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lightasthesun · 5 months

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Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:

Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper

Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork

Stylus = Pen

Datapad = Tablet

Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone

Binders = Handcuffs

Chronometer = Clock

Spectacles = Eyeglasses

Chrono = Watch

Conservator = Refrigerator

Caf = Coffee

Nerfburger = Hamburger

Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)

Hubba chips = French Fries

Sweet roll = Doughnut

Flatcakes = Pancakes

Tabac = Tobacco

HoloNet = World Wide Web

Holovision/HoloTV = Television

Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos

Holocamera/Holocam = Camera

Holomap = three-dimensional map

Holojournal = Newspaper

Holocube = Picture frame

Holotable = Projector

Holoscanner = X-ray machine

Holojournalist = Reporter

Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph

Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation

Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom

Sonic Bath = Bath

Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower

Hydrospanner = Wrench

Hydro Flask = Water Bottle

Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries

Authorization Chip = Decryption key

Datatape = Disk

Datastick = Flash drive

(Personal) Com Code = Phone number

Datachip = SD Card

Synthflesh = Synthetic skin

Glowrod = Flashlight

Sparkstick = Match

Slugthrower = Gun

Slug = Bullet

Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)

Rangefinder = Rifle scope

Turbolaser = Cannon

Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear

Electro Staff = Stun baton

Blaster = Pistol/Rifle

Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser

Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car

Turbolift = Elevator

Slideramp = Escalator

Starfighter = Fighter jet

Rotorcraft = Helicopter

Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack

Speeder Bike = Motorcycle

Skylane = Traffic lane

Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train

Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair

Windscreen = Windshield

Podracing = Car racing

Dejarik = Chess

Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined

Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator

B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons

Jizz = Jazz music

Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)

Cantina = Bar or Pup

Para Sailing = Paragliding

Aurebesh = Alphabet

Credits = Money

Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll

Naming Day = Birthday

Youngling = Child

Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English

Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit

Hypo = Syringe

Medic/Healer = Doctor

Medcenter = Hospital

Bactapatch = Bandaid

Nanoweave = Fabric

Transparisteel = Glass

Plastifoam = Packing material

Durasteel = Steel

Plasteel = Plastic

Duracrete = Concrete

Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)

Identikit = Passport

Minder = Therapist

Synthleather = Vinyl

Viewport = Window

Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning

Honeydarter = Bee

Slythmonger = Drugdealer

Spice = Drugs

Stimpill = Caffeine pill

Power Socket = Plug

Cutters = Scissors

Cycle = Day

Standard Cycle = 24h

Standard Week = 5 days

Standard Month = 35 standard days

Standard Year = approx. ten months

Tenday = literally ten days

Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes

Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'

Parsec = a unit of distance

Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid

Separatist = Seppie

Promise Ring = Wedding Ring

Body Glove = Jumpsuit

Slicksuit = Wet suit

Civvies = Civilian clothing

Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation

Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed

Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine

Glareshades = Sunglasses

Gasser = Gas Oven

Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects

Heating unit = Heater

Utility Droid = Roomba

Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet

Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper

Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person

Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense

Blast! = word of exclamation

Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance

Blaster-brained = dimwitted

Blaster fodder = cannon fodder

Blast off = Piss off

Brainless = Stupid

Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians

Forceforsaken = godforsaken

Full of Poodoo = full of shit

Poodoo = Shit

Kriff = Fuck

Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi

Kark = derogatory expletive

Larty = LAAT/i gunship

Laserbrain = insult

Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers

Redrobes = Palpatines guard

Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper

Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels

Sharpie = Sharp-witted

Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive

Sleemo = Slimeball

Son of a bantha = insult

Wizard! = Cool

Spaced = dead

Hutt-spawn = Bastard

Karabast = exclamation of dismay

Stang = Crap

Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers

Bucket = Helmet

Nat-born = Natural Born

Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that

Droid poppers = EMP grenade

Sitrep = short for situation report

Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system

Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.

Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.

Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb

Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier

Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments

Phrases:

Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase

That's bantha shit = that's bullshit

As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy

Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts

Cut the poodoo = cut the crap

to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something

Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god

Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise

Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief

What in the blue blazes = exclamation

When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely

Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off

Blast it = damn it

By the maker = exclamation of surprise

Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief

Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'

Sod it = expression of frustration

#shitpost incoming #I'm converting my friend into a star wars fan so I thought why not make a dictionary for every new fic reader lmao #star wars #writing star wars #star wars languages #star wars lore #im definitely missing some but these are words I've seen most commonly used in fanfic #userlumi #writing star wars fic #aurebesh #galactic basic Standard #as long as one person finds this post helpful it was worth it #youre all welcome to add to it #im stopping now coz otherwise I'mma clog the dash

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mommypieck · 6 months

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⌗︙・more stoner megumi ⸜⸜・

you wanted more stoner megumi, im gonna give you more stoner megumi.

"did you smoke my last stash?" megumi asks you, pacing around your room. you can't help but to roll your eyes at him, you would never smoke without him.

"no, you know i wouldn't." you tell him, turning onto your back on the bed. you can feel your panties getting damper and wetter as you watch megumi look around the room with nothing but boxers on and a blunt in his mouth.

"im horny, gumi. come here." you whine, fingers sliding under the elastic of your panties to touch yourself. it's true, you're practically soaked.

megumi turns to look at you when he hears the squelching noises. he gives you a 'are you serious?' look before going back to looking.

you pull your panties down, giggling when the cold air hits your pussy. your fingers circle around the opening before diving right in. you fingerfucking yourself on the bed is what makes megumi stop.

"you're such a slut." he chuckles, he kneels on the bed next to you to give you a kiss. the smell of weed hits your nose and you can even taste it on his tongue. it's addicting.

"you're always busy with smoking and you never make time for me." you pout. he imitates your pout before asking, "what you want me to put you in my mouth?"

you answer him by opening your legs wide for him, motioning for him to get in between.

he circles your clit with his thumb before taking another hit from the blunt. you want to whine but he shushes you by blowing the smoke right on your pussy. he kisses your clit gently, some on the smoke still in his mouth. right now, he has two of his favorite things: weed and your pussy.

megumi rests his head on your thigh, tongue sloppily licking at your juices. his eyes are half lidded and he look passionate. he makes out with your pussy for a while before taking another hit. you feel the smoke on your pussy again, making your arch your back. his mouth sucks on your clit and hhe flattens his tongue so that he can taste your juices at the same time.

"you taste and smell so good." he moans, the vibrations resonating all over your cunt.

"better than weed?" you ask him in between whines, feeling his smile into your pussy at the question.

"i am addicted to both of you." he gives your the blunt he's been holding before throwing your legs on his shoulders. he grabs you by your waist until the bottom half of your body is in the air. that's when he dives into your pussy again. this time more roughly. he nips and sucks on your pussy, your juices covering his chin. he looks absolutely pussy starved. he takes moments to breathe and lick his lips before another series of torture with his tongue.

"you gonna cum?" he asks you, looking you straight in the eyes. you nod your head as you take a puff from the blunt, blowing it to megumi's direction. he smiles at you but turns his attention to your pussy again. it doesn't take long for him to make you cum undone on his tongue. you moan and whine as your juices spill on his tongue.

he puts you down, laying next to you and taking the blunt from you.

you snort, "the weed is still on your mind but what about you gimme a kiss?"

"i will kiss you, don't worry, but now i need your pretty kissable lips around my cock."

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #megumi smut #megumi fushiguro smut #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x y/n #megumi fushiguro x you

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lailaenterprise25 · 2 years

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4Pcs/lot Anti Vibration Feet Pads Rubber Legs Slipstop Silent Skid Raiser Mat Washing Machine Support Dampers Stand

#Washing Machine Support Dampers Stand #lot Anti Vibration Feet Pads #Slipstop Silent Skid Raiser Mat

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writing-wh0re · 5 months

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♥ pairing: toji, gojo, geto & Nanami

♥ summary: “The JJk men and the songs they like to rail you to”

♥ warnings: smuty 18+ blurbs, oral (male and female), unprotected sex, praise kink (you should know me by now), missonary, cowgirl, blowjob and pussy eating. Petnames; Princess, Baby, Babygirl. Just a small snippet of smut for your wednesday.

♥ wc: 741

♥ masterlist

♥ Toji - All Eyes On You

Toji loves the rhythm this song provides him. He also loves the memory of first hearing this song with your body pressed against him in the club. Your ass grinding against him, his hands on your hips and lips pressed to your neck, feeling the vibrations of you singing the words on the dance floor.

A small smirk crosses his face at the memory, his mind focusing back on the present, you sprawled out under him. Wonton moans falling from your lips as his cock slips in and out of your tight cunt. This is a view he would never tire of, your lips parted, hair covering the comforter, eyes squeezed shut, every now and again making eye contact with him as he slips deeper inside of you.

“You take me so well princess.”

You simply moan in response, your nails dragging down his defined chest, a hiss in pleasure falling from his lips. He bends down, sliding his arms under your back, pulling you closer to him. His hands wrapping around your shoulders as his lips fall to your ear;

“But my eyes on you.” Toji whispers the lyrics before moaning in your ear low, causing your pussy to tighten around his cock.

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♥ Gojo: Some kind of drug

You surprised Gojo with this song, you wanted to ride him with a beat, something to rock your hips to.

He wasn’t going to complain.

“Satoru.” You whine, your nails digging into his chest as he thrusts his hips up into yours impatiently, struggling to give up control to you.

“Fuck baby, look at you.”

Heat creeps up your face, your hips rocking to the beat, head thrown back as moans pour from your lips.

“So big.”

“Mm, but you can take it baby, show me how good it is.”

You move your hands, placing them behind you, resting on his thighs. You lift your hips slightly, swirling them while bouncing on his cock. Your tits bounce and the sound of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy fills the air, accompanying the lyrics of the song.

Satoru runs his hands up and down your thighs before one settles around your hip. The other between your folds, circling your clit in slow almost teasing circles. A chuckle leaves his lips as your pussy tightens around him.

“Such a good girl.”

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♥ Geto - Church

You rested on your knees in front of Geto, your tongue dragging up and down his cock. His fingers were tracing through your hair, holding the strands within a makeshift ponytail.

“Be a good girl and listen.” Suguru whispers, leaning back on the bed, using his hand to guide your mouth on his cock.

‘Stay on the ground until your knees hurt’ sang through the air, a moan vibrating around your throat as you took Geto deeper. His chest rose and fell with each moan, his fingers scratching against your scalp, pulling every now and again.

You wrap your spare hand around the base of his dick, pumping what can’t fit into your mouth. Your gags and harsh breathing fills the air, your eyes begin to water as you take him deeper.

“Yes babygirl, fuck.”

The more he moans for you, the damper your panties grow, a slight slickness forming on your thighs. You want nothing more than to continue to suck his cock, pulling each and every sound past his parted lips.

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♥ Nanami - Agora Hills

Your fingers rake through Kento’s hair, his tongue swirling around your clit, sucking on the slick bundle of nerves.

“Ken, yes.” You whisper, his moans vibrating against your core. His tongue dragging up and down your pussy, flicking to the rhythm. He slips a finger inside of you, sliding the digit in and out of your velvet walls. Softly he added a second, stretching you, his tongue never leaving your clit.

His free hand reaches up your body, locking his fingers with yours as the song sings;

‘Put a rock on her hand.’

His eyes lock with yours as a chorus of moans pour from your lips. His fingers speed up, his tongue flicking against your clit faster. Your fingers pull on the strands of his hair, watching his hips grind into the bed softly, providing himself with pleasure.

“Don’t stop.” Your back arches off the comforter, your eyes roll back and your legs tense.

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beansricejc · 3 months

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THE CLIENT - John Wick x F!Reader

my masterlist.

synopsis: you go to some extreme measures to make sure you get your rent paid on time.

⚠️ warnings ⚠️: DUB/NON con, s3x work, cursing, sugar daddycore, implied violence, brief descriptions of violence, misleading job descriptions, good & bad name calling, chasing, financial / emotional manipulation, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! MINORS DNI! 4379 words.

author’s note: I am so sorry about not being active, I’ve been meaning to take this off of the back burner for some time now. If you follow me you probably have noticed that this is based off of a short blurb I uploaded a few months ago. I’ve been avoiding writing because of several anon hate messages I’ve gotten about Fake It, and it put a huge damper on my writing process. but I’m back and I hope you all enjoy!

This economy is shit.

That's the sentence you continue to repeat in your brain. Should you have to work more than your full time accounting job at that stupidly high skyscraper downtown? Absolutely not, but your rent was bumped up by 15%, and a mere 40 hour work week won’t cut it anymore.

“Can you work nights?” The temp agent asks from across his desk. The florescent lights of his office (that is desperately in need of an update) are giving you a headache. The pot of coffee on the table in the corner is starting to burn.

“Yeah. Anytime after 6.” You quickly answer, your leg that’s crossed on top of the other is bouncing. The worker nods his head and clacks his vintage looking keyboard in front of his computer monitor.

The thick silence in this small space might kill you.

The worker’s eyes squint at his screen, before they trail back to you, seeming to give your face and your body a look over.

“Do you have any experience with housekeeping?” The worker asks, which makes your head tilt. Your printed and slightly crumpled resume is right there in front of him. Idiot.

“I mean, not houses, but when I worked retail I would have to clean the store from time to time.” You tell him and raise your eyebrows.

He nods and continues to stare at you. Creep.

“There’s an opening for a private housekeeper gig a bit north. You wouldn’t be tied to an agency, the client would pay you directly.” The man informs you. “Can, can I just do one thing first? Usually our employers, uh, they typically request pictures of their applicants.” The temp agent stammers and grabs his smartphone from his desk drawer. “Let me just…”

You don’t have any time to decline, since the flash is already going off in your direction.

“Uh- I’ve never heard of anything like that.” you question while the man types on his phone.

“Have you been employed through a temp agency before?”

“Well, not exact-“

“Then clearly you’re unfamiliar with how this works.” He interjects before setting the device down. “The pay is very good, although the employer hasn’t told me specifics. 3 nights a week after 6:30. 3 to 4 hour shifts. Does that work?” the worker asks and pushes up his glasses.

You feel a bit dumbfounded, and you have a strange suspicion that this man is gaslighting the hell out of you. But what can you do? You’re about to be 3 weeks late on rent.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You mumble out.

It wasn’t fine. You hate the fact that instead of being able to snuggle up with your dog and watch reruns of New Girl, you have to pick up a second job.

“Great. I’ll have him give you a call.” was the last thing the man told you before you left the building. Secretly, you hope whoever this ‘employer’ is, they just forget about contacting you.

Hours later, you’re putting groceries into your fridge when your phone starts to vibrate in your pocket. You answer of course.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this, uh…” a deep male voice on the other line asks, accidentally mispronouncing your first name. Chuckling, you quickly correct him. “My mistake, forgive me. Ah, I heard you’re looking for a job?”

Your eyes bulge and you suddenly straighten up as if the man is having a face to face conversation with you. There was no way he was already calling you! Totally unprepared, you cleared your dry throat.

“Yeah, yep, that’s me.” you answer his question. His voice is so sultry. The man is clearly older than you, and it’s clear that he thinks before he speaks.

“Perfect. Pay is 1200 an hour, and if you swing by around 6:45 tomorrow that would be great. Can I email you my address?” The man offers online. You frown and choke on the water you were sipping.

“Woah, woah, excuse me. You said… 1200 an hour?” You repeat his payment offer.

“Yeah, is that a problem? All in cash.”

You almost have a heart attack.

“Nope, nope no problem at all.”

“Excellent. And, by the way, wear something, comfortable.” He says over the phone. You frown.

“Comfortable?” You question.

“Yeah. Comfortable.” He replies.

In hindsight you should have thought this through. You should have seen this coming, since men are disappointing and so vile. And you even know that you’re an idiot for agreeing.

So you do, and end the call.

6:45 comes faster than you thought it would. Your finger presses the door bell, and as you look around the neighborhood he’s in, the only thing you can think of? This dude is in a completely different tax bracket than you.

As for the comfortable clothing, you opted for some leggings and a long sleeve tee shirt that accidentally accentuates your waist and chest. You didn’t think anything of it. Did you think $1200 an hour was a bit off? Totally. But the guy was probably desperate for someone to clean this enormous house up.

You’re completely wrong.

The large door creaks open, and you come to face a man, middle aged, with long dark hair that seems to be tied in the back. A man bun? Really. You don’t say anything about it. Instead you smile and give the classic:

“Hi! You had a cleaning scheduled for 6:45?”

The words are bubbly and of course higher pitched. Like any customer service job, you’ve trained yourself to fake a smile and a friendly voice.

His rugged features surprise you. The way his jaw clenched and unclenched, his dark beard that grows on his face. The way his thin brown eyes trace over your body as he pressed his lips together. As if you were on display, only for him.

You couldn’t deny that he was handsome. But you’re not here for that. You’re here to work.

Are you?

“Yeah, you’ll do.” The man nods and allows you to enter his domain.

What the fuck did that mean? You don’t allow him to see the way your eyebrows scrunch up at his remark.

His house that reeks of modern contemporary architecture, the bachelor pad vibes were insane in this place. Regardless, the home seemed almost empty, even though it wasn’t. The vast size of it makes it so every little noise is able to bounce off the walls.

“Do you want something to drink?” Your new boss asks. He looks down at you with little to no expression on his handsome features. Despite the lack of emotion, a tinge of determination lingers in his narrowed brown eyes. “Call me John, by the way. Mister Wick will make me feel like a senior citizen.”

You just laugh. He already knows your name. Of course he does, why didn’t you expect otherwise? That temp agency definitely gave it to him.

“John it is.” You test out the name on your tongue; the simplicity of it is so right for him.

But something doesn’t sit right with you. It’s as if your body is subconsciously ringing all of the woman alarms that you should listen to.

Oh but you could use the cash! It’s the uneasy pit in your gut that churns and twists, attempting to pry yourself out of the situation.

Of course you ignore it.

“Right. So. There’s this particular spot I need help cleaning.” John’s hand guided you by the small of your back, you didn’t even notice how close he was standing to you. As if John were nothing but a ghost in the wind.

He leads you right in the living room, where a large crimson stain has set itself into the oak flooring. Your eyes widen, instinctively backing away, forgetting that John was directly behind you. Your shorter body runs into his, and he sets his strong hands on your shoulders.

Oh my god. A serial killer hired you. Or at least a murderer. The sheer size of the blood stain definitely was a fatal amount to lose. It’s as if someone had taken a liter of blood and dumped it onto his expensive flooring.

“I’m sure you can understand why this is such a lucrative deal, right?” John’s voice rumbled into your right ear. Chills trickle down your spine, caused simply from his touch and his murmur. But this is bad. You need to leave. You can’t just clean up murder messes for a living!

“I, I don’t know if I can-“

“Oh I know you can. Say, are you a good multi-tasker?” John asked, his grip on your shoulders becoming a bit tighter. It feels possessive almost. You should have listened to your woman warnings your body gave you.

Your canine teeth dig into your soft tongue.

“I mean, yeah.” You squeak out to answer the man who’s paying you. A throaty laugh leaves his mouth.

“Oh, good to hear.”

The scent of his cologne enters your nose. Tobacco, ginger, cocoa even. It’s intoxicating, the way his smell lingers in the air; and how it’ll imprint itself onto your own clothes and skin. You can’t let this man’s Dior Sauvage distract you from getting the fuck out of this house.

“Listen, I don’t-“

“2156, 45rd Avenue. Apartment 5. Right?” John suddenly asks. Those chills that ran down your spine seem to be more sinister than you initially realized. You turn around and glare up at him.

“How do you know that?” You immediately question him with a brash voice.

John lets out a deep chuckle, his handsome smile is so stupid. You don’t want to be attracted to him.

“You should take the job. I could buy your building, your rent could go down significantly.” John smirked down at your trembling form. “But, I’ll need you to be good at more than just cleaning.” His voice grumbles into your ear. His hot breath sticks to your neck. His voice is deep and almost off putting, in a good way. God the way he speaks. The way he looks you over with those pretty brown eyes.

Your mouth lets out a gasp as you suddenly feel his large hand reach around and grab one of your breasts. His unwanted touch feels like fire against your clothing. Your body tries to squirm.

“Shh, dear, let me touch you. I like it more if there’s less of a reaction.” John whispered, you feel his erection grow as he presses his groin into your ass.

“Woah, WOAH!” You yell, shoving him away. Surprisingly he backs away, with his hands in the air. There’s a smirk that plays on his rugged face, as he bites his tongue and lets his eyes devour your body.

“Really? You want to refuse me? Do you know who I am, little girl?” John chuckled, taking a few steps forward.

“You know what? I think I’m good on the job, you’re a fucking weirdo.” Is all you have to say to that. His rugged face has the meanest scowl you have ever seen in your life.

The tension in the air is so uncomfortable, and you want to punch yourself for not listening to your gut. The churning. The accelerated heart rate.

This was all wrong, that creepy temp agent had set you up with some gig that was clearly not legitimate in the slightest, of course it was too good to be true. Men only want one thing, and you don’t know how you didn’t manage to connect the dots.

You grimace at the thought of what he just did to you as your legs sprint towards the door.

“Not so fast, little one.” John growls, it seems he’s got you pinned against his entryway door. Your face is pressed against the wood, and you cry out in pain from the abrupt slam of your body.

“What if I bought your apartment building, and raised your rent? That’s why you have this job, right? That’s why a pretty thing like you waltzed into that temp agency and expected some help. God, I’m glad that agent sent me a picture. Do you know how much I came looking at your confused face?” John huffs out, biting his lip and moaning at the thought. His brown eyes roll to the back of his head for a split second as he recalls the orgasm he had, just thinking about you.

When he was hunched over in his shower, canines digging cuts into his bottom lip and drawing blood as John fucked into his balled up fist. When he whimpered your name like a pathetic needy bitch, the noise bouncing off of the bathroom walls to remind him of what a sick piece of shit he is. The mere idea of him taking advantage of a woman in a predicament like this made his balls ache in excitement. His toes would curl on the wet bathtub floor just imagining you being his good little fuck toy.

The ragged tone in his breath and voice make John sound desperate, deprived even.

“God I want you to swallow my cum so bad, I bet you’d look like a good girl, taking me in your mouth, huh? You wanna swallow daddy’s load?”

You elbow him right in the chest, but fall to the wooden floor while you do so. Too bad you’ve always been a clumsy bitch.

You groan as the pain shoots up your spine. And you panic. This absolute dilf of a man was a freak! And by the looks of all of that blood on his floor, a monster. A serial killer maybe! What the fuck was the point of listening to all of those podcasts if you didn’t take the god damn hints John had shown several times?!

John doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist, lifting you up as you kick, scream, struggle, he even gives your left asscheek a swift smack just for fun. You let out a yelp.

“Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to go into the other room, and I’m going to buy your building. All I have to do is make a call. And you, cutie, get to make a decision.” John chuckled. “You leave, and I’ll have a group of men take out all of your shit from your place; and replace your doorknobs. Or,” John grabs your waist, your hand swats him away as you give him a glare. John sighs and gives you a smile, ruffling your hair with his large hand. “Or you let me have my way with you; while you clean up my little mess. And you won’t have to worry about paying a thing ever again.” John whispers. The man takes a step back, biting his lip at the sight of you being scared of him, before leaving and going into the other room.

You groan, tears brim your eyes as you contemplate your choices. Seeing the vast wealth displayed by just his household furnishings, you figured he wasn’t bluffing. The sting from holding back the cry hurts like a bitch, realizing you have no choice in the matter.

“God dammit.” You mumble, grabbing the cleaning supplies. You can’t help but wonder how the hell this much blood got on this asshole’s floor anyhow. Maybe you didn’t want to know. Either way, baking soda would do the trick here; with some water and dishwasher fluid.

So you get to work, scrubbing and finishing away the blood stain from the wooden floor. It wasn’t nearly as easy as it sounded.

Your stomach churned as you hear him approaching, his Oxford shoes clicking on the ground.

“Oh, good girl.” John snickered from above, you looked up at him with an icy stare, only to see something you certainly didn’t expect.

John and his hand, expertly stroking his hard cock to the sight of you cleaning.

John’s a good size. Bigger than average. Not something straight out of some unrealistic porn video online. The 7 inch long and slightly girthy dick in his grasp twitched, while it dripped precum from the pink shaded tip.

You start to feel something stir in you. This is wrong. You know it’s wrong. But fuck. His lip bite, the way he stroked himself to the sight of you, it’s not like he was ugly or anything. Quite the opposite.

He’s everything every woman dreams about in a man. Dark, brooding, with chiselled features and a symmetrical face. His olive skinned forehead is slick with sweat, definitely from being all hot and bothered at the sight of lil’ ol’ you.

Realistically, there could be worse out there to have fuck you.

“No no, little one. Keep cleaning,” John takes in a sharp breath. “Don’t mind me. Just pretend that this is normal, don’t be distracted. This will be your new normal. You’ll do various tasks around my house, and you let me touch you however I want.”

Now despite what your brain is telling you, the churning in your stomach drifts into butterflies. This isn’t right. In fact, it’s fucking vile. But why is your breath caught in your throat? Why does your head feel like it’s spinning?

You’re too much in your head at the moment, and you don’t notice the sound of a switchblade opening. With one quick motion, you can feel your leggings slice open. Before you have time to gasp, next comes your thong, he’s cutting the fabric and peeling it from your body.

John pressed the soaked cloth to his large nose, taking in a deep breath to get a whiff of your essence. Chills run down his spine as he grows even harder, your pure femininity smells absolutely divine to him.

“Oh you’re so wet for me, you like this, don’t you? You bad fucking girl,” he laughs. Your yelp escaped your dry lips as one of his long fingers swiped your moist entrance, pushing one in to test the waters. Your soft grunt of surprise and disdain covers your pleasure as you continue to try to clean up this stupid blood stain on the wooden floor.

You have to wonder, what the fuck happened here? Your mind goes haywire, imagining the man behind you potentially taking a life in the very spot that you’re in. How did he do it? A gunshot wound? Cutting someone’s throat? Torture? Tying them up by their feet to hang upside down, only to stab their jugular and letting gravity do its job? And why exactly are you thinking of it while John adds another finger, pumping the long calloused digits into your soaking cunt.

You catch yourself backing up against him, moaning a bit as you bite your lip to punish yourself for it. You’re not supposed to like this! What the fuck are you doing?

A suit jacket is tossed aside out of the corner of your eye, as a deep throaty chuckle echoes from the walls of his large house.

“Oh? So I’m right. You do like it.” John chuckles, pulling his fingers out. You let out a whine, almost angry that he would stop fingering you all of a sudden. John slaps your folds with the tip of his cock just for fun.

Your whine is replaced with a sharp squeal, his large hands grip the roots of your messy hair, pulling your head back as his fat tip eases into your pussy. The burn of your head and the burn of his dick throws you in a loop, especially at the sight of John.

John. This perverted, sick and despicable example of a human being, who’s eyes look so soft as he inches in and out of you. There’s a wicked smirk on his face when your eyes shoot to his lips, nothing that the cut up remains of your thong are in his mouth.

And you’re not sure if it’s hot or nasty. The obscene view of him damn near chewing on your underwear has you… well, fucked up. But it’s the way he begins to snap his hips against your ass that makes you forget about it. The other hand whacks your right asscheek, earning another yelp from you.

“You’re a fucking pig!” you sputter out, trying your best to show absolutely revulsion to the way he’s fucking you.

John can see through you like a piece of cling wrap.

You’re not making any progress in cleaning the blood stain, as he thrusts harder into you. You mew loudly while he takes his hand in your hair and instead presses your pretty little face into the floor. Your cheeks and nose throb as scratches embed themselves into your skin, as if you hardly notice. The way John’s cock feels as he has his way with your fluttering cunt is too good to even put into words. You have to remind yourself to breathe while he speaks to you.

“Fuck, you take me so well, princess. I didn’t take you for a good little slut, who’s my slut?”

Gritting your teeth, his tip brushed your cervix, and that will certainly give you an aching feeling tomorrow. You don’t want to admit anything to this monster. But his fist tightens at the roots of your hair, sending pain down your scalp right as his other hand reaches your clit and draws quick circles on it.

“I asked you something, sweetheart. Now fucking answer me.”

“I’m your slut! I’m your slut!” You repeat out, shame fills your belly as you give in to John’s desires, and he giggles in return.

“What an obedient girl you are.” John praises, his thrusts become slower, more passionate even, as if he’s rewarding you for answering him. Somehow, the slower and more sensual movement of his dick feels even better, especially with John incorporating those finger movements on your clit.

“Stop fuckin’ cleanin’, you’re doing a shit job anyway.” John grunts, swatting the brush out of your tiny hands and flipping your body over like a ragdoll. I mean, he’s not wrong, he just doesn’t have to be a dick about it.

“You think you can take me? You’ve been doin’ a good job so far. Better than cleaning, you got a talent for letting me fuck you like this.” John’s words are almost garbled and incoherent but you’re too afraid to shake your head. Before you can even respond, he shoves your cut up panties into your mouth, covering your lips with those calloused large hands, much to your dismay.

You muffle loudly, an attempted “What the fuck?!”, but he only snickered before pumping his cock back into your cunt, lifting your legs so your ankles could have resembled earmuffs on him. Your eyes roll back. He’s so fucking deep, John’s hand moved from your mouth to your throat, restricting your oxygen intake by squeezing as he fucks into you. Using you as his little play thing. Your sticky sweat coated flesh smacks against another, sending the sound throughout the house, along with your softened moans and whimpers.

“Your cunt belongs to me. Got it, bitch?” John asks, these things he is saying to you are fucking terrible, but you can’t help but be excited when they come out. You nod and bite down on what used to be your thong as he continued to rub your wet nub and fuck you hard. Your sharp fingernails dub themselves into his bare thighs, which will definitely leave marks later.

John hisses, but continues plowing into you nonetheless.

“Cum for me. Do it before I change my mind.” John ordered. Say less.

He didn’t have to ask you twice. While your eyes cross, your pussy pulses around his dick, as you become undone under him. Your walls flutter and you whimper loudly, your climax unraveling and finally giving you that oh so satisfying release. John grunts over you.

“That’s it, cum for me, who’s making you cum?” He asks.

“You are! Shit- you are, John,” you mumble into your underwear as your cock drunk state leaves you unable to adjust your body.

John laughs at your undoing, pulling your thong out of your teeth and slipping out of your cunt. It doesn’t take long for him to use his immense strength to lift you up onto your knees, as he gives his slick cock a few jerks with his hand.

“Open.”

In a state of euphoria, you don’t question the man who just gave you a mind blowing orgasm. Your lips part, and he bites his lip as the tip of his dick reached the back of your throat. Your eyes widen as he moans, fingers gripping into your hair once more as he fucks into your mouth a bit more. It doesn’t take long before he climaxed, spurts of cum that you’re forced to take and swallow, like the naive little thing you are.

The things a girl will do to make sure rent is paid in full.

The next few days are certainly something. There are scratches on your face and some light bruising here and there on your body from your, ahem, shift, with John the other night. A male coworker even asked if you had a sprained ankle or something from the way you were walking into the office the next morning.

How embarrassing.

And now you find yourself, checking your mail and getting your rent bill in for the upcoming month. You roll your eyes, tearing the envelope open as your little dog jumps up on your leg, excited that you have arrived home. You aimlessly scratch his head, setting the invoice on your kitchen counter before feeding your pet a scoop of food, and grabbing the checkbook.

It’s almost like it slipped your mind that John had actually acquired your apartment building.

John does many things, but he doesn’t bluff.

Your eyes scan the piece of paper as it hits you like a brick.

Thank you for your business. Please send your payment of: $0.00 by March 1st, 2024.

What the fuck?

The stack of a few thousand dollars stares at you from your desk, and you swallow the lump in your throat. Your mouth dries up when the words in scribbled writing at the bottom read:

See you next week, pretty girl.

xoxo, J.

#john wick #jw #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n #john wick x you #keanu reeves #john wick imagine #jw4 #keanu #john wick fanfic #john wick fanfiction

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skzfairyy · 8 months

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12:52am

Pairings: Lee Yongbok x reader!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: wholesome cuddles from Felix :”)

Wc: 604 words

AN: Something about gamer Felix never fails to bring a smile to my face :') - Y2

The soft clicking sounds of the controller echoed lightly through the living room, shortly followed by small grunts of frustration. It was late at night, and Felix had been stuck on this game for almost four hours. Long enough for his girlfriend to fall asleep on the couch behind him. Y/N coming over late at night wasn’t a big surprise for any of his housemates. The pair usually snuggled watching a movie or played video games together late into the night.

He had started a new game and was trying to reach a certain level so he could unlock a new skin for his avatar. At first, Y/N was watching her boyfriend play attentively, but at some point, her eyes began to droop as she watched him play in content silence, and instead of fighting it, she let the sleep overtake her. Her body was sprawled across the couch, snuggling her face into a pillow that should’ve been Felix.

His avatar was finally getting the best of his opponent, intensifying the clicking sounds up until he finishes, killing the boss and leveling up in the game. Raising his arms up in triumph with the largest smile on his face, he turns around and sees his girlfriend fast asleep in dreamland. The sight of her sleeping face had put a damper on his mood, his smile fading as he remembers that Y/N came to the dorms because she wanted to spend time with him and instead, he basically ignored her because of that stupid game.

Letting out a soft sigh, he turns off the console and removes his headphones. Standing up from the floor, he approaches the couch quietly.

“You should’ve just told me to turn the game off…” his voice whispers to her sleeping frame. He leans down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and wraps his arms around her frame. As if on autopilot, her arms lock around his neck, quickly pulling him towards her.

He shakes his head, chuckling to himself at her reflexes, which seem quicker while she’s asleep, and slides an arm around her waist and the other under her legs to lift her up from the couch.

Y/N’s eyes open slightly as she feels herself being carried by who she can only assume is her boyfriend.

“Did you level up?” Her voice is groggy, and her face is pressed in the crook of Felix’s neck, where he can feel the soft vibrations of her voice as she speaks.

He nods his head and uses his foot to push his bedroom door open.

“You could’ve asked me to stop…” He responds, moving to place her on his bed.

“But I like watching you play, baby.” She responds quietly, her arms falling to her sides as Felix joins her shortly after, snuggling close to her side.

With that pet name, Felix could feel the frustration he held for himself disappear.

“Okay Angel, it’s late now, we should sleep.” His argument was dying in his mind as his own body registers how tired he actually is.

He pulls her closer, burying his face into her neck, and kisses her collarbone softly. Y/N’s hands rub his back gently as her sleepy eyes begin to droop once more. This is what she was waiting all day for. Sure watching him play his video games with such intensity and focus was entertaining, but nothing beats the feeling of falling asleep in her boyfriend’s arms. She’ll stay up all day watching Felix try to kill mythical monsters online if it ends like this, wrapped in each other's arms to sleep the rest of the night away.

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#y2kstories #skz x reader #straykids #felix x reader #skz fluff #skz imagines

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ichikopotato · 3 months

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I can request tom bein’ all mean and rough on his gf? (Smut) And she’s like those coquette girls that love being dominated maybe , ty and ily 💕

now this, this is good💋

2009! Tom being rough to his couqette gf ᡣ𐭩

synopsis: your boyfriend comes home stressed out, leaving himself to only let out his anger on you. ᡣ𐭩

warnings : rough smut, spanking, usage of “baby, good girl, daddy, slut”, tom just being a meanie to your pussy, overstimulation, squirting, vibrator, overall just Tom rearranging your insides. ᡣ𐭩

a/n: we love dom tom, basically the smut version of another request (fluff version on my masterpage) -`♡´- love you all, stay safe! Send more requests, been really busy lately ᡣ𐭩

—> IT WAS A RELAXING DAY for you, atleast. Your boyfriend was at the studio, rehearsing and creating more lyrics for their upcoming album. You were preparing dinner, for you and him.

You hum a song, getting ready and all glammed up for your home date. Preparing the table when you were disturbed by the apartment door opening. You saw your boyfriend, looking stressed and angry. You smile, flinching slightly when you hear the door slam.

“Hi honey, how did it go in the stud—“ you were cut off by him roughly pressing his lips on yours, meeting in a passionate kiss. He held you close, groaning. His grip on your waist tightened as you moaned softly to the kiss.

You pull away, panting. “Baby? What’s wrong?” You mutter, gulping. “Schatzi, m’so fuckin annoyed.” He said, while placing kisses all over your neck. You feel your panties growing damper and damper.

You cup his cheeks, pouting. “What happened, Tommy?” He looked at you, smirking slightly. You felt something hard on your stomach, your face flushed as you realised what it was.

His breath tickled your ear, as he whispered “can you help me relax, baby?” You smile innocently up at him, before saying—

“Take it out on me, Tom.”

Without another word, he immediately carries you to your shared bedroom as he whispers dirty things to you. He threw you on the bed, flipping your pink mini skirt. He smirked at the sight of your wet panties.

“All wet from daddy, hmm pretty girl?” As he rubbed your clit over your panties. You let out a whimper, rubbing yourself against his fingers. “Yeah? You like it when daddy touches you like that?”

You nod quickly, as he spanks your wetness. You yelp out in surprise. “Ass up, baby.” He spanked your pussy once more. You get on all fours, raising your ass up, wriggling it infront of him.

He spanked your ass cheek roughly, making you whine into the pillow. “Behave, baby. Daddy won’t let his little princess cum if you don’t.” He grabs something from the nightstand, holding out a vibrator with the remote.

He pulls your panties down, revealing your wet folds to his hungry eyes. He groans, rubbing them roughly as he places the vibrator between them. He clicks the highest level on the remote, making you squeal and moan.

brrr.

“C’mon, baby. Such a good girl.” He coed, smiling. He groaned, removing the vibrator. He patted your pussy, smirking as he aligns himself to your pussy.

He teasingly rubbed his tip on your clit, slapping your cheek gently. “Wan’ daddy to fuck you, slut?” You nodded quickly.

Without a warning, he slammed his whole length in you, leaving you no time to adjust to his size. He pounded in and out of your pussy roughly, groaning. “This little pussy’s squeezing me s’muchh— uhnnn-“

He moaned, slamming into you faster, smiling softly down at your pretty face, ruined with tears and streaks of your mascara, your lip gloss ruined.

“D-Daddy— m’so clooosee!” You whimper, fucking yourself on him. He chuckled at your needy ness, slapping your ass. “Cum f’your daddy, baby.”

You let out a long whine, as you came all over his cock. He didn’t stop there, still thrusting into you rough and fast. You moan, squirting all over his chest.

You and him pant heavily, squirming. He smirked, playing with his lip piercing. He ran his hands through your hair, kissing you. You smile, your eyes droopy.

He wiped off the shared fluids off yours and his body, changing you into your comfortable matching pajamas. He smirked, playing with his lip piercing once more as he admired in awe at your adorable sleeping form.

“Goodnight, meine liebe. Ich liebe dich” He kissed your forehead goodnight, slowly falling asleep beside you, holding you close.

Let’s just say you both ate the dinner the next day.

RUSHED, HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT. LOVEYOUALL! ᡣ𐭩

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz angst #bill kaulitz smut #coquette #cute #daddy's good girl

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midnight-moth · 7 months

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What if. …

Phantom listens, and eventually peeks his head around the corner to watch. Cirrus and Cumulus seated together on the creaky velvet bench in front of the upright piano, playing together.

He loves the sound. All of the keyboards and synthesizers are cool. But this is different, it feels organic, vibration, air and space. Something about it feels like his own magic and he doesn’t know why.

And even though he knows the keys are made of something hard, they look soft to the touch. And he wants to touch them.

He rounds the corner and sees the vacant bench and decides to chance it. Lifts the lid and hits a single key. Rationally, he should anticipate the sound, but it makes him jump nonetheless.

He tries to apply what he knows to produce a chord. But it’s all a little bit confusing. Unfamiliar in a way. His fingers try to find the right places on their own but thankfully there’s two ghoulettes watching him from the doorway who are willing to help.

They speak and he jumps again and apologizes. Of course they tell him there’s nothing to apologize for. They offer to teach him and he accepts. They make him a notebook that has alternates sheets of staff and lined pages.

They litter the pages with little notes of encouragement or tips, written in colourful gel ink. They plaster the sheets with stickers. Soon he learns he prefers minor scales because they sounds a little sad but very pretty. And he loves the damper pedal because it makes the notes linger in his ears long after he’s struck the keys.

He has an end game. He didn’t at first. But now he can’t wait to show Dew what he can do. For him to lead Dew to the bench and play for him. Because he isn’t quite sure he could ever impress Dew with a guitar. That maybe, Dew would focus on the sound rather than his technique.

Maybe it’s embarrassing, how eager he is to please. But just once he wants Dew to be the one watching in awe as his hands move. To feel just a little of what Phantom feels when he watches Dew play.

#he would most definitely compose his own piece #he would absolutely be terrified and insecure #it would take 43 pep talks from both cirrus and cumulus before he’d be ready #Dew would of course be floored when cirrus inevitably blabs that phantom not only wrote the piece he played #but that he wrote it for Dew specifically #Dew buys him some super fancy heavy weight leather bound staff as a thank you #now Dew waits for him on the bench at the same time every week #leans on phantoms shoulder and wraps his tail around his waist and closes his eyes #no one ever interrupts of course but Dew eventually tells him that everyone is dying to hear #he’s known that for a while but he wanted this all for himself for a while #I hate sundays so much and I am thinking of 8000 timelines and stories to distract myself #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #midnight moth writes

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garoujo · 1 year

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・✶ ｡ﾟnagi needs to find something to ease the ache when you’re taking too long to come home and cuddle him.

♱ warnings — f!reader [altho u don’t come in until the end], needy!nagi, nagi pillow h-umper agenda, all characters written 22+, this is so messy cause i am not normal about it. / note. i am literally going 2 die ! this is 2 much omigooosh i’m obsessed <3

you’ve been gone for soooo long, nagi thinks as he lets himself press into the pillows beneath him, on your side of the bed as he taps away at the video game currently taunting him on his phone screen.

you promised him you’d cuddle after training, but now you’re not even home and his limbs feel so fucking heavy — he’s not comfy unless it’s you that’s pressed against his chest, fingers smoothing through his hair as he lets drowsiness consume him.

nagi can almost feel the way your body would mould against his, thighs hooked around his hips as you press your chest closer and fuck— the smell of you still lingers on your pillows when he turns his head, letting his skin brush along the soft fabric as he shudders with a low whine.

that’s all it takes—cringe—nagi grunts with the first deep throb of his cock he feels against his sweats, you on his mind and surrounded by what’s yours, that’s enough. the featherlight friction against the sensitive shaft makes his abdomen twitch, as do his hips when he follows the feeling — brows dropping as he grinds out a huff before he’s rolling onto his stomach.

he’s trying so fucking hard to focus, mashing the buttons on the screen like it’ll take away from the desire that twists in his abdomen, heavy cock pressing tight against his pelvis before his body rocks with another uncontrollable ache, another thrust that almost knocks the air out of him.

“ah, i died.” nagi huffs when the vibration against his palms is followed with another bothersome game over screen, letting his face flop into your pillows with a groan as he sinks into bed, words muffled even though he knows nobody is around to hear them — “jus’ hurry up and come home already, angel. ‘m bored, ‘s such a pain.”

but fuck— that’s when it gets him, the lingering scent of you, your shampoo, your perfume, all of it. it’s animalistic the way his hips rock into the mattress once more before he’s reaching higher, instinctively but still slow and lazy, so he can drag the same pillow underneath his hips as he presses deeper into it.

“‘ts no fun if y’re not here.” nagi breathes, almost whines when he feels himself throb against the fabric, allowing himself a slow, languid roll of his hips as his free hand twists in the sheets beside him. he’s sweating, too lazy to even rid himself of his oversized hoodie before he’s barely shoving down the waistband of his sweats, whimpering when the cool air rolls over the sensitive glands of his cock and he presses it between the pillow.

“f-uuck, what a drag.” he mumbles with the next languid grind against your pillow, snowy bangs falling over his lidded gaze as he nuzzles deeper into the scent of you on the sheets, deeper into fucking bliss as he ruts his heavy cock against the soft material.

it’s not as good as you, doesn’t squeeze around his cock as perfectly as your pussy does but it’s enough because he can still remember how that feels — wrapped up in your bed, in your scent. nagi whimpers as he feels his cheeks burn, fingers twisting in the pillow beneath him before his pace increases, voice cracking under the weight of his own arousal as he leaks against the fabric with every wet rut of his hips.

god he feels fucking mindless, drowsy with lust as he loses himself in the thought of you, every heavy rock of his hips makes the bedframe squeak under his weight — driven by the strength in his body as he pushes himself closer to the orgasm he needs, he can fucking taste it.

nagi can feel the way your pillow is growing damper beneath him — slick with pre-cum but it only eases his movements, lets him go faster, harder as he almost drools into the other beneath his head. he’s too lost in the thoughts of your pussy, of you beneath him, wishing it was you digging the orgasm out of him instead — you did it so easily afterall, wasn’t such a pain.

“‘m g’nna cum, f-fuck.” he whines, low and ragged as he inhales more of your scent — he’s so lost in it he can basically hear you, calling out to him as he presses the pillow deeper against his hips — grinding into the fabric as he pants out your name, wishing it was you about to milk it right out of him.

“seishiro?” your voice is so clear when you call for him and nagi gasps at the sound before his hips stutter, grunting as he cums and soaks the fabric pressed against him. he slows himself to a slow sort of needy grind as the waves of bliss course through him, he’s sweating hard beneath his hoodie but his orgasm hits him so hard and so fucking good he can barely begin to care.

his eyes roll back as he buries his whines in the other pillow, pace slowing to a crawl as overstimulation blankets him and he jolts with the pleasurable sting he feels replace it. he trembles, as do his lungs when he tries to catch his breath — snowy bangs sticking to the light sheen of sweat across his forehead as clarity begins to finally get a grip on him.

but that’s when nagi finally hears you, call his name again, from where you’ve been in the doorway for the past 30 seconds as he rode out his orgasm. but he doesn’t move, not much atleast as he rolls onto his side, sending you a lidded look over his shoulder despite the way he’s flushed to his chest.

“i hope you’re gonna clean that, sei. thats my side!” he doesn’t even have the energy to move the now soaked pillow away from his cock before he’s blinking lazily, nuzzling into the comforter beneath him as his arm reaches blindly for you.

“eh, really? but you took too long, pretty thing. come cuddle w’ me already ‘m sleepy. been waiting soooo long, ‘ts no fair.”

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bomberqueen17 · 2 months

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*vibrating slightly in place*

So ok. When I was in kindergarten, my classroom was arranged so that four desks were linked together, so we were in little groups. I used to regularly vibrate my desk and the three it was attached to, with three other children in them, across several feet of floor space, until the linked desks ran into the teacher's desk, which was larger and did not move with the force of my vibrations. I was a good student, but hard to control, and markedly uneven in my ability to like. Do anything. "Well," my mom said once, upon beholding my entire spectrum of a report card, "we'd just hate to be bored."

When I graduated with my bachelor's degree, seventeen years later, my mom said "I never thought you could do it," and when I, shocked, said "what?" she said "well what with your ADHD and all," and I said "my what?" and she said "well, i never wanted to shake your confidence, and I thought once they put a label on you it'd be over, but you super have like, turbo ADHD. Why, what do you think your deal is?" She said it nicely and not in those words at all, but it was the first time I'd ever really realized that I wasn't just mildly eccentric, I did seem to actually have something wrong with me.

I've been trying to get a diagnosis ever since. I've never been able to. I had no health insurance at all for a huge chunk of my twenties, which put a damper on things. One doctor told me "you'd know if you had that" and when I was like "I... do" she was like "no i mean. you'd already be being treated." Which shows a wild and totally unwarranted optimism in our medical system, but she was a resident. The doctor overseeing her care of me suggested I try taking fish oil capsules. To "rebuild my brain tissue".

I did. It didn't help. I still buy them but mostly I use them now to get my cat to take pills.

Eventually in my 30s my doctors started sort of believing me maybe, or at least realizing they couldn't really brush me off (I have gotten... less easily-cowed as I've aged) but they were all like "oh, I can't evaluate that. You'll have to research and find a place that can do a neuropsych eval for you. Insurance doesn't cover those. So good luck. Have some antidepressants in the meantime."

I slid into my 40s, still undiagnosed. I read as many self-help books on the topic as I could find, did all the checklists I found. They all said "girl you super have like turbo ADHD." I tried meditation. I tried divination. I tried bullet journaling, which was hilarious. I tried yoga.

I actually damaged myself doing yoga and am banned from yoga, but at least I'm in physical therapy now. (Word to the wise: if you have really really flexible hip joints, don't fucking do yoga. "Usually I don't have to tell people not to get into that position," said my bemused physical therapist. "Oh," I said, blissfully bepretzeled. "It feels super good." "Mm," she said, "you've torn your labrum. Stop doing that." Now I do really, really boring stretches that don't feel nearly as good, but I also can walk without limping, so. Like. We take the good with the bad I guess.)

Anyway. My PCP in January was like "wait you didn't follow my super vague directions to go see 'the guys downstairs' and see if they can squeeze you into their eleven-month waiting period to get an evaluation that i cannot mention without saying it's several thousand dollars and your insurance surely won't cover it? you must not want this diagnosis very badly!" (At no point has anyone ever given me a phone number for 'the guys downstairs'. I still don't know what she meant by any of those directions. This PCP and I technically speak the same language but I've never understood a single thing she has told me and I don't think she understands a word I say in return, everything I tell her seems to be such a shock to her. You blame antidepressants for your weight gain? I've never heard of that. Ma'am please look up what the incredibly common side effects of antidepressants are.)

I called around but noplace both took my insurance and was accepting new patients. Finally I gave up. Then my Dude went on our insurance company's website and took over the search. He found that there's some kind of concierge service thing, which the insurance company normally charges $450/mo for but our plan includes it, because it's pretty well-hidden on the website and most people aren't ever going to find it anyway. So he said, you know what, I am going to instigate a query on this.

They took two weeks but eventually came back with a list of 13 places, most of them not remotely local. Ten of them were red X's, disqualified for varying reasons-- one because the phone number didn't work, another because it's a seven-hour drive away and doesn't do telehealth. One was in New Jersey. None of them were the local places I had already called.

Two of them were valid, but the insurance wouldn't cover the evaluation for various reasons.

One of them was fully covered, the insurance company said. So I went there.

Their website said "no you're not we can't see you". But Dude was like, call them on the phone. Surely, surely, the concierge service couldn't have lied??? Bet, I said, and called them and left a message, and said to him, if they call me back I will eat a hat.

But they did. They called me back. "Our insurance checker widget is down," they said. "But we do take your insurance! We can see you. We just don't know how much it will cost."

Ominous.

But. They could see me later in the week, via a telehealth appointment.

So I signed up.

The appointment was this morning. I turned up. Their insurance checker thingy still wasn't working so they couldn't be sure how much the appointment would cost me. I at this point don't care, and gave them my HSA credit card, and said do what you will.

I waited 45 minutes and then texted the number they'd texted me from with the confirmation, and a moment later the guy showed up. "Whoops," he said, "that system isn't working quite right either!"

He talked to me for like. Three minutes, and was like "yeah that sounds. Pretty textbook. I'm going to prescribe you stimulants." He then proceeded to take a very basic medical history, and I recognized all the questions because I have researched stimulant medication for ADHD so much. And he was like "We're going to start with Adderall, check at your pharmacy in like an hour." And then he gave me extremely useful and detailed instructions on how to take it, when to take it, what side effects to worry about, what to expect, what to note down in case it might mean a problem, and how to be safe about it. (He asked me three times if I'd ever been suicidal, and it had also been in the online pre-screening. I am aware that can be a rare but very serious side effect of stimulants!)

And then I went to Rite-Aid and I now have 16 pills in my possession, and i am going to wait until tomorrow morning to start taking them, and I am already scheduled for my follow-up in 15 days.

I have absolutely no idea how much any of that is going to cost, but for the record the pills were eleven dollars.

So. I don't know why the last decade of my life has been spent being told that a comprehensive and unattainably expensive neuropsychological evaluation was my only option. Maybe this place is a disreputable pill mill or whatever. But. I am going to get to try to medicate this disorder that has warped my entire life to this point, and I am going to try to see if I can't have some more control over my life, and if it doesn't work then at least I will know, instead of on my deathbed being like "i wonder if i'd ever tried amphetamines maybe I'd have been able to finish a project ever in my life, guess we'll never know".

Which was what I was starting to genuinely think was going to happen.

Literally though why can't a primary care doctor just refer you to a psychiatrist who can then decide whether you need an assessment or whether your condition is likely to respond well to a basic diagnosis?? I get needing the whole nine yards if you're not sure what's wrong with this kid and you don't want to give them the wrong thing-- like I know misdiagnosing a bipolar sufferer with depression can give you really bad outcomes, for example-- but-- I don't know? I don't know.

I just want to be able to start and finish projects. What I'd really love is to be able to make to-do lists meaningfully, as that is an ability I did used to have and now absolutely don't. I legit cannot make a to-do list in any meaningful or useful way.

So we'll see. I'm going to keep a journal and the real test of whether the pills work is to see whether I can actually keep the journal.

But I need to find some kind of edible hat, at some point, just to keep my word.

#about the author #actually adhd

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multifandom--mess · 1 month

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hannigram x villaneve crossover fics bc hell yes!

mlm/wlw solidarity if you know what i mean 🤭

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》 Summertime in Marseille - (12k)(Mature)

Murder wives across the pond? The London area manhunt for pay to play assassin Oksana Astankova continues tonight after the gruesome discovery of the bodies of two M16 agents and the unsettling disappearance of a third. The missing agent Eve Polastri’s checkered history with the femme fatale stirs up a sense of deja-vu to a case stateside involving the (still unsolved) disappearance of a certain disgraced psychiatrist turned psychopath and his companion Will Graham. Both pairs vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a couple of corpses in the hands of, debatetly inept, law enforcement. Longtime readers will remember the debacle on the rumors of the relationship between Lecter and Graham. Fresh faces should expect much of the same insight when it comes to Astankova and Polastri. -Freddie Lounds [Tattlecrime.com] Or: Villanelle takes Eve to visit an old friend.

》 Wintertime in the Atlantic - (10k)(Mature)

Dear Hannibal and Will, [Eve warned me I really shouldn’t write Hannibal and Will but I don’t think you two are stupid enough to let other people read your mail and the consequences are on you if you are.] A recent client has gifted me four first class tickets for a cruise to Australia on the 11th of December! The ship leaves from Lisbon which is a wonderful coincidence since Eve tells me that’s where you’re currently living. We never got the opportunity to repay you two for helping us during our time of need back in Marseille. My fiancé and I would be delighted if you would accompany us. The tickets are attached! -xoxo Villanelle Or: Eve and Villanelle meet up with the Lecter-Graham’s once again.

》 Rhapsody in Brashness - (4k)(Mature)

“We understand,” says Hannibal. The vibrations of his voice rumble against her the way that thunder does through storm clouds. “You are unique, as I am. And she insinuated herself into you, as Will insinuated himself into me. The blind, pearly rootlets of human connection have burrowed themselves too deeply into the fertile soil of your soul to be killed, now, no matter how many times you hack away at the verdant growth which springs anew into the air, again and again. The intricate underground web of them merely spreads implacably further and deeper and will continue to do so until they smother you, or until you allow the leaves to fully unfurl into the light.” “But she stabbed me,” Villanelle exclaims petulantly.

》 A Cannibal, A Dog Lover, and an Assassin Walk Into A Bar - (1.7k)(G)

Hannibal and Will wanted a quick getaway to Rome, but end up with a little more adventure than they anticipated.

》 Murder Pals in Alaska - (1.5k)(Mature)

Eve and Villanelle make their home in Alaska and befriend Will and Hannibal.

》 Cannibal vs. Assassin: The Showdown - (5k)(Mature)

“Obviously, they do kill people based on those dance moves alone,” Hannibal tittered, but quietly enough as to not attract attention. Will stifled a laugh. “That is not a reason to ruin their night though,” Hannibal decided, following Will through the crowd.

》 Taste and Temptation - (18k)(G)

Eve and Villanelle have gone off on their own, traveling and getting to know each other better. Hannibal and Will have too. Both couples happen to have dark pasts and trouble with the law, but that hasn't really put a damper on their vacations. The four of them happen to meet at an opera in Florence but when they keep running into each other, they have to wonder if their meetings are coincidence or something that could put their travels in danger. Villaneve meets Hannigram on the run.

(NOTE: unfinished but still worth the read!)

》 The Professionals Series - (12k)(T)

A Hannibal/Killing Eve crossover AU where Hannibal and Villanelle are best buds. Theoretically set after "The Wrath of the Lamb" and "God, I'm Tired" for parts I and II and after "You're Mine" for part III.

#been missing my faves a whole lot recently #so i decided to provide these recs for you all to devour #also they put killing eve on netflix !!!#hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #murder husbands #hannibal fanfiction #hannigram fanfiction #killing eve #villaneve #eve polastri #villanelle #murder wives #killing eve fanfiction #ao3 #fic rec

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yoimiyasthings · 2 months

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Robin x Boothill

Smut!

CW - Bunny Suit, Lesbian Robin, Bi/Genderfluid T-Fem Boothill, Dildo's, Grinding, Edging, belt used as handcuffs, Aftercare!! Generally sappy in general and Fluffy ending.

(Please bare in mind that this is my first fanfic 💫)

Robin stands in her shared room, waiting for her girlfriend to return home after a long mission.

Walking around leaving Rose petals and setting up red lights to set the mood.

While decorating she can't help but feel somthing stir, she felt damp. The latex wasn't helping.

Robin felt herself get wetter and wetter, perhaps seeing her reflection in the mirror, imagine if her fans knew this side of her? The newly playboy bunny Robin was ready for her girlfriend to return, perhaps a little to ready... She walks over to her vanity and strokes the corner, biting her lip.

She holds the sides and hovers her crotch over the corner, slowly lowering herself and as she felt a wave of pleasure she slowly started to grind away at it. It felt so good but she felt a twinge of guilt for not waiting... But it felt so good.

A few moans and whines escaped her mouth before she hears a voice behind her "is my little bunny so desperate?" and before turning around she felt to cold metal hands cup her breasts and the familiar shark teeth bite her neck.

"Darling... You scared me.. Mmh!" as she begins to speak, a bite sinks into her neck.

"Ah ah~ Good bunnies don't talk until asked to. Got it?"

Boot kisses Robins newly bitten neck and scoops her off the vanity.

"I can do everything and more... So impatient.."

Robin feels her stomach flip and her wings flutter, Boot notices.

"you can talk for now.. What one do you want honey.. Bull or Stallion?"

"Can you use bull today love...?"

"anything for my little bunny"

Boot kisses Robins cheek and applies fresh lipstick, ready to mark her ladies skin all night.

"You look radient tonight my love... It might just be the suit... But I always think you're this beautiful..."

Robin gasps as she feels a finger on the latex crotch of her suit and a soft vibration coming from it.

She whines at the feeling, trying to get closer to the vibration, but Boot holds her arms above her head

"Now little bunny... Hold still for me.. "

As Robin nods, Boot unbuckles her belt an wraps it around Robins hands, restraining her.

Robin giggles at the nickname, growing damper by the second.

"Since I've been away for so long... And you've obviously missed me.. I'll be generous tonight"

Whith this, Boot begins to unzip her lovers suit, slowly revealing her breasts and stomach, but she stops just before her crotch.

Leaving down and popping her lips, Boot begins to kiss Robins chest, letting her whine as she nibbles, leaving marks where ever she pleases.

"So beautiful... I suppose you can talk now.. You've been so good for me.."

"Thank you dear... I've missed you so much..ive been so-"

Boot stops her, kissing her and unzipping the final stretch of zip.

"I expect you to sing to me tonight my dove.. Can you do that for me?"

"Y-yes Hilly.."

Boot smiles softly at the nickname as she pops a finger off her hand and putting it on Robin's clit on a low vibration. This got a good, sweet moan out of her, all Boot could ever ask for is her girlfriends satisfaction.

As the finger stimulates Robin's pussy, she bucks her hips trying to get more friction. Seeing this Boot puts the streanth up a few notches. And lord, if Robin's moans were a song, Boot would listen to it all day..

She leans down to Robins eye level, stroking her red face.

"Such a good girl... Just like that.."

Seeing as Robin has been so good, Boot decides to let her go from the belt. As the belt comes apart, Robin wraps her arms around her lovers neck, pulling her down and kissing her passionately but softly none the less.

Moaning into Boots mouth, she feels the finger slide down into her pussy.

"prepare yourself my dear.."

With another kiss, Robin feels the finger attach itself back to Boots hand, and another finger enter. Two vibrating fingers going at a strong pace.

"Ah~ Hilly! S-so strong..!"

Boot unlatched from Robins reddening neck and looks at her moaning face and then down at her gushing pussy. Giggling, she pushes the vibrations even harder, Robin tearing up at this point cries, "Please! Please, I'm gonna cum Hilly!"

At these words, Boot pulls her fingers out, a smug look on her face as Robins hips buck upwards to chase them, but only to be met by the knot in her stomach aching. Longing to be filled.

"Hilly! You're so mean.." Robin pouts as Boot looks at her, "Now now... You don't even know why I pulled out.. Here.."

Boot grabs her strap and alligns it to Robins throbbing pussy.

"Please Hilly..." Robin pleads as she looks at Boots length beneath her

"What good manners lovely.." Boot says as she pushes in slowly, using the wetness of Robin for lube.

Robin grabs onto her lovers shoulders as she feels the cold metal enter her.

And as Boot finishes filing her up with her length, Robin lays letting out a satisfied, guteral moan.

As Boot waits for the signal to start moving, Robin smiles and starts to giggle, covering her mouth and laughing more and more.

"I'm sorry hilly! I just can't take you seriously right now!" and as Boot hears these words, she stars to blush and laugh with Robin, looking at her now, it's almost like she lit up the room

"Just tell me when Darlin'..." She smirks as she picks up the Polaroid camera on the bedside table.

As Robin sees the camera, she tries to cover her face but fails to hide her smile as the camera clicks.

Boot puts the photo and camera down so it can develop as she helps her Dove finish.

"I love you so much Robin... So so much.."

Robin can't help but whine at this comment, letting out a faint "I love you too~"

Robin holds Boots face close as they kiss, and as Robins climax approached, she separates the kiss and places her forehead on the others. Moaning like it was their last time together, she feels at the highest point of the night

"Please Hilly... Please..!"

"Anything for my sweet dove.." Boot whispers back

"Come for me angel.." and as if they were magic words, the knot in Robins had come undone.

Boot waits for Robins climax to wash over, staying by her side until it's alright to go set up for the rest of the night.

Robin pants as she holds her arms around Boots neck, forehead pressed to her loves still.

She flops back, laying down on the bed and Boot takes that as her signal. Kissing Robins cheek, she gets up and runs down to the kitchen to grab her a bottle of water and some snacks.

Sneaking around Sunday (unsuccessfully) she runs back upstairs and sits beside a worn out Robin, although she looked more like an Angel, practically glowing.

Robin takes the water and gulps it down. Rolling over to sling her arms around Boots hips.

"Welcome home.."

Boot chuckles as she puts her jacket over a practically naked Robin. "I'll run the bath deary.."

Robin dozes off, staring at a starry Penacony through the window, thinking about how she now knew that this was how life was going to be, and she's happy.

After a bath cleaning her up, Boot helps to dry her body and hair, kissing every mark left and being very gentle with every move, as if Robin was made of China.

Boothill sits on the toilet as Robin stands in front of her, Boot puts her hands on Robins hips, just at her eye level and Robin runs her hands through Boots hair. No words where exchanged, but the look they shared could speak millions.

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neteyamsluvr111 · 5 months

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[Aged Up]Neteyam x AFAB!Metkayina!reader

Cw: thigh riding, dom!reader, sub!neteyam, handjob, cum consumption, scenting, marking, praise, slight mention of overstimulation

Authors Note; Enjoy lol. Pt2 Otw!

Wc; 1758

His back was arched up, toes curling harshly and breathes quick as he forced his eyes shut. Oh Great Mother, your fingers worked magic on his large cock, stroking his length and twisting your hand expertly around him while peppering his jaw in soft kisses. A thin layer of sweat gathered on his forehead as he creased the skin of his brows.

Never in his life had he ever been so submissive, until you came along. You simply brought the man to his knees. And when you offered him a beneficial relationship between the two of you where you just relieve that pent up stress thet you'd have from the long days of training and taking care of your respected siblings, he simply couldn't refuse.

"F-fuck,baby.." He spoke in English, rendering you confused at the unknown words, but still turned on from the whiny way he spoke them. He turned his head away from for a moment, one hand gripping the carpet below him as he writhed in the pleasure he was receiving. "Too much, Y-ah-Yawne," He spoke in Na'vi this time around, throwing his head back as a whimpered forced itself from his throat.

Your thighs subtly clenched together at the sight, pulling your lip between your sharp canines to stop the groans that itched to surface from your chest at his whining. "C'mon, sweet boy. You can handle it. Can't you, mighty warrior?" He groaned at your pet names, his cock pulsing in your hand. "I'm s..I'm so clo-se..ahh fuck" His regularly deep voice went up a few pitches, squeaky and loud as a whine left his dampened lips.

His ears pressed down to his head and he cracked his eyes open to peer at the girl giving him so much pleasure. His free hand shakily moved up to push some stray hairs behind your ear, forcing you to flinch at the sudden touch and force your gaze away from his hard cock. His next words sent shivers down your spine, earning a silent gulp from you.

"Kiss me– please," He begged breathlessly, his pupils doubling in size as he mewled softly. You hummed, quickening your handy work and you tilted your head at him. A kiss wouldn't necessarily hurt, and it would be hot to swallow his sweet moans when he came. You couldn't help but smirk a bit while using your free hand to grip his sharp jaw and bring his face to yours, smashing your plump lips onto his much damper ones.

He mewled at the feeling, pushing himself impossibly closer to you. You gently bit on his bottom lip, earning yourself a pleasurable shiver from the male before you were able to tangle your tongue with his, tasting that sweet fruit he had been snacking on mere moments ago on his muscle. The Navy skinned boy pulled away suddenly, throwing his head back while his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his mouth falling into a wide 'O' shape, and a harsh shudder vibrating through his body.

He was cumming. Hard. A deep guttural moaned ripped from his throat. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, please~" The words left his pretty mouth in gasps. He didn't even know what he was begging for. Perhaps a second to catch his breath due to your continuing pace on his now purple tinted cock. Thick ropes of his semen sprayed out of his tip, coating his stomach, chest, and even a bit of his chin in the thick liquid.

You bit your lip and moaned sweetly,nearly orgasming from seeing his pleasure alone, and you hadn't even been touched yet. "S'too much— please, Yawntu–!" He whined out, writhing under your touch. You took pity on the boy and begrudgingly removed your hand from his large, twitching cock. You hummed, grinning a bit and you stared down at your masterpiece. You were quick to learn down and lick up all of his cum, cleaning your pretty canvas up.

Your tongue ran from his overstimulated cock to his toned torso, up to his hard chest and stopping at his chin. You swallowed the liquids up with a purr, now peppering his sharp jaw in light kisses to soothe the panting man. "Did I make you feel good, 'Teyam?" You mewled, licking and sucking on his jaw.

The man moaned at your needy tone. "Shit, princess. Hardest I've ever cum, baby. You're so perfect for me, knowin' exactly how to please me." He groaned out, a sharp grin settling onto his pretty face as he brushed a curly strand of your hair behind your ear. You bit your lip and eyes him seductively, eyes half lidded and pupils blown with want and need.

"Wanna make you feel good too..." he mumbled out when you subtly mounted his thigh and began grinding against it, slick soaking through you thin loincloth and slicking up his pretty, toned thigh. You leaned down and ran your tongue along the shell of his ear before gently sucking and nibbling on the lobe. "Wanna mark you up, show everybody who you belong to." You mumbled in his ear, tongue now running down the shell of it to his jaw, then his neck, until in stopped at where his shoulders met his neck.

You teased that spot, licking, sucking, and grazing your sharp canines over the sensitive skin. You knew the thoughts were wrong and how much shut the both of your would get into if you did, but a part honestly couldn't give two fucks about that.

You hated how the other Metkayina girls subtly flirted with the clueless Neteyam and you always made sure to leave your scent on him just in case one of the bitches wanted to try some shit. But they were getting more confident, coming to the conclusion that you were technically his Karyu and teaching his the ways of the Metkayina, so of course he would reek of your scent for a while.

You hated when you talked to him and got whiffs of other woman, so you made sure to always lead him into a secluded place where you could put your mark on him and bathe him in your scent by kissing him or leaving well hidden marks in his skin.

Now though, the thought of proudly marking him as yours consumed your every thought,and Neteyam wasn't exactly helping. "Please. Want everyone to know who I belong too." He hummed in thought, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he eyed the way you quickened your grinding on his thigh. "You'd like that, Hmm?" You teased some more,gently pressing your teeth into his neck.

He playfully growled at the pleasurable feeling, baring his neck more for you. You brought a hand up to grip his jaw firmly in place and just before you could sink your teeth in and fully indulge, a voice sounded outside of the Marui, rendering both young adults frozen.

"Neteyam, you in there?" The sweet voice of Tsireya spoke out, not making any moves to pull the flap open. Neteyam waited anxiously for the moment to happen, thinking of what excuse he should make up as to not expose them. And yet, a part of him kinda wanted her to. Expose them, so everyone knows he'd spoken for.

"Go on, don't ignore my little sister, Tey." You whispered sweetly, going back to nibbling and licking at the crook of the males neck, anticipation palpable between the two. Neteyam swallowed whining lowly and frowning. A clear signal that he could care less about the girl out there and wanted to get back to you.

When you stopped your ministrations, he knew better than continue being disobedient. "Uh, y-yeah, I'm in here, changing. What do you need?" He cleared his throat as to not seem suspicious when his voice stuttered after you begun to continue your ministrations.. "Oh! Okay. Well, Leina is ready for your guys' date." She giggled out, excitement with an undertone of teasing clear in her tone. "She said to just meet her by the canoes."

Neteyam's eyes widened, heart dropping to his stomach. You were quick to freeze, slowly inching your face away from the man's body as to glare at him. "'Date'?" You mouthed a hint of hurt in your eyes which was quickly masked by amusement. "Oh." Neteyam let out, dazed for a few moments before realizing he had to continue this short conversation.

"Yeah.. Yeah, of course. I'll be out there soon." He spoke with a clear tone, the underlining of boredom making an appearance. Tsireya hummed before the sound of her steps retreating filled the tense air.

You and Neteyam stood still for a few moments, not wanting say anything just yet incase Tsireya could still hear you both. "Well," You scoffed, a grin making its way over your lips. "Can't ever get enough, hmm?" You gave a few pats to Neteyam's cheek before rising up to your feet, looking around the room for your accessories.

"W-wait," Neteyam quickly scrambled to get up, fixing his loincloth to–poorly– cover his still apparent bulge. He watched nervously as you carefully gathered your things, beginning to put them back on. "We– I don't– this isn't—fuck..." The man groaned when the words failed to escape past his lips. You laughed softly. Nearly finished dressing.

"Shhh, sweet thing. No need to sweat just yet. I'd suggest you have your fun before later. Cause you have a big punishment coming." You laughed out, looking over your shoulder at him sinisterly before you finished tying up your necklace. Neteyam froze, watching as you wasted not a single second more before taking your leave.

He gulped, mind racing a bit as he thought about what you said. His heart was beating a mile a minute and yet, his cock was still straining, if not more than before.

He looked down at the prominent bulge, groaning as he threw his head back. He'd have to take care of this before he needed to leave.

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AN; Ending was rushed and kinda sucks but it's okay bc part two finna HIT!!

#avatar the way of water #avatar smut #avatar #neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #x reader #jake sully smut #atwow fanfiction #atwow #atwow neteyam #atwow smut #atwow x reader

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enchantestuff · 2 years

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play pretend (ii) - daniel ricciardo

summary: having succeeded in fooling the press with your fake relationship, Daniel decides to show his gratitude to you, but perhaps things between you aren't as fake as you make it out to be

part one

not my gif!! a beautiful one though

warnings: swearing, fake dating, flirting, nicknames, my poor attempt at fluff, mentions of mclarens treatment of dan

3.5k words

im SO sorry this took so long I have no excuse

taglist for this series (let me know if you would like to be added or removed!!) @dr3lover @mentallyunstablebish @bigdiccricc @idkiwantchocolatee @sabsi2222 @d0ntjudgemy50shades @capela-miranda @ricsaigaslec @dan3avacado @anonymitysden @buendiabebeta @pizzapie349

You awoke to your phone buzzing on your nightstand, the faint vibrations passing through the room, making the small device move bit by bit until it landed with a thump on the floor.

“Hello,” you groggily answered once you had managed to locate the device. The giggle you heard on the other end made you sit up on your bed, eyes wide in shock.

Although you were never a morning person - you felt fully rejuvenated after hearing Daniel’s teasing voice on the other end of the line. Embarrassment flooded your veins at the thought of him having heard your grumpy morning voice.

“Did I wake you up, Princess?” he teased, and you could practically visualise the shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“Some of us aren’t high-performance athletes that go on jogs at the crack of dawn,” you rolled your eyes, forcing yourself out of bed and opening the blinds of your window.

“Ah,” Daniel mused, “there she is.”

Maintaining a calm facade, you slowly waved at the driver parked on your driveway. Now, not only had he heard you answer the phone half awake, but he now also got the privilege of witnessing your appearance as you tumbled fresh out of bed.

“Hurry up, I’m not going to wait all day!” he grinned into the phone, quickly hung up and motioned for you to get ready from where he sat in the driver’s seat.

Seeing as you had no choice, you began preparing for the day ahead.

***

You are heading to Daniel’s apartment.

The car ride isnt awkward, something that brings a damper to your mood - you had been hoping it would be.

More than hoping.

You wanted so badly to trick your brain into thinking whatever attraction you held for Daniel was merely a one-time thing - and that the chemistry between the two of you was faked merely for the cameras - but you had failed. Conversation flowed effortlessly between you. Laughs were shared, and inside jokes began to form from the previous night’s antics.

“You never did tell me why you wanted me to come over,” you pondered after a brief moment of silence, “don’t tell me you’re starting to fall in love with me.” Please tell me you’re starting to fall in love with me.

“Come on, darling, if anyone’s falling in love, it’s you,” he grinned, sparing a glance in your direction, a quick one, but it was enough to make you weak at the knees. “Don’t pretend you haven’t seen the articles.”

You had seen the articles; they were very successful in terms of the aim of your fake relationship - to get the press to focus on something other than Daniel’s uncertain career.

“And what role have the articles played in my supposed falling in love with you?” you laughed, unable to believe that sentence had fallen out of your mouth.

“Open your phone.” He had parked his car outside an apartment complex, but you didn’t have time to admire it before following Daniel’s request and removing your phone from your pocket.

Within seconds a message from Daniel flashed across your screen; a link to a website you were sure would prove his point. Nevertheless, pushing your pride aside, it was only a matter of time until your and daniels’ faces flashed up on your screen.

‘Oh.”

“You sound surprised.” You were surprised. Not with the article itself but rather with the photo they decide to use to broadcast your and daniels relationship. It certainly was not one of the several photo opportunities you had planned.

No - this photo was taken in the safety of Daniel’s car when you had forgotten all about the paparazzi outside. When he had decided to brush your hair behind your ear.

Admiration. That’s what was in your eyes, and that’s all the article seems to talk about. How smitten you were with the Aussie driver.

Oh - Daniel had read this. You were going to be sick.

“Sick publicity, huh? Your planning worked out for the best,” he smiled.

“Mmhm,” you nodded, forcing yourself to look out the window and swallow the lump in your throat.

***

Daniel’s apartment is everything you expected it to be. Colourful, happy and homey. Photos of him and his family are scattered across the walls, along with several of his trophies.

After winning in Monaco, the infamous picture of him falling into the pool is displayed proudly in his lavish living room, and you can’t help but smile at it. Sad that McLaren hasn’t been able to provide a stable environment for him. A happy environment.

A feeling of failure washes over you, knowing that this fake dating of yours could potentially be the last time you interact with the Aussie. You had never been all that close with each other before your arrangement, so it would make sense if you both went back to your old ways once he left the team. Perhaps that’s why he was adamant about choosing you for his facade.

He knew you would be easy to forget.

“Is it very self-centred of me to have that photo framed up there?” He’s referring to the picture you had been staring at for the past several minutes, unable to remove your eyes from his gleeful expression.

Replacing your guilt-ridden expression with a happier one - you smiled up at him, shaking your head slightly. “Honestly? I think you probably could have made it a bit bigger,” you joked, poking fun at him.

“I wanted to turn it into wallpaper,” he joked, removing his shoes and taking a seat on the sofa, “Scotty insisted it would scare people off, though.” His wide grin evoked a streak of confidence in you, and as you removed your shoes, opting to sit across from him on the sofa, you tried your hardest to create a casual aura around yourself.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, flicking your gaze back to the framed photo before looking into his brown eyes again, “It’s a sight I wouldn’t mind waking up to every morning.”

Somehow you managed to maintain eye contact with the driver, and you were so grateful you did - relishing in the sharp breath he took at your words.

“If you were to be waking up in my apartment, princess, I can guarantee you wouldn’t be waking up in the living room,” he winked at you before hosting himself off the couch and scattering off to a different room. How could he just leave after saying a sentence like that?

Little did you know, Daniel had to remove himself from the room; he had to talk some sense into himself before he did something stupid and ruined whatever professional relationship the two of you created. He refused the chance to indulge in his fantasies, hesitant about if he was reading the situation correctly and not finding it in himself to take the risk.

So, as he strolled into his home office, one that he rarely ever used, he scooped all the materials the two of you would need and headed back to join you. The only way he could constrain his urges around you was as if the two of you focused on the task.

Forcing a smile back onto his face, he confidentially walked back into the living room, dropping the stack of supplies onto his coffee table and resuming his position on his sofa.

“Let the planning begin,” he sighed.

It was going to be a long day.

And a long day it certainly was.

The conversation was kept professional, which the two of you were secretly thrilled about.

You worked well together, allowing the other to focus on one aspect of the events, and you even found yourself trusting Daniel’s judgement - not even worried after the phone he had made to the florist if the flowers he ordered were going to look atrocious next to the table cloths you had picked out.

It was in the middle of a discussion between you revolving around the seating arrangement - if you should dare to sit Pierre and Esteban next to each other just for the sake of the drama bound to unfold - when he declared it only right to order food and grant yourselves a break. Although that seemed like mere moments ago, it wasn’t long before the doorbell rang.

“Food has arrived!” Daniel hollered from the corridor after he had shut the door and tumbled into vision with his hands preoccupied, holding a mountain of food. You realised then why the door had slammed so forcefully. “Time for our much-needed break.”

Daniel was exhausted, all the planning the two of you had done had drained the energy out of him, and you honestly couldn’t fault him. You had anticipated getting minimal work done, assuming you wouldn’t be able to concentrate with Daniel hovering around you.

Yet to your surprise, Daniel had been very persistent throughout the whole process - preparing a checklist at the start of the afternoon, scribbling down all the tasks that needed to be completed, and they were efficiently checked off one by one. You were now officially one-third of the way complete, and considering it was a lengthy list - you were more than satisfied.

“Oh, thank god,” you praised, shutting your eyes in relief.

“I genuinely think I could have married that delivery man on the spot,” Daniel joked as he walked to the kitchen; you assumed he was taking the initiative to plate up your orders and deciding it was only fair to help out in some way.

Tidying up the mess you had made in his living room; you mentally scolded the two of you for making such a mess in the first place. Pens, paper, planners and folders were scattered across the sofa along with the coffee table, some random pieces of stationary even making their way onto the floor.

You quickly began organising everything into piles, and as your stomach growled, you glanced up at the clock to notice you had arrived at Daniel’s apartment almost four hours ago.

“Hungry?” Daniel joked, having heard the loud grumble of your stomach as he stepped back into the room.

The sight of the two plates in his hands made your mouth water. “Didn’t even realise it until now - I’m starved,” you admitted, graciously accepting the plate he handed you and carefully planting yourself back onto his sofa.

“Well, eat up!” he encouraged, “can’t be having my girl starving, can I?”

“Such a caring boyfriend,” you sarcastically swooned, pretending to fan yourself with one hand as you dug into the meal with the other.

“Shut up and watch the movie,” Daniel rolled his eyes at your antics, placing the tv remote down once he had pressed play on whatever movie he desired.

“What are we watching?” you curiously enquired, propping your feet behind you to get more comfortable alongside the driver. Your knee brushed against his own, and you could’ve sworn you noticed him move an inch closer to you.

“Hopefully, one that shuts you up for a few minutes,” the teasing tone of his voice warmed your stomach, yet you still plastered an offended expression on your face. Lightly swatting him across the shoulder, you finally managed to get him to lock eyes with you.

His eyebrows were raised, granting you the opportunity to disagree with him. He was a cocky little shit.

“And here I thought we were starting to like each other,” you pouted, turning your attention towards the tv screen, though still feeling the intensity of his gaze on the side of your face.

“Oh, I like you a lot, princess,” Daniel admitted, forcing himself to rip his gaze away from you and towards the movie he had previously been insistent on watching. What kind of spell did you have over him to allow such words to tumble from his mouth?

“I just think id like you more with your mouth closed for a few minutes, that’s all,” he carelessly shrugged, digging into his meal before it turned cold. Fine, you figured. If that’s how he wanted to play it, then that’s how you would play it.

Remaining silent, you blankly stared at the tv, paying more attention to the food you were placing into your mouth than the words exchanged between the actors on the screen.

Seconds turned into minutes, and soon the two of you had finished your meals.

No sound came from either of you as you discarded the plates in the kitchen. You briefly wondered if Daniel was aware of the game you were playing with him, but your thoughts briskly came to a halt when he flashed you a cheeky smile your way.

Of course, your foolish attempt at the silent treatment was exactly what he had wanted.

Returning to the sofa, the scenes playing on the screen in front of you made no sense; the only thing you seemed to be able to focus on was the feeling of Daniel’s knuckles brushing against your bare arm. He looked comfortable in his current position, legs spread and arms casually draped across the back of the couch.

You knew deep down the feeling of his hands against your arm meant nothing; he was seemingly engrossed in the movies, never once taking his eyes off the screen. Yet still, butterflies swarmed your stomach. If a little touch was enough to set you off, you worried what a kiss would do.

You watched him through your peripheral, ignoring the movie that you never wanted to watch in the first place. You subconsciously leaned into him, barely registering your actions until one of his fingers wrapped around the side of your arm.

Two.

Three

Four fingers now brushing up and down your arm, as high as your shoulder and as low as your elbow. Delicate, calculated movements from the man himself.

“Are you going to stop ignoring me anytime soon?” he pondered, his head tucked into your neck, words brushing against your ear, making your heart race at your newfound closeness. You turned your head to look at him, noses brushing his ever so slightly, yet neither of you made any effort to move back.

“Thought you liked me better with my mouth shut,” you raised an eyebrow at him, not missing the way his gaze dropped to your lips, his tongue moving to dampen his bottom lip; he pondered over his response. You would be the death of him.

“Turns out I missed that little voice of yours,” his nose brushes against your own, and you need to hold onto his shoulder in anticipation of what is coming next. His muscles are solid under your fingers, and the urge to squeeze his skin becomes too overwhelming.

You watch him gasp at the sudden contact.

“Flattery gets you everywhere in life,” you muse, your hair falling into your face as you lean down into the driver, blocking the movie playing from your view. You shiver when Daniel plays with the strand, and he notices.

“I can grab a blanket if you’re cold,” his voice was raspy in your ear, goosebumps forming on the back of your neck as his breath began to explore the area, his lips are so close to your skin you can feel the teasing smirk on his face, yet still he refuses to make contact with you.

“Think I’m content exactly where I am,” your words came out more breathless than you had anticipated, showing Daniel just the effect he had over you. You can’t find it in yourself to care as his hand fell from your arm to rest on your waist. Your own hand moves upwards to wrap around the nape of his neck, hoping he would get the hint and make the first move.

“Yeah?” he questioned, the movie playing in the background echoing through the room, yet the only thing you could hear was his voice. Moving back to face you again, his eyes bounce between the two of yours, searching for any hint of doubt in them. He refuses just to assume he got so lucky.

“Yeah,” you nodded, unable to think of any words and opting to repeat the ones that sounded so beautiful coming from him.

When his free hand moves to cup your face, you’ve already convinced yourself he’s going to kiss you.

You tilt your head into his touch, enjoying the way his thumb moves back and forwards on your cheek; he’s so gentle with you that if you hadn’t been watching him so intently - watching the way his eyes bounce across your face and the way his hands drift across your body - you would have been completely unaware he was even touching you.

His eyebrows are furrowed, and you want to smooth out every frown mark on his face, bringing back the smiley Daniel everyone knows and loves; you opted to ask him a question instead.

“What are you thinking so intensely about?” you whisper. There’s no need to be any louder; with how close the two of you are, you’re surprised he can’t hear your heart beating against your chest.

“You’re really cute,” he speaks quietly to you, yet you wonder if you heard him correctly, although his words are certain. Wonder if he has just granted you a compliment on the safety of his own home.

“What was that?” you don’t mean to tease, but the smile that made its way onto your face is hard to knock off. Daniel’s cheeks blush at your words, and he ducks his head into your chest, too embarrassed to repeat those same words.

“I said you look like a boot,” he muffles into your chest, a kiss pressed to your exposed shoulder before he gains the courage to look at you again.

“A cute boot, though,” you smile, loving the momentarily control you have over him before it flips again.

When his hand snakes up your neck, the dynamic between you shifts, and Daniel again holds all the power.

“Please tell me I’m not reading this wrong,” he speaks against your lips, and all you can offer in response is a shake of your head. You don’t even know if he’s looking at you, your eyes solely focused on his lips and the lack of space between you.

Your eyes fall closed, only to be ripped open when you hear another Australian accent, one although familiar, not belonging to the man sitting opposite you.

“Hey - oh shit, sorry, mate, didn’t realise I was interrupting!”

Michael’s voice causes you to close your eyes in despair at the same moment that Daniel harshly sighs against your lips.

“Hi, Michael,” you weakly offer after a few moments of silence. Looking over at the driver, you frown at his agitated position. His head is thrown back across the couch, his eyes shut and jaw clenched.

“Forgot you were coming over, Mike,” he mumbles, finally sitting up straighter and acknowledging his friend and fitness coach.

“I really should have sent you a text,” he grimaces, refusing to move from his current position in the hallway, awkwardly standing there while you and Daniel practically grope each other on the sofa.

Deciding it would be in your best interest to at least try to ease the awkward tension in the room, you move away from Daniel and opt to greet his friend properly.

“If Daniel had told me he was expecting company, I would have made myself look more presentable,” you speak aloud, giving Michael a brief hug before pulling away, holding him at arm’s length.

“You look as great as always, Y/N,” he compliments, shooting a glance at his friend before continuing with his sentence, “way out of his league.”

“Okay!” Daniel hollers, standing up from the sofa and making his way over to you, “I have to go train with Michael now, but I’m more than happy to bring you home before we go.” He looks you so deeply in your eyes that it’s hard to say no, and soon your head is nodding up and down of its own accord.

***

Michael lets you take the passenger seat, deeming it only fair since you were the one dating Daniel, not him.

You could see how excited he was for your relationship, clearly ecstatic for his friend to be settling down after a rough period. If his excited energy didn’t give away his approval of your “relationship”, then his constant questions certainly did.

“How did this,” he spoke, motioning between you, “even happen?” He sat in the middle of the back seat, face hovering between yours and Daniel’s body.

On a normal occasion, you would’ve been wracking your brain to think up an elaborate story to entertain his questions. But Daniel’s hand is on your thigh, and you can’t help but wonder if what you felt between the two of you in his apartment was real or if it was all to put on a show for Michael. You didn’t know which idea made your stomach swirl more.

Yet, for once, Daniel seemed to be thinking ahead and anticipating Michael’s question. He simply shrugged and snaked his hand further up your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze before answering.

“I asked her to pretend to be my girlfriend for a while, and she stupidly agreed.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop asking questions now,” he huffed, clearly not believing the secret his friend had just confessed.

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