#regardless of the intentions this just irks me so fucking much?

[livetogether--diealone]

I feel like I'm doing the same thing I'm about to critique, but we should be able to talk about crashes and consequent deaths in motorsports closely related to f1 without bringing drivers who sadly suffered the same fate close to Charles into the mix and him too, don't use this as an excuse for today's performance, stop using these tragedies as some kind of tool, Charles is a real human being, he doesn't need excuses, like these especially, it's gross tbh

#regardless of the intentions this just irks me so fucking much? #there is no need to do this #tw death #f1 #jo.text #just needed to vent

[ornii]

Hi so i had this idea for a while. When your free can you do like a Jenna ortega x Male Reader where the reader is basically Michael Jackson?

Oh..The Wicked Games We Play

This got so much Darker than I wanted it to be, so I just sort of ran with it lmao. I was listening to Wicked Games by The Weeknd and it just sort of flows out. And I consider The Weeknd definitely on Par with MJ in this current music Landscape, so I’ll try and go for that.

Fame, Fortune, the lifestyle normal people dream for, is really a nightmare you eventually never wake up from. That was the case with you. The lavish cars, men and women screaming your name as you stood before them, like a god amongst men. You truly felt, untouchable. That’s how all those wiry fame feel, that they’re invincible, that human emotions don’t matter to them now, nothing matters. The stage was set for another concert, you had a final performance before the end of the tour, and like the scary perfectionist you are, you put 200% effort into all of it. Rehearsals, vocal performances, workouts, everything to push the human body to its limits. There was only one person that got inbetween all of this.

Jenna.

It wasn’t on purpose of course, it wasn’t her fault her natural beauty, amazingly perfekt personality and allure caught your eye so often, the way she watched so intently during your rehearsals, the concern she would show when you began to slow down, lose balance, look a bit, disheveled from lack of sleep. She loved you, but she was slowly starting to resent what you became and she hoped this tour will be the last for a while, with her workings schedule and the performances you put on on a weekly basis, it’s amazing you two have time for anything. While the premiere Wednesday was stellar, you unfortunately couldn’t make it due to being halfway across the country, but you watched, called, texted and constantly showed your support, regardless of presence or not.

But one thing, one small occurrence showed you an unfortunate side of popularity, watching the cameras flash of Jenna, and Percy, who played Xavier, the way he seemed so, calm around her, his natural they seemed together. While it irked you, you couldn’t be angry at costars being well, Co-Stars. Ready to put the subject down, you watched as his hand wrapped around her shoulder, her smile, his, and that gnawing feeling sank back into your heart, jealousy. And In that fit, you extend the tour another two weeks, and pushed yourself to take the world over, she’ll have to notice you then.

You stopped responding to her text so much, simple one worded answers, short calls, barely getting any sleep, work, work, work. Focus, confidence in yourself, that’s what you needed. And it all came to a final push during the last night of the tour, backstage you sat down in the room, trying to think straight as the sleep deprivation and exhaustion took its tole, looking in the mirror you saw the bags under your eyes, the weary look in them, and in the reflection of the mirror, you watched the door open, and Jenna was there, she looked worried, having to fly all the way out here, just for this.

“(Y/n).” She said in a slightly upset tone, she folded her arms as you kept staring at the mirror.

“Why haven’t you been talking to me?” She asks.

“I have—“ you attempt to reply, but she isn’t buying your obvious bullshit.

“Stop lying, you aren’t like this, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” She approaches your chair, and your anger slowly began to rise up, letting it boil.

“Why? Why don’t you just go talk to Percy, you two seem close.” You say, not out of Hate, but misguided feelings, She stood in her tracks and was in disbelief.

“That’s what this is about?” she said, and you stood up to turn around.

“What else would it be? Jenna I can barely get to hold you sometimes and he gets to put his fucking arm around you?”

“That’s, I don’t know why he did that, but you know we just work together. You know that’s true, why are you so angry?”

“You always told me that we try to keep it friendly with everyone we work with so shit like this doesn’t happen and the media doesn’t run with it!”

“What am I supposed to do? Shove him away? What do you want from me? You’re mad because I didn’t scream at him?!”

“Because I—“ you start, but stop and shake your head, you saw the hurt in her eyes, and it didn’t make you feel better as you thought it would.

“I love you… but I can’t be around you right now.” You said, and Jenna took a deep breath walked back to the door, you wanted to say something, anything, but nothing you said would fix this. The performance was less than ten minutes and you had all of this baggage, you took the rest to try and sort it all out, and began the performance. Darkness enveloped the stage, and red lights, like a highway began to go along the stage and one appeared before you in the middle, the crowd exploded with cheers and love, but it all felt so.. hallow. Because the one person you wanted there left in a fit of rage because of you, but as the veterans of music would tell you, the show must go on. The music bellows and you step out under the red in the classic Red Wine suit bladed, black slacks and button up shirt and gloves, with your eyes hidden behind the glasses, your voice took over the world at that moment, as Blinding Lights roared though the stadium.

“I've been tryna call, I've been on my own for long enough, Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe

“I'm going through withdrawals / You don't even have to do too much / You can turn me on with just a touch, baby!~

“I look around and / Sin City's cold and empty (oh!) / No one's around to judge me (oh!) I can't see clearly when you're gone!

“I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights / No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch / I said, ooh, I'm drowning in the night / Oh, when I'm like this, you're the one I trust

(Hey!, hey!, hey!)

Song after song, Wicked Games, StarBoy, Earned It, the crowd drinking in the roar of your voice, the sound, as the music downs out and it’s all black, you pull out your phone and make a single text to the DJ.

“Change of Plans, Die for you.” He says, and as the crowd prepares for the final song, you walk up to the mic stand and grab it, and nod. Your eyes look desperately out to the crowd, as if to yell for him but, no one can hear, and you look forward, only hoping she’s watching from somewhere.

“This is for you Jenna. Love you and, I’m sorry.” You utter in the mic, missions of “Awws” echo but you ignore them and continue as the song begins.

“I'm findin' ways to articulate the feelin' I'm goin' through, I just can't say I don't love you..

'Cause I love you, yeah

“It's hard for me to communicate the thoughts that I hold But tonight, I'm gon' let you know

Let me tell the truth Baby, let me tell the truth, yeah!~

“You know what I'm thinkin', see it in your eyes!You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry, You're scared to be lonely, 'specially in the night, I'm scared that I'll miss you, happens every time, I don't want this feelin', I can't afford love I try to find a reason to pull us apart

It ain't workin', 'cause you're perfect, and I know that you're worth it!

I can't walk away, oh!!~

Even though we're goin' through it And it makes you feel alone Just know that I would die for you! Baby, I would die for you, yeah!~

“The distance and the time between us It'll never change my mind 'Cause baby, I would die for you Baby, I would die for you, yeah!~

“I'm findin' ways to manipulate the feelin' you're goin' through, But, baby girl, I'm not blamin' you Just don't blame me, too, yeah 'Cause I can't take this pain forever And you won't find no one that's better 'Cause I'm right for you, babe I think I'm right for you, babe!~

“You know what I'm thinkin', see it in your eyes You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry It ain't workin', 'cause you're perfect, and I know that you're worth it! I can't walk away, oh!

“Even though we're goin' through it!And it makes you feel alone, Just know that I would die for you! Baby, I would die for you, yeah!~”

“The distance and the time between us It'll never change my mind ‘Cause baby, I would die for you, uh Baby, I would die for you, yeah

“I would die for you, I would lie for you, Keep it real with you, I would kill for you, My baby

I'm just sayin', yeah, I would die for you, I would lie for you, Keep it real with you, I would kill for you, My baby

“Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, ooooooooh~”

“Even though we're goin' through it!And it makes you feel alone Just know that I would die for you Baby, I would die for you, yeah

“The distance and the time between us It'll never change my mind 'Cause baby, I would die for you Baby, I would die for you, yeah…”

As the music drowns out, after spending so much energy, your legs began to gave out, the heat of the lights, the deafening crowd, it all was too much for your body, and you toppled down, the last thing you saw before the darkness were the red lights flashing black.

Your eyes began to flutter awake, resting on something, soft and warm, but it slowly began to return to focus as you saw Jenna, she looks down at you. You were backstage, resting on her legs on the couch.

“You’re a fucking idiot you know that?” She said, you opened your mouth to speak.

“Shut up, you haven’t eaten, slept? This is why I wanted you to stop, you can’t keep doing this.”

“Jenna—“

“No, save your strength, I get you were upset and I’m sorry.”

“I’m.. sorry too..” you murmur, and she kept that cute angry pout that she did on Wednesday, but it slowly crumbled down as she placed her hand on your chest. Feeling your heartbeat.

“Let’s just… take the month off, Wednesday stopped production and season two is a while away, and I think you’re doing touring.. right?”

“Well—“

“That was a rhetorical question.” She replied, annoyed, you take her advice and just go along with her, you raised your hand and placed it on hers, holding it. All that fake and fortune means nothing without the love of your life, her hand near your heart.

I Suppose fame and fortune have their Wicked Games to play on those who chads it.

#netflix #male reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x male reader #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x y/n

[narrators-journal]

20$ make a fella holla

I don’t know if it’s obvious, but I can never describe Senku’s fucking hair. It’s just...how do you describe that shit??

Regardless, I hope this is a fun read, I just kinda had fun with it, tried to make it amusing to read, just a lil fake dating romp <3 Hope the romantic tone is there though at the end! I thought it was a pretty cute lil moment, at least.

Some people loved weddings, with the belief that they were the perfect time to bask in the love of your partner and joy of your family. Some, believed the events to be garish, stressful, exhausting nightmares for everyone involved. Which, was more or less the group you fell into.

Though, of course, you had no real issue with weddings, and someday may also wish to be married to your own future partner. But, that didn’t keep the sudden invitation to a family friend’s surprise nuptuals from coming out of left field.

So, befitting someone in your panicked position, you scrambled to find a date to accompany you to the event. Someone, anyone who could make sure you couldn’t be paired off with a complete and total stranger for pictures, and that no well-intentioned aunties, or eager, nosey grannies could offer potential dates and suitors.

Alas, your boyfriend had dumped you a month before, and none of your friends were free to attend with you. “When does this crap end? I’ve got a project to get to.”

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Senku, will you please quit complaining already? Do you have zerofucking social skills?” You hissed back in a similarly quiet tone your date at the reception table. Aka your roommate, Senku Ishigami. A slightly eccentric, odd-haired 19 year old science prodigy on his third year of college, and your last fucking nerve at the moment.

But, your annoyance seemed to simply bounce off of your ‘boyfriend’ as his crimson eyes glared back at you as he muttered quietly, “I do, but this is damned boring. Plus, this tuxedo is itchy as hell. I did my bit, why don’t we just leave already? The ceremony’s over.” “Because that’s passive aggressive and rude, Senku. Have you never been to a wedding?” You asked back, but before your ‘boyfriend’ could shoot back with some explanation about the useless nature of such events, one of your tablemates asked, “So, how long have you two been together?” in an attempt to start some less hissed and angry conversation. “Oh! Uh, about…” While you scrambled for a good answer, Senku jumped in to save you, “Going on two years soon. A little under a month before that marker, actually.” He answered, his boredom well hidden under his usual cool, unbothered demeanor as he spoke, but it still irked you.

Almost as much as his claim did, honestly. God, why am I not surprised that he doesn’t give a singular fuck about the plot holes I’ve gotta patch up if someone asks for details?You mentally fumed as your expression remained politely chipper and joyful as the woman across from you continued to ask questions. “How ever did you two meet then? I hope I’m not rude, but you two don’t seem like eachothers ‘types’.” She hummed, but before you could toss out some bland, cutesy meet-cute plot, Senku spoke once again, “Oh, kinda creepily, actually. She needed a room mate, I was just the person to take her offer.” Why not just admit I’m paying you to be here too?!“We didn’t like eachother at first, I usually don’t like super extroverted girls surrounded by dramatic friends and shit. Which, at first, that’s what she seemed like. I mean, jeez, let loose a machete-wielding maniac on campus and she’d have been prime ‘hot bimbo victim’ material.” Oh my fucking god, Ishigami, what next? Calling me ‘the old ball and chain’? How is this supposed to be believably romantic?!But, of course, the man continued regardless of your attempts to psychicly blow him up. “But, a month or so in, I realized my assumptions were wrong. She’s actually quite a funny, charming girl, with a good head on her shoulders, and some intellegence to her. And...well, y’know, I asked her out from there. Though, I have no clue why she agreed to date my ass, but she did! And I’ve held onto my title since then.”

As he spoke so easily, you were stuck with a nerves-laced smile the entire time. Only able to muster the occassional giggle to try and sell the romance in his take on your actual situation. Because, what else were you to do? Correct your boyfriend on your meeting story? That’d just out how fake the two of you were in an instant, so you mostly focused on your bland wedding reception food and tried not to give your room mate dirty looks as he spoke.

Thankfully, though, the woman across from you two seemed at least a bit charmed, or at least amused by the romantic twist on how your initial meeting with the odd-haired scientist. So, you could let out an internal sigh and redirect the conversation away from your ‘love story’ before Senku could cook up any other questionable tales. But, as you sat there in polite conversation as you ate your fillet mignon and mashed potatoes, Senku’s story was able to settle into your mind. Allowed to stew and marinate as the reception continued.

Why the hell would he got down such a weirdly honest route? He seems more the type to claim we met on tinder, not that weirdly sweet tale of growing to like me from an awkward set up. You asked yourself. Because, in the two years you’d had the man as a room mate, he had always favored blunt honesty over sugar-coating anything, so, it was odd that he had such a long-winded lie at the ready. And it you couldn’t explain it away as him having ‘prepped for the role’, you had to fight him just to put on a tux and pull his gravity-defying hair into a ponytail so he didn’t look weird in any wedding photos. He wouldn’t bother with that type of preparation. So...what? Was he being...honest?

It wasn’t an entirely comfortable realization to come across. Even if Senku had his moments of being attractive, and he was a pretty good room mate, he had the tact of a brick, and a blatant love for science over any living person, least of all you, right?

God, get a hold of yourself, girl.You chided yourself with a small sigh, only a glance thrown to your date to briefly study how he sat and ate his food, that glint of boredom back in his cherry-colored eyes. This isn’t some rom-com fanfiction. Your roomie hasn’t been harboring some deep love for you for two years unless your a beaker of nitroglycerin. You reminded yourself firmly, the flustered butterflies in your belly squashed coldly as you returned to the food in front of you.

Though, after a moment, you did dare another glance to your pretend boyfriend beside you, and this time, those crimson orbs looked back at you. And, as if the scientist had suddenly learned to read your mind, he leaned over until you could feel his warm breath tickle your ear when he whispered, “What’s with the weird looks? Surprised the unfeeling scientist has a heart?” in a playful,flirtatioustone that was almost alien to hear mixed into his voice. A tone you had heard plenty of time in your life, but still managed to cause you to gasp, and choke on your own spit. Like a true charmer.

“Oh! Oh shit, are you choking on something, hon?” Senku asked, instantly on his feet as you coughed on your surprise, “Jesus, maybe this is a good time to go. With your luck, dear, you’ve got a cold brewing.” He said, at least decent enough to fabricate some form of a lie before he took his opportunity and almost drug you from the reception hall just as you got your breath back. I’m going to kill this bastard.

#Senku x fem!reader #Senku Ishigami #x reader #Dcst #dr stone #Senku x reader #scenario #Ao3 ask

[venbetta]

I took some time and actually watched Hazbin Hotel... I watched the pilot 6(?) years ago, and seeing the hellfire commentary from Twitter made me reluctant (rightfully so I guess).

But I say it was pretty alright. I feel like I have some complaints. I'm not a diehard fan at all, nor do I see myself in the fan base, but I feel like I can add my own input, I guess. These are my opinions and personal reasons, please be nice.

Spoilers/commentary beneath the cut (16+)

For starters, I think the concept is good, I like some of the designs for the characters, especially since they improved from the pilot.

I think I have at least 3-4 favorite characters, ranking them from my most fave:

Lucifer, Alastor, Vox, and Nifty.

... I didn't like anyone else. I'll probably explain that.

The only reason why I liked these four was mostly cuz they had some funny bits to them. I told my friend that Lucifer reminds me of Hunter from TOH??? And I said "Maybe it's cuz their both blonde and depressed." Lucifer just has that appeal for me. Vox didn't have much screentime, but I like his niche design and voice. Alastor is also cool. Nifty is just a cute gremlin that I fuck with honestly. Good for her. Everyone else I either didn't care much for or straight up didn't like...

Charlie annoyed me a lot, I know she's the MC, but I didn't like her. I get that she's supposed to be good, but her behavior in some scenes bothered me. Like in Ep4, I understand she was coming from a good place, but I couldn't help but feel agitated. I can't explain it. She has a savior complex which is her flaw, and maybe I just don't exactly understand it.

Of course, she's not the worst character (looks at Valentino and Adam), but she could improve. There were a few characters that I feel should've been written better, but the pacing made it hard.

I feel like the pacing was something I didn't like, but I can't blame it since it only has 8 episodes. The writer in me deflated seeing how fast things moved along, but I get why they sped it up towards the end. I wanna ramble about how the show could have gone if it had 24 episodes- but that feels like another post. Also, another thing that irked me were characters word vomiting.

Again if this show had more time to explore each individual character, it wouldn't have happened. I thought ep 4 with Angel Dust pouring his heart had good intentions to tell the audience that he's fucked up, it could've been built up more (if there were more episodes) until he finally blew up, similar with Husk. It's different because it's an animation, but you can still show and not tell visually about someone struggling. That's just me.

The excessive swearing isn't funny, I didn't find myself laughing that much except for Ep 8: Adam telling Lute to chill the fuck out, Alastor's mic breaking, and Lucifer saying "I'm gonna fuck you!" are the only bits I found funny. I've laughed at dumber things (my sense of humor is garbage, I'll laugh at a waffle falling over), but I didn't find most of the jokes funny.

I knew it was a musical, and I love musicals, but there weren't many songs I vibed with. Maybe a few, but not a lot. I'm a music person, and the songs just didn't feel right? Like the lyrics either felt awkward or general direction of the song didn't feel cohesive. I think I only like 4 songs in total.

The VAs were great, I recognized a lot of them, and I enjoyed their performances. They all fit their characters.

The animation was good for what was originally an indie project, and I hope the animators/artists were properly compensated. I know there was a lot of shit going on about Vivi allegedly not paying them but regardless, they did amazing.

I'm gonna be serious and say I feel like I didn't want to give HH a chance because I just didn't exactly care about it. My friends watched it. I saw Twitter's scolding opinions and hottakes on it, and I didn't want to hate watch it. But I was still curious. While I wasn't laughing through most of it, I think it's good. There's a lot that I'm trying not to say or get into because that would derail my commentary and make it about other discussions I'm not fully knowledgeable about...

I sailed the seven seas to watch this show, and I say it was sort of worth it. Again, I'm not a crazy fan, but anyone that likes it, good for you.

#PLEASE IM JUST RAMBLING #THESE ARE MY OPINIONS DONT KILL ME #hazbin hotel #commentary #ven speaks #text post

[ray-talks]

2/7/24

as you can see, i did not post yesterday.

i straight-up binged yesterday. not even that i ate more than i would have liked, i ate until my stomach hurt, and i became nauseous. halting my progress with weight loss is one thing -- and, yes, it is terrible and i am horrified. but what truly irks me, and legitimately unsettles me, is the betrayal of my own principles. am i seriously all talk? am i hypocrite through and through? am i lying to myself? i worry that i am not who i think i am -- or maybe i do know who i am deep down, but don't want to meet eyes with it. what conclusion i draw is that i am a weak-minded person, i do not have actual convictions, and i do whatever is easiest for me. i cannot commit to anything -- life or death, happiness or suffering, so i just meander between the two. i made a goal with intentions to suffer and create meaning from it, so i can die peacefully. if i am not following this, then what the fuck am i doing?

yesterday was so upsetting to me, that it kept playing in my head throughout today, unable to let it go and making me feel sick. it made me more suicidal than i already am. i have been intentionally refraining from these lines of thought, so it does not hinder my goals, and i try not consider it until it is the right time. but i couldn't stop from having these thoughts today. if i were to pursue these, it would have to give great certainty, because i am not failing again, and ending up hospitalized. i'd have to try a more directly fatal method then past attempts; this however, is hard, because i have to have a greater gall to do it. it's a lot easier to coax yourself into taking a bottle of pills, then the alternative method i am considering. i wonder if i even have the strength to do it, or if i am too much of a fucking coward? so pathetic.

even so, this isn't relevant yet, because i refuse to act on these impulses for the time being. i cannot let this intercede my plans. i've stated this before, but caving in leads to mistakes -- errors that i cannot afford. the possibility of failure is not something i want to risk happening. i'd also be throwing all my efforts, my goal, to the wind. i am not willing to give that up yet. it will defeat the entire purpose of my wish. i'll die accomplishing nothing, really being the useless person i have always believed myself to be, and the weak-minded individual i characterized above. at least if i push myself to the limit, it says something about me -- that i can be passionate and purposeful, instead of a body that simply is alive, but ultimately, devoid of any soul.

again, i am so perturbed by all this is because i am ruining my goal, i am going against what i claim to care about. maybe i hate being human, that full-control will forever be beyond my grasp. a part of me always has and will long for perfection. regardless, i need to remember that mistakes are inevitable, and will be inevitable for me, and to not let my emotions best me. if i stumble on my path, i have to regain balance, brush myself off, and continue forward. i have no other choice. i am such a jumble of contradictions, it's so hard to decipher for me what i even believe. when i'm lying, when i'm telling the truth. my problem is that i think too hard about it; i question every little action i take, and waste time trying to consider what it means and why. it doesn't actually matter. all that matters is getting my shit together long enough to win. falling into pieces can wait. i desperately need to focus.

another piece of information to mention is that i attended a consultation for interventional psychiatry. essentially, the psychiatrist recommended me to do either esketamine or tms (transcranial magnetic stimulation). this is problematic to me. based on how they described it, it sounded too effective, stating around 70% of patients reduce their depression symptoms by 50% -- either that, or the psychiatrist was trying to market it in the most flattering light. obviously, i do not want to be altered by this procedure. i have no desire to "improve" my mental health -- it would be counterproductive to my goal. i need to be in a depressed enough mindset to accomplish what i set out to do. and, on top of that, securing stability in happiness is no longer a priority to me. i am not interested in it.

the reason why i can't just refuse to do this, is because i am being forced to by my parents. even though, i am a legal adult now and can't be technically forced to do anything, i have to maintain a good relationship with them. i need the appearance of stability to protect myself, and more specifically and above all else, my eating disorder. i am financially dependent upon them, and i do care about them and i have a motivation to shield them from the reality of my situation (whether this is out of selflessness or selfishness is debatable). the reason i attend therapy and take my medications is to satisfy them. but i am also aware, the medication and therapy do not change me in ways i dislike. i have no idea what these procedures would do to me. i want to confidently say it'll make no difference, but i have gotten warier. i do not believe manipulating them into thinking that i am better and do not need these procedures would work. so, it would seem my hands are tied. i'll continue to update about this as it either comes to fruition or the aftermath of it.

on today's restriction, it could have been better, which is also irritating, considering the fiasco over yesterday. i have still yet to attempt purging again to see if it is working again. i was originally going to try again after wednesday, but i think that i might see my friend tomorrow instead of friday, and i'll be unable to. i'm not sure if this is necessarily a bad thing, because perhaps waiting longer may hopefully convince my body to work properly. i will admit, though, that i am hesitating because i am afraid of discovering that my break did nothing. then again, i suppose nothing can be done, and i would have to rely purely on restriction. this would definitely be a significant blow to me nevertheless, morale-wise and goal-wise. since i am unable to fast for days and have to restrict my intake instead, no longer having purging as an option, would be a hindrance. i really don't want to have to think about this.

goodness, this might be the longest entry i have ever made. i have a feeling no one will read this one (lol). even so, if you managed to read all this, despite my incessant complaining and unsavory pity-party throwing, then i congratulate you. i hope you have a better day than mine.

#ray talks #tw ana diary #mental health diary #tw restrictive ed #ed not ed sheeran

[iwahajii]

• scars fade (Chapter 16)

Iwaizumi’s sins cost him the one thing he didn’t want to fuck up. Yet he still did.

Oikawa can count on one hand the actual times he punched Iwaizumi in the face. This was one of them. And it wasn’t just once that he did.

This is the story of how Iwaizumi fucked up so bad Oikawa had no choice but to step in and save the day. And whether it’ll be a happy ending or not, it’s all up to you.

warning: contains cheating, explicit language, mature themes

taglist: @jcrml @on-crows-wings

then • now  • next

The only thing you could feel at the moment was the twitch in your hand, getting stronger and stronger by each second that pass. Everything felt like it was on standstill, frozen. Each second felt like one infinity apart from the next. The busy world outside seemingly mountains away from where you stood.

"Yuki."

It wasn't intentional. Your body flinching like the word was a bullet shot straight at you. You didn't know what face you were making, what emotion or feeling displayed in your features, but at the sight of Hajime's eyes casting down, you knew he didn't miss your actions.

"I-" you stammered, voice coming out garbled. You swallowed, trying to get the tightness in your throat to ease. "What are you doing here?"

You didn't mean for the words to come out sharp, but it was too late as Hajime steps back, somehow finding his shoes to be quite amusing. The movement irked you somehow, and it became evident as your eyes flared as you stared at the man in front of you.

This was never how you wanted to see him again. Always preferred for it to be another way. Definitely not like this. Definitely not tonight.

You huffed out a breath, trying to calm your nerves and compose yourself. As much as you hated this reunion, it's not right to act this way, regardless of how things were between the two of you. So, with as much strength you could muster, you inhaled deep and shoved everything at the back of your mind, before telling yourself to grow up and be an adult.

"I'm sorry," you rushed out. Better do it fast than die in agony. "I'm about to head out, so I'll get out of your way. I'll just get my things."

Without waiting for a response, you hightailed back to the room, leaning behind the closed door while trying to pump your heart back again. You quickly pressed on Tooru's contact. It only took one ring before he was swearing on the other side, "Believe me when I say I don't know any of this!"

You couldn't stop the scream that left your lips as you pushed yourself away from the door, running a hand through your hair as you stormed towards the balcony.

"What the hell is this, Tooru?" you demanded. Frustration boiling over at the sudden onslaught of emotions. You tasted salt on your lips, figured the damn water works started. You knew you were slowly becoming a mess, ruining what you fixed for two hours, but that doesn't really matter when inside you was pure wreckage and devastation. "I swear to god, if you fucking know any of this, or even planned this!"

"Yuki, I swear!" Tooru cried, voice laced with frustration and hurt.

A sob broke out of you and you keened forward, trying to regain your senses by slowly breathing in and out. You were breaking down and breaking apart, holding on to the thin thread holding yourself together as you tried to hold yourself back from crying and screaming and breaking every goddamn thing on sight. Tooru's voice seemed muddled and so far away, somewhere far from reaching you as you drown in your own thoughts.

The knocks at the door barely registered in your brain.

"Are you okay?" came the words from behind.

You turned your head so fast you saw white for a second before it quickly changed to fiery red. It took three strides to whip the door open, revealing your tear-streaked face and baring to Hajime your heart and your soul once again as you wept for everything that broke and everything that hurt.

His surprise quickly turned to remorse then to determination before reaching out to hug you.

The first whiff of his smell and the feel of his arms around you sent shivers down your spine, something so familiar and foreign, soft and strong, divine and sinful, all at once that it took a moment for the reality to sink in. You struggled, pushing and shoving and punching your way out of his hold, even as your heart yearned and longed for his solidity.

"Let me go," you gritted out, your fist meeting his back and his side as you tried to push him away. Your sobs were getting stronger as each second pass, sucking all the strength out of you even as your screams and pleas for him to let go fell on deaf ears.

In exchange, his hands run soothingly through your hair, whispering softly by your ear the promises he broke.

"Please," he begged.

For what, you didn't know. Didn't want to know. Didn't want to care.

All you wanted was to cry and beat and punch and scream the hurt and the pain you held inside you. To release all that you hid in your heart. To throw away the burden weighing on your shoulders. As you slid down to the floor on your weakened knees, Hajime cushioned the fall, sliding down with you and gathering you in his arms, holding you as you let everything out, all the while whispering words you longed to hear, you breathed to hear, and still, they hurt and hurt and hurt.

You didn't know when you fell asleep. You blinked, with eyelids heavy and swollen, you registered the darkness of the room. And that you were not alone.

Sitting up didn't come with the massive headache that screams with every move. That's what you get from crying yourself to sleep. Still, you made your way out of the room, not bothering to check appearances, simply because you knew, whoever is behind that door wouldn't care. And you just didn't care about anyone else's opinions right now. All you needed was a glass of water.

The sound of the door announced your presence to Hajime who stood up from his seat by the couch, the television his only source of light. Your eyes quickly scanned the room, noting the amber liquid sitting on the table in front of him.

Screw water.

You went straight for the bottle of rum, snatching it off the table and downing half of it. The burn was one of the best you ever felt, if not for the swaying on your feet after you slammed the bottle back down. Hajime reached out to steady you, but you held up a placating hand, glaring at him at the same time.

"That's not good for you," he chastised. "You're going to upset your stomach."

You couldn't help but stare at his words before you scoffed, suddenly offended by his words, as though an upset stomach was your biggest problem at the moment. You simply didn't care. As if to mock him further, you reached for the bottle again but he was quick to swipe it away.

"Give it back," you demanded.

Hajime shook his head.

Anger flared in the pit of your stomach, along with the liquor that burned everything in its path. In a split second, you felt the sting on your palm more than you were aware of what you were doing, the sound of the slap resounding in the room.

"That's better," he affirmed, looking hopeful even as his cheek turned red. "You can hurt me. Just please don't hurt yourself."

"Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?"

"I'm your husband-"

"Like hell you are!" you bellowed, ignoring the throbbing pain in your head and the double vision in your eyes. "You stopped being one the moment you cheated!"

When you opened your eyes, it was to find Hajime's own swimming with unshed tears. It broke your heart, seeing him this way, more so because you were the reason for those tears. It will always be this way with him, you thought. Always loving him. Always missing him. Only him.

"I can't do this," you cried, stepping away from him.

You started to walk back to the room before Hajime spoke. "Is that all you'll ever do? Run away?"

Your steps faltered, felt every fiber of your being freeze at his words.

"One mistake, Yuki. I make one mistake and you throw every single fucking thing away. Running away to god knows where, hiding from everyone! Hiding from everything!"

"You're the one who threw everything away first!"

It was red. Red all over. Everywhere. Your vision. Your touch. Your breath. Anger and pain raging and battling to win and lord over your heart and mind, burning everything to ashes.

"I already told you what happened! How many times do you want me to apologize over one fucking dinner?" Hajime roared, tears freely flowing down his cheeks and onto Oikawa's carpet.

You scoffed, walking up to Hajime and glaring straight into his eyes. "Whatever you did with her, I don't care. You craved her attention. You craved her time. You craved her presence. You cheated. That was enough to ruin this fucking marriage, Hajime."

"No, it's not," he shot back. "I know you still love me-"

"I do," you admitted, cutting him off. "I still love you. I will always love you. But you hurt me and I'm not stupid enough to make the same mistake twice."

"It won't be a mistake because I will never do it again," he pleaded. "Please, Yuki. I need you. Please."

You stood your ground, watched as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration, spill tears after tears in pain. You didn't know when it stopped hurting, just knew you were feeling numb enough for your heart to stop aching at the sight you never wanted to see. A broken Iwaizumi Hajime.

All you could do was stand your ground, hold yourself together, and be an adult. These words were Sanae's, always chastising you, always guiding you to make wise, instead of stupid, choices. So, with all the determination you could muster, you decided to pull the trigger to end both your miseries.

"It was my fault, wasn't it?"

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[hockeyforthefirsttime]

The Art of Not Falling in Love- Roope Hintz

AN: This is a piece that is very self indulgent BUT it has a plot despite being like 80% smut. I am thinking of making more parts if people like this 

Word count: 5k 

TW: like its smut.. so like what do you expect. (Wrap it before you tap it) spanking light dom!Roope female reader 

You could never quite understand how you got into this situation. You’d sworn to never fall in love ever. The pain of watching the gruesome divorce of your parents, the way your friends seemed to find “the one” left and right, only to be heartbroken, was simply too much. So you decided to simply don’t fall in love ever. 

And you’d kept that promise to yourself, ever since 15. Sure a few crushes came up now and then, but you never acted on them, and you made sure no one knew about the feeling. The only person in your life that knew about this promise to yourself was your best friend Jamie.

The first person you’d met in Dallas when you’d first moved there. You had been a freshman in college and he had been, ironically so, the first person to hit on you in Dallas, and you hadn’t even officially gotten there yet.  It happened on the plane ride. He was seated beside you and you couldn’t for the life of you remember the pick up line he used. You just know it was bad, cause you remember laughing at it and the way he tried to manage his long limbs into the airplane seat. It had gone uphill from there on, and you were glad he didn’t get offended by you laughing at him. 

Now, however, you were sitting in the stands of the American Airlines Center, watching him and his team scramble across the ice in a turnover, passing the puck up the ice. Roope Hintz picks it up and flicks it into the goal, just over the left shoulder of the Blackhawks goalie, making the Stars take the lead with three minutes left in the third period. The stands erupt in wild cheers and the team celebrates on ice. You jump with the rest of the crowd, and clap enthusiastically. Knowing that it’s gonna be an insufferable team to meet afterwards. After all, athletes tend to be after winning a game like this. 

The buzzer goes off and the Dallas Stars have officially ended their losing streak. The crowd is going wild, jumping up and down, making the stands shake just a little. Thats when you decide to sneak out of the stands and find your way to the outside of the locker room, where Jamie had promised he would meet you. 

You have been around a few times, and sure enough you find your way. Jamie had made sure to let the security staff know that you would be around after the game. There is a soccer ball laying around so you pick it up and start bouncing it on your jeans clad thigh, then dropping it down onto your foot and up again, alway in control. You lose yourself to the ball, concentrating on keeping it in the air, so much so that you don’t notice the door slamming open until the boom of it makes you drop the ball. 

“Jesus fuck.” 

You whisper as you look up to find the source of the noise. What you find shouldn’t surprise you, but seeing a shirtless Roope Hintz standing there with a frown on his face, makes heat rush up your neck regardless. 

“Who are you?” 

He looks suspiciously at you, taking in the skinny jeans and the absence of a jersey. As well as the forgotten soccer ball. 

“Sorry, just here for Oleksiak.” 

You try to shrug it off, looking for the ball again. His eyes squint suspiciously at you, but his head tilts backwards as he calls for Jamie. He comes bounding out of the locker room, shirtless, but fresh out of the shower. He’s in the middle of zipping up his game day slacks, and the smile already on his lips gets wider.  

“You could have waited with the others you know?” 

Jamie says cheekily to you. The heat to your face returns, but not in full force. You look at his tall stature and the smaller man beside him. And for some reason, the blonde star of the night is the one to make you look away. You shoot daggers at Jamie instead. 

“You know, you could have told me where they were, so I didn’t have to stand here like some other crazed fan.” 

Roope slowly turns around and walks away, closing the door with one last curious look directed at you. 

“Oh come on, we all know you’re crazy for me.” 

Finally you can feel yourself relax a little, with a sigh you take a step closer to him. 

“Yeah, crazy for you to leave me alone.” 

He wraps you up in his arms and lifts you up in the air, laughing as you gasp at the surprise of being lifted up. 

“Congrats by the way, you played well today.” 

You say to him, as he lets you back down on the ground again.  

“Thank you Sparks.” 

“Now go get dressed completely, I suppose you want to celebrate tonight?” 

His signature, tooth lacking smile is on full display as he slings an arm around your shoulders. Jamie looks at you with a mischievous look. 

“We really want to celebrate this, and besides, we really need to get you laid.” 

You wrench your way out of his grip and scowl at him, pushing him in the direction of the door to the locker room. 

“Get dressed you idiot.” 

You say with a flat voice, trying to remain serious, and failing when you see Jamie wink at you last minute. You immediately go back to juggling the soccer ball, as the door slams shut. 

A couple of girls are walking towards you, and you suspect they’re here looking for their boyfriends or husbands. That’s until you see the flustered cheeks and whispers of “I can’t believe we made it all the way here.” and the agreements that follow. 

Their eyes land on you and your soccer ball, and their expressions instantly sour. You try to shrug it off, but when the whispering starts again, you look up from the ball. You start getting suspicious when one of the three girls flicks her long, perfectly curled, brunette hair over her shoulder and opens her immaculately painted lips to say something. 

“You shouldn’t be here you know.” 

The confidence in her voice almost has you fooled for someone who belongs there. Almost. You’ve never seen her close to any of them ever, even if you had managed to stay out of the public eye yourself. Something about this trio didn’t feel right. You stop juggling the ball and drop it to your foot, catching it without bounce and then placing your foot on top of it.  

“Why not?” 

You ask out of curiosity of what the answer would be.

“Well, it’s reserved for the wags, you know, so you don’t belong here.” 

You tilt your head and raise a brow, questioningly. 

“Isn’t that what the owner's box is for? you know with reserved seats, food and really comfortable sitting options?” 

A blush seems to rise through her make- up and you restrain yourself a little, you really don’t want to make her an enemy. Just in case. 

“Yeah.. I just need to see my man before we head home.”

She stutters out, looking at her two friends who nod encouragingly at her. 

“Okay, just remind me who it is again?” 

You play dumb, knowing that the media is about to get out of the room in a minute. 

“Jamie ofcourse.” 

And her voice is so confident as she says it, you let a smile show before chuckling. They really thought they could fool anyone with that. Just in that moment, the door opens and cameras and notepads or tape recorders start filing out of the door. 

You walk over to the door, holding it open for the stream of reporters and crew. Then you duck a head in and yell for Jamie. 

“Oleksiak, your girlfriend is here…” 

It isn’t intentional all the way, but it comes out in a sing- song voice.  

The entirety of the team turns to face you. Briefly you meet the eyes of Roope, who’s still shirtless. Just as Jamie passes you by with a confused look, you tap his now clothed arm to make him bend down just a little.

“Ehh, so someone somehow got past security, apparently you’re her boyfriend.” 

You say to him, loud enough for the closest teammates to hear. 

“Jesus Christ, not again.” 

Jamie mutters. Stephen Johns is closest and has his phone in seconds calling someone. You let a glance out the door and see the girls huddled together, suddenly looking unsure. Jamie takes a look over your shoulder and sighs. 

“Guess I should distract them until security gets here, just stay here.”

You roll your eyes, but stay put. Then suddenly you realise where you are, feeling like an intruder. 

“Sorry guys, didn’t mean to intrude, just thought you should know about the girls outside.” 

You say, trying to not look too closely at anyone. You can feel the heat rising up your neck. 

“‘S alright, not everyday we get to know a girl from Jamie's side.”

Tyler Seguin says from his seat by his gear. 

“Oh I know, he has a hard time finding decent ones.” 

You say it absentmindedly, but the entire team seems to crack up at that. You feel a little bad, but you also know it as true and it's already said, so you can’t take it back. 

“Seems like he did alright with you.” 

Roope says as he pulls his button up over his arms and starts pushing the buttons through the holes.

“Ahh, a common mistake. Not a girlfriend and not sleeping with him either.” 

His brows raise and a cheeky smile forms on his face. But he doesn’t say anything else. You feel off, of sorts. He doesn’t irk you like the girls did. And it was kind of scaring you. It’s the feeling you get when you start being intrigued, and you don ‘t need that now.

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You’re sitting at the bar, alone, not that you mind it, because the girl who finally got Jamie had been ogling him all night and talking too loud, and it was a relief when you saw them walk out the door. He had asked multiple times if it was okay for him to leave, so much so that you almost drove the uber back to her place yourself. 

Staring down at the drink in your hand, you realised you were too sober and too far behind on studying (not really) to be sitting here, in a place you didn’t want to be. So you got up, turned around and immediately crashed into a hard chest. Looking up, you find a wild head of blonde curls and a heavenly cologne. Roope Hintz.

“Can I help you you mr. Star?” 

You said ask as he leans closer, if that was even possible, without touching you. He at least has the decency to chuckle and look a little bashful as you address him that way. 

“You sure you’re not even a little infatuated with Oleksiak?” 

Rolling your eyes, you lean back onto the bar and cross your ankles. 

“Why? Are you jealous?” 

You give him a flirty smile, just for the hell of it. Roope steps forward so his feet are planted on either side of yours, not touching this time either, and leans an arm beside you, making him come impossibly close to you. 

“What if I am?” 

He asks, and his eyes are roaming all over your face, ignited with a desire you haven’t seen in far too long. It makes a heat pool in your stomach, and a little in your cheeks. Just purely out of the close proximity. 

“Then you’re gonna be sorely disappointed.” 

You try to sound casual, but Roope leans a little closer.

“And why is that?” 

You can tell he is curious, and your judgement is compromised from the closeness of him. Maybe one night wouldn’t hurt, right?

“I’m a one time offer, an-” 

Roope doesn’t even let you finish your sentence, before he has your hand in his. Just as you touch it feels like a wave of something indescribable washes over you. You’d never felt anything like it. 

“I can do that. Come along now, we haven’t got all night.” 

Roope drags you away from the bar and you scramble to keep up the first few steps. When you catch up, he laces his fingers through yours, and heads out the door. It’s cold out, and since you haven’t really been outside today, all you have is the sweater you came to the rink in. You hadn’t been dressed for a club at all, but he didn’t seem to mind. You wrap your arms around yourself, to try to preserve some of the heat from the inside. Roope has a keen eye and steps behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“One time offer, remember?” 

“Oh yeah, that doesn’t mean I can’t be nice, or no?” 

And as he pulls you closer to him, you can feel in your bones (and your lower back) that he isn’t nearly as nice as he’s pretending to be. And you catch yourself thinking that you can’t wait to see what this turns into. 

“Just, doubting what you define as nice, that’s all.” 

At that Roope, let out a little chuckle, before leaning down a little and placing small kisses on your exposed neck. He works his way up to your ear. 

“I can be very nice, it all depends on you though.” 

With a final kiss to your cheek, he steps away from your heated face, and looks at the uber that’s now in front of you, double checking that it’s the right one. How in the hell had you missed the car pulling up to the curb? Roope opened the door to the back seat and let you enter first. Then he entered shortly after you, told the lady driving the car his address and turned to face you. 

“Didn’t think you were that shy, sweetheat.” 

He gestured to the entire middle seat between the two of you. You just shake your head, with a coy smile on your lips. 

“Just been a while.” 

You say quietly, not wanting the driver to hear. Regardless, she looks at you, very discreetly, through the rearview mirror. You give her a reassuring smile trying to convey that you feel safe and that you’re okay. She gives you a wink in return. 

“I’ll make it worth your time.” 

Roope leads you into an elevator and punches one of the higher numbers, all the while his eyes are roaming you, mentally undressing you. Most definitely wondering what he would find underneath the sweater and jeans. You are absolutely feeling a little shy with the way he looks at you. However, at the same time you’re looking at him, wondering what he is going to do, if he will be soft or hard in demeanor, if he’s gonna be rough or boring, but somehow something in his eyes tells you, it’s gonna be anything but boring. 

The elevator stops, and he steps closer, taking your hand in his, entwining your fingers and leading the way out of the elevator. Just two doors down he pulls some keys out of his back pocket and steadily unlocks the door, no fumbling. You take it as a good sign even if you already knew that he wasn’t even close to being drunk. The lock clicks in place and the door slides open, revealing a dark hallway. Roope steps in first and flicks on the light. It’s neat, considering what you had been expecting. The door shuts behind you, and you hear the lock clicking. 

Toeing off your shoes you turn and find Roope already staring at you. His eyes are considerably darker. He drops the jacket he had been wearing to the floor and beckons you with a finger to follow him, all silent and a little domineering, half a smile on his lips. You see the light flicker on in the hallway as you follow him down to the left and then the first door on the right hand side it’s the only open door, but it’s not fully lit inside. Carefully you step inside, when nothing happens, you take one more step in and the room is suddenly full of tension. 

The light here is turned on low, and Roope is standing in front of you taking slow steps towards you. Determined to stand your ground you remain unmoving, but your eyes roam him, and he seems to notice. With a smirk he takes a hand behind his neck and promptly yanks the shirt off of his upper body. You feel your jaw dropping just a little as you scan him over. 

“Look at me in the eyes babe.” 

Heat rises to your cheeks, but you remain in your spot steadily holding his gaze. He takes a step closer, and then another, until he’s standing mere inches from you. A devious smile is playing on his lips, when one of his hands lands on your waist. His thumb rubs circles on your hip, just underneath the emerald sweater of yours. 

“Are you sure about this?” 

He asks, taking his other hand up and caressing your cheek. You nod your head yes. 

“I’m gonna need you to use your words for me.” 

The hand that’s on your cheek is suddenly forcing your face upwards to meet his eyes. 

“I’m sure about this.” 

You whisper, again meeting his eyes. Just as the sentence leaves your mouth, he immediately goes to kiss you, but you pull back just slightly, just to tease, and maybe test him a little. He sees the mischievous glint in your eyes, and his smile widens.

“Oh you wanna play like that, huh?” 

Roope’s hands slip from your body, before meeting again behind your thighs, lifting you up into his arms. You stare down into his darkened eyes, and lean into him. He lets you kiss him for a couple of seconds, before he deepens it. You let him, not really feeling like fighting him. His lips move from yours and down your neck, as he walks towards the bed, you can feel him leaving a few hickies before dropping you onto the bed. 

“Off with the sweater, kaunis.” 

You look up at him, while crossing your arms and gripping the bottom of the sweater, letting him take in all of you as the green top comes off. Underneath is a simple black bra and you can see his pupils dilate at the sight of you. 

“That one I’m gonna take off myself.” 

He leans over you, until you’ve laid down flat on the bed. He’s hovering over you, resting on his forearms, yet his hips have already settled between your legs. You can feel him there hard and heavy. His breath playing across your collarbones, makes you feel the anticipation building in your entire body. 

He presses a quick kiss to your lips before he starts leaving open mouth kisses down the valley of your breasts, he shifts his weight so he is leaning more on one arm and slides the other underneath your back, and makes quick work of unfastening your bra. The tension leaves the straps and you let them fall off. Then with his teeth he bites the middle of the bra, lifting it off your body and chucking it away with his free hand. 

“Upea.” 

You don’t question his words, honestly feeling a little more turned on as he speaks to you in a language you don’t understand. With a wink he kisses each of your tits a few times, before moving further down. 

“Still good?” 

He asks, and you feel your heart ache a little at it, and immediately shove the feeling aside.

“Yes, so good.”

You say, all out of breath as his fingers pop open the button, and slowly pull down the zipper of your jeans. In a swift motion he has his fingers in what you assume is the belt loops and has pulled down your jeans along with the black underwear you had been wearing. Instinctively you try to close your legs, but two calloused hands on either of your knees stops that motion. 

“I’ve got you.” 

Roope says as he leans into your right thigh and starts leaving kisses again. Closer and closer to your core, and when he finally is there, he switches to the other tigh, repeating the process. Your hands, which have been clenching the sheets, finally go to his long hair, tugging a little. Roope lets out a little groan and you swear you can feel it in your entire body.

“Aww, look how wet you are, all for me?” 

He asks in a husky voice. 

“All for you, all for you.” 

Roope seems to revel in the admittance rolling off your tongue, before he lets himself have a taste. At least that’s what you think is happening. You feel his hot breath fan over your core, and he is painfully close, you lift your hips just slightly to meet his mouth, just as he pulls away. 

“My bed, my rules. Now, you’re gonna have to ask really nicely to cum, before I let you. Got it?” 

You’re so lost in desperation for his mouth that you can only nod. You both hear and feel the sigh escaping him, before he lands a little smack on the inside of your thigh. It causes you to let out a strangled moan and clench around nothing. 

“Didn’t I tell you? Words.” 

“I’m sorry, I’ll ask to cum.” 

And then he’s all over you. The pent up feeling you have in your body only seems to grow as he spends his time licking and lapping at your folds. With his arms around your thighs and eyes firmly set on yours, your body's working overtime trying to feel everything. You feel your grip on his hair tighten as his mouth finds you clit and a finger easily slides inside you. 

“Fuuuck, feels so good.” 

You draw out the vocals as he hums against you. Your breathing went uneven a long time ago, but now you’re struggling to control anything that comes out of your mouth. Especially as the second finger enters you and he makes a “come here” motion with his fingers, finally finding that one particular spot. It nearly sends you over the edge.

“Ah ah, ask first.” 

Your brain feels like mush as he continues his assault on your pussy. 

“Please may I cum?” 

Roope hums against you, before leaning away a little. 

“No, I want you to beg.” 

He goes back in, feeling the way your body is wound so tightly you don’t know where to turn, not being able to think clearly. 

“Please, I’ll be so good, just please please let me cum.” 

Again Roope hums. 

“Okay, only if you’re a good girl though.” 

He says looking up at you, with that smirk of his, before he dives back in.  You can feel the tension in your body tightening, and when his tongue does a particularly intense stroke over your clit you can’t hold it anymore. Your legs clamp around his head and you let out a drawn out moan of pleasure as he lets you ride out the high on his face. 

When you can’t take it anymore, you gently guide his face away from your core. Roope has this cocky grin on his face and you can’t help but like it being directed at you. You pull him up towards you and kiss him deeply, not really caring if you can taste yourself on his lips. Finally he lets your hands wander over the planes of his upper body, feeling the muscles tense and flex as your fingers trace every ridge of his body. He seems to really like kissing you, but he does notice that your hands go lower and lift his hips up a little to make room so you can pop the button of his jeans. As soon as the zipper is down, your hand traces the waistband of his boxers. 

“You gonna play with me like this all night, rakas?” 

He asks with a playful tone of voice. 

“Maybe.” 

You tease, pulling on the waistband of the boxers, before releasing it, making it snap against his skin. He leans away from you completely, getting up so he’s on his knees, but otherwise full height. Your legs are caught between his, so you can only sit up as far. Not that you mind though, with the way he towers over you, giving you perfect access to the bulge that’s now in your direct line of vision. Without really meaning to your jaw goes slack. His pointer finger is under your chin, making you look up at him.  

“Eyes up here, yeah?” 

You nod innocently at him, making him groan at the sight of you. 

“Good girl. Now let’s see if we can put that mouth of yours to good use.” 

You blush at his words and the smirk on his lips. Regardless, you start peeling the boxers and jeans down his legs. Slowly. Since this is going to be a one time thing, you think, you’re gonna savour this moment. His skin is hot beneath your fingers, but not as hot as your cheeks the moment his cock springs free of it’s confinement. You’re definitely not complaining about any aspect of it. 

Without a second thought you put your lips around the angry red tip, letting your tongue explore every inch of his dick. Roope seems to like what you’re doing, judging by the groaning and panting above you. One of his hands is in your hair, doing a makeshift ponytail as you continue to suck him off. Suddenly, he all but pulls you off his cock, which now seems even more red than it was before. With strings of saliva hanging from your mouth, connected to his dick. Roope lets out a groan that makes your inside tingle before he slides back off the bed.

“I’m going to ruin you so good, rakas.” 

He kicks off his jeans and boxers before he is over you again. You look him in the eyes nodding, before spreading your legs, letting him settle between them. He cages you in with his arms, and for some reason, even with his dark gaze upon you, you feel safe. And when he grabs your arms, pinning them beside your head you let out a content sigh. Not only because you’re completely letting go, but because you can feel his cock brushing against your stomach. The anticipation is almost killing you. 

Roope, kisses up and down your neck, whispering dirty somethings in your ear, because they aren’t nothing. They are all his fantasies, of what he has come up with that he wants to do with you. As well as to you. Most of all though, you think he just enjoys watching you squirm in need of him. When he lets go of your right hand, it traces your throat.

“Now, put my cock inside yourself.” 

It’s a demand, and you follow through, out of desperation to feel him inside. You wrap your hand around his dick, carefully tugging at him, running your thumb over the tip, teasing. With a little smile on your lips. Roope is quick to kiss it away, delving into you, with a passion you’ve never felt before. “Inside, now. Or this teasing of yours is gonna have some serious consequences.” 

He mumbles against your lips, so you do as told, guiding him to your entrance. You both let out content sighs as he finally sinks into you. He is going slow at first. Letting you adjust to having him inside you. 

“Look so good for me like this.” 

You can only nod as he starts moving his hips in slow, deep thrusts. He finds a pace and as soon as you start clenching around him, when he hits that part of you. His pace picks up. The hand that’s still holding onto yours, they are now intertwined in each other. His other hand is caressing your hip. You’re pretty much just a blubbering mess of his name and curses as he hits all the right parts. 

With a final kiss to your lips, he leans up a bit, so his thighs are resting on his calves creating a steep angle, so you almost slip off him. Almost. He pulls you closer by the hips, making you yelp out, before your legs are planted on either side of him, giving yourself a little more leverage as he hits deep inside of you. The moan that escapes you is genuine, and you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. At that you feel a sharp sting on your thigh again. 

“Eyes on me.” 

In the fog of pleasure all you manage to get out is a weak. “Yes, sir.” 

Opening your eyes, you see Roope straining a little as well. His cheeks are tinted and his breathing is really uneven. But his eyes are blown with pleasure, and as you guide his hand to your lower stomach where you can vaguely feel him moving in and out of you. It looks like a new fire has been ignited inside him. 

His hand slips from yours as he lets it go to rub at your clit again. The pleasure almost becomes too much, and your eyes roll a little at the feeling. 

“May I please cum, sir?” 

You manage to moan out, barely remembering his demand from before. 

“Hold it for like three seconds, I’m gonna count you down.” 

So you look him in the eyes and let him blow out your back for a few more thrusts, and then he starts counting down. 

“3”

His rhythm changes as he slows down and goes harder, deeper. 

“2” 

He moans as you clench around him. 

“1, cum for me.” 

And you do. It starts in your stomach, and like a warm tide it washes over your entire body. Roope fucks you through it, before he finally pulls out and with a loud groan he is jerking himself off, letting go in hot spurts all over your torso. He finishes and stares down at his personal masterpiece. With your rapidly raising stomach and chest covered in his cum, you can tell by the smirk on his lips. He’s satisfied.

“I’ll be right back.” 

Roope says with a wink, and you just nod. Because even though you just had the best sex to date, you were trying to gather your thoughts. On how to get home. You don’t see where he goes, but you hear water running from a sink. When he’s back from the bathroom, you assume, he has a wet  washcloth in hand and is wearing a fresh pair of boxers. Gently he wipes his cum from your chest and stomach, and a little in between your legs. 

And you’re almost completely ruined by how gentle he is. But you have a promise to keep, and you’re not planning on betraying yourself. He leaves again to toss the cloth into the hamper. When he comes back, you have gathered your underwear and bra, and are standing on the floor on slightly shaky legs. 

“You’re leaving?” 

And that was really the first sign. 

“Yeah, one time offer. Remember?” 

You answer, looking for your jeans. Roope sweeps them off of the floor and hands them to you. 

“Yeah, right.” 

You get dressed in silence, and when your last sock is on. You straighten up. 

“I’ll just find the way out myself.” 

It’s meant to be casual, but Roope immediately refuses. 

“No no, I’ll walk you out.” 

And he does, following close behind you. You’ve just gotten your shoes on, when your phone pings. It’s a notification from uber that your ride is here. You’ve put your hand on the door knob and opened the door, when Roope, who was leaning against the wall, pulls you back and kisses you deeply. 

“Next time you need an orgasm, give me a call.”

He says with a wink. 

In the car back to your apartment, you can feel it. You’re not gonna get rid of Roope after what just went down in his bedroom. The worst part of it is that you’re not sure you want it to be a one time thing. Fuck. 

#roope hintz #roope hintz smut #roope hintz imagine #roope hintz fic #dallas stars smut #dallas stars imagine #Dallas Stars Blurb #nhl #nhl smut #nhl fic

[gunkreads]

In (conditional) defense of everyone, self included, who had a negative knee-jerk reaction to the first three episodes of the show:

The Eye of the World is rife with exposition, arguably to a fault. Two-paragraph, half-page, and full-page hunks of it litter the entire book; tiny history lessons breaking up the plot progression. By about the fiftieth page, you know a frankly hilarious amount about the world and the characters already. As you read along, you get the biases of all the perspective characters very well established and you see and hear a nearly-annoying amount of world history.

The show, if I’m guessing the creators’ intent correctly, is aiming to shift the way in which that information is revealed so as to turn some of the worldbuilding-via-exposition into worldbuilding-via-mystery. We don’t really know what the world thinks of Aes Sedai, other than that a couple small-town hicks don’t trust this one very suspicious character. We don’t know that Rand has this unique technique to focus his mind and that it makes him good at archery, or that Mat allows himself to get into trouble because he’ll get blamed for it regardless. Instead, we’re presented with the effect of these and left to guess at the cause, creating opportunities (hopefully well-used, but tbd as of episode 4) to introduce these concepts at more impactful moments. I assume this is a combination of time constraints forcing the writers to create more potent, precisely-spaced hooks in the story and the writers, actors, producers, and editors working to create something that transcends those constraints. The overall flow of the storytelling so far seems to be, for lack of a more specific word, “frontloading” action and showing-not-telling character and world details with the implication that the explicit reason for certain beats will be revealed later (i.e. what the fuck’s wrong with Mat, specifically).

After a rewatch and episode 4′s release, I’ve mostly come around to the positive side regarding this decision. I think the show is doing a passably good job of metering exposition to keep the story flowing, though personally I think it errs just enough on the side of underexpositing to irk me.

As a huge, albeit recent, fan of the books, my initial negative opinion was a reaction to the changes from a formula I loved--exposition-heavy worldbuilding amidst tense, varied travel settings--to one I’m not so familiar with and don’t like as much--mysterious, half-explained events to build tension and raise stakes. The reason The Eye of the World hooked me was the way it played ancient tropes straight and kindly requested I stick around for the good parts. At the time I first read it, I hadn’t made many forays into the genre of fantasy. I’d read Lord of the Rings and A Song of Ice and Fire, along with a couple YA fantasy series I loved, but no other epic high fantasies. The way the book seemed so polite in its exposition caught me. I never felt like I was being ordered to stick around and wait for the good parts; I always felt like Jordan was sitting in a rocking chair next to me saying “Ah, feel free to skim this part. It’s significant, but the world is vast and you won’t be hurt by a few missed details. Oh, even Siuan doesn’t remember that Gray sister’s name.”

To be more concise: I felt like the lovely, meditative pacing of The Eye of the World was abandoned for the strobe-light, profit-motivated pacing of modern television. After thinking about it more, I don’t think this is true in a meaningful way.

The show isn’t so polite as the books’ narration feels to me, but then neither is the media-consuming world at large. I think the show is doing the absolute goddamn best it can to adapt a narrative-exposition-heavy story onto the screen while neither leaving new audience members in the dust nor disappointing book fans. As Judkins has noted publicly, doing both of those perfectly is impossible, and he’s made some cuts. Can’t fault him for that, and if you do, fuck you.

The “conditional” part of the defense is that I’m only willing to apply this defense to others who have sat down and picked apart their dislike of the show. If you watched it, hated it, thought about why, still hated it, and posted about it, more fuckin power to ya. Analyzing shit you don’t like lets you grow as a person. If you watched it, hated it the second the first shot wasn’t how you pictured in your mind, and never stopped to ask why it wasn’t, this post ain’t for you.

#wheel of time #wot #wheel of time on prime

[kachinnate]

,,,,okay i know i just said i wasn’t going to talk about the deh movie but actually yeah imma talk about it for just a sec bc y’all actually make me legitimately distressed sajkfndsmjkgds

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLQ_A0H1otc i dont have the braincells to do a shot by shot analysis right now but here’s what we’re lookin at

under a readmore because ghhhhhhh

firstly, let me lead with this: yes, from what we know, there’s a lot of things wrong with this movie. 

the worst, in my humble opinion, being the bts treatment of the (very few) actors of color, and the lack altogether of any production team members of color. that’s something that should be acknowledged, talked about, and fucking dug into especially at the current fucking period of time we’re living in. it’s unsurprising, but disgusting nonetheless, and it set this movie up for failure from the very beginning. i’m a white person so by no means so i feel inclined or like i have any authority in saying what one should feel wrt all of that, however i will say if there’s to be a boycott in not watching this movie, that should 100% be the reason why. it’s fully poc’s choice whether or not to forgive the production team or give this movie a chance for the irredeemable shit it did in regards to handling the movie’s production. the movie imo definitely doesn’t deserve their forgiveness, but again, that is not for me to say. 

there’s some little things too that i can’t fully think of off the top of my head - like, the whole making larry connor’s stepdad thing fucking irks me, for example, but, like...... listen.

if you know me like at all, you know my favorite word is nuance.

so, i’m going to say it outright: the way you people are approaching this three minute trailer shows literally.... none?? no nuance ??? is it no-nuance november over here or ???? like i’m begging you i’m BEGGING YOU to put aside your pre-determined prejudices against this movie and like stop pretending to be a renowned film critic for ten seconds because it’s really not as outright fucking abysmal as you are saying!! and also it’s possible to have opinions that aren’t completely fucking polarized to one side because guess what, the deh movie? a piece of media! what is the shit y’all are constantly preaching about having the ability to consume media critically ? because you’re trying to cancel a fucking trailer based on the contents of the trailer alone !!!!! hello !!!!!!!!

media is bound to be problematic. if y’all were as quick to judge any movie as you did this one, guess what you wouldn’t be watching any movies like ever <3 

anyway lets get into the parts that are probably going to get me cancelled lmao 

ben platt - listen. LISTEN. listen i know he’s too old to be reprising evan we ALL know he’s too old to be reprising evan i’ve heard this same argument since the announcement was made we get it we all know. haha he’s a grandpa yes bestie ur so right ur so funny wow. i do agree that we should’ve maybe had a not-ben-platt evan moment but here’s some things to keep in mind: the arguments of “oooh ABF is right there !!!!!!” 1. who’s to say he was available? 2. the environment of a movie is so, SO much different than that of a musical -- as much as you wanna pretend you know everything from just a trailer, there’s no way of knowing what scenes were added that might’ve made the movie like.. idk possibly more intense story-wise not even COUNTING the fact that just inherently a movie set is different than a musical one? like yes ben platt might be just being used as a device but that’s probably not the sole and only reason. Also, if i see One (1) more comment about his FUCKING HAIR 😃 first of all it’s not that deep like... if you’re so distracted by an actor having their hair different that’s on you, but going as far as to call it bad or distracting or being like Vehemently a way about it? y’all i know it’s most likely not your intention but that is literally just ben platt’s natural fuckin ETHNICALLY JEWISH hair sajknfgkjds!!!! i’m not the first to make this point, but like dsjnfkjdsg!??! y’all are being so mean about it and for WHAT? again, maybe not intentional, but it reads as like high key Very antisemetic and you should.... maybe not 😳 be that way

connor. the thing about a trailer is that they don’t show you all the scenes because they want you to come see the movie. right? can we agree on that? all the connor scenes in the trailer had SEVERAL hard cuts, omitting a lot of the scene -- like the computer lab scene! we see the beginning of it, there’s a VERY obvious hard cut, and then he’s running out! in my opinion my first watch through of this trailer i had a very like “:// hmm all these actors feel a lil like dry”, but man oh man the comments ive seen about connor. holy shit guys. this boy gets 7 minutes of stage time in the actual musical, and the whole thing is we DON’T KNOW VERY MUCH ABOUT HIM. not to burst your bubble, and i by no means hate connor, i love me some good connor lives fics and stuff, but everything we write with connor being alive? that is !! speculation on our part !!!! those are headcanons and us using the little context we have!! connor doesn’t have any significant development IN THE SOURCE MATERIAL that is being adapted into a movie !!! you 1. can’t fully judge a character with already limited screentime in a 3 minute trailer, 2. can’t really call what connor has canonically in the musical as in depth character development !! what is his arc then !!!! he pushes evan, goes to the computer lab, has an outcast loner kid moment, gets upset, takes the letter, DIES. sorry stans, that’s just how it is !! and, AND, everything in between, all the idiosyncracies, that depends on the actor playing connor! speaking of, you know who the actor is playing connor in the movie? that’s right, colton ryan! so, i don’t know, maybe... have some trust in the process, in an actor who ALREADY has played connor on broadway???? and also trust that you will get more connor content then u are seeing from a 3 minute trailer!! dhgnijsdg and some of the comments on like his appearance specifically? like are you really made that he doesn’t have long hair?? they kept his nails and his rings but nahhh the hair was apparently a MUST HAVE (even though like.. not all connor actors on broadway always had/have long hair but w/e).. REGARDLESS. tldr on THAT , the movie would have to do a pretty shitty job if they want to take something from someone who doesn’t have much to begin with and i think y’all are being extremely harsh on this point 

jared. honestly i’m a bit worried too about the like... name change, because it does have the potential to be taking out some representation, but... they did change the name to fit the actor’s ethnicity? it’s a really [hmm] topic because, again, from a trailer and from what we have been told we don’t KNOW a lot of the context, but i think it’s important to remember that uh.. jewish people aren’t just? always white ?? there’s a possibility they changed the last name to fit with the [ethnicity] while keeping him jewish?? ofc there’s the possibility that they Didn’t and ... again hm that’s its own thing altogether but just reiterates the point that you can’t knock a whole movie just based on the trailer. you can’t talk about things you know nothing about. 

alana. same thing as before, you can’t.... completely bash a character based on a 3 minute trailer. there was discussion about how she seemed ‘shy’ when talking to evan, which like.. maybe she is but also that scene was them talking in a library like if u actually take notice of what’s happening in the scene jdskngsd though i do share the general consensus with many others that she won’t get a lot of screen-time but that’s neither here nor there 😔 moving on

scenes and the setting. one of the things i was most like.. tentative about in regards to a switch from a musical to a movie was how they were like... going to do certain scenes? naturally, a lot has to be different when we’re going from a minimal stage set to an entire movie with like.. settings. there are going to be new scenes because a movie lends to have like, physical places that aren’t just [evan’s bedroom] and [murphy kitchen] and [implied school]. so new scenes, new conversations, slightly different pacing.. this is all to be expected right like are y’all geneuinely surprised here or ........

there’s a lot we aren’t seeing yet because this is a TRAILER. again i already mentioned this re: connor but like... again, y’all are making some Claims that just... fucking outlandish. there are so many moments in the trailer that are very obvious Hard Cuts. you don’t have all the information yet. you are angry at a tiny fragment of something that is confusing you because you don’t have all the context. is there a chance that some of this shit is just genuinely Bad? yeah but you really cannot 100000% say it with your chest and gauge it without seeing the movie and understanding what that scene is in context. lowkey uhhh saw some jokes about the zoe scene in the car and :’))) ? jesus? christ????

concluding thoughts because my brain hurts but like. you don’t have to like the movie. you don’t have to WATCH the movie. like all media if you choose to consume the movie you should do so with some CRITICAL THOUGHT. but, just like the novel (and i do not want to have any discussions about that i don’t care if you think it’s good Or bad that’s not what this is about) you guys are going in this WANTING to believe it’s bad and completely polarizing your thoughts on what this is going to be. yeah, maybe there shouldn’t be a movie. i genuinely think we could’ve gone without. but it’s just a piece of media, it’s not a progression like all your (musical is good, novel is bad, MOVIE IS WORSE OH NO) posts are suggesting. they are all just. different pieces of media stemming from a source. at the end of the day it’s just a fucking movie. if you already hate it so much, guess what? you don’t have to watch it! you don’t have to put so much needless fucking hate into a 3 MINUTE TRAILER. you can stop being performative and dissing it for its poor treatment of POC while then going on to make fun of ben platt’s hair and just targeting a different group like! please !!!

i’m not trying to be a fuckin’ advocate for this movie because there’s so much opportunity for it to suck, i do Not have high hopes for it, and i’m not even really sure i want to watch it (i bought the novel when it came out and have yet to read it, and i’m sure the movie will like.. elicit very similar vibes from me lsdngjkdsg like im just not uhhh feeling it) but y’know what? watching the trailer did not bring forth the fucking onslaught of hatred in me that apparently has fuckin posessed all of y’all and like djnsgjksdg plagued my dashboard for this whole evening. don’t come into my inbox trying to like.. argue with me about this (preemptively im turning off anon because i like i Can’t lmao) this is just like... a rant i needed to get out of me real quick. 

SO. tldr for now: have critical thought about shit you consume, there’s no ethical consumption under [the film industry], you can’t judge a movie entirely on its trailer, and y’all need to calm the fuck down 

#garbage.txt #deh movie #ask to tag #irrelevant #bc this is lowkey a vent bc jfc #this isn't @ anyone btw this is just [in general mostly just from my dash] bc.. sighs #anyway im gonna refrain from making any more comment on this its just. frustrating. #edit: ok to rb

[see]

there's genshin drama sweeping tiktok that of course i'd like to put my two cents in on. the general gist of the conversation is that genshin is "catered more to mobile players", and because the format is befitted to mobile and not other consoles, that's why events are short lived and aren't implemented full time.

so, here's my take: the reason genshin is catered to mobile more than other platforms is because genshin is a mobile game that's been adapted to other platforms. i think somewhere along the line, the story writers or developers realized that genshin was going to be too big for mobile and spread it to other platforms to hedge their bets. but genshin is a gacha game, and while there have been gacha games that have found success on platforms that are not mobile, short lived events and small minigames are a gacha game staple because they advertise characters that will be around on the gacha for the same short period as the event.

the reason for this discourse sparking is because allegedly mhy is getting rid of the golden apple archipelago after this patch to "spare mobile user's storage" and everyone is falling for it, but this is clearly just an shift of blame because players were mad that they put resources used for leveling characters in a limited area (which has no justification regardless of storage concerns). when has mhy ever cared about player concerns? especially concerns that were never voiced by mobile players?

regardless of what the true meaning of this situation is and the true intentions of mhy are, the fan response has been fucking revolting. ps4 and pc players jumped to blame mobile players for every irk they had about the game and events (other events that didn't take up storage space were brought up as well as being "mobile player's fault" so clearly no one here knows what the fuck they're talking about and would rather die than actually confront mhy) and i've seen a lot of people in comment sections of videos telling people to buy pcs and ps4/5s which just... i shouldn't have to touch on this. this whole bullshit is giving me a headache and i really don't care about this game but these videos keep popping up on my fyp and it's putting me in mental anguish.

closing thoughts: no, "✨ nora ✨ they/them nb", i can't buy a pc or a ps4, i get paid $9 an hour. i don't have mommy's credit card to fall back on and i don't care how much you want to keep your god damn hide and seek event.

#long post #/

[honey-harper-official]

Lies

In Supernova Adrian said they were going to have a talk about lying but we never got the talk in the book so I’m writing it. Takes place a few months after the Supernova once everything has calmed down a bit.

Angst and fluff and discussing Honey and the Anarchists over sexualizing Nova for the Gala like what the fuck was that? Also slight trigger warning for abuse because all the gaslighting Nova went under is discussed but not in depth.

Anyways as always please reblog.

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The supernova at the cathedral had happened three months ago. Now things had settled down, the ground work for new plans in Gatlon in the works and Nova having her own apartment.

It was good for her to have her own space. Adrian knew that even though she had been manipulated into most of what happened, she still felt tirelessly guilty for it all and didn't like overstaying her welcome anywhere. Like his own house.

His dads loved Nova, despite everything, but Nova just felt awkward about it all. He hoped their relationship would be improved over time. Her relationship with Danna, Ruby, and Oscar certainly had improved and he could only hope things fully healed.

But now that things were getting better, Adrian figured it was a good time to finally have the talk about lying with Nova. They both agreed that it was needed but everything had been so hectic and stressful that it got put aside.

The two of them were sitting in Nova's apartment, the movie they were watching having just finished.

He reached out and slipped his hand in hers, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand.

"Hey Nova," He said.

"Hmm?"

She tilted her head up at him, her hazel eyes meeting his. Originally they had been blue when he met her, but the more she healed and began to sleep, they had been turning brown. He had asked her about it before and she explained that she had in fact been born with brown eyes but they changed to blow when she stopped sleeping and lived in the tunnels, to adjust better to all the dark. He hated that for most of her life she lived in the dark, surrounded by villains but somehow alone.

"I think we should have that talk about lying," Adrian suggested, almost holding his breath. They were having a nice night together and while now was their chance, he wasn't sure if it was the perfect moment. But it was now or never.

Nova looked a little surprised by the statement but she didn't seem upset. "Okay. Where do you want to start?"

She pulled away from him. At first she had been curled up beside him but she slid down the couch to properly face him, her hand still in his. She squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"I know that you couldn't exactly tell me the truth and obviously you aren't lying to me anymore but... you still lied and told me dozens of half-truths like it was nothing."

Nova sighed. "It wasn't nothing. At first it was no big deal. Then as I got to know you and the others more I hated it. I hated it so much and I hated that you lied to me too. I hated that yes I lied to you but you lied to me just as much and acted like your own secrets didn't hurt me as much as mine hurt you. I know that you never tried to kill someone and were doing what you thought was right but it's not like I wasn't doing what I thought was right either."

Her words stung. But it was the truth. He knew she hated the Sentinel just as much as he hated Nightmare and while he had every right to be upset about her being Nightmare, it wasn't like he was any better. Both of them went after the other's family, at least if you were counting the Anarchists as Nova's family. And both of them had gone against the council with secret identities and lying to each other.

But still, he couldn't fathom how she ever thought she was doing something right. He understood that being raised by Anarchists would make her want to get rid of the government. Yet he couldn't understand how she thought it would be good for everyone when society was improving, thriving. She obviously had been wronged by the Renegades, there was no doubt about it.

Adrian's mother may have died on the way to help, but Nova had told him that she had waited hours alone with no help. That and they had stopped looking for her when she very obviously had been taken by Ace. They had every chance to find her but didn't.

"I know the Anarchists raised you and obviously you had the right to be upset with the Renegades but how could you think that what you were doing was right?" Adrian asked.

"Because I didn't know any better. I had no access to outside resources to tell me anything different and they knew that. They kept me from learning and it's not like I could leave them. I mean even if I did escape what would happen to me then? Do you think anyone would care to adopt Ace Anarchy's niece let alone help me? Do you think if I had been outright about it with the Renegades and looking for help do you think anyone would have trusted me?"

Nova was making a valid point. She didn't have the option to leave and if she had come to the Renegades for help, Adrian didn't think he'd trust her either. He didn't think anyone would. Maybe they'd try, but being raised by Anarchists and being Ace Anarchy's niece was suspicious to anyone, even if it wasn't her fault.

Nova took a deep breath. "Then as time went on and I got to know you, I started questioning everything. I didn't know how you could be so sweet and kind and amazing and somehow be a Renegade. I didn't get how everyone wasn't terrible."

"What evidence did you have that we were terrible?" Adrian asked, a little irked. If people loved the Renegades so much then how could she not have known that they were at least doing some good in the world? She had been at the parade and saw how people cheered. Of course there were people who still hated prodigies but that had nothing to do with the Renegades.

"Because I dealt with people like Genissa my whole life. When the treaty was made the Renegades left us with no resources whatsoever. No food or water or electricity. We lived in abandoned subway tunnels. And then whenever they sent a team to us for a check in, they'd destroy everything. The Anarchists told me to hide when I was little because they'd take me away. They said that they might have hurt me and with the way they treated us like we were sub-human I wouldn't deny it."

Adrian winced. He had remembered when he stopped Genissa and her team from tormenting the Anarchists for no reason. He remembered how they would purposely lure people into becoming hostile and violent so they could arrest them and make heroes out of themselves. He remembered how they killed Hawthorne for robbery and blamed it on him, knowing fully that what they were doing was wrong.

Not all the Renegades were cut from the same cloth and had good intentions, Adrian knew that. Yet he had never realized how deep it ran with Nova. Maybe a lot of Renegades wouldn't kill Hawthorne for robbery, but that didn't mean that the Renegades didn't hate the Anarchists and wouldn't do everything they could to prevent them from doing anything as simple as living.

Adrian had always thought that the trauma from her childhood and anything bad that happened to her as a kid, came only from the Anarchists. It seemed so obvious to him. With the fight at the cathedral, he could see how they guilt tripped and manipulated her into things.

And with all the Renegades had done to Nova, all that she was bringing to light, he was beginning to understand more how she could have been so blind to them using her and all the gaslighting she must have gone through.

Nova continued. "And somehow, despite all of that, you and the team were so different. No one was what I was told they were supposed to be like but Genissa and her team. I mean I was on the field actually helping people which was the opposite of what I was taught and experienced. So the longer things went on, the more it hurt to lie to you and I wanted to stop but if I told you the truth I'd never see you again and I didn't want that to happen. I swear I tried to convince the Anarchists out of everything the longer things went on. They went against every plan and suggestion I made. At first it was just Ingrid and knowing Ingrid I thought that it was just her, it wouldn't matter. Then by the end..... it was all of them."

"Like Honey."

She winced. "Yeah. Like Honey."

Nova never liked to talk about it all that much. I mean, she was like a mother figure for her and she had turned on Nova quickly once she realized that Nova wasn't so sure of their plans anymore.

"It's not like I shouldn't have seen her turning on me coming. I mean there were things that just made it seem so obvious the more I think about it but it wasn't like I wanted to believe that they would turn on me," Nova said, shivering a little and beginning to cry.

He hated how she looked so scared and nervous when she said it. Adrian knew she'd be hesitant to tell him, but he had to know what they did to her.

She wiped her eyes and sniffled. "But I was just so stupid about it."

Adrian moved towards her, pulling her closer. "You're not stupid. I'm sure anyone in your situation wouldn't have believed that they would harm you."

Nova let out a weird laugh. "Oh no I genuinely mean it was as clear as day. I mean, when I said that I was going to the gala with you Honey immediately sought to sexualize me and make me look seductive or whatever even though I explicitly told her not to give me some dress that would do that and she insisted otherwise and no one cared even though they were all fully aware of how much I hated it. I mean if a group of adults was trying to make a 16 year old girl seductive with no problems to get a stupid fucking helmet then I should have known that I was just their pawn and didn't matter at all."

Adrian choked. It was disgusting regardless of Nova's age but even more frightening when Adrian thought about how she wasn't even close to 18 yet. He thought about the dress she had worn to the gala and how much she hated the dress she was in. She had been uncomfortable the whole night and now it seemed like it might have been the dress that was factoring into her acting like that. She had looked absolutely stunning, drop-dead gorgeous, but she looked good in anything, even the sweatpants and t-shirt she stole from him that she was wearing at the moment.

He hated that he had liked how she looked in the dress. It wasn't like it was anything inappropriate and he had no idea that she was essentially being forced by the Anarchists to wear it. Regardless, he was disgusted that he had liked how she looked in a dress that she felt objectified in.

"Shit Nova I'm so sorry," he said. "I didn't know or I wouldn't have told you that you looked good in it."

"It doesn't matter. It's not like I had any other clothing choice anyways." Nova pulled away from him. "And obviously you suspected that I was being manipulated into all of this but I didn't. Still, I was gaslighted and abused into my situation and when we were in the cathedral, once you knew for sure I was Nightmare, you figured that out on your own. But still, before that, when you arrested me originally, how did you not realize and if you did how could you not care? How could you act like you lying and being the Sentinel was any better then me be Nightmare when you chose to lie and keep secrets. No one was guilting you into that situation and still you act like you were any better."

Adrian grimaced. The entire situation, both what happened to Nova and the conversation as a whole, was uncomfortable. However, it needed to happen. It couldn't be ignored.

"I was just so upset about Max. It's not like you could have defended yourself without consequences and it's not like he could have told us because he was still unconscious. I was just so wrapped up with it that I didn't think about how you could have become Nightmare. I didn't even want to think about it I was so upset. I mean, I was upset about Max and I came to you and you comforted me and kissed me only for me to find out that, based on the information we had, it was you who had done it."

Nova cupped his face in one hand, running her thumb over his cheek. She looked like she understood and wasn't angry, but he knew that beneath it, she was probably frustrated. She absolutely adored Max and she would never hurt him. Anyone could see that but still, Adrian had been so blinded by everything that she ignored it.

"And what about becoming the Sentinel? What about all the lies around that?"

He took the hand on her face and placed it in his. "At first, I made it to prove a point but then Danna got hurt and it all backfired so I realized I couldn't say a word about it. I tried to drop it, I mean you hated it so much and it had caused more harm then good and I didn't want you to hate me for it but then, Max got hurt and it was the way I could get him help fastest. I never wanted to lie and I never wanted to lie to you."

"I don't want to lie to you either. I'm not going to lie to you again. I'm not going to keep secrets from you ever again."

Nova moved to his lap, arms wrapped around his neck. Adrian slowly rubbed her back, his other arm wrapped around her waist to keep her close.

"I'm not going to lie to you or keep secrets again too," he said, pressing a light kiss to her lips. "But that's not to say if I'm trying to surprise you I won't ignore that statement to make sure it stays a surprise."

Nova let out a light laugh. "Of course."

Then her mouth was on his again and she was filling up his thoughts. Every time he kissed her all he could ever think about was her and how beautiful she was and how incredible she was and every little thing about her. Every time he kissed her he only wanted more.

Adrian buried a hand in her hair, his heart pounding in his chest as he kissed her harder. She bit his lip in response, hands roaming the small of his back. His mouth moved down to her neck, Adrian satisfied by how she closed her eyes in bliss and was turning into putty in his arms.

"Adrian," Nova moaned. He kissed her more. "Adrian stop."

Instantly, as requested, he retreated but it sounded forced, like she couldn't bring herself too pull away.

She pointed to his armband. There was a message from his dads on it, telling him to come home.

He frowned. He certainly did not want to leave.

"You should stay the night," Nova suggested, blushing a little.

He sighed. "I'll ask but I don't know if they'll let me even though they're usually pretty relaxed about this stuff."

It was one thing for Nova to spend the night and be alone with him in his room when other people were around. It was another thing for Adrian to spend the night entirely alone with Nova in her apartment. Not to many would be too keen to let their kid spend the night completely alone with their partner though Adrian couldn't fathom Nova and him doing any more then kissing.

"I know we're not lying to each other but if they say no just fb and say that I'm already asleep and you were about to sleep before you got their message," Nova said slyly, a smug grin on her face. "Besides. You've been here for a few hours. If we were going to do something then we would have done so by now."

He grinned and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Then go lie down in case I need proof."

She moved herself off his lap and went to her bedroom. He followed after her, texting his dads for permission to stay the night.

Adrian laid on the bed and Nova curled up against him. He wrapped an arm around her.

"I don't want you staying the night," his dad, Hugh, responded.

Adrian rolled his eyes. "I'm half asleep and Nova's been asleep for a while now and I don't want to wake her."

The next reply was from Simon. "Alright fine. Just be home before lunch."

Adrian turned off the band and put it aside. Nova looked up at him from where she was.

"So are you staying?" She asked.

He nodded and she grinned. Nova moved back to his lap, legs straddling his hips and her arms around his neck.

"Now where were we before we were interrupted?" She laughed.

Suddenly they were kissing again and it was like the world didn't matter. There were no more lies, no more problems. It was just them and no one else.

#nodrian #nightsketch #nova artino #adrian everhart #danna bell #oscar silva #ruby tucker #narcissa cronin #renegades trilogy #anarchists #renegades #archenemies #supernova #supernova spoilers #nevada fanfiction

[prettyboy-jimin]

Boys (1/4)

AU Summary: 

Jimin’s got insatiable tendencies that could easily drive anybody up the wall. If a boyfriend can't keep up with Jimin, he just keeps on going or he's going to find someone who can keep up. But then again, who says he only has one boyfriend?

(Or that poly AU where Jimin’s a proud slut with 3 boyfriends that know exactly how he likes to be fucked 6 ways to Sunday)

“I need that bad boy to do me right on a Friday and I need that good one to wake me up on a Sunday. That one from work can come over on Monday night. I want them all.” "Boys" - Charli XCX

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin x Jeon Jungkook x Jung Hoseok 

Chapter 1: Bad Boy Friday

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park Jimin

Genre: Smut, Plot? What Plot?/ Porn Without Plot

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: BDSM themes, Rough S*x, mild choking

Summary: You can’t just pick up anyone from the club.

Jimin loves a good night out, loves the feel of everyone’s eyes on him as he walks into the club while the bass reverberates off the walls.

The bouncer greets him like an old friend, everyone else either ogling his nicely dressed ass or glaring at him for being treated as more important than them. He saunters over to the bar, tight ripped jeans working hard to keep themselves from ripping any further despite Jimin not minding in the slightest; his white shirt that was only half-way buttoned glowed underneath the warm lights of the bar, an old friend sliding over to greet him.

“What’ll it be for tonight, gorgeous?

 Jimin giggled, the light blush on his face darkening just a little bit. “Jinnie-hyung, you’re too sweet to me”

 Jin winked, teasing Jimin about how he loved it anyway. The dancer shoos him away with a request for his usual drink, swivelling around in his seat to scan the dance floor; roughly about a hundred sweaty bodies grinding against each other with the fair few that occupy the booths and tables towards the sides, drinking.

 Jimin loves this, the loud music, the vulnerability among strangers so everyone can have a good time. He finds himself here more often than any of his friends, not always getting drunk but always dancing his stress and frustrations away; years of dedicated movement had given him a love for physical escape.

 He doesn’t notice Jin turn up behind him with his drink; he catches the dancer’s attention with a coo as he garnishes his drink with a large strawberry.

 “Oh, hyung” Jimin preens, accepting the drink gratefully, “you spoil me!”

 Jin winks at him, “Only the best for my favourite”

 Jimin blushes as he takes a sip, Jin moving away once more to cater to the other customers. He turns in his seat once more, people-watching.

 And despite Jimin’s frequent visits to the club, a trip is never complete without strangers trying to flirt with him; tonight was no exception.

 “Hey cutie” a low voice says, the person it belongs to sliding up to Jimin much closer than what he would be comfortable with. He forces a smile at the stranger, not bothering to spare him a glance as he continues to sip from his drink and people watch, “You here alone?”

 It’s questions like that that irk him, they freak him out because he knew this wouldn’t be safe if he entertained this guy without any intentions of leaving with him, so Jimin did what he always did; face the stranger, give him a sweet smile before motioning for Jin to come over without breaking eye contact.

 “This guy bothering you, Jimin?” Jin asks, ready to either reach for a weapon or call security.

 The stranger backs away from Jimin’s space, nervous and slightly irritated from what everyone else can see he shakes his head and tells Jin that he was just leaving. Jimin waves him goodbye, thanking Jin as soon as he’s gone.

 “I swear, they get more and more insistent every time I’m out” he comments, finishing his drink and taking a bite of the strawberry.

 Jin laughs, wiping the countertop “Maybe you should hang around your boyfriends so no one else tries to hit on you”

 Jimin scoffs fondly, “As if they would want to come out as frequently as I do.”

 Jin agrees with a laugh as he’s whisked away to care for other customers. Jimin finishes his drink before standing, making his way to the dance floor himself.

 He feels eyes on him as he sways and dances his way to the middle of the group of bodies, several hands trying to cop a feel as he passes by but Jimin only revels in the attention he’s gathering.  A sultry smile makes its way to his face as a pair of hands pulls him against a warm body.

 Jimin came out tonight with a need that that only excitement can satiate.

 Jimin was greedy, everyone knew that, but he was greedy in a sense that everybody had to feel good. If who he was with didn’t feel good, how could he? It almost sounds conflicting, but it’s not.

 Jimin only wanted them to feel good because then they would feel the need to make him feel even better.

 Everyone knew Jimin’s reputation, that’s why too many eyes made their way to him. How could you ignore a star that shone as bright as he did when it was mere feet from you? You couldn’t.

 Like a moth to a flame, everyone in Jimin’s vicinity wanted him regardless if they’d hurt or not.

But Jimin was taken, everyone knew that... right?

 “Took you long enough to find me.” Jimin said softly, leaning onto the person’s shoulder and speaking into their ear so they could hear him “thought someone else was going to call dibs.”

 “As if they’d dare to fucking try” the person said, voice deep and roughed up. Jimin could smell the smoke from his breath, working hard to control himself ‘less he mash their lips together.

 Jimin always loved the taste of nicotine off someone’s tongue.

 “You never know” Jimin giggled, pressing his ass against a crotch he was beginning to drool over

“Someone asked if I came alone, if I said yes I think we’d be dancing here and you had to watch”

 “Pretty little thing like you wouldn’t settle for less” they said, Jimin couldn’t help but blush.

 Jimin swayed and danced against his dance partner, feeling them move with him as their hands gripped at his hips tightly. A hand travelled upwards, feeling over Jimin’s taut stomach and stopping at a nipple, circling it over the fabric of Jimin’s top. He let out a soft sigh, holding his head down as he tried not to be overwhelmed by it.

 He giggled mischievously, bring his head back up before he turned around, making his dance partner’s hands travel up to rest at his waist as his arms made it around their neck.

 “You always love to tease, don’t you Hyungie?” Jimin asked, his lips just a breath away.

 Yoongi chuckled, nipping at Jimin’s plump lower lip “You’re always into it”

 Jimin lunges forward, kissing Yoongi hungrily as his fingers bury themselves in Yoongi’s hair, one of the elder’s hands making its way to Jimin’s ass to squeeze and feel around for as much as he wanted. Jimin was practically lifted off his feet as Yoongi pulled him closer, trying to eliminate as much space between them as possible.

 Yoongi’s kisses are eager and greedy, but controlled and timed at the same time. Jimin loves how Yoongi always takes charge of him, loves how Yoongi takes care of Jimin no matter what their doing.

 The elder licks into Jimin’s mouth as the younger grinds against him and he lets Yoongi in with a smile, sucking on his tongue before the elder is kissing down his jaw, neck and biting at the juncture before Jimin’s shoulder. Jimin tries not to whine at Yoongi’s attention, regardless if the people around them could hear or not. It’s a club, it’s not like this kind of behaviour wasn’t expected.

 Jimin could feel Yoongi’s lips creep back up to his jaw, ghosting kisses all the while before he asks “Where’s your muscle pig boyfriend, anyway?”

 Jimin laughs at that, pulling at Yoongi’s hair with one hand while scratching down the length of his arm with the other in pure need. He looks at the elder and, for the first time that night, takes in what he’s wearing.  

 Yoongi’s sporting ripped skinny jeans that look a little like Jimin’s, albeit a lot less ripped. A black shirt and leather jacket to boot, Jimin’s favourite one, the one he always tries nick. He eyes Yoongi over once more before looking straight at him, seeing the elder smirk with pride. “He doesn’t matter right now” Jimin says, ghosting a kiss on Yoongi’s lips that has the elder pathetically chasing after for more.

 Jimin giggles again. “You’re hard”

 “You’re sexy” Yoongi says, slapping Jimin’s ass and making the younger jump in his arms with a moan “My place or yours?”

 “They’re one and the same”

 “Fuck you”

 “Yes please” Jimin hums, kissing Yoongi once more before feeling Yoongi up underneath his shirt. He was warm, almost hot underneath Jimin’s cold hands “And do it hard”

Jimin’s pushed back against his apartment door roughly as Yoongi’s mouth assaults his neck, the younger wrapping an arm around Yoongi’s neck as he tries to press his dick closer to his, needy and desperate.

 He moans shamelessly as he feels Yoongi bite and pull at his earlobe, grinding against the elder’s leg. “Yoongi, I-inside” he stutters, barely able to keep his voice level

 Yoongi feels for the keys in Jimin’s back pocket, glancing at the lock quickly before mouthing at the younger’s neck once more.

 By the time their inside, Jimin is gasping for breath as he toes his shoes off. Yoongi pauses from marking Jimin’s neck to try to get the button up off; Jimin goes to help him when Yoongi huffs in frustration.

 “I don’t understand why you wear this shit” He growls, ridding himself of his leather jacket and clothes “You know what you want by the end of the night yet you put shit on and make it hard get off”

 Jimin giggled at Yoongi’s complaints, knowing all too well that Yoongi loved how Jimin looks. “Do I look fuckable though?” He smirked, playfully winking at Yoongi as he kept his top on but shimmied out of his tight jeans

 Yoongi’s shirtless and only got his jeans left when Jimin is done, moving the opening of his top to the side to expose his collarbones and shoulder to the elder, doe eyes and jutted pout making him want to rearrange the young dancer’s guts.

 “Shut up” he growls, making Jimin giggle as Yoongi backs him all the way into the couch’s arm rest, their teeth clacking together slightly as Jimin’s back hits the cushion.

 Jimin’s hands reach for Yoongi’s zipper, undoing the fasten of his jeans before pulling it down just enough before he’s able to cup the large hard-on and moan into Yoongi’s mouth.

 “Just fuck me here” he breathes, biting and pulling Yoongi’s lip

 “Are you sure?”

 “Did I fucking stutter?”

 “I’m about to make you”

 Jimin knows being bratty is going to get him hurt, the glint in Yoongi’s eyes more than a telltale.

 Yoongi makes his way back to Jimin’s neck, his favourite place on Jimin’s body to leave scratches and bruises aside from the plush of his ass as he blindly but expertly pulls down Jimin’s boy-shorts. They’re the black silk ones that Jimin knows Yoongi loves but it seems the elder is too preoccupied to appreciate the fashion choice at the moment.

 “I fucking hate this shirt” Jimin hears him murmur, seeing that Yoongi’s tossed the silk underwear somewhere towards the TV.

 He smiles and giggles lightly, “I know you think I’m pretty in it, Hyung”

 Yoongi doesn’t answer him, Jimin knows it’s because anything he’ll say will still feed into Jimin’s teasing but Jimin doesn’t really care, all he can think about is how Yoongi is biting and sucking at the skin of his chest. It hurts so good and Jimin can already tell that it’ll last several days.

 Looks like he’s wearing turtle necks to work for the next week.

 “Lube” Yoongi groans, the rough pads of his fingers and the skin of his palms going over Jimin’s ass in circles. “Jimin I’m not spitting on your ass, as hot as it is, it’s not enough to open you up”

 Jimin chuckles, reaching underneath the couch as he comments on how well Yoongi takes care of him.

 “You know my name?” Yoongi whispers, kissing Jimin full on before breaking away to lean on the back of his heels.

 The young dancer smiles at Yoongi playfully as he watches the elder warm the bottle of lube between his hands. He arches his back off the cushion of the couch to pull the button up over his head, discarding it in the direction Yoongi threw his underwear towards.

 “Of course” he preens, teasingly.

 He watches Yoongi bite his lip, his eyes turning dark as he gets a reasonable amount of liquid onto his fingers and Jimin’s hole, a soft gasps escapes him; the feeling a new and welcomed one.

 Yoongi leans down as his fingers circle Jimin’s entrance, settling his weight onto his elbow beside Jimin’s head; the younger mouths at Yoongi’s mouth, teasing him for a kiss with his breath shallow and uneven.

 Just as Jimin’s lips are enveloped once more in Yoongi’s, he feels a familiar pressure break through his rim and is unable to control his gasp, moaning into Yoongi’s mouth. He feels the older man smile against his open mouth, taking this opportunity to slip his tongue into Jimin’s and search for his tongue.

 Jimin moans shamelessly into Yoongi, lifting his hips off the couch to grind into him, asking for more. He feels Yoongi thrusting his finger in and out slowly, getting Jimin used to the intrusion before adding another finger.

 “Yoongi—“ Jimin sighs, a hand in Yoongi’s hair once more and his face tucked into the crook of the elder’s neck “Please, I can take it. Give it to me”

 Yoongi ignored him, Jimin can tell. He pretends not to hear the younger’s pleas for more because he knows that too much too fast will hurt, regardless if Jimin likes it or not.

 “Y-Yoongi” he tries once more, voice as shaky and weak as ever “Y-Yoongi, you’re being, oohh shit, you’re being a p-prick”

 “Shut up” Jimin feels more than hears against his neck, Yoongi nipping at the skin sharply and making him yelp.

 When he feels that Jimin’s stretched enough with two fingers, he adds another, making him groan loudly and grind into Yoongi’s hard-on.

 “Fuck yes” Jimin pulls Yoongi from his neck, slitting their lips together as he moans at the familiar sensation. “Yoongi, I want you, please”

 “Have to make sure you’re stretched properly”

 “Fuck that, you know I love it when it hurts” he whines, his tongue licking into Yoongi’s as his hand cups Yoongi through his jeans “Just fucking do it”

 Yoongi curls his fingers up and presses, making Jimin yelp and shudder against him. “Why are you always so impatient, you fucking slut”

 Jimin smiles deliciously, Yoongi biting the bend of his jaw. “Why do you still not understand how good your dick is?”

 “Fine” Yoongi says and all of a sudden Jimin is lifted into a sitting position, the elder’s hand tightening on his throat making him smile “You wanna get fucked so badly?”

 Jimin grins at him and the next thing he knows, Yoongi’s lifted and bent him over the back of the couch, ass in the air and back arched as Yoongi pushed him down. Jimin feels Yoongi’s torso press against him, lips brushing the shell of his ear as he whispers.

 “I’d eat you out but you’re too greedy for your own good.”

 It takes a lot for Jimin not to whine, feeling Yoongi’s fingers make their way inside him once more to make sure he’s ready.

 “Give it to me”

 “Condoms”

 Jimin rolls his eyes in frustration, “Yoongi we’ve been sleeping together long enough for you to know I don’t give a shit about condoms” he says, hanging his head low impatiently “I’m clean and I know you are too so just fuck me for god s—Oh!”

 Jimin feels so full, his head is swimming. Yoongi had thrust his entire length into Jimin’s sweltering heat, stretching him a little more than he already had. Tears prick the edge of Jimin’s eyes and Yoongi places a soft kiss in the middle of his back, hips unmoving as he give the younger time to adjust. “You really need to shut the fuck up sometimes” he mumbles.

 Jimin groans as he throws his head back, his mouth hanging open as he feels Yoongi’s member pulsate inside of him. Profanities fall from his pretty lips, drool building in his mouth as Yoongi mouths at the small of his back.

 Yoongi begins to move slowly, pulling out completely before bottoming out again and again, Jimin’s moans low and faltering.

 “You love my cock” Yoongi says, panting slightly.

 Jimin giggles, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he grinds backwards to meet Yoongi’s thrusts eagerly. “You really gonna make me say it twice?”

 Yoongi’s pulled out all of his length except the head, lingering right at the edge of Jimin’s rim before weaving his fingers into Jimin’s blonde waves and tugging him close, moving into him at a torturously slow pace. “I’m gonna make you fucking scream it so the neighbours know.”

 Jimin moans at the sound of Yoongi’s voice; possessive and greedy; his body practically vibrating with excitement as he feels the elder fill him.

 Yoongi straightens his back away from Jimin, nudging the dancer’s knees further apart with his own before he starts thrusting into the younger mercilessly.

 Jimin yelps, surprised, digging his nails into the material of the couch and seeing stars everywhere. Yoongi doesn’t wait for Jimin’s hole to adjust for him any longer, the sound of wet skin clashing being the only thing that Jimin hears.

 With every thrust Jimin so desperately tries to meet halfway, he becomes more and more pliant; almost like putty if Yoongi wasn’t holding him up by his hair. Yoongi bites his lip, focusing on his consistency as the sounds of Jimin’s whines and begging encourage him further and further.

 Jimin can feel the large, callous hand on his hip dig their fingernails into his skin as Yoongi’s thrusts gradually become more and more calculated and rough. He can barely speak, saliva making its way just past his lips and down his chin. If this wasn’t a good fucking then Jimin didn’t know what could ever count as a good fucking.

 He almost feels kind of drunk, feels Yoongi starting to grind into him at an angle and choking as he hits that one sweet spot that drives Jimin crazy, cum leaking out of his hanging length underneath them both.

 “Yoongi, oh fu—Oh! Fuck.” He stutters, closing his eyes and pulling against Yoongi’s grip in his hair “Fuck, right there, right there, Yoongi, fuck me right there”

 The elder smirks and releases his grip Jimin’s hair, making the younger go completely boneless and curve over the back of the couch. With both hands on the young one’s hips, Yoongi’s thrusts become even rougher and harsher than before, making Jimin whine loudly.

 “What’s my name?” He grunts, a sweat breaking out down his temple.

 It takes Jimin a few seconds to process that he’s being asked a question, let alone a kind of question that he was expected to answer.

 “You’re... oh fuck me, yes” he slurs, trying to get a grip on the back rest and keep himself upright “You’re r-really... asking... m-me that... r-right n-now?”

 Yoongi tries not to laugh at how pathetic Jimin sounds, but the younger can feel the effect of his voice on Yoongi—laughter be damned.

 “Did you just...” he turns to look at Yoongi, eyes wide and unbelieving “Did you just get b-bigger?”

“I said” Yoongi smirked, thrusts hips paused, length completely enveloped in Jimin’s heat “What’s my fucking name?”

 He grinds into Jimin’s ass with every word, making the younger’s eyes roll back into his head once more. “Fuck...” he breathes “Yoongi, please”

 “Nope” Yoongi pulls out of Jimin completely, eliciting a whine before he expertly manoeuvres Jimin onto his back once more, Yoongi kneeling between his spread thighs as one hand works to get Jimin’s leg over his shoulder while the other founds its place on his neck, squeezing lightly. “What’s my fucking name?”

 Jimin can feel Yoongi’s length rub against his sore entrance, his body craving for the pain of the stretch and the foreign resident inside him.

 His eyes meet Yoongi’s, the soft brown darkening, almost black as Jimin smirks playfully. “Please” he whispers, struggling to breathe as Yoongi squeezes his throat “Daddy”

 At that, Yoongi surges forward, pressing Jimin’s knee to his chest as their mouths slot together. The hand previously holding the younger’s leg then lining Yoongi length to Jimin’s hole, making him moan into Yoongi’s mouth greedily.

 “That’s right” he says, lips just a breath away before he pushes them apart, hand still on Jimin’s throat as he begins to pound into him relentlessly.

 Yoongi loves listening to Jimin, he’s told the younger time and time again that he thinks he makes the prettiest sounds when he’s being fucked senseless. It’s why Jimin rarely ever holds back.

 Yoongi’s harsh pace sends him over the edge repeatedly, not caring at all about how loud he’s being, noise complaint be damned. Jimin’s at the point where he needs to breathe through his mouth like a dog because of how good everything feels, his tongue lolling out slightly as he tilts his head to the side to give Yoongi free reign of the bruised expansion of his neck.

 “Daddy” he chokes, struggling to speak with Yoongi’s hand on his throat “Daddy, g-gonna... oh! Gonna commeee”

 “Yeah? You gonna come all pretty for me?” Yoongi asks, panting slightly and his pace becoming sloppy as he himself nears the edge of bliss “Come for me, gorgeous”

 Jimin has half a mind to reach for Yoongi with shaky hands, pull him closer for a kiss before he’s shuddering out of control, strings of warm cum shooting onto his stomach and clinging to Yoongi’s skin where his meets Jimin’s.

 “So good, Daddy” he whimpers into Yoongi’s mouth, the elder’s thrusts becoming sloppier by the minute. “Are you close?”

 Jimin’s voice breaks as he speaks, the throws of ecstasy sending his body places he’d never figure he’d come to, his eyes rolling back into his head for what feels like the hundredth time that night. Yoongi feels like magic.

 “Almost, pretty” Yoongi pants, pushing himself up onto his knees as he continues to thrust into Jimin.

 Jimin scratches at his sides, looking for any kind of sensation that could distract him from the growing sensitivity that Yoongi is building into him.

 All of a sudden Yoongi pulls out, Jimin whines at the sudden repeat of emptiness despite his ass desperately needing a break from the rough treatment. He moves up Jimin’s body, straddling his chest as he cups his chin in one hand.

 “Open up those pretty lips for Daddy”

 Jimin obeys quietly, his eyes half-lidded, lips swollen and red. Yoongi lines his length up and rests it on the younger’s tongue, doe eyes looking up at him almost sleepily.

 “My pretty little fucktoy” Yoongi says gently before pushing in.

 Jimin works to relax his jaw and throat, his gag reflex no longer as sensitive as before. He watches Yoongi throw his head back as he thrusts into Jimin’s warm mouth, revelling in the softness of Jimin’s cheeks. Softened swears fall from the elder’s mouth, making Jimin hum in pride at how much of a mess he can make the latter.

 “Pretty, I’m close” Yoongi says, looking back down at Jimin “You gonna take my load like a good boy?”

 As an answer, Jimin swallows around the head of Yoongi’s head pressing up against the back of his throat, making him hiss.

 Jimin closes his eyes as Yoongi’s hands lace themselves into Jimin’s hair once more; tugging harshly as he begins to fuck the younger’s mouth. He struggles to hold his breath, resisting the urge to breathe in every time Yoongi hits his uvula.

 His hands raise to knead at Yoongi’s clothed thighs before he feels the elder’s grip tighten in his hair, warm liquid shooting down his throat. Jimin swallows obediently and quietly, listening to Yoongi’s shameless groan as he does.

 Jimin is finally able to breathe as Yoongi pulls out his slightly softened length, panting. He falls limp as Yoongi stands from his position, shucking off his jeans before making his way to what Jimin could only assume was the bathroom.

 He falls limp on the couch, body heat and sweat be damned. Jimin’s just about to fall asleep until he hears Yoongi re-enter the room, cracking his eyes open to watch him move.

 The elder was in nothing more than a pair of black boxers, wet cloth in hand as he makes his way to sit by Jimin’s side.

 Jimin preens at the attention he receives as Yoongi kisses him, the latter then moving to set one of Jimin’s legs on his lap as he presses the warm cloth against the puffed up entrance. The texture is rough against Jimin’s skin but the temperature is a welcomed sensation.

 “I want cuddles” he pouts, making baby hands at Yoongi as he finishes cleaning Jimin’s ass and torso free of cum. “Daddyy”

 He hears Yoongi scoff, the cloth discarded somewhere with the rest of their clothes before he’s told to move and make space, Yoongi tucking him into his side.

 “So needy”

 “So good” Jimin giggles “Probably our best one by far”

 He perches his chin on Yoongi’s chest, the elder raising an eyebrow at him “Better than the park?”

 “Okay, maybe a close second”

 Yoongi chuckles and Jimin absolutely loves the sound of it. He smiles at the man as he watches him reach for a cigarette off the little box on the coffee table, lying back down and making himself comfortable.

 He drifts in and out of consciousness to the steady rhythm of Yoongi’s breathing, not noticing the blanket that the older man tugs to cover them. When did he bring that in?

Jimin falls asleep like that, to the faint smell of nicotine and Yoongi kissing the top of his head as he whispers a small goodnight.

The sunlight filters through the curtains gently, the cold air of the night time still lingering around the apartment as Jimin slowly drifts into consciousness again. Soft bouts of pressure pressing into his skin in various places.

 Jimin hums appreciatively, Yoongi’s kisses making their way up his neck as he feels skin meet teeth.

 “Are you awake?” He hears Yoongi ask, voice deep and rough from just waking up as well. Jimin feels him lick a stripe up the side of his neck, sighing before taking a breath to ask the man what he thought he was doing so early in the morning. “Hard to sleep with such a tempting vixen lying on me, figured I’d make sure my signature lasts long.”

 It took Jimin a second to register what Yoongi meant by his signature and he soon realises that every spot he was sucking on Jimin’s neck and chest had existing marks from last night; Yoongi was re-darkening them.

 “If you keep this up, you’re going to have to deal with the repercussions” Jimin preens, teasing Yoongi.

 “Repercussions?” the latter chuckled, halting his ministrations as he took Jimin’s chin between his fingers, making the younger face him “Pretty, whatever happens is hardly going to be a repercussion”

 Jimin smiles, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s neck before pulling him in for a kiss.

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A/N

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Chapter Index

i - Bad Boy Friday

i - Good One Sunday

iii - That One From Work

iv - I Want Them All

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[worldly-diversity]

( @scrivend​ ) asked : malicious intent gleams within emerald depths. his head cocks to the side, as he scrutinizes the man encased in metal, just enough to irk the other with his obvious condescension. "Am I to be under the belief that you are a means of distracting me?" the god of mischief offers a long-suffering sigh. "And here I was hoping you mere humans would bow at my feet in open invitation to be ruled."  —  Loki & Tony

Alright so having these people walking around, with the powers and names of people from fucking Nordic myth, except they're basically aliens instead and really backwards? Yeah, not exactly his idea of a nice little weekend out. Tony had no issue taking the suit out for a ride, but he'd made it in the first place for… Well, let's not get into that.

Anyway, saving America, or even the world, because some alien nut-job wanted to take over the planet for literally no reason wasn't exactly something he'd had in mind when he'd made and then upgraded the Iron Man suit. And yet, here they are. And of course he can't just ignore the situation even if he wanted to, because those jackasses were set up on his tower. Come on, the audacity?!

"I seem to recall us mere humans kicking your ass before, reindeer games." Tony shook his head slightly, the faceplate receding into the helmet swiftly because he really was in no mood to demolish his penthouse any further. "But explain this to me for a bit, would ya?"

Tony stepped over to the bar, leaning against the counter after snapping up two glasses and a bottle of something good. "Drink?" He asked as he poured himself one, allowing the suit to recede above the waist into more of an exoskeleton. Doing anything mundane with the suit on was a nightmare honestly.

"What exactly is it about Earth that screams to you that we should wanna be ruled over? You've said yourself that we're pretty backwards compared to your Asgard, so where's the appeal? An entire race of people who doesn't give a damn about who you are or what you can do… We've got our own systems, and I can't imagine anyone regardless of their background would actually welcome some guy with bad taste in fashion to come lord over them."

Honestly it didn't make sense, but then megalomaniacs rarely did. Thing was, he didn't usually have to deal with those types, and the ones he had dealt with had easily discernible motives and actually attainable goals.

"Besides, if you'd have just seen how we function, I'm pretty sure you could've done it without the whole scary overlord approach which got every law enforcement on Earth on your ass." Tony certainly had mapped out how to go about it several ways before out of sheer boredom.

Loki was attractive, he'd give him that. Such an asset, along with charisma would get a man far in this day and age. And Loki? Well, legend calls him the silver tongue, doesn't it? It seems a waste for a guy supposed to be so smart and cunning, to take about as blunt a approach as Thor would have, and that's saying something.

"I mean seriously, why the whole going in guns blazing? Isn't your entire schtick supposed to be 'the smart and cunning one'?" And okay, Asgard apparently was full of jocks like Thor who focussed on the brute force aspect of pretty much everything, but every legend he's looked up on of Odin is a lot more diverse and sneaky than that. Honestly, these Northern Pantheon types are sneaky sons of bitches. The kind of people Tony could come to respect, if not for the whole alien invasion thing.

#scrivend #universe • marvel #inquiry • marvel #interactions • tony stark #answered #he rly went like ok i know im supposed to be distracting you but forget about that bc im curious xD

[harrysbubba]

Laundry

A/N: this goes from cute to absolute filth ;)

Summary:

* [Y/N] and Harry have some fun in the laundry room at 4am in the morning.

Warnings: pure smut

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“Shit.”

[Y/N]’s eyes snapped open, mind and body now fully awake and she remembered something she was supposed to do before she fell asleep. Peacefully resting beside her was Harry, his lips slightly parted and hair fallen over his face. [Y/N] gently rolled over to check the time – 4:03am. She groaned and felt that irritating irk of responsibility that she needed to take care of before the morning.

Tomorrow is her graduation and she had everything planned out carefully. Before falling asleep with Harry while watching a movie, she had thrown her outfit in the washing machine and was supposed to take it out and dry it once it was finished. Trying not to disturb Harry, she sits up then slowly makes her way off the bed. Harry stirs slightly as [Y/N] is putting on her shoes. His tired eyes are squinting at her as he props his body on the side of his arm.

         “What’re y’doin’ baby?” Harry asked her in a groggy voice and shifts his hair out of his eyes.

         “Left my clothes in the washing machine and need to go dry them so I’m gonna go do them now, go back to sleep.” [Y/N] said to him.

         “Now? It’s…four in the morning.” Harry looks over at the beside clock to check the time.

         “I know but I need them dry before six at least – takes a while.” She replied.

         “M’coming with you.” Harry pulls the warm blankets off his half naked body and slides into some grey sweatpants and chucks on his own Harry Styles merchandise black hoodie on.

         “What? No, it’s okay I can-“

         “M’not letting you go down to that dodgy laundry room by yourself.” Harry insisted.

[Y/N] huffed and just stopped there. There wasn’t any point in arguing with him and she didn’t really have the energy to. Taking her damp clothes in one hand, the two leave [Y/N]’s dorm and walk downstairs to the basement of the building. Harry was right – it was quite dodgy. There was no carpet on the floor except the cold grey concrete, no windows or sunlight, and one terrible light which dangled from the ceiling that made the entire room dim and eerie.

[Y/N] opens up the dryer, throws her clothes in before inserting a few coins then closing the lid and setting the timer. There was no point in going back upstairs, neither of them could be bothered anyways. [Y/N] hoists herself onto the clothes folding bench as Harry lazily walks over to her and stands between her legs. She wraps her arms around him as he does the same around her waist. The two of them stay like this for a bit, just soaking up each other’s comfort and warmth, and almost falling asleep again due to the humidity in the basement. With his hands still on her body Harry shifts himself so that he is able to steal a kiss from [Y/N].

         “Love you.” Harry sings out of nowhere.

         “I love you too.” [Y/N] replies with a laugh.

         “Look so pretty when you’re sleepy.” He comments and swipes a strand of her hair out of her eyes.

         “You’re such a sap Styles.” [Y/N] playfully nudges his shoulder with her hand.

         “Heeeey, don’t push me.” Harry whines like a child.

         “I swear your five years old.” [Y/N] rolls her eyes with smile on her face.

         “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Harry gasped. [Y/N] had a slight hint of innocence on her face, as Harry backs away from her and crosses his arms.

         “Nooo come back! You’re warm!” She cries.

Harry just stood his ground and turned his head the other way. The couple were always so childish together and thank god they could relate to each other as well because none of their friends understood any of their humour whatsoever. Just about every time they had a friend outing or a dinner, it would always be them two either minding their own business or on their own buzz. Nobody could really understand them, but that’s what made them jealous because they had a relationship like no other.

         “Nope, staying right where I am.” Harry huffed, readjusting his arms that were still crossed over his chest.

[Y/N] thought about how she could get him back over here and there was one protruding idea that miraculously popped up in her brain. However, it was risky. She didn’t know who might come down or if there were any security camera’s. But her eyes scanned all four corners of the room and there were no cameras to her satisfaction. So she decided to proceed with her idea, regardless of who might walk in even though it was four in the morning. She spread her legs a little bit wider than they were before, the hem of her pyjama shorts riding up her thigh as Harry took in a very strong notice.

         “Please baby.” [Y/N] whines at him

Harry just about went cold in the face when he realised what she was up to. Except he just stood there and allowed her to torture him like that. He intently watches her every single move, her hands shifting from resting on the sides of the bench to sliding down her body and into her shorts and in between her underwear. The situation was completely in [Y/N]’s hands and Harry still refrained himself from giving into her temptations. Her head leans back as she starts to rub small circles against her clit, swallowing hard as the pleasure slowly but gradually starts to build up.

To Harry, this particular state of [Y/N] urged him to go over to her, rip her panties off and take her right there and then. But Harry started to play this out to his advantage. Within the next few minutes, he knew that she would want him to touch her, knowing that her hands aren’t as good as his. Harry was able to work [Y/N] in ways that nobody had ever before. He knew her body like the back of his hand. But to turn the situation around, Harry stood there just watching and waiting for her to beg for him, only then, and if she was lucky, Harry would give in.  

[Y/N]’s breathing became heavier, uneven and a lot hotter. Harry’s name dripping from her lips quietly as she became painfully close to her orgasm. He became just as needy for her, growing harder in his pants had shown it.

         “Oh god – fuck.” [Y/N]’s breath hitched in her throat, the pleasure just about making her spill over the edge until she stopped suddenly.

         “Harry can you…” Trying to regain a stable breathing pattern back, [Y/N] can barely ask Harry for what she truly wants.

         “Can I what baby?” Harry teases her.

         “D-Do something please.” [Y/N] begs. There was a split second before he nearly caved into her request, until Harry came up with a brilliant idea.  

         “Got a better idea – hop off.” Harry says to her.

She trusts his method, jumps off the bench like Harry asked her to as she’s guided back over to the driers. His hands find [Y/N]’s waist, twirling her around as her back is pressed against the drier. Meanwhile Harry’s hot breath is wavering over her neck before he plunges his mouth straight over her skin. It’s a slight form of relief of her sexual frustration, but [Y/N] wanted way more than what Harry was giving to her. Caught up in the prominent thought of wanting Harry touch her badly, his hands dip from her waist to under her thighs, hoisting her up onto the rattling dryer. She was taken by surprise at Harry’s actions, but she gradually understood what he was trying to achieve.

The vibrations of the dryer rattled the lower half of [Y/N]’s body. It was a new sensation, but she learned quick to love it.

         “Now, what d’you want me to do kitten?” Harry asks [Y/N] intently, hands rubbing her thighs.

         “Want your mouth, please Harry.” [Y/N] pleaded for him.

         “Go’head take your shorts off f’me pet.” Harry instructed her.

She complies with his demand and slowly peels them off, leaving herself in just her panties. Harry just about drools over her because of how much he loved her body. Every square inch he wanted to kiss and love on even more the next day. [Y/N] places her shorts to the side and does the same with her worry about someone coming in. Using both of his hands, he pulls [Y/N] closer to the edge of the dryer, but not too much that she wasn’t able to feel the vibrations of the dryer.

As she’s close enough, Harry moves her hands from the small of her back, to her hips giving them a squeeze then slides her panties off. But before Harry wants to please his Missus, he plants more kisses on her neck, making his way across her jaw then meeting her soft lips. Slowly but surely, Harry moves on and succumbs to [Y/N]’s desires.

She props both of her hands behind her for support as Harry kisses her entrance. A hiss escapes her mouth as Harry licks one warm individual stripe up her slit. She hated being teased, but Harry could make it fun and exciting when needed. However at this given rate, [Y/N] just wanted to feel that sweet euphoric release.

Harry starts to become more consistent with his tongue, eating her out like he was deprived of it for weeks. The drier beneath [Y/N]’s body started to take its toll, aiding Harry to help her get to the absolute best orgasm possible. It’s constant vibration shooting through her as she could feel herself coming undone by the second.

         “Baby.” [Y/N] moans quietly, at first.

Harry breaks away momentarily, lifting up his index finger, slowly pushing it inside [Y/N] with ease. Her chest rises as her breath is hitched again, taken away by such a simple pleasure. After a few slow pumps Harry, brings his finger to his mouth and licks off her juices before inserting - now two fingers.

         “Oh my god - yes!” [Y/N] cries in pleasure.

He dips back down into her, flicking his tongue in all different directions over her clit and at the same time, fucking her with his fingers. Times like these is where [Y/N] was so grateful at how skilful Harry was with his mouth, and of course he had other talents that could make her scream.

         “What d’ya say pet?” Harry looks up at her, writhing tremendously on top of the dryer.

         “T-Thank you Harry.” She says breathlessly.

         “S’more like it, gonna make you feel so good princess.” Harry swears by what he says and [Y/N] knows from experience. If Harry says he going to make her cum hard - he will make her cum hard.

         “Fuck, Harry please I’m gonna cum!” She latches a fistful of Harrys curly hair as he relentlessly pumps his fingers in and out of her and licking over and over again on her clit.

          “Yes!” [Y/N] cries out one final time as her orgasm bubbles over.

[Y/N]’s thighs were shaking around Harry’s head, not showing her any mercy in stopping.  She cupped her mouth to restrain herself from screaming because that’s what her desire was. [Y/N] felt so overstimulated that it was rolling into another high, but her body could only take so much pleasure. Her body was rocked by a powerful surge of euphoria and bliss, as her silent orgasm came to a sweet end.

Harry slowly pumped his fingers to try and slow everything down for her. He knew she would’ve been pretty tired, so he detached himself from her before sucking on both of his fingers to get taste her. Still trembling on top of the dryer, the machine below her whirls and the mechanical ruckus dies down.

         “Oh...my god.” She pants in disbelief.

         “So pretty when you cum darling.” Harry grabs her panties from the other dryer, sliding the back up her legs followed by her shorts as she shimmies into them.

         “S’pecially on my face.” He added.

         “Haaarrrryyyyy.” She whines in embarrassment, covering her face with her hands.

         “S’true pet, not even gonna ask if you like the dryer.” Harry said with a smug look.

#Harry Styles #harry styles smut #liam payne #louis tomlinson #Niall Horan #Zayn Malik #one direction smut #one direction #5sos #5sos smut #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #calum hood

[charlatron]

Attack & Release - A Dragon Age Story

I'm new here, so no making fun of me.

This was my first ever attempt at writing...so please be nice.

More Dragon Age fics can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Charlatron/pseuds/Charlatron

It had been an insufferably long day, the events of which had once again lead to an argument about the dangers of magic and, more specifically, those who wielded it. She cursed her own ludicrousness for even having asked Fenris to tag along in the first place.

Anders had begged for her help finding evidence of some Templar pricks so called plan to turn the entire circle tranquil. She had thought it was ridiculous, but Anders was her friend and was clearly distressed. Rather than refuse and let him go it alone, likely getting himself killed in the process, she agreed to assist. And knowing how dangerous going up against Templar's could be, she feared she would need her elven warrior friend.

After almost 3 years of friendship his attitude still perplexed her. He loudly voiced his disdain for magic at every given opportunity, yet he remained loyal to an apostate. He protected her in battle and even trusted her with his own life, yet he continually criticized her choices when it came to helping anyone gifted with magic, regardless of circumstance.

The mission had gone as well as could be expected. Admittedly, Anders going full blown Justice at the end somewhat clouded their success, but she had managed to rein him in before anything truly disastrous happened. They saved an innocent mage from Maker only knows what kind of depravity, and got rid of a few corrupt Templar's in the process. Why couldn't he see that what she was doing was a good thing? He was so bitter and twisted and the very thought of his near constant contemptuousness for mage's made her blood boil.

She stormed in to her rented room at The Hanged Man to retrieve the book she had been meaning to gift him. If she didn't do it now she never would, she wasn't sure how much more of his insulting crap she could take, plus she hoped the kind gesture would make him feel foolish for being so cruel. Unfortunately for her she hadn't realized he'd followed suit. She span around, book in hand, crashing in to him head first.

“Fuck!” She pinched her nose in response to the pain as he muttered various expletives in Tevine whilst rubbing his wounded chin.

She chastised herself internally as she tried to suppress that same arousal she felt each time she heard that gravelly voice speak in its mother tongue.

“What is it Fenris!?” She threw the book on to the bed, deciding the moment had definitely passed. “As much as I love our riveting debates, which by the way tend to leave me feeling just a little bit shitty about myself, I am really not in the mood right now”.

He stared at her in silence, an unfathomable expression on his face; which irked her tremendously. For all her skill she had never been able to read this man; the one person she so desperately desired to understand above all others.

“Seriously Fenris, you need to leave or I will not be held accountable for my actions.” She warned him with a sinister tone, the tiniest sparks of lightening escaping her finger tips.

She balled her hands in to fists at her sides, hoping he wouldn't notice her losing control, but it was too late. He began to glow a brilliant blue and she felt her window to the fade slam shut. The fucker had cut her off! She lifted a hand in front of her, examining her palm and the now distinct lack of electricity. A wave of hysteria threatened to overtake her as she tried desperately to conjure an element; fire, ice, anything, but to no avail.

She looked up in to his eyes, a pained expression on her face. When all she saw was the flicker of a smug smile, she lost what little control remained. She grabbed a throwing knife from the desk behind her, launching it directly at him. He moved just in time so that instead of piercing his chest it only grazed his upper arm. He still winced though, much to her delight.

She stood completely still, hypnotised by the glistening crimson slowly snaking its way down his arm, beading off his elbow and melodically dripping on to the floor. The cut was deep.

She felt a sudden surge of mana, which told her he had relinquished his hold on her connection to the fade, instantly restoring her sanity in the process. She had never intended to wound him, not really. In truth she knew she hadn't thrown the knife fast enough that he wouldn't be able to dodge it. Surely he knew that too, he knew how skilled she was.

“You're bleeding.” She pointed out, trying to break the tension as her temper calmed.

He continued to stare, silently brooding.

“Here let me heal y...” She lifted a hand to direct a torrent of healing energy towards him but he jumped out of the way as though she were launching a fire ball at him, loudly protesting.

“Andraste's cunt, Fenris!” She shouted in surprise before her expression settled to one of concern. She exhaled loudly, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger, utterly offended. “Do you really think so little of me?”

She was sincerely hurt. She was used to him berating her at every opportunity but, honestly, she'd convinced herself it was all flirtatious banter. Right now she couldn't be less convinced. She turned away from him and pointed a finger towards the door.

“Just leave.” She said weakly, trying not to cry.

With two quick strides he was standing directly in front of her. He seized her by the arm with enough force that it would undoubtedly leave a bruise. He effortlessly tugged her towards him, forcing her in to an angry kiss. Even with his harsh handling of her, his lips were exquisitely soft and supple. His tongue forced it's way between her lips to assault her own, the recent shot of rum still blanketing his mouth with a delightful spice, and she was powerless to resist. He smelled of sandalwood and juniper and the heat radiated from him like a rage demon.

She abruptly regained her senses and attempted to push him away, unsuccessfully at first, but when she managed to slap a hand across his face he finally surrendered his hold on her. She took a few steps back to put some much needed distance between them, eying him incredulously while touching her lip where he had just bitten her.

She didn't know which urge was stronger; the one telling her to stab him in the neck or the one telling her to stop over-thinking things and fuck him already.

They seemed to read the intent in each others eyes and bounded towards each other, lips once again locking in a vehement embrace. She bit his lower lip until she tasted blood. He grabbed a handful of hair yanking her head backwards to expose the pale flesh of her neck, which he immediately set-upon with his teeth. He nibbled on her earlobe briefly before returning his mouth to her neck, roughly biting and sucking; clearly intent on leaving a mark.

She tried to push him away again, coming to her senses, but he refused to let go. She tried to pound on his chest but he held her so tightly against him that she didn't have enough space to gain any momentum. She tried to wriggle free but all that did was make her aware of the rock hard length pressing against her hip.

“Let go of me!” She spat, venomously.

He aggressively pushed her away, causing her to stumble before crashing in to the hard wall behind her.

“Why?” She demanded “You hate everything I stand for.” It was a question as much as a statement.

He closed his eyes and exhaled, as though the very sight of her repulsed him. “I try.” Was all he offered in response, through gritted teeth.

She looked at his face, trying to read his expression in the hopes that she could understand what the hell was happening. Was he so hard up that he was actually resorting to knocking boots with a mage of all people? This man was insanely beautiful, though equally irksome, and could undoubtedly convince any woman in this place to drop their knickers with nothing more than a glance in their direction. It was only then that she realized she had never actually seen him so much as look at another woman, in all the years they had been fighting together. Not once.

“Fuck it.” She eventually resolved, striding back towards him.

He ferociously returned her kiss and with all his strength ripped open the front of her robes in a violent display of dominance; they were completely ruined. She tugged at his trousers impatiently, just about managing to loosen the fastenings. He tore her small cloths clean off and pushed down his trousers just enough to free his now painfully aching erection. He forced her back against the wall, continuing to kiss her with a demonic intent and drawing her leg up to rest on his hip. She was positively dripping from arousal.

He grasped his shaft, ready to guide himself in to her, and with one fluid motion plunged in to her up to the hilt. She cried out in ecstasy as his enormous length filled and stretched her in the most satisfyingly sadistic way. He stayed completely still, savouring the feel of her while trying to steady his breathing. The lack of movement drove her wild with hunger. He began to withdraw, agonizingly slowly, then slammed back into her eliciting another embarrassingly loud moan.

His body was pressed so tightly against her own, yet it still wasn't close enough. She wanted to sink her fingers in to the flesh of his back, to feel the texture of his exposed muscle beneath her fingertips. She longed for their two bodies to meld in to one salacious beast.

Desperately needing to be deeper inside of her, he lifted the leg which resting against his hip higher still, hooking his elbow under her knee. Through brute strength he managed to do the same with the other leg so that he was completely supporting her weight.

This new angle of penetration was so exquisitely tender that she almost called out for him to stop. Biting down painfully on her own lip. She dug her fingernails in to the back of his neck with one hand, the other desperately clinging to his shoulder. She let out a primal moan with each withdrawal and intrusion.

He gripped on to the door frame to steady his hold on her, pinning her tightly between his own body and the cold wall. He breached her core over and over, harder each time. The obscene sound of slapping flesh reverberating off the walls.

Fearing an early end he urgently demanded she bite him to distract him from his fast approaching release, though this actually had the opposite effect. His ear being the closest thing to her mouth, she clamped down on the tip, causing him to pound in to her so hard that she was sure she'd be walking funny tomorrow.

As amazing as this was, she wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to endure this delectable agony. She tightened her muscles around his shaft, causing him to growl like a wild animal. He stayed pressed deep inside of her while she ground her hips against him as well as she could manage in this precarious position, rubbing herself against his pubic bone and quickly bringing herself to climax.

As she began to cry out, her head lolling backwards, he pulled out almost completely only to dart back in to her roughly, drawing out her loud orgasm. She remained clenched around him as his thrusts became erratic and desperate, until finally he reached his own end. He held her in place as he spilled his essence in to her, panting into the side of her neck.

Just as she began to regain her faculties, he slowly released her one leg at a time, but stayed tightly pressed against her. She was glad for the support, as she wasn't entirely sure her knees would be able to hold her weight just yet.

Taking advantage of his now free hands, he lazily explored her body. He gently swept his hands over her bare back underneath her torn robe, now slick with a pleasant perspiration, before bringing them to rest on her round hips. She lightly caressed the tip of his exposed ear, sending an obvious shiver down his spine.

Their breathing was almost back to normal now and she became aware of him inhaling her scent, his now damp forehead leaning against the curve of her neck where it had remained throughout this encounter.

Finally he stepped back a fraction, hissing quietly as he freed his slowly softening member and revealed his bewitching emerald eyes. There was no hate there, no repulsion, no disgust. Only a look that mirrored her own: Who are you?

He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her passionately, then pulled up his trousers and hastily exited the room, leaving her alone and confused in a ruined robe.

#dragon age smut #my first smut #my first fanfic #dragon age fanfic #broody fenris #dom fenris #wall sex #love/hate relationship #fenris x femhawke #fenris smut #hawke smut #mage hawke

[whitexblackrose]

Having one of my abusers contact me

Really? Oh for fuck’s sake. *

Saying this due to frustration, not because I’m having all manner of insanity going on in my head. Thankfully, this is just me going “I’m done” because of how pathetic this whole thing has become. This is basically the story of the chew toy fighting back and doggo being stunned only to try it again and again until death prevents them from trying.

It just shows an addiction to causing pain and manipulation.

Context: Ever wonder why I write unnerving sociopaths or villains in general? She is why. Having a stroke does not change a single thing. Which, by the way, freaked the hell out of me when it happened because a) this is one of two people that I’ve hexed and b) the medical misfortune happened on the anniversary of dad’s death - the day she started the abuse. I should also mention that the thing that killed dad was a stroke.

Very unsettling in any case regardless of belief system. 

I keep getting family members telling me to “forgive and forget” but that’s just a bunch of bullshit at this point to save face. I mean, that is the worst part of being raised a Christian - abusers get off under the “forgive and forget” creed as well as belittling the victim’s pain as a misunderstanding of intent.

Also, I have major issues with people who want to cause physical or emotional harm on others just for kicks or to make them feel like the pain they are feeling isn’t so bad. 

So, yeah, I am very pissed that she’s using the family card to try to squeeze back into my life as well as my branch of the family. At this point, it is obvious that she wants to see me dead. I’m no longer afraid or about to bow to her will and that irks her so much. Ignoring her only adds to her ire... and I am gladly sitting over here with my cuppa enjoying the fit that will very soon make her dirty laundry aired out in front of the whole family. Which includes they who are in control of who is in the will (and they already dislike her to some extent).

A fitting result of the kind of life she and her husband led. 

#personal #I am good #I'm frustrated but not going insane #this is actually amusing in a weird way