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[raz-writes-the-thing]

A Hug? (Marvel Drabble)

Loki Laufeyson x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: You ask Loki for a hug. He's very Loki about it.

CW: It's Loki, it's fluff, it's a new(ish) character for me haha (discounting my many FrostIron works on ao3 from yonks ago, of course)

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“Can… Can I have a hug, please?” 

It’s said so quietly that you’re not sure Loki’s even heard you. You should know better by now though, he’s always known what you needed. Hell, he’s always known what you were thinking before you did. He just… was good at reading people. You particularly. You supposed that tended to happen when one spent their many, many lifetimes taking account of things. Planning things. All the things, really. 

But you know he’s heard you when his eyes flit towards yours, a cocky grin spreading across those thin lips. That grin has given you nightmares, daydreams and many, many orgasms. And he always loves it when you ask him for things, dangling your request like a carrot to a rabbit. Not that you minded. His games were dangerous but fun. 

“A hug?” He asks, arching a brow, the word sounding alien on his Aesir tongue. “Really?”

You fight the urge to split into a grin of your own. There he goes, dangling that carrot. Loki moves closer. Careful, calculated steps, hands clasped behind his back. He steps around you, leaning in close to intimidate you. It works… barely. 

“I am Loki, God of Mischief, and you, pathetic mortal, have just asked me for… a hug?” 

You can’t help it now, playful joy radiating from your cheeks. Loki breaks himself, chuckling and wrapping you up in his arms. He holds you tight, burying his face into the back of your neck and breathing in the smell of you. 

“God of Mischief,” you sigh, relaxing back into him. Loki hums. It’s half in agreement and half in acknowledgement. He noses against your hair before turning you around in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. 

“That I am,” he replied, brushing a thumb over your cheek. 

“That you are.”

[intrepidacious]

step number one

summary: You haven't kissed anyone in a couple of years. Johnny's more than happy to help you out.

pairing: johnny storm x f!reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings: friends to lovers, making out (in the name of practice) please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: this was supposed to be my valentine's day fic but here we are. c'est la vie. hope you still enjoy this fluffy nonsense a week later 🫶🏼

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"You got any plans for tomorrow?" Johnny asks the day before Valentine’s Day, spread out on your bed like usual, his eyes not lifting from his phone.

You snort. "Yeah, right."

There’s something, you think, about the aggressively pink-and-flowers-and-chocolate aesthetic of this month that well and truly makes you want to throw up. 14 per cent discounts and coupley pictures and cutesy videos have been flooding your feed for the past week and a half, and with most of your friends neatly paired off as well, it’s like there’s absolutely no escaping the—

"Why not?" Johnny asks. "I mean, pretty girl like you gotta have guys lined up around the corner." The smile in his voice is sincere enough to let you believe he really does mean that as a compliment.

"First of all, ew," you reply, closing your app after yet another "date fit" video. "Second, the last date I went on ended with the guy leaving the country, so there’s that." Granted, you’d known about his travel plans beforehand, but still.

Johnny pushes up on one elbow. "Really. Coffee shop creep?"

You scowl at him. "Don’t call him that."

He’d been nice enough. Paid for your drinks and museum tickets. Hung his jacket over your shoulders when you started shivering. Yes, he’d also ghosted you and gone to Iceland, but it wasn’t like you’d known him that well.

You’d only gotten your hopes up too soon, like you always did.

"That was your last date?" Johnny says, attention fully on you now. "Wasn’t that, like, four years ago?"

"Five," you mumble, your cheeks heating. Almost six, but who's counting? "So, no, I’m not doing Valentine’s Day."

Being single is much easier, anyway. You don’t have to consider anyone else in your life; don’t have to wonder about what they’re doing or whether their family liked you or if they’re planning a three month trip abroad … huh. Maybe that one’s still somewhat of a sore point, after all.

"Why haven’t you gone out with anyone in five years?"

"I don’t know, it just sorta happened. Not everyone goes on a date with a new person every week."

"Gross exaggeration."

"Not really," you say, nudging his side with your toes. "Do you ever see those girls a second time?"

"Sometimes. Hey, when did this become about me?" He catches your foot when you make to poke him again. His smile doesn’t waver, but his voice becomes gentler when he speaks again, a little more serious. "I thought you want a relationship."

You swallow.

"I do," you say quietly. "It’s just … it’s scary. I don’t like putting myself out there, and I’ve been so busy with everything else. I don’t have time to worry about small talk or the fact that at this point I don’t even know how to kiss anyone anymore."

It’s a vicious circle, really. Wanting something serious while also being terrified of anything serious. And suddenly, almost without noticing, years have gone by and nothing has changed at all.

Next to you, Johnny goes very still.

Honestly, it’s not the reaction you’ve expected. Deep down, you thought he’d laugh, tease you about the fact that it’s been nearly six years since you’ve gotten intimate with anyone. Sometimes, you want to laugh about it yourself, even though at the same time, you don’t find it funny at all.

But Johnny Storm has always had more layers than people give him credit for; even you, sometimes.

"Do you …" His voice cracks and he clears his throat, staring at the wall behind you. "Do you wanna practice?"

You blink, heat rushing to your cheeks before you even understand what he’s asking. "Practice what?"

"Kissing."

…

Maybe your brain short-circuited. There’s been some misfiring in your neurons, mistranslating his actual words, because there’s no way on earth he’s just suggested what you thought you heard.

"I—"

"It’d be one less thing for you to worry about, you know," he interrupts, talking quickly. You’ve never seen him look at you this intently. He seems to realize from your stunned expression, and a shadow of his earlier smile softens his face. "Don’t worry," he says. "I don’t bite unless you want me to."

Your mouth opens and closes a couple of times, your heart pounding so loud you can hear feel it behind your temples. "I don’t know how to respond to this."

"Say yes," Johnny says. "We can just try it out. We don’t have to bring it up again after today, it’ll just be … preparation, you know? Step number one of getting you back in the game."

It doesn’t feel like a game at all, this suggestion.

The craziest part about it, though, is that you are seriously considering it. You stare at him, his pretty blue eyes and his cocky grin, and the earnest expression behind his nonchalant façade. No matter your answer, he wouldn’t judge you.

Besides, it’s not like you’ve never thought about it.

You’ve caught glimpses of Johnny kissing other girls one too many times not to secretly wonder what it would be like. To feel his lips on yours, the heat of his body pressed against you, your hands gliding over the short buzz of his hair.

It’s longer now, maybe even long enough to tangle your fingers in and yank.

"Fine," you say quietly, and watch his smirk falter ever so slightly.

No matter his grand bravado, he clearly didn’t expect you to agree. It’s sweet, the way he scrambles to sit up properly, not even caring that his phone drops to the floor.

"Yeah?"

You swallow, nod. There’s an excited blush spreading on his cheeks that’s kind of endearing but also makes you want to melt into the ground. The way he’s staring at your lips makes you feel aware of every single cell in your body. You can’t remember ever being looked at like this.

"Do you want to …?"

"I don’t know, can you just—"

His hand cups your cheek, warm and steady. He’s always so warm.

"Close your eyes," he says lowly, and they fall shut of their own accord.

You don’t think you’re breathing as you wait, your hands fisted into your blanket as if you’re trying to hold on for dear life. Maybe you are.

For a very long moment, nothing happens, and you’re starting to feel like you’re being ridiculed after all. Like you’re going to open your eyes to Johnny laughing in your—

His lips brush against yours, just a single, careful touch, lingering, testing the waters. You don’t dare to move, or breathe, or do anything but feel. Your mind is racing, even though you cannot catch a single coherent thought.

The sheets rustle, the mattress dipping as Johnny breaks the kiss, adjusting his position. His thumb is still on your cheek, a gentle caress.

"You in there, darlin’?"

"Yeah." Your grip loosens a little.

"Okay." His breath fans over your lips. "You wanna try again?"

You’ve barely started nodding before he dives in again.

This time, you’re a little more ready for it, moving your mouth against his experimentally. He smells nice. You don’t know what to do with your hands.

He pulls away again and your heart tugs painfully, but he only tilts his head the other way and goes back to kissing you, still so soft, so languidly, like he has all the time in the world. He makes no rush of deepening the kiss, which is so like and unlike him at the same time.

It’s you, then, who leans in closer, your tongue slipping into his mouth, your brain going in and out of focus with each shuddering breath as he responds fervently. His fingers move down to your chin, angling it just a little. One of your hands lands on his shoulder, seeking balance.

He tastes sweet. Dangerously addictive.

This time, you’re the one to move back, your eyes flying open, feeling like his fire has set your entire body aflame. "How’d I do?"

Johnny blinks a couple of times, staring at your mouth, his pupils blown wide. You press your lips together.

"Not bad," he says hoarsely. "Maybe a little …"

"What?"

"Come here."

He catches your hands, putting them around his neck. It’s an awkward position, the rest of your body still angled away from his until he raises an eyebrow.

You realize there’s two options before you, and you’re not ready to have him on top of you in your own bed.

Instead, you straddle his thighs, looking over his shoulder to not have to meet his eye. His arms fall around you, settling at your lower back, pleasurable heat crawling up your spine.

"This okay?"

You kiss him again.

He makes a startled noise against your mouth, tightening his hold on you as his head drops back, granting you easier access. Your heart is pounding so wildly in your chest it’s making you dizzy.

It’s the most natural thing in the world, to kiss him like this. To scratch your fingernails against the nape of his neck until he makes that sound again. It vibrates against your tongue, and you melt against him, his body hot and solid against yours. Even when you come apart for air, he’s the only real thing in the world.

There’s nothing innocent about the way your mouths crash together now. He swallows your surprised moan like he’s been hungering for it, his hands bunching up your shirt at your back. You shudder against him when he grazes bare skin, each new touch burning in the most delicious manner. You’re weightless, intertwined, content to never again draw a single breath that hasn’t fallen from his lips first.

His tongue slides against yours, tasting your mouth in a way that borders on desperate. You press even closer to him, your fingers slipping into his hair in that way you’ve wanted to for longer than you’ve cared to admit even to yourself, hips involuntarily stuttering against his until he groans, responding in kind to each push and pull.

Finally, after what well may have been hours, you come apart, your forehead pressed to his, chests heaving. You don’t want to open your eyes; don’t want to return to the aftermath of what you’ve just done.

"Go out with me."

You sit back. Johnny’s arms are still draped around you, and there’s a mesmerized smile on his face as he looks at you. "What?"

"Go out with me. On a date." His voice is rough and strangely hopeful, and it makes your stomach flutter. "I promise no small talk."

"You’re not serious."

"About you?" His gaze drops to your lips again. "Always." His nose bumps against yours. "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" You exhale shakily, dropping to a whisper. "That’s soon."

"Hmm."

"Maybe I should practice some more before then."

He smiles against your mouth.

thank you for reading my first full length johnny fic 😌 i'm sure it won't be the last. if you want to see more of my writing, check out my masterlist or follow @intrepidacious-fics for update notifications!!

[judesmoonbeauty]

Lover's Contract: Jude Jazza - Epilogue

MDNI.

This is a fan translation only. Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is a full translation. Creative liberties are taken for characterization and smoother translation process. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.

The sea breeze caressing my bare skin wasn't as cold as I thought it would be.

— Perhaps it’s because it’s like a warm spring night for this time of year, or because my beloved’s heat burns against my skin.

Jude: Ya look damn good.

Kate: …Aaahhh.

Jude: Ya always clench down here ‘n don’t let go. My fingers are gonna wrinkle up.

His long fingers that sunk between my legs, make slow, repetitive movements.

That stimulation is definitely driving me mad.

Kate: Jude, I love…..I love you.

Spreading my legs wide, I put my hands around Jude's neck.

My moans spill into Jude’s ear, as I tell him I love him—.

Immediately, amethyst eyes tinged with dissatisfaction looked at me.

Jude: What, ya think tellin’ me “I love ya” after I make ya feel good’s gonna satisfy me?

Kate: Oh, I don’t think that.

Jude: Hmph, then if ya wana keep goin’ whaddya gonna do?

“Ya know what, dontcha”, amethyst eyes sneered.

The provocation made my heart beat faster, and overwhelmed with emotion, I grabbed hold of Jude's shirt.…..

Kate: I love you……Mmm.

I pressed my lips deeply against his, then slowly brought my hands down to unbutton his shirt.

(I’m embarrassed to do this myself…..)

(And yet, I can’t wait to do it. I want to touch you, Jude.)

Unable to resist the waves of emotion, I touch his exposed chest.

Jude: …..Yer so bad I ain’t feelin’ nothin’.

Kate: Mm, well I’m not done yet.

Opening his shirt from side to side, I passionately drop kisses on his chest, his navel and lower abdomen.

Even so, Jude barely reacted….Feeling frustrated I looked up at him.

Kate: Jude, I want to make you feel even better. So,……

I touch him over his trousers.

Jude: Fuckin' pervert. Think puttin’ me in yer mouth’s gonna be ‘nough?

Jude doesn't just say 変態 a 'hentai'. He uses 'dohentai' ド変態. "Do" which conveys the idea of "extreme, mega, super, very," or can be used as a expletive prefix for dirty words like hentai. I am opting to translate it this way.

Kate: You should consider any proposal of an affair positively, even if it’s abnormal. That’s one of the 'Three Rules a Lover' must keep.

That’s something Alfons taught me before the mission.

Jude: Are ya so desperate to touch me yer bringin’ up that walkin’ offense to public moral’s nonsense?

Kate: Don’t talk like it’s just because I’m frustrated, there’s more to it than that.

Kate: Jude, I’ve always wanted to make you feel good in return.

Kate: But, I couldn’t bring myself to say it without this opportunity.

Jude: So, ya can say it now ‘cause yer my lover?

Jude: If ya say so, then lemme see whatcha got.

(What.)

When I suddenly stare back, his amethyst eyes flicker invitingly….

I took a deep breath and slowly lower myself in front of Jude, who was still standing.

Jude: I’m tellin’ ya, I won’t forgive ya if ya suck at the way ya touch me.

Kate: Okay, I’ll do my best.

I loosen his belt, and then —

Kate: …..Mm…..Mmmnn….fuwaha….[slurp]….

Jude: …..So damn bad. How ya gonna pull off yer whole, ‘Jude, I wanna make ya feel good,’ like this.

After being insulted, I swallow Jude and start a series of aggressive attacks.

Maybe his insults are one of the things that now completely fuel my pleasure.

Jude: Now yer gettin’ in the mood.

Jude weaves his fingers through my hair and grabs it.

When I gazed up slightly, I saw his eyes narrow with pleasure as he looked down at me….

(He’s starting to feel it….)

I was so pleased that I wrap my tongue around his shaft, and traced it from the base up to the tip.

Jude: ……..Already at the limit.

Kate: Jude, if you’re at your limit, I’ll keep go-

Jude: Ain’t gonna cum from somethin’ like this, ya idiot. Yer the one who’s at their limit.

Just as I thought I was being held in his arms, I was placed on top of one of the oak barrels that were lined up —

And the next moment, he penetrated me to my deepest part.

Kate: Ah, Aahhhn!

Jude: Knew it, yer soakin’ wet.

Jude: Didja get excited suckin’ on me?

A faint aroma of wine wafts from the swaying oak barrels, and the sweet smell arouses dirty feelings.

Kate: Hah, Ahh….I love…. you, Jude.

Jude: Just like a fool only rememberin’ one thin’.

Jude: How much d’ya love me?

Jude sighs and kisses me deeply, devouring my sweet moans.

(Jude’s filling up every part of me.)

We kissed incessantly, embraced each other, and left red marks all over the other’s necks.

Jude: The only thin’ a person can’t fill alone’s an empty heart.

Jude murmured, “We’re together 'cause we're empty.”

— Maybe, it was his way of responding to what I had said to that woman.

But at the mercy of the intense, overlapping heat, I could only call Jude’s name.

Kate: Jude…..Jude….Ju-Aahh.

Jude: Ya might suck at givin’ head, but yer top o’ the class like this.

Jude: It feels so damn good.

When I heard the words “feels so damn good”, my mind went blank.

Under the moonlight, I was wholly filled with Jude.

-In all the places that a person can’t fill alone.

[Event Master List]

So, this seems to be a thing with Jude...like as soon as starts feeling good by Kate, he'll stop her before she can progress and take control. Not because he's about to come, but he's just impatient. He blocked her in his BD event, so CONGRATS Kate! Hopefully, he'll let you practice more....

Anyway, the way they talk about their emptiness here.....my heart. The way they find solace, happiness and love in each other....Ugh, I can't wait for the sequel!

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[back2bluesidex]

Best Fucking Friends - JHS & PJM (18+)

Part of my Milestone Drabble Request Game. Find the request here.

Pairing: Hoseok X fem!reader X Jimin

Theme: PWP, Smut, threesome (?) NSFW!!!

Wordcount: 2k+

Summary: Guess, your dumbass ex-boyfriend did the right thing for once by dumping you. Your best friends are more than happy to fuck you into oblivion.  

Warnings: Explicit sex, unprotected sex (it's a no no), throat fucking, tit play, oral (both party receiving), little bit of insecure reader, jimin is blonde (yeah, that's a warning). tell me if there's more.

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: enjoy the flith.

It’s almost pathetic how you are standing at your best friends’ door, wearing a thin tshirt and a pair of sweatpants, hair disheveled, sticking to every direction because of the tantrum you threw earlier.

Two bottles of soju and a dozen beer cans dangling from your arms resting inside two black polyethene. Heavy indeed, but you can manage.

You jab at the doorbell again, way too impatient to get inside your comforting nest, in their comforting embrace, but you don’t know what’s taking them so long. 

After almost 3 minutes of keeping you outside, Jimin finally opens the door and his eyebrows shoot to reach his hairline. 

“Y/N? hey?” he speaks through his plump lips but you are way too angry and frustrated to give into his ethereal beauty. 

“What the fuck took you so long? It’s been a lifetime since I started ringing the bell!” you spat at him, shoving him aside as you welcome yourself inside their apartment. 

“Ah! We thought our neighbor was here again to complain about our overflowing trash.” Jimin follows you inside as he takes a look at the items you are placing one by one on their coffee table. 

“I thought you had a date with your dumbass boyfriend today?” Jimin places carefully and you ignore his question. 

“Where is Hobi?” grabbing a beer can, you jump on their plush couch. God! You love this couch more than your own. 

“Taking a shower but that’s not important! You just ignored my question. Is everything alright or not, Y/N?” Jimin’s expression turns serious as he comes and sits down beside you. You ignore him again, taking a big and loud gulp from the beer can. 

The bathroom door clicks open and your other best friend walks out… wearing only a bathrobe. 

Your eyes fall on Hoseok and you almost choke on the beer. 

The loose neck of the bathrobe hangs low on his sharp collarbones, water drips down from his wet jet black hair and drops on his chest, and gradually gets soaked in the fluffy material of the robe. 

You shamelessly check him out even when you know Jimin's basically sitting beside you and can see you thirsting over his roommate slash best friend. And if you are not wrong, you probably see Jimin smirking a bit. 

“Y/N?” Hobi exclaims as soon as he notices you sitting on the couch, “didn’t you have a date?” 

That’s it! You come to your best friends for some solace but all they have to talk about.. Is your date!

“Why the fuck do you guys have to talk about him? He dumped me! Do you guys hear what I am saying? He fucking dumped me!!” you scream at the top of your lungs. Your eyes turn blurry and before you close them you see Hoseok running to you. 

Within a moment, you find yourself being sandwiched between two warm bodies, one slightly wet and another way too soft. 

Before you know, you start crying, “that fucker said he doesn’t feel the same way for me anymore! He said he found someone else and thinks that she is the soulmate he was looking for! That nutjob!” 

Jimin rubs on your back saying, “it’s his loss, completely his loss.”

“I thought we could be something. I thought- he loves me! Fuck! I am a fool! Why would anyone fall for a cold, short-tempered, not-so-attractive 27 year old like me?” you shout again, voice already hoarse. 

“Stop talking nonsense.” Hoseok rolls you into a sharp rebuke, “since when you are so low on your confidence? Did you forget how many guys you had warped around your fingers back in our uni days? Nothing has changed since then. You are still very much attractive and you still have at least two guys all whipped for you.” 

Two guys? Wait! He isn’t referring to him and Jimin, is he?   

“Which two? Show me?” you reply, trying to sit straight on the couch. 

“Us” the hushed word comes out of Jimin’s lips. You whip your head to meet his eyes.

“What? What do you-” 

“You know what we mean, Y/N.” Hoseok says softly. You again turn your head to take the man in. your eyes bore into his darker ones and you realize your usual jolly Hobi is very much serious now. 

“Since when? And both of you? Wait! Don’t tell me you guys have fought over me or something?” Both of them break into laughter at this. 

“Not at all, darling. We aren’t highschool kids. We are grown up men and we know the pleasure of sharing.” Jimin speaks in a very sultry tone and that’s when you finally take a good look at the blonde man. 

Jimin has this gender-neutral charm that can rock anyone off their shoes. You will be lying if you say you are completely immune to those beautiful eyes, smooth blonde hair, perfect set of white teeth, that round juicy booty and especially those plump lips of his. Only you know how many times you imagined the taste of those pink muscles. 

However, that’s it. 

You didn’t think of taking your thoughts any further, especially when you have a big fat crush on your other best friend. 

You have always been on your knees for Hoseok since your university days. But you have always admitted the fact that he is way too good for you. So, you tkept your feelings bottled successfully. 

You might not be a giddy mess around him anymore but doesn't that mean you don’t feel weak for the man, especially when he is sitting right beside you, wearing nothing but a bathrobe and practically confessing that he has a crush on you too?

What the fuck? 

“Sharing? You guys wanna share me? h-how?” you shutter, being completely aware of what you are asking.

Hoseok looks at Jimin and gives him a knowing lopsided smile. 

“You wanna see how? Answer in yes or no.” Hoseok’s aura changes in a heartbeat and the sentence comes out less like a statement and more like an order. 

“Y-yes.” You shutter again.

“Good girl” Jimin whispers right behind your ear, “then you will do as we say, right?” 

“Yes” this time your voice comes out breathy. You already feel heat on your core even though the men haven’t even touched you yet. 

“You trust us, right?” Hoseok voices softly, as he tucks a stary strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Yeah.” another lone word slips past your lips. 

“Let us take the charge then. And tell us to stop whenever you feel like. Okay?” Hoseok’s eyes flood with warmth and darkness at the same time and you don’t know how it is even possible. So you just nod in agreement. 

“Strip.” Jimin says firmly and your eyes go wide.

“W-what?” you ask for confirmation.

“You heard me.” He states. You have never seen Jimin this serious for the entire 8 years of knowing him. You take a look at Hoseok, who seems to be waiting for you to comply with Jimin’s order. 

So you do.

Standing up on your feet, you slip out of your tshirt first, then your pants, then your bra and lastly your underwear. Just when you are about to throw your underwear away, Jimin extends his hand towards you, clearly asking for the article. 

You place it on his palms, embarrassed of the tiny wet patch caused by your impromptu arousal. 

“Bunny, huh?” Jimin chuckles at the cartoon bunny printed on the front side of your panty. He caresses the material for a moment and then takes it to his nose and inhales sharply. You start leaking due to his actions. 

You are way too busy with Jimin that you don’t see Hoseok ravishing your naked form with his eyes. He is very impatient. Finally after 8 years he is about to get the chance to taste you but you are too busy to observe Jimin’s antics. So he tugs at your hand and gains your attention. 

“Lay down, angel, let me have a taste.” Hoseok’s voice dips down a few octaves lower causing a shiver to run down your spine. 

Jimin takes the hold of your upper body and leans it down on the backrest of the couch. Hoseok moves on his feet, sits down on his knees right between your legs. 

Parting your legs gently, he hums in satisfaction, “umm.. Wet already.” 

The way Hoseok eyes your cunt, makes you gush out more arousal. The slick drips down your core causing Hoseok’s mouth to water. 

On the other hand, Jimin starts placing small, wet kisses on your jawline. Even though his position is a bit awkward, that doesn’t seem to bother him. 

His kisses travel down to the south and reach to your cleavage. But before you could react to that you feel a wet muscle testing your slicked slit. You look down to find Hoseok staring straight at you while lapping up your juices rapidly from your cunt. 

Jimin has also started licking at your perked nipples, flicking and biting those to his heart’s content. 

Fuck! It’s too much. Having your tits and cunt eaten out at the same time? A pleasure you never thought you would experience, that too, by your very own best friends. 

Hoseok takes your clit into his mouth while stretching your wet heated hole with two of his fingers right when Jimin digs his fingers into one of your tit and bites your other nipple harshly. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck” you moan out a string of curses. Heads on the cloud, you feel euphoric. What in the world did you do in your past life to deserve this pleasure?

You start clenching around Hoseok’s fingers as he keeps on abusing your clit with his practiced tongue. He knows you are close.. You know it too.  

“Are you gonna cum, angel?” Hoseok whispers. His mouth and nose glistens with your arousal. You nod. 

A harsh slap lands on your wet tit. “Use your words, bunny.” Jimin commands. 

“Yes. yes gonna cum- ah! Fuck!” Hoseok cuts you off mid sentence by twisting his fingers and pressing down on your g-spot. 

And you cum unannounced, on Hoseok’s tongue. He sucks up every last bit of it.

“Look at her, hyung. She drenched you.” Jimin’s tone is sultry, lust drips from it. 

Hoseok chuckles darkly, “think of how much she would cum on our dicks, Jimin-ah!” 

You know they are teasing you and you would fight them usually but right now you are defenseless, in your post orgasm glory and you want them to keep going. 

“Fuck me please.” you murmur, pulling yourself out of your fucked up state, “fuck my cunt and mouth at the same time, please. Please!” you beg. 

They look at each other for a brief moment, coming to terms, Jimin says, “You sure you can take it?” 

“Yes! Yes I can.” your breath gets heavier with the anticipation of their cocks inside you one by one. 

You take one of both of their hands and place those on either of your tits. 

“Fuck me.. Please.” you beg, yet again. 

“Fuck, Y/N. you will be the end of us.” Hoseok bites his lips,as he squeezes your supple flesh, he continues, “On your fours, ass up, right now.”

You oblige. 

Jimin walks behind you and you know, he will be the one to fuck you first. Hoseok stands right in front of your face. He slips out of his bathrobe. His cock stands tall and proud. You start salivating at his sight. 

Talk about length and girth, he got it all. 

Craning your neck you take a look at Jimin. He, too, is naked now. And his cock is literally the most beautiful one you have ever seen. 

Hoseok places his hand on your chin, tilting your head back at him, he mutters, “are you ready, angel?”  

You reply saying yes. 

“Open both of your holes wide of us then.” he commands, you comply. 

Soon your throat and cunt fill with a pair of dicks belonging to you two hot best friends. And you can’t be happier. 

Guess, your dumbass ex-boyfriend did the right thing for once by dumping you. Your best friends are more than happy to fuck you into oblivion.   

[longlostaccount]

“ so, gotta boyfriend.. ? ”

✦ pairing : {college boyfriend} suguru geto x fem!reader

✦ warnings : smut, cusses, pet names, teasing, taunting, typos, ! minors + ageless blogs dni !

✦ A/N : redoing my whole blog >_< || GHOST FACE GETO FANART AT THE END >:3 || oh my gyats, this is longer than my usual stories

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it was a usual day. going to your boring classes where you just end up falling asleep, going out with your friends and then rotting in your bed all day long.

yet, something seemed quite off…

usually, there would be your group of friends bothering you. satoru, ieriei, kento and yu. yet, theres one other person as well.

ah! your lover!

you haven’t seen him at all today, not even in classes. well, that’s pretty common since he usually just skips them since the teacher is lecturing about nonsense. plus, it’s college! you’re able to leave class without getting called out.

but still. even while eating out at the buffet satoru made all five of you go, suguru wasn’t there. you remember kento mentioning how he hasn’t seen suguru, yet no one bat an eye on his comment.

as you were staring at the ceiling, just thinking about your day, you suddenly get a phone call from an unknown number.

huh. that’s strange.

you thought to yourself.

usually, you wouldn’t receive unknown numbers, unless they were scam callers. but you’ve blocked them all already. perhaps a new one?

you knew you shouldn’t click that green button, yet it just seemed so tempting. something in you, your guts, was saying to press that button and bring the phone to your ear. so, out of pure curiosity, you did.

“…” you nor the other person said anything, just yet.

with the awkward yet seemingly terrifying silence, you quietly mumbled out, “hello.?”

the person on the other line, seemingly to be a male voice, chuckled. perhaps he could tell you were scared? I mean, you were about to stutter but you caught yourself.

“so…” the man from the other line began speaking, his voice low and naturally raspy. “you scared?”

what do you do? if you lie, he’ll most likely instantly tell. but, you never like admitting your true feelings. yet, there’s nothing you can do, this man will probably track down the truth.

“cmon, sweetheart, answer me~” he taunted you, impatiently waiting for your simple answer.

“yes, I am scared.. what about-”

he cut you off, chuckling at your fear. “of course you are.. I mean, look at you.”

“look at you?” is he watching me?

you think to yourself, wiping off the sweat of fear from your forehead.

as a few seconds of silence from you two go on, the man started teasing you, “I can hear your heaving breathing, sweetheart.”

sweetheart?

what a weird pet name to call someone, especially from an unknown number.

“.. just tell me what you want..” you grumbled out.

“begging for the truth, huh? so bratty..” he purred in the phone, his voice sending shivers down your spine just from his tone of voice.

“besides..” he was starting to talk once more. “you’ll learn soon.”

damn it. you were pretty impatient, and for waiting for the reason why this unknown number was calling you is driving you insane.

the other line let out a bored yawn, then whispering in his natural raspy voice,

“so, gotta boyfriend..?” he purrs.

“excuse me?” you responded, not even thinking about saying that. it was just a surprised response to his unusual question.

“you heard be, darlin’”

“you gotta boyfriend?”

“yes.. what about him?”

the other line chuckled softly, as you heard a shake from a doorknob. it couldn’t be your doorknob… right?

“comin’ in darling.” he whispers, ending the phone call.

as the door open, it was a tall guy, seemingly to be 6’3 in a black coat and a mask. the ghost face mask from Scream.

he took it off, revealing to be your boyfriend, suguru geto.

“s- sugu?!” you stammered in shock.

he hopped onto the edge of the bed and lays down on his stomach, resting his head on your lap. his head radiating his warmth onto your cold fragile lap.

“I scared ya.” he mumbled out, having a taunting smirk, like he was triumphed that he scared you.

you couldn’t help but lift up your hand and graze it on his hair, ruffling it every now and then. “couldn’t ya tell it was me?” he commented, leaning into your touch. “no.. you changed your voice, suguru!!” you grumbled out, pouting. “ah, I supposed I did, doll.”

he then grabbed your waist and lifted you up in the air, him adjusting himself to lay on his back. he then put you on his already harden length, chuckling at your widen eyes. “aww, what’s wrong?” he teases you, pretending to act clueless.

as he said that, he started making you grind against his bulge, making you gasp in surprise.

“woa woa, suguru!” you stammered out, him slapping your ass hard to wane you to shush.

“you don’t know what we’re about to do, not yet…” he whispers. “be quiet… these dorm walls are thin.” he grumbled, taking off your shorts.

“wearin’ my shirt again?” he commented, his baggy T-shirt being oversized for you. “goddamn it, I won’t be able to see your ride me.” he grumbles, taking off ‘your’ shirt, leaving you with a loose tang top.

he pulled down his pants, along with his boxers and threw them on the carpet floor with your pant and panties.

“it’s not gonna fit.” you mumbled, turning your head to the side to see it grazing against your clit. “oh, yes it will doll.”

he then pushed you down into it without warning, not even with letting part of it in first for you to get comfortable with it.

“tell me if it hurts.” he warns, not wanting to hurt your small fragile body.

his large hands on your waist did the job, not him lifting part of his body to keep thrusting into you, not you having your own body bouncing up and down, his hands did it.

“o- oh!” you gasp, looking at suguru, still in his ghost face costume.

“uh huh, keep making those sounds.” he grumbles, picking up his pace with his hand on your waist. “hmgh.!” you whimper out, revealing your neck to him with your eyes rolled back and his hand on your mouth.

“keep making those sounds..” he repeats, adding, “don’t be so loud we get ‘another’ noise complaint.” he teases you.

he saw the bulge in your walls, his length revealing aganist your skin. it was just so tempting to give a little push to it, so he did.

“nonono!” you stammer, as you leaned against him, laying on top of him so he doesn’t see you squirt just from that simple push.

he chuckles as he lifts you back up, your juices all over his length. “you’re so cute..” he mumbled, as he restarted his pace.

“gah!” he moaned out load. “soso much…” you whisper.

too big..

you think to yourself, your lips quivering, and as you were getting dumb from his length, he came into you.

“f- fuckkk..” he groans, smirking at your lips skittering.

he gave some gentle smacks on your ass and whispers, “boo.”

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by aransmind on tiktok

[lovings4turn]

ᯓ★  𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 (𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒)

— a few days have passed since you last saw lando, yet your feelings are as strong as ever. there’s nothing like another party to finally set the record straight. (3.2k words)

+ aka. part two of don’t delete the kisses (and my longest fic to date on this blog !!)

+ again mentions of drinking and clubbing, largely fluff . lando n reader are only slightly tipsy ! this took far too long to get out but she's finally here - hope you all enjoy !!!

it had been three days since you’d gone to the club, and three days since you’d consequently fled from the club due to your inability to act normally around lando norris.

you hadn’t seen him since then, but you’d texted back and forth from the morning afterwards. you’d felt bad about the whole thing, just leaving without even finding him to say goodbye, and so made up some excuse about getting too overwhelmed and not wanting to ruin his night with your desire to go home.

and because he was an angel, lando didn’t even question you. instead, he instantly accepted your explanation, assuring you it was more than fine as long as you were okay. he could go without a goodbye, if it meant the best for you.

eighty percent of your subsequent conversations were complete nonsense. ever since you had became close all those years ago, lando had taken it upon himself to text you every single thought he ever had, no matter how menial or silly.

embarrassingly, as a result of being down so, completely, horrifically bad for him, you found each and every one endearing. yes, even the god-awful memes he would send you religiously between the hours of two and five am when he couldn’t sleep.

perhaps it was even worse that you’d go on to forward said memes to other friends, pretending that you had found them. you were unable to prevent the laughs that would escape your lips every time your phone buzzed with a notification from lando.

one on hand, you were on top of the world. on the other, you were going insane.

lando had positively taken over your mind, every corner of your head filled with deep brown curls and impish laughter. even the most menial things proved to link back to lando in some way, a tangled red string of association that to anyone else would make zero sense but was obvious to you.

you were icarus, and lando the sun; something to dream of but never to have. you were certain that if you chased him, your wax wings would melt rapidly as you succumbed to your impulses before you crashed onto the harsh ground of reality.

learning to cope with the heavy feeling of yearning was something you could do. suffering with a little heartache to keep lando in your life far outweighed not having lando at all.

being definitive in your decision to bury your feelings didn’t mean it wasn’t a struggle, though.

now more than ever, it seemed impossible to not think about lando, or talk about him, shout his name from the rooftops so the whole world could hear the praises you would sing for him. it appeared to be a pretty clear sign that you were losing any remaining shreds of self control, but what could you do? no matter how many times your head said no, your heart would tell you that it would always be lando, one thousand times over.

a notification lit up your phone screen, and you were convinced it was a sort of cruel taunt from the universe. 

landonorris just posted a photo!

it was borderline masochistic, the way in which you tapped the notification instantly and allowed yourself to be led to lando’s latest instagram photo dump. alongside a few selfies, pictures of him from that night in the club were littered throughout, and though he was posing with friends in each photo, your eyes were focused solely on him.

without really thinking, you pinched the screen, zooming in a little further to admire every detail of lando’s face that had been captured by someone’s iphone. the moles that were dotted across his face like they’d been individually placed there, the unruly curls that begged your fingers to find a home in them, and that fucking smile.

realisation hit soon after, and you caught yourself with a groan. here you were, sitting looking at his pictures with a dopey, love-sick grin on your face, acting like a teenage girl with an innocent classroom crush.

“god! might as well write all over a notebook that he rocks my world or something,” you scoffed, mock disgust lacing your words.

oh great, now you were fucking talking to yourself. christ, what had he done to you?

in an act of frustration, you quickly liked lando’s photo before throwing your phone onto your bed, partially hoping it would get lost amongst the pillows so you couldn’t find it again and fawn over more pictures of your supposed best friend.

a distraction was what you needed. and so you stood up and made your way into the kitchen, praying that maybe cooking a nice meal for yourself would sort you out. either that, or you could hit yourself over the head with a frying pan and hope that the concussion would remove any feelings that breached the label of ‘platonic’.

and for two whole hours, your plan had worked. 

not only were you able to enjoy the delicious meal you’d made, but also got through a good few episodes of the new tv series you had started watching a week or so ago. the lando shaped hole in your mind had been replaced by witty dialogue and pointless character drama, and you were beginning to think that you had everything under control.

that was until you returned to your bedroom and reached for your phone once more, your lockscreen lighting up to display yet another text thread from lando.

lando: going out tomorrow at 10!!!

lando: be there or be square😈

lando: i need my best dance partner w me

fingers dancing across the keyboard, the text was sent before your brain could even think about the invitation.

y/n: i'll b there🥳

it was official: you were absolutely fucked. 

. . .

it was 10:28pm and you were already questioning your decision to come out.

you would say that you had no idea why you’d even agreed to the invitation, but that would be a lie. you knew exactly what had convinced you to get dressed up and leave your house tonight, and that reason was currently grinning at you from his place at the bar, clothed in another stupid button down shirt and sunglasses, of all accessories. 

how he had managed to make sunglasses indoors not only acceptable, but attractive to you was just another sign of the power that the man held over you. you’re sure that if you told your friends, they’d never let you live it down. and hell, you wouldn’t even blame them for it.

from the moment you had arrived, lando had commanded your attention. there wasn’t an inch of your body that wasn’t intently tuned in to every word he spoke, each movement of his limbs and the expressions on his face. he had you completely hooked, and you were letting it happen, swept along in the riptide of your stupid crush,

whether it was from the pulsating house music, the shot lando had shoved into your hand the moment you’d shown your face, or even just lando himself, you felt electric. sparks of lightning rippled beneath your skin, every last nerve in your body buzzing with anticipation for something that you couldn’t even put your finger on.

butterflies swarmed your stomach, and if someone were to tell you you were looking at lando with stars in your eyes, you would have no doubt that it was true. because as he grinned at you once more, the lively groups of club-goers began to fade away leaving only a vignette of his figure.

you were experiencing every romantic cliche in the fucking book, all thanks to him.

you were unsure as to whether it was a minute or a hour before he was standing in front of you again, the scent of his aftershave almost taunting you as it enveloped you. lando was expertly clasping two vodka cokes in one hand and two shots of tequila in the other, sporting a lopsided smile.

“lando!” you groaned, actions betraying your scolding tone as you reached out to pluck the shot from his hand before grabbing your drink, careful not to cause lando to spill anything. 

the last thing you needed right now was to spill a drink on lando’s white shirt. the sight of the material slowly becoming see-through until it offered you a glimpse of his tan, toned skin was more than you would be able to handle. 

lando held up the plastic shot glass with a cheeky expression, a silent toast to god knows what, before he tipped the liquid down his throat. his face quickly soured, and he wasted no time in seeing off a large portion of his drink in an attempt to rid himself of the tequila flavour.

“woah, woah, slow down there,” you laughed, gently pushing the cup away from lando’s mouth. “got the whole night ahead of you.”

watercolour eyes dropped to glance at your hand, lando’s stare lingering even after you had pulled your hand back towards your body hastily, as though merely being in the proximity of his body was enough to burn. 

you would have thought it odd, if lando hadn’t immediately taken your hand into his larger one and stalked off towards the dance floor, gently tugging you along without a word. your mind told you that lando had simply felt the effects of his drink quicker than expected, and it took him a minute to realise that leading you to the dance floor was the mission he would give himself for the night.

flashbacks of the last time you were out clubbing with lando played in the back of your mind like an old movie, something you would put on in the background for comfort yet wouldn’t pay much attention to. 

one dance turned into two, and then three, and before you knew it you had been dancing with lando for the better part of an hour, both of you expertly adapting your moves to match the vibe of whatever song the dj decided to play next.

one of the many perks of attending clubs with formula one drivers was that there was an ever-flowing supply of alcohol. it was something you’d discovered after the first few times you had gone out with lando and his friends: you would finish your drink and before you could blink, someone had shoved a new one into your hand, the cup still marbled with cold condensation.

your current drink had been supplied by max, or maybe even carlos, a far too strong liquor mixed with nowhere near enough soda for your liking. your nose scrunched up at the taste, and lando laughed before gently plucking the cup from you, his fingers brushing against your own for a fleeting moment. 

a fire burned in the pit of your stomach, noticing that lando’s lips landed perfectly over the lipgloss mark you’d left moments ago. an indirect kiss. 

much like your own moments prior, lando’s face twisted up into a grimace at the taste, and he shook his head furiously.

“that's fucking awful,” he claimed, leaning down a little to shout his complaints into your ear. “whoever bought you that has shit taste.”

“says the man who bought a round of tequila earlier in the night.”

lando chuckled, mumbling a ‘fuck off’ that held more adoration than malice, in your humble opinion. like he had rehearsed it, lando smoothly palmed your drink off onto max before delicately taking hold of one of your wrists, twirling you around just like he had done a few nights ago.

possibly driven by a subconscious want to set right the events of your last night out, you repeated your own actions and spun lando under your arm in response.

lando’s grin was almost blinding, and he pulled you towards him, your hands still clasped by his as he moved your limbs around like the world’s worst puppetmaster.

you were convinced that, had he had enough room around him, he would have spun you both around until you were dizzy, a move he’d pulled many times when you were dancing together in one of your kitchen’s to pass the time it took to cook your meal. 

sadly, lando had to settle for flailing arms and uncoordinated shimmies, his priority making you smile rather than trying to look suave amongst the mass of bodies at your every turn. 

a few other drivers started to join your circle, handing you both more drinks as they tried to engage in miscellaneous conversation and playfully poked fun at yours and lando’s lack of coordination or apparent shame.

unable to control who stood where, thanks to the power of free will, you had been separated from lando, instead flanked by oscar and george whilst he was wrapped up in a conversation with max fewtrell.

thanks to his position across from you, lando was able to catch your eye, his brow quirked slightly in a silent question meant only for you to decipher. you nodded, a clear response to his wordless communication.

as though it were planned, you and lando began to leave. this was how your last french exit should have been; no longer were you alone and flustered, stumbling into the back of your uber with the desire to bash your head off of a brick wall.

no, this time you had lando’s hand in yours, the pad of his thumb brushing soft circles against the back of your hand as he expertly manoeuvred you both through the crowd, informing you that a car would already be there to take you back to your flat with him in tow. 

apologetic texts and goodbyes weren’t necessary this time around, if the loud, obnoxious whooping and whistling from pierre and charles were anything to go by. with their propensity for gossip, you were sure that every inhabitant in the club would be informed of your swift exit with lando within the hour. 

the ride home was filled with melodic laughter as lando made it his mission to unload every observation he’d made in the past few hours onto you. he’d taken particular interest in the argument two girls were having when he was waiting at the bar, and left no detail out as he recounted the whole event like some sort of one man show, his only audience you. 

the streetlights you passed caused a flickering glow to dance across lando’s features, and the momentary flashes of illumination caused lando to look otherworldly, all shadows and contours framed by deep curls.

lando was so caught up in his story that he was oblivious to your wonderstruck stare, completely unaware of the way you were drinking in every last inch of him, committing each miniscule detail to memory and storing it away for a rainy day. 

good, you thought. he’d only take the piss anyways.

the alcohol rendered you both a little unsteady on your feet, and you snorted a laugh as lando stumbled through your front door, catching his shoe on the tiny step that led into your apartment. 

whoever lived underneath you would likely be cursing your name right now, as neither you nor lando were too concerned about remaining quiet and light on your feet as you bumbled over to your bedroom. comfort was the only thing on your mind, though you made a mental note to push an apology letter underneath the poor soul’s door the next day. 

making himself at home, lando threw himself down onto your bed, the plush mattress eliciting a soft groan from him. his once closed eyes snapped open as you tossed a pair of his joggers at him, a pair he’d left at yours a few months ago (and that you may or may not have ‘forgotten’ to return to him.)

“i’ll get changed in a sec,” lando promised, sinking back into your sheets. “you can too. just, come on, lie down for a bit.”

lando delivered two quick pats to your bed, perhaps hoping it would prompt you to join him faster than you already would have. secretly, you were glad that he thought you needed convincing to lie down with him for a moment.

you pretended to consider it, eyes flitting over to where your makeup remover sat, before you gave in, mumbling an ‘okay’ as you clumsily removed your shoes and clambered onto the bed next to him.

the gap between you both was barely there. if you moved your hand just slightly, your fingers would brush against lando’s side. how easy it would be, just to grant yourself a slice of heaven for once.

lando’s voice brought you out of your trance. 

“when you left, last time…”

an unfinished question. lando was clearly attempting to seem nonchalant as he broached the topic that you had both been skirting around since it had happened, his eyes trained onto the thread of your duvet that he had busied his hands with. 

in that moment, you didn’t think you could ever lie to him, no matter how humiliating the truth was. 

“it got too much. y’hands on me and everything, i got too flustered. i just didn’t want to make a fool out of myself, i guess,” you admitted as an embarrassed smile played on your lips. 

a giggle trickled from lando’s mouth, prompting you to roll onto your side and face him with a raised brow.

“what’s so funny?”

“nothin’. just the fact you fancied me so much that you had to run away from me,” lando responded, grinning mischievously.

your response came in the form of a pillow hitting lando square in the face.

“oi!”

the pillow came flying back, but missed your body by roughly a couple of inches, the alcohol clearly impairing his usually decent aim. 

“missed me,” you taunted.

unexpectedly lando’s face lit up at your words, and he rolled closer to you, propping himself up onto an elbow so that his face was hovering over yours.

you swallowed thickly at the sudden movement, eyes darting across his face frantically as though his motives would be written into the curve of his smile.

“think there’s a saying about that,” lando mused, a hand trailing up your side so gently that you half believed you were imagining it. “missed me, missed me, now you’ve gotta kiss me, or something.”

and if that wasn’t a sign to press your lips to his, you weren’t sure what was.

you swallowed lando’s sound of surprise as your lips melded with his own, his mouth soft and warm as he more than returned your affections.

clearly not content with the level of control he possessed, lando briefly pulled back and swiped the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip before attaching his lips to your once more, gently sucking the flesh into his mouth and nipping at it with a smirk.

it was slow, and a little sloppy, a blend of tongue and teeth as you desperately tried to taste as much of each other as possible.

your grip on lando’s shirt was vice-like, as though you were scared he would disappear if let out of your hands for even a fleeting second.

“don’t worry, ‘m not going anywhere, pretty girl,” lando teased softly, punctuating his words with another kiss. “y’stuck with me.”

and suddenly, everything had become clear. it was always going to be you and lando, a love that would transcend a lifetime.

tags : @wintfleur @faerieroyal @starriesworlds @itscrzy @ssararuffoni @tbsloneely @onecojg @basicchelsea

[callofloony]

HIIII OMD I LOVE YOUR WRITING (it brings me a world of comfort). I hope your doing well and I'm here to ask if you are willing to do like a father figure price to reader bc the reader is like rlly young. Wait lemme explain. The reader wears a mask bc they know how young they look and on a mission the mask gets ripped off and they all see reader's face (Looks way younger than gaz). Then after that price does subconsciously starts being all fatherly to reader and they just full in melt bc of it. The rest of the 141 can oso join in with fatherly or brotherly love. NOT FORCING OR ANYTHING. Anwy can see I love yapping and if your uncomfy with this I'm not forcing just ignore it<3, that's all (ignore any spelling mistakes I suck ass in grammar) take care. Byeeee!!!<3333

Kid. (Price)

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Tags: MW Reboot Price, fatherly Price, no use of “you” or “y/n” but can be read as self-insert, gender neutral character, use of “they”, fluff, slight mentions of neglect, slight angst, definitely inaccurate military jargon, leg and face injury, slight medical inaccuracies, touch starved reader, reader and price are desperate for love in different ways, idk the word count but it’s long, not proof read forgive me

A/N: (i’m a minor, nsfw and 18+ blogs will be blocked) DUDE THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTTEEE WDYM 😭😭😭 YAH OFC I CAN DO THIS!! Sorry if im responding rlly late im a dummy who forgets?? People actually like my stuff???? and i don’t think tumblr dates when asks r sent LMFAOAOAO. I kinda did something different than what you said but i hope the premise is similar enough! Masked reader who has to remove said mask is always fun <33 I LOVE FATHERLY PRICE!!!

~Writing under the cut~

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They were well aware of what usually happened when their mask was off. “You look so young.” “Are you sure you’re old enough to be here?” And other sentences people had for them. It used to be patronizing, they worked hard to get this far… But now it was just second nature. “I know.” “I’m here for a reason.” Was usually what they responded with. Luckily, that seemed to let up a little once they joined TF141.

They were still teased, but it was for different things this time. Like how Ghost’s style had been copy pasted onto someone new, how the mask made them look like they were trying to be tougher than they were, their aim…

Now it just felt like mates being mates, it was very unserious. They actually enjoyed it since their team weren’t being deliberately mean-spirited or questioning their abilities. Because they deserved to be here, damn it!

Their life hadn’t been great up until their enlistment, it’s part of why they wore the mask. To shield their vulnerability. Partly because the vulnerability made them look even younger, and partly because the mask hid how dearly they craved affection.

Absent parents combined with not connecting well with people their age culminated in often being alone most of their life, and while it was easy to deal with then, it’s a little harder now because of the family they’d been accepted into. Their team.

3 brotherly figures, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap.

Ghost was often the no-nonsense type until he got the chance to crack jokes and take the piss, then it was free game. They didn’t know much about Ghost, but they were close enough with him to lay down each other’s lives for the other if need be, and that was enough.

Gaz was similar in that bullshit was off limits for him unless he had the chance to take the piss, teasing his captain and fellow sergeants frequently, and even finding moments to fuck with Ghost, but even then he was slightly more serious than Ghost was. He didn’t like to crack jokes in serious moments, which is understandable given his previous position. Though, the chaos he had at his side to be unsheathed when needed made up for it.

Then there was Soap, the man, the myth, the legend. He got off to pushing his superiors to their limits and questioning their orders into oblivion, yet being as loyal as a dog when it came to carrying out mission plans. He was the demolition expert with a knack for making bombs from nothing, a stereotypical love for his country, and probably the most obviously empathetic of the three.

They were an odd bunch, but they definitely carried a lot of love for the new addition of their team, giving guidance and advice and even accepting some advice of their own.

Then there was Price. The one who’d brought everyone together. He loved his team with a fierceness only a father could, and damn it, it definitely felt like it.

He always seemed to have an air about him that just told you he was a good protector (I mean… Quite obviously, he was in the military.), but a protector in a different way.

Anytime he interacted with kids during missions, he was great at keeping them safe and calm. He knew how to distract them from the horrors warfare brought, and damn it… Part of them wished they could have that too.

There were moments, the occasional dad joke or a softness in his voice that was undetectable to a normal person. But it was noticeable to them, and every time it was a fight to keep themself from showing just how dearly they needed it.

Often times they just swept it under the rug. He spoke to everyone like that, it was just to keep things calm when everyone was tense and angry. It didn’t mean anything.

Then it all came ahead in this moment.

—————

“What’s your status?!” Price’s voice was shaky and slightly frantic over the radio, calling out to them after the accident. The mission had gone off the rails, leaving everyone scattered and at least slightly injured. Everyone had regrouped, apart from them.

They were lying against a crate, putting pressure against a wound on their cheek and leg after narrowly avoiding being knifed. Unfortunately, they didn’t dodge the bullet headed towards their leg. The knife had sliced their mask, causing blistering pain and ruining their cover. They huffed, collecting themselves before they responded, sounding angry and hesitant as they adjusted themself.

“Alive, but I can’t walk right. Bullet to the shin. I’m near the Northeastern portion of the warehouse, enemies are scattered everywhere, try to keep quiet.” Price’s heart ached a little at their clearly off tone, they sounded pained, and pissed, and even a little nervous. Who wouldn’t be in their position?

“…Copy, we’ll find you. Try to stop the bleeding.”

That was the last thing Price said before things went dark and they were alone, pulling out some gauze and cotton pads to stuff the wound and try to stop the bleeding for now. It was painful, but it kept them alive.

It’d been about an hour after they were found and 141 was able to complete their objective, hesitantly patching their wounds and assessing each other until they could get proper care. The brunt of the injuries had gone to our masked figure, stubbornly fixing themselves up in the evac. Price wasn’t having it though.

“Get over here, y’can’t stabilize that on yer own…” He moved to approach them, causing them to shoot a slightly stubborn and annoyed gaze before wincing slightly, biting their lip to keep from groaning in pain.

“…’M alright, Cap. I stopped the bleeding, and that’s all we need for now.” They shook their head as they leaned against the wall, causing Price to huff and cross his arms.

“It’s not gonna hold up for the 5 hour trip, gimmie yer leg.” Price spoke a bit more firmly this time, and they could feel the need to be cared for begin to rear it’s ugly head again, so to hide it they continued to argue.

“Captain—“ But they were cut off.

“Kid…” Price didn’t realize what he’d said until it slipped out, and he could immediately see the way their eyes flickered in response. Their breath hitched at the warning, like how a father would speak to his kid…

Finally, after freezing up for a moment they relented. The two were silent as Price worked, but both were freaking out for different reasons. Price had used “son” on Ghost, Soap, and Gaz before, but this felt different, more deliberate, and he didn’t understand why.

Meanwhile, they were still hung up on the fact that Price had called them that in the first place. They noticed it too, like this had been firmer and a little more hesitant then when Price called the others similar things. Like he meant it more, and it was frying their brain.

After about an hour, Price was a little more confident that the wraps would hold up. Now he’d decided to burry those previous feelings for later, up until he noticed the tear and the blood stain in their mask, and a surge of protection returned. He seemed just a little more nervous and worried as he gestured to that specific injury, he’d have to remove the mask to help, and they’d never been seen without it before.

Their eyes flickered up to Price again, still having conflicting emotions over being called kid in such a way, but for some reason… They felt more willing now, and they nodded softly. They just hoped no comments would be made at their complexion.

Price was surprised when they allowed him to reach for them, but he wasn’t going to complain at the trust given, simply nodded softly as he gently pulled away the mask. Oh… That’s why.

They definitely looked young, way too young to be here despite what their multiple legal documents stated. Large eyes, smallish lips, minimal skin blemishes, a small nose, full cheeks… They looked like a fucking teenager. No wonder why Price had been so desperate to protect them.

They noticed his look and averted their gaze, their breath hitching slightly, especially at how much more gently Price was handling them now. Normally they didn’t like being treated as fragile, they were strong and capable. But they’d let it slide this once, they were injured after all.

It took far less time to patch their cheek than their leg, but it probably would’ve taken even less if Price didn’t seem so hesitant. Like he was worried he’d break them more. Why did this feel good? They should be mad at him for treating them like glass! But, they weren’t… And that scared them.

Price eventually pulled back with a soft sigh, quietly moving to sit next to them as they averted their gaze again, looking slightly embarrassed at their behavior. But Price didn’t mind weirdly… And that scared him.

“…Y’Should rest.” His voice was soft, an air of protectiveness lacing his tone, making them want to shiver. This was their captain, they were capable and able to tale care of themselves, they shouldn’t want to be protected by him more.

“…Not tired.” They rushed out their words to keep from melting, and it only made Price huff again before wrapping an arm around them, causing them to jolt slightly before they were pulled against his shoulder.

“That’s an order.” He looked towards Nik with a sigh, trying to judge how much longer the trip would be. Not because he wanted it to be over soon, like he normally did… But because he wanted to relish in this moment for as long as possible. He didn’t understand it.

They hesitated for a moment before they finally leaned into his touch, allowing themselves this moment of peace and sanctuary despite how inappropriate it might look to anyone outside of 141. They justified it as Price just being physically close with his team, which he was. It didn’t mean anything.

Yeah, it meant nothing.

————

It’d been a few days since that incident, and they were on bedrest recovering. Everyone’s presence and care was a comfort to them, but Price just being there made them want to melt all the damn time.

They’d felt a bit attached to Price before, but they figured it would fade with time and they’d fall into a pretty standard military relationship. Work, and work only. Now that attachment was growing, and they didn’t know what to do about it.

There was a growing tension between the two, an elephant in the room neither wanted to acknowledge in fear of disrupting the status quo, and it was causing distance. Price used to visit them more frequently than this, but now he was only there with someone else in the room, like he was frightened of himself when they were alone.

He couldn’t take the feeling that made his heart swell, this protective urge he felt every time they looked into their soft eyes. It reminded him of finding stray children who’d lost their parents amidst enemy bullets and bombs, the ones who’d sob and cling to him until they passed out in his arms.

That was probably the hardest part of his job, and now it was following him.

Eventually, he couldn’t avoid visiting on his own any longer after being forced to do so by the rest of his team. They’d known something was up between the two for a while, they just hadn’t said anything.

Their masked comrade sat up with a hesitant look as Price awkwardly approached them for the first time in a while, looking tense, like he was trying to keep himself from shaking. They both were

“…How’re you feelin’?” His voice was soft with that same sense of nervousness and protection he’d had before, quietly scanning them for discomfort. Great, now he wouldn’t be able to be ripped from their side, even if the others tried.

They looked at him with an almost small gaze, making them look even younger, and it made his instincts flare up again. This kid was gonna be the death of him…

“…Feelin’ better.” They didn’t say much else, their fingers twitching as they tried to hide their desire to he held like that again. It’d be inappropriate to initiate and inappropriate to ask for, they didn’t want to ruin this moment.

“…H-Haven’t seen you in a while.” Their voice was a little softer than before as they looked away, making Price’s heart ache again. He wanted to ask them not to look away, to come back to him, but that was unprofessional.

“I’m sorry, it’s been… Hard. We’re still tryin’ to fix that botch job. Been difficult without your help…” The subtle praise didn’t go unnoticed by them, and it caused them to tense up again, their breathing a little shakier than before as they tried not to melt.

“…I’ll be outta bed rest soon, then I can get back to diplomacy at least. Where are we at now?” They looked back, causing a flicker of relief and affection to flow through Price’s body.

“Found our targets next hiding spot, we’re off the moment we get clearance. They’re worried about our performance after how that last round went.” He sounded slightly frustrated even though it hadn’t been his fault, like he blamed himself for letting them be hurt.

“We’re the best of the best, why else would you have gotten funding in the first place?” They smiled softly at him, causing his heart to flutter a little. He smiled back, speaking without thinking.

“…Thank you, sweetheart.” He flinched immediately after, his lip quivering as his eyes widened. Damn it, this is exactly what he’d been afraid of. He watched as they also flinched, frozen in terror as he waited on their response.

But instead of being upset and kicking him out like he expected them to, he was taken aback when they melted instead, full on slumping down with a shaky sigh, looking like they’re about to cry from relief.

It caught him off guard, especially when they looked embarrassed after, covering their face and shaking their head. Their craving was so obvious now, and it made him melt as well.

“…Kid?” His words were soft and hesitant, a comforting gaze as he tested “kid” again, the thing that started this whole mess. He watched as they melted, shaking their head before they finally responded.

“Wish you’d stop sometimes…” They sounded on the verge of breaking down, which immediately made Price’s heart swell as he instinctively reached out again, just like last time.

“…Talk to me.” His gaze and voice were firm, no room for arguing or denying him in the face of this issue. He was tired of avoiding this now, they needed to be on the same page or their relationship would crumble.

They flinched a little as their gaze was pulled to him again, hesitating for a moment as they held back tears before they shook their head, attempting to pull away.

“…S’Embarrassing,” They uttered, the fear of judgement crawling up their skin at how clear their desperation now was. They felt exposed… They should’ve denied him the first time. They weren’t supposed to need love from anyone, let alone their captain.

Price shook his head and gently grabbed them again, gently gesturing for them to come closer. He wanted to provide that love, and he’d be damned if they kept denying themself.

“I know embarrassing, love. Please, talk to me…” His voice was soft and gentle, like how a father would. It broke him that they were so insistent on being strong, even if it was clear they needed someone to put them back together sometimes.

They winced a little at his tone, melting into his touch again as they lost their resistance, shivering just a little. They’d never been so desperate for something before, and it was terrifying. But they couldn’t refuse an order…

“You’re… The closest thing to a father I’ve ever had before, and I don’t know what to do with that.” They spoke with a slight bitterness on their tongue, but not towards Price, towards themself. This shouldn’t feel as good as it does.

Price’s face softened, his concern making them wince again before they continued, shaking their head and keeping their gaze averted.

“…It’s completely unprofessional, and I don’t want to disrupt anything, I just…” They couldn’t continue as Price shook his head, his gaze pained as he pulled them close, making them flinch.

He was hugging them, but it wasn’t like before. This was a real, tight, protective, fatherly hold, like he wanted to cradle them and pull a wool blanket over their eyes, to keep them from the horrors the world had. He’d always been protective of his team, but this was different. This was intense.

“Oh, baby…” This was too much. They were very desperate not to get attached, but now Price was absolutely destroying them. They didn’t realize how badly they’d needed fatherly comfort until now, and it was making the tears in their eyes spill.

“…Y’Mean so much to me, luv. Don’t even realize how much I needed ta’ hear you say that.” In the spirit of making sure they didn’t deny themself the affection they needed, he wasn’t gonna deny himself the ability to provide it. He’d been so scared of losing them if he exposed just how deeply he cared, but now he knew they felt the same, and it was ruining his resolve.

They went limp in his grip as he trembled, their breathing shaky as they hugged back desperately, the craving for love was intense at this point, and they refused to make him let go just yet.

No wonder they’d felt so intensely towards each other, it’d been a combined need for familial connection on top of the nerves of losing one another, and that was devastating to them.

Both of their masks were off now, leaving them vulnerable and susceptible to tears… But they didn’t care, they just needed to indulge in the affection they both feared they wouldn’t get to provide.

“Y-You…” They were cut off as Price shook his head, tightening his grip. He wanted them to rest, to recover in his arms. He needed to know they’d be okay and protected. He would accept nothing less.

“No, baby, no…” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of their head. Maybe that was crossing the line between professional military relationship and fraternizing, but what the hell, lines had been crossed already. No one was there to judge.

They melted again in his arms as they nodded, their breathing beginning to slow as their body finally relaxed. They hadn’t been held like this in so long…

“…Don’ worry, you’re the closest thing I’ve had to a kid of my own.” Price had always wanted kids, but now that he was up in age and still in the military, there was a slim chance of him ever getting the chance to do so. They melted again at that statement and melted again, sniffling to try and keep their tears at bay, but they were failing miserably.

Price loved this kid as his own, and he wanted to protect them no matter what.

Slowly in his grip, their eyes begin to flutter shut at the coddling, their breathing beginning to soften as they rested their head on his chest, feeling his hand run through their hair as they shuttered softly, falling into the deepest sleep they ever had before.

Price huffed softly in a laugh, his smile wide but his eyes soft and loving. He sat down and pull them into his lap, closing his eyes and leaning over them to keep them as close as possible.

“…A’ve got ya, kid. Yer mine, ‘n ‘m not lettin’ anyone hurt you again.”

—————

A/N: I LOST A LITTLE MOTIVATION NEAR THE END BC I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO END IT :(( I HOPE IT’S GOOD FOOD THO! THANKS AGAIN FOR THE ASK AND FOR THE LOVE <33333 wrote this between classes so forgive me for grammar mistakes

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Roads part 3

4k2 | Joel Miller x fem reader Chapt summary: Joel doesn't know how to deal with his feelings, and loses control Warnings: 18+ mdni. possessiveness, jealousy, alternate POV, dirty talk, praise kink, masturbation, fingering, oral (f/m receiving), cum eating, unprotected piv, ass play, rimming, anal, creampie, light violence (not against reader or Joel) a/n: Thank you for beta-ing @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog 💞💞🫂 Playlist | ao3 | Series masterlist | Masterlist

Part 2

Joel hadn't had a serious relationship in years.

He didn't miss it, didn't want to risk integrating someone into his life. Sarah might eventually become attached to her, but what if it didn’t work out? It would  be another loss. The departure of Sarah's mother had been harsh, and their daughter had suffered too much from her mother's absence. He didn't want to hurt her again. 

So he went on with his life, without any additional ties, offering all the possible stability to Sarah.

Until the day he met you.

He had heard Tommy talk about you so much, for so many years, that he had been imagining… someone  else. A vague vision of you as a child and then as a teenager had formed in his mind, with all the stories he had heard all those years. Whether by an elated Tommy or by his parents bitching about the “nonsense they had done again” when he, slightly older, was already far too mature for his age.

One afternoon, your parents had stopped him when he came home from high school, their neighbors being furious at the cigarette butts both of you threw from your bedroom window to the neighbors' garden.

"No, I don't know where my brother or your daughter are, sorry," he replied, with a quiet sigh.

Now, years later, his work situation was worrying, and even if he had his old prejudices, you worked in a large group, held an important position there, so why not see where it would go?

*************

That evening at Alexandro's, he came leaving aside his prejudices, and after one meal, that image was forgotten. He had in front of him a rigorous, practical, and independent person. Serious. With an amazing quirky sense of humor.

************

The night of the gala, during your speech, he looked at you attentively. Your suit, your tie, your attitude. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

That night in his bed, after you brought him home, he thought back to what Tommy had told him, "Everyone falls in love with her." Joel thought about the fact that you had the balls not to stay after your speech, because you did not like the proximity of people. Thought about the phone call you had received.

He took his cock in his fist, and jerked off thinking of you, until he came, growling, sending his squirts on his lower stomach.

************

Several weeks had passed since then, and you had already seen each other far more times than any of the other women he had dated. He loved to fuck you. He loved that you had no limits. He loved how you two  complemented each other physically. But also more and more, he loved talking to you. Loved to know more about you, your way of thinking. He liked your seriousness, your humor. Those times were totally different from when you were fucking. You were calm, poised. And he sought that closeness more and more. Worse, he didn't want to lose it, he who hadn’t had long term relationships. This turnaround puzzled him, he didn't know how to handle it. He just knew he didn't want it to end.

*************

He had been hard all night at the restaurant since the moment you said you had talked to your ex on the phone. So he drove to your home fast so he could arrive before you, watch you walk up your driveway. He wanted to sink his cock into you, telling himself that during that moment, he would be the only one you would think about.

He had fucked you against your front door, so eager to feel you. He had been watching you, lying on your dining room table, your fingers sliding against your clit, as his cock was thrusting deep into you. He watched you cum and got lost in his emotions.

“Everyone falls in love with her.”

This sentence from Tommy haunted him. What if someone fell in love with you? And that he could no longer share those moments with you?

He who never attached himself, was afraid of losing the feelings that he had rejected altogether until then. And he handled them as best as he could. Painfully, and badly.

You tried to forget the discussion with Tommy. You missed Joel when you didn't see him. But you saw each other often, more and more.

Tonight you were at his house. You told him to sit on the couch, naked. You were standing in front of him in the dark, also undressed. The room was moonlit. He looked at your curves, his cock erect against his stomach.

You planted your feet on the couch, on each side of his thighs and settled down, your knees resting on top of the headboard, your crotch level with his mouth.

His gaze was up at you, eyes devouring you. You caressed his cheek, your other hand pressed against the wall. Joel put his hands on your bottom. You brought your pussy close to his mouth, and he started licking you, his eyes still fixed on your moonlit face. His tongue slid against your slit. You pressed against his mouth and felt your lower abdomen quiver at the touch of his tongue, pressed against your clit, twirling it under the tip of his tongue.

Your moans filled the room and you thought no one had ever given you pleasure like him. His tongue was fucking into you, as deeply as possible.

He reached out his hand towards you and said "spit", his tongue leaving you for a second.

He then took his cock in his fist, and started jerking off. Slowly at first, then harder, as he was fucking you with his tongue.

He growled against your folds. You imagined his hand on his cock, his strong grip, his confident and increasingly rapid movements. It amplified the pleasure you felt.

“Joel, please… my clit. Suck it. Make me come in your mouth. And come with me”

He slid his tongue from your soaking wet hole despite all the attention he was putting in licking everything that flowed from you, towards your clit and sucked it gently. 

He alternated licking and sucking. You felt your pleasure rising.

“Fuck Joel… Yeah, keep going. Go on…oh Joel…”

He began jerking off faster.

You came in his mouth, while he moaned and squirted his cum all over his hand and stomach.

You got off the sofa, your legs shaking, and settled down between his knees. You lapped up the cum that was smeared on him, and cleaned him.

“Fuck… baby...” he didn't finish his sentence.

You came to sit on the sofa next to him, your legs folded under you. He took you in his arms, and you remained entwined, naked, silent. He stroked your hair.

After a while, he stood up and took your hand, “Come with me sweetheart.”

He took you to his bedroom and asked you to lie on his bed, on your stomach.

He straddled you, and spread your buttocks with his hands, staring at your wet pussy and ass.

“ 'm gonna fuck you now… are you gonna be wise, my sweet slut? You gonna let me do it?"

"Yes Joel."

"Good girl."

He entered you with a slow thrust, couldn't resist feeling your pussy before preparing you for what he had in mind. He slid his cock, watching it enter you, shining with your wetness. He went back and forth several times before withdrawing from you, growling at not feeling you anymore.

You were waiting, getting more and more turned on.

He quickly glided his thumb against your pussy and spread your wetness. Going up more and more towards your ass, until his thumb reached your ring.

You moaned under his touch.

He lay down, his head between your thighs which he spread wide, and passed his tongue from your pussy to your ass. He lapped up and down, lingering more and more on your ass. He slipped a finger into your pussy and lingered over your tightest hole with his tongue, until he penetrated you with its tip.

He licked for a long time, to prepare you as best as possible.

He lay on top of you and entered your pussy with a slow thrust, his fists on either side of your head. Your body enclosed in his. He was fucking you slowly, deeply.

He grabbed something from his nightstand drawer, while he was deep inside you.

You heard the sound of the opening bottle. Then he put some lube on his fingers, before coming to massage your ring with it, his cock still deep inside your pussy.

You moaned, eager to feel him in the last hole he hadn't fucked yet.

“On all fours baby” he told you, before applying lube to his cock.

You settled on your elbows and knees, waiting.

"You're so beautiful baby. I'm gonna fuck you so deep. Want me to fuck your ass?

"Yes Joel, please."

"Good girl..."

He entered your pussy deeply, one last time, then he positioned himself against your ass. You turned your head and your eyes locked with his. The tip of his cock pressed against your tight ring, he began to thrust.

You looked at the headboard, and said “fuck, Joel…”

You felt all of your muscles contract against his cock, trying to push him away.

“Relax baby,” he murmured.

The tip finally inserted and you couldn't hold back a scream.

“I know baby, i know. Shhh it's gonna be ok. I know you can take it sweetheart. I want you to take it. Will you?"

"Fuck… yes Joel, I can do it"

"That's good baby. You're doing well."

He kept pushing into you.

“I wanted to fuck your ass so bad. You have no idea how many times I've checked it out. Thinking how good it would be for my cock. But I had no idea it would be that good.”

And he pushed until his balls hit your pussy, and he stayed down. You could hear him breathing heavily, when you felt fuller than ever.

“Fuck… Joel… Move. Fucking… move”

He spread your ass with his hands, watched his cock thrust all the way into your ass, your dilated ring throbbing around him. He took a deep breath to calm his excitement.

He began his movements back and forth, bigger and bigger after each push, until he came out almost completely with each hip movement, to immediately fill you totally again. You gasped, biting your lip with each thrust.

"Joel… too much."

"Oh no, it’s not too much sweetheart."

You got used to his girth, and he started shoving you harder and harder.

He whispered in your ear “I knew you were a slut. My slut."

You bent your elbows, sagging your chest against the mattress and kept your ass up, which he was clinging to with his hands, to the point where you thought you'd be bruised the next day.

Your head was resting against the pillow, your body was a rag doll waiting for every stroke of his cock.

He slid his hand against your pussy and stuck two fingers inside you, which made you moan. "I miss your pussy, but tonight, I'm taking care of another hole" He then pulled out his fingers and started circling his index finger against your clit.

“Fuck… it feels so good, my cock deep in your ass sweetheart.”

You felt your pleasure rising, filled with his length and the sensations that his fingers were giving you.

“You take me so well baby girl, so well.”

“Joel…” you said, unable to speak further. 

“Come on baby. Come on. I want to feel my cock even tighter in your ass, while you’re squeezing me.”

And you came, hard. Your pussy clenching around nothing, but contracting his cock buried in your ass.

“ ‘m gonna fill you up now. I'm gonna shoot my load deep in your ass."

He groaned, fucking you even harder, your feelings heightened, way too strong for your mind. Then he froze and you felt the jets of hot cum he sent deep inside you.

He pushed you forward until your knees gave out and you were lying with his body on top of yours, crushed under its weight.

He clasped your fingers in his and buried his head in the crook of your neck.

The only thought you had was the fear that gripped your guts, of not feeling him anymore. In you, against you. You were intoxicated by him, as you had never been by anyone. And while his cock was still in your ass, the spasms that continued in spite of you only squeezed him tighter, still making him groan.

*************

You two were at the pub, Joel picked you up after work. Joel had grown accustomed to these outings, but at the same time they contributed to his rising possessiveness. He saw men looking at you way too often.

More and more, he thought his reactions would be better handled if you discussed it. If, maybe, you talked about what your relationship was.

If it was official, he could hug you, kiss you, and show that you were his. He always ended up brushing the idea off from his mind.

You went to the bar to order a drink for the both of you. A guy approached you and offered to join him at his table, which you politely declined. He put his hand on your arm and asked if you were sure. “I already told you no” you told him, annoyed by his insistence.

"Get your fucking hand off her," Joel snarled behind you. You turned around, his imposing broadness making the other man, yet of equal height to Joel, appear ridiculously frail. You had never heard him talk with such a cold voice.

"That's ok Joel, he's leaving" but he didn’t hear you.

"Oh man come on… Just one drink and I'll give her back to you. Unless she wants to spend more time with me after that.  You know…" You rolled your eyes, exasperated that he was talking about you like you weren't there, shocked by what he had the audacity to say, and started to say "listen, man…"

And… Joel went mad. He hit him with a punch that knocked the man to the ground, grabbed him by the collar and punched him again. He shook his hand and grabbed your arm to pull you back.

At first you didn't understand what was going on. His movement to pull you away was too sudden, and you were in shock at what just happened.

You pushed him away and told him "fuck off Joel."

You left the bar and called for a passing cab.

Joel was furious. Furious at that man, furious at himself for letting himself go and unleashing his violent side. He came out of the pub, ran to his car and arrived at your house almost at the same time as your cab.

You told him to leave you alone, and spat back at him, “I don't need a fucking walking red flag in my life.” But he followed you until you opened the door.

"What the fuck Joel? What the fuck?! Are you mad behaving like that? You can't beat his ass like that just 'cause he's being a dick. You can't act like a fuckin' savage. Fuck Joel… You can't pull my arm like that. I'm not… i'm not yours. I'm not your damn property. You understand? I'm no one's property. So go fuck yourself and get the fuck outta here."

He looked at you with wide eyes and all his anger came back.

"He touched you," he growled.

"Do you have any idea how many times men act like jerks? He was probably drunk anyway. And I could handle  it myself. I don't need a fucking Neanderthal man to protect me in a crowded bar"

Tears were starting to appear at the corners of your eyes. it was too much for you. His reaction at the pub, that scene between you, you were cracking up realizing that everything had gone wrong in such a short time. You didn't understand his insecurity and it pissed you off and made you sad.

All of his anger went down at once. He sat down on a chair and put his head in his hands. " 'm sorry. I'm sorry... I... I don't know what happened to me. I... don't know what I was thinking. I'm fucking ashamed of myself. I don't know… I've been so scared and got angry. It was an instinct... Fuck. 'm sorry."

“Scared? What were you scared of?” He shook his head and didn't answer.

You sighed “Joel… you scared me there. Really”

“I'm sorry I... It wasn't directed at you. Not for a moment. I couldn't stand seeing him insisting and laying his hand on you.”

You were lost and didn't know how to react. You weren't used to that kind of rash reaction. Joel had lost control and you weren't expecting it. Seeing him so miserable broke your heart.

"Joel…"

You approached him gently, he took your waist in his arms, put his head against your belly and hugged you like a child.

You put your hands against his head. You didn't know if you were still mad, if you wanted to reassure him, or if you wanted… Something else. You felt the warmth within you awaken.  Felt that shadow jump deep inside you. That darkness.

He looked up at you, you stared at each other for a few seconds. And his eyes went dark. He got up and kissed you gently, stepped back, waiting for your reaction. Seeing that you didn't reject him, he kissed you again, more violently, your face between his hands, teeth against teeth, tongue against tongue. He bit your lip gently then licked it.

"So you're not mine, huh?"

His words made your pussy clentch.

You backed away, gauging his attitude. Assessing if you could go further. If he had regained control. You said "my safe word is "arrow". Understand me?" He nodded. He understood what you wanted. You hesitated a few moments, time to make sure that you were ready to play that game, and if Joel was capable of it too.

"No Joel, i'm not yours." 

You stared at each other again. You lowered your gaze to his lips, and bit yours. He grinned.

Your words confirmed, more than any way you had fucked so far, that there was definitely something dark in you. And that it was not him who managed things between the two of you. It was you, all along. Bringing him where you wanted to go. And he loved that, knowing that you were sure of yourself and your desires, and that you chose him to express that darkness. He felt like the two of you were a perfect match, more than ever. He allowed himself to think so. His insecurity was at rock bottom right now, and he was ready to give you anything you wanted.

"Yeah... well we're gonna see ‘bout that," he said.

He undid his belt slowly, and took it off and threw it on  the floor. Then he unzipped his jeans, without lowering them. He squeezed his crotch in the palm of his hand and walked over to you, ripping your blouse open and popping all the buttons. He kissed you, sliding his tongue in your mouth and mingling it with yours. The zipper of his jeans pressed against your lower abdomen, you felt his cock against your pussy.

He undid your bra and took off your pants and panties. Then he pulled his cock out of his jeans and boxers. You looked at his erect member and bit your lip again. He caressed himself slowly while looking at you.

"On your knees."

You didn't move.

"Not gonna repeat myself."

You knelt down and looked at him. He was still holding his cock in his hand, still jerking off slowly.

"Suck", he commanded.

You dripped your saliva on his cock. You took it in your hand and jerked it off, from the tip to his hand, and you surrounded it with your lips, still looking at him.

“Gonna fuck your mouth” He took your head in his hands, and started to fuck your mouth slowly. He clenched your hair in his fists, digging deeper with each movement. You were still staring at him, until you choked on his cock. You pulled back to catch your breath, then he grabbed the back of your head with one hand, his cock in the other, and slid it down until it touched the back of your throat. "Don't move", he said. You waited, full of his cock, and he released you.

“Get up. I'm not gonna cum in your mouth. Would be too easy”. He waved you up the stairs and followed you, like the first night you fucked, weeks ago. Once in your bedroom, facing you, he pushed you slowly back against the bed, until the backs of your knees bumped against it. You lay down with your legs apart and bent. He took off his pants and boxers and knelt down.

“You’re fucking soaked. Bet you were.” He licked you for a long time, and inserted his fingers inside you. You moaned. “Come in my mouth. Give it to me” Your orgasm floored you, your fists clenching his brown curls.

He licked his fingers, looking at you ��Mine". You shook your head, challenging him. Intoxicated by his attitude.

He grabbed you and pulled you up on the bed. “Spread your thighs.” You didn’t move. 

“Fuck… you’re really testing me.” He pushed your legs apart, forcibly, lay down between them and brutally penetrated you. You suffocated.

“Take my fucking cock” He said, as he settled a brutal path. You couldn't speak, only moan, your legs around his waist to feel him deeper.

“Mine?” he scolded.

“F… shit. Fuck… no"

“For Christ sake…” He grabbed you and rolled you back against the bed, face down. His hands spreading your ass, he licked the ring already wet from your wetness which had flowed over it since he had eaten your pussy, and pressed his thumb against your ring. He tickled it with his finger, forcing it little by little until he inserted it in your tight hole. He pulled out, spread your cheeks, spat on your hole and took his cock in his hand

Suddenly you got scared. Of his power, of the upcoming pain. That it would be too much. "No Joel!" You turned your head to look at him.

He stopped immediately. “No?”

You shook your head. He stared at you, stopping time for a few moments.

“Ok baby” He thrust into your pussy and fucked you, slowly but powerfully, laying down with all his weight on top of you. You heard him growl in your ear. Your closeness, his body leaning against yours, made you lose your mind.

“Turn around sweetheart”

And that time, you did as he said. You stared at each other again, but his eyes were soft.

He took your cheeks in his hands and kissed you softly. He took his cock in his hand and slid it inside you, gently, all the way. He moaned longly.

“You’re so tight... So tight for me baby”. He was fucking you slowly, but so deeply. Kissing your lips, your cheek, your neck, your collarbone. His nose brushed everything he could reach. His movements were gentle, but with each thrust he sank deeper, his face nestled in the crook of your neck.

“I'm yours, Joel" you murmured. You heard him rumble against your ear and hugged him tight, feeling the emotion wash over you but not wanting to confess them openly.

“ ‘m gonna cum baby. Come for me please.”

You tilted your pelvis so you could feel the pressure of his lower abdomen against your clit. Savoring the surge of pleasure you felt. He came, sending his spurts of cum deep inside your pussy. His spasms triggered your orgasm and you came hard, while your nails dug into his shoulders.

You stayed like that, waiting for your breaths to calm down.

“You stopped… even though I  didn't say my safe word.”

“Didn't need to. I knew you weren't playing anymore."

You felt your heart flatter again.

He finally pulled out, rolled onto his back, and pressed you against him, your head resting on his broad chest.

He sighed. “I don't know how to say what I want to tell you. I don't know how to talk about it sweetheart.”

“Give it a try?” you told him slowly. 

"Damn… look, I don't do relationships. Huh... usually. But…” He paused, then: "if you want, I would like to try with you."

“I’d really like it too, Joel” you brushed his neck with your nose and kissed it. Your heart was pounding. He kissed your forehead. You stayed like that, until he felt your breathing slow and your muscles relax.

“I love you”, he whispered in your hair, while you slept. You growled at him, and hugged him tighter in your sleep.

He looked at you in the moonlight, relieved that things could be expressed so easily, and worried that his heartbeat was struggling to slow down.

Part 4

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[schismusic]

SCHISMUSIC'S YEAR-END LIST OF BEST MUSIC 2024 NO CLICKBAIT NO VIRUS

This year was spent mostly on giving some time to stuff that I hadn't listened to on release, or that I'd actually listened to in the past but hadn't quite given my full attention. If I had to name names, I'd have to mention Drain Gang (specifically E by Ecco2k) for the first category, and Killing Joke or early Sunny Day Real Estate for the second one. It has still been a long year full of events and releases, some of which I have discussed in the past on this blog – you'll know them when you see them, or link to the main post for more in-depth opinions – and as such it feels appropriate, now more so than last year, to cook up a best-of year-end list.

I don't intend to exactly tie into any specific hype cycle, but neither will I be entirely out of hype in general. The idea is, these are records released in the year 2024 I've spent a lot of time with, usually not in a begrudging way for the most part. That is basically the sole principle by which a record gets picked for this list, because I don't really have the authority to evaluate records any other way. I just listen to a bunch of shit and if I like it, it's great for me and much less great for you, what can I say.

Pyrrhon - Exhaust

Nothing to do with the zeitgeist, nothing to do with good manners and common sense; it's death metal but played with as much boiling rage as any given band on AmRep in the '90s, entirely written and recorded live – which helps the single songs stay solid, consistent, eyes-on-the-prize, no-nonsense.

Tracks that hit like a jackhammer:

Out of Gas

Concrete Charlie

Not Going to Mars

Ulver - Liminal Animals

Third pop record (if we're only counting full lengths, which we shouldn't, since Sic Transit Gloria Mundi back in '17 was as much a certified banger as Assassination) by the Wolves of the North. This one benefits from a slightly less postmodern outlook and approach than the last two (or three), which makes it especially better than Flowers of Evil, and feels animated by a genuine sense of terror.

Tracks that spent a lot of time in my queue for a bunch of reasons:

The Red Light

Nocturne #1

Ghost Entry (honorable mention for the simple-yet-stunning Autechre remix)

Rude Cinno - Bassa qualità

This is, partially, shameless self-promotion, considering Rude Cinno have been more active as publicity agent for my own band than we ourselves were. This being said, the record is actually very good, sporting a very clear Sleaford Mods influence but playing the interesting card of Emilian folk music and dialect interspersed throughout the record. The result is a cute retrofuturist approach that makes it sound like William Gibson grew up in Castel Maggiore.

Tracks that made me laugh a bit, cry a lot, think very hard:

Curati

Titolo mancante

Miglior tempolinea

Sunrise Patriot Motion - My Father Took Me Hunting in the Snow

This record was already discussed in my worried music post, so that's a more in-depth treatment of it. For the purposes of this post, suffice it to say that this up-and-coming Noughties revival has, if anything, one good thing: the revelation that nu-metal in the right hands can be more of a toolbox than a music genre or a set of conventions. This and the sheer quality of the recorded performances (Andy Chugg on vocals especially shines with his anguished, horrified, eldritch yelling) simply tramples all criticisms.

Hard to pick any standout tracks, since this is a very short EP with two dungeon synth interludes out of four tracks. Works better in tandem with Sunrise Patriot Motion's first LP.

Resfeber - domani il sole

Deeper shade of shameless self-promotion here, in that Rebecca, singer for Resfeber, is also the singer for NUMBERS and the Operators, but the tracks featured here are more than competently written, arranged and played. Smooth jazz-funk that feels natural and lived in, elegant and direct. Short and sweet. (v)incenso, as a title, made me laugh quite a bit, and fortunately I do quite enjoy the track.

Shellac - To All Trains

Let's be real: this would have made this list even if it sucked royally. It does not suck royally, to no one's surprise. It sounds like a Shellac record (that is, it sounds great), it's played with consummate savoir-faire if not straight up somewhat bothered, it's got that ironic thing that Shellac as a band have been masters of since the very first seven-inch records. I don't think it would be warranted of anyone to ask anything more than this.

Tracks that made me realize these guys had still got it:

Scrappers

Chick New Wave

I Don't Fear Hell (RIP)

HONORABLE MENTION: Charli xcx - Brat

The entire media/publicity operation around this record has been played so much and for so long that it's impossible to cut it any slack at all by now (admittedly, not entirely through Charli or her own PR entourage's own faults). The remade record with the guests is impossibly bad and useless. The record's merch utilises the meme so much that it becomes absolutely tedious if not actively enraging if not shameful, plain and simple. The music takes the liberty to utilize a sound palette that's been pioneered by trans and nonbinary creatives – in Charli xcx's own music as well, sure – and then takes that sound palette to write a ballad about marrying a man and having children. The true miracle amidst all of this mess is that if you absolutely ignore all the noise around it and go back to the record, and by that I mean the actual recorded music, all of this ceases to be a problem when the record works as intended (usually during the noisiest, messiest bits of it all). RIP SOPHIE <3

AOTY: Ben Frost - Scope Neglect

On the nineteenth anniversary of his early breakthrough Theory of Machines, after A U R O R A yet again took the world by storm ten years ago and after 2017's The Centre Cannot Hold had some of the critics merrily proclaim that Ben Frost had "already given what he had to give", this guy comes out and at least tries to redefine his own main sound palette. I mean, realistically this all ties extremely well in his established MO so far – Steel Wound was heavily guitar based, Theory of Machines ostensibly and repeatedly sampled Swans, By the Throat translated black metal aesthetics into a heavily organic form of dark ambient that had more in common with John Carpenter's The Thing than it did with Transilvanian Hunger or any Burzum release, A U R O R A took that same sonic violence and applied it to the sounds of the hippest dancefloors on the Internet. This is really just the next logical step: Greg Kubacki's guitar work, on paper quite in line with what he usually does with Car Bomb, sears and maims throughout the whole forty-minute runtime and firebrands every second into the listener's brain. The electronic backdrop (as well as Liam Andrews from My Disco, offering his bass guitar for bludgeoning purposes) recontextualizes the whole affair from simple heavy onslaught into levels of aural violence that feel quite literally reality-bending while listening.

[rocketink]

Tinder (gone wrong)

"When you install tinder to fix your love life and your big ass crush on Lee Chan."

a/n: anothe lame ass post from you fav lame ass writer!! I'm not sure if I'm coming back to the blog tho, I'm just having a very shitty summer and I wanted to write something cute to get it out of my system!!

friends to lovers kinda?? and side mingyu x reader (just one date tho)

tw: mentions of food and that's all I think??

You installed tinder not that long ago. Not because you actually wanted to be on tinder, but because your love life is at this point nonexistent and you think that tinder is the only thing that can put a fast end to your situation.

“Just one date will make it,” you tell your best friend Seungkwan “one date from a random tinder dude and I’ll stop complaining about my love life”

Seungkwan looks at you, slowly shaking his head from side to side.

“Y/n, you’re an introvert, how the hell do you think that is going to work?”

“I can stop being an introvert for a couple of hours”

“Yeah, sure” Seungkwan scoffs, “call me when you actually go on that date, please, I don’t want to miss it.”

“Miss what?” a new voice sounds to your right. And there he is, Lee Chan, Seungkwan’s second best friend 一after you of course, and classmate. Seungkwan smiles at him and makes room for Chan to sit beside him at the small table from the cafeteria of your university, facing you. You give him a small wave and look down to your half-eaten sandwich.

“Y/n has installed tinder and wants to go on a date with quote unquote some random dude” Seungkwan answers.

You blush instantly, and reprimand yourself for having such a weak reaction, but what can you do when your best friend exposes you like that in front of Chan? Now, people might assume that since Chan is close friends with Seungkwan, and so are you, Chan and you are consequently friends, but the truth is that you have barely spoken to Chan in all the years that you have known him, let alone share personal details about your love life. Normally, you see Chan regularly, as he sometimes ditches his friend group to sit with you and Seungkwan when the timing is right for the three of you, but all those times, Seungkwan just acts as the glue between you two. He talks and talks, filling in the silence with his blabbering, and Chan answers back by teasing him non-stop. You, however, prefer to remain on the quiet side, because as an introvert you don’t know how to interact through the banter they share, and also because you can never think correctly whenever Chan is around. 

Chan to you is what most people would call a crush, but you never find the courage to even talk to him, too scared to sound ridiculous or making a fool of yourself in front of him, and therefore in front of Seungkwan, so you just stick to laugh at them when they tease each other and answer to Chan’s questions if they are directed to you, or if Seungkwan decides to ignore him. 

“Oh? A date? That's cool! There are some creeps around dating apps though, try to be safe Y/n”

“Thank you, Chan, I will” you give him a quick smile and he smiles back.

Seungkwan continues his nonsense and you pretend to listen to him, ignoring the fast beating of your heart after Chan’s words. If he’s staring at you more than usual, you pretend not to tell.

—————————————————————————-

Now, you did find a date, and this Mingyu guy seems adorable. When he asks you on a date on a friday afternoon, you do not think twice and say yes.

The date, though, was not what you expected.

You promised yourself to speak about yourself, to ask and answer questions, to crack jokes, but all your effort vanished five minutes into the date. Mingyu was not a bad guy at all, he had lovely energy and would never let the conversation die. The thing is that he never asked anything about you, and you didn’t have it in you to redirect the conversation to talk about you. So you forced laughters when necessary and nodded at the right time, all that while looking subtly at the time on your phone. 

After the coffee, you excused yourself, claiming that you still had some work to do and promising to text him when you get home. Mingyu hugged you goodbye, and the scent of his cologne lingered in your nose, making you feel a little guilty of finishing the date so soon.

Your head was filled with questions: He wasn't that bad, was he? He didn’t disrespect you or anything, but you got the feeling that you didn’t get to click with him. Is that normal? Do most people feel like that after the very first date of their lives? Are you the problem? Is tinder the problem?

You couldn’t stop thinking, your head was going so fast that you almost missed the familiar voice calling your name. When you turned around, you cursed internally, how could you be so unlucky?

“Y/n! Fancy seeing you here” Chan shot one of his sweet smiles to you,“ what are you doing here?”

“I was having coffee in the coffee place around the corner” you smiled back at him, trying to dissimulate your nerves “and you? Do you live nearby?”

“I do! I was going for a walk but then I thought I saw you and well, here you are!” He chuckled and you stared at him for a second longer than you should “how was the coffee?”

“Oh it was great! It’s a lovely place,” at this point, you were just glad that he knew how to strike a conversation, you could feel the awkwardness in every pore of your skin. 

“Did you go alone?”

“Oh no, I actually went there with my…” you hesitated for a second before finalizing that sentence “my date, yeah.”

He looked around, putting his hands inside his pockets.

“Oh yeah, Seungkwan mentioned it, yeah, how was it?”

“I don’t really know, to be honest. I was a bit uncomfortable and I didn’t talk much, I barely even laughed at his jokes. I think I was way too nervous”

“Did he seem interested, though?” He frowned ”because if I were him, I’d like to make sure that the person I’m on a date with seems comfortable, and it doesn’t sound like he did”

If I were him, if I were him, if I were him.

Those words barely left your mind.

“I don’t know, Chan, I don’t know how an interested person looks like”

“Was this…?”

“My first date? Yeah” you cursed under your breath and looked to the other side, you had exposed yourself too much.

To your right, Chan didn’t say a word for a whole minute. You opened your mouth to say goodbye and run as fast as you could, in hopes of not seeing Chan for the rest of your life, but he was faster than you.

“Let me take you on a date, then” his voice was lower, softer, sweeter. He meant it, you just knew he was not joking. “Let me show you what an interested person looks like”.

You didn’t answer instantly, not knowing how to react to your crush asking you out.

“I’m sorry if I made it uncomfortable, I do not want to misinterpret the signals but I just- I just thought that maybe I was right and you… I had hope- I’ve always had hope that you liked me too” his words were fast, barely making sense, not as soft as a couple of minutes ago.

“Please take me on that date then” you smile and hold his hand “but treat me right, Chan, I have been waiting for this moment, too”

He smiled back, feeling how his soul came back to his body, and kissed the back of your hand.

“I’ll treat you as best as I can, like the way you deserve.”

[bookwormally]

It's 2024 and I am Tired

Apparently, people are convinced I am (again) not a real person and are focusing on this through the lens of…..a dragon game. Cool. Awesome. Real good use of time in the 2020s. For those who click on this out of nosiness (I get it) and just to lay out some facts, hi I'm Ally. I'm in my 30s. I live in the eastern USA, I'm white, and I'm a librarian. Some people do not believe this! Who do they think I am? My friend Astral apparently.

Why? Because I talk to them and trade things back n forth on flight rising. (yes, Im back on FR in my spare time. The familiar collecting and alchemy, my beloved). Of course I'm sure there's more reasons than that. People can always find some. But that's the current lens as I understand it. Since they seem to be blog crawling for proof, I figured I'd post this thing to at least put the record straight with anyone who cares? 🤷 I'm not going to doxx myself for them or anything, but hey in case you hear something stupid, here's a good reason to block and move on.

And if someone is blog crawling for proof of this nonsense, please know that I do not have the energy to actually be more than myself. The days are long, man. The world kind of totally sucks. (I do the small things I can to fight back, especially at work.) I'm sorry that you feel like you have to do this? Like, this is really sad and I'm sorry for whatever you're chasing. I'm sorry that someone expressing their feelings on their personal blog has you so worked up. Astral has their issues (god knows we all do) and maybe their language or conduct upset you. It happens.

But instead of doing all this, maybe treat yourself. The block button's free. I use it for stupid opinions I see all the time. (I'm not putting them here. I have manners.) Enjoy something you enjoy instead of getting trapped in the hell cycle of hate.

Astral's a friend, has been for years. Ups and downs have happened. Life's been hard the last few. People lash out when they're in corners, shockingly. I think that's allowed especially on a private blog. Instead of drawing up a conspiracy about them and their friends, maybe just move on with your life. Let people live. That's what I try to do. Basically,

and finally, here's my fr username with me!

if you read this far, thanks! Hope you have a good day with people you care for.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Book Asks - any one of the below that sounds fun. (Also,sorry the numbers are off... cut and paste is being weird)

What was your most anticipated release? Did it meet your expectations?

Did you participate in or watch any booklr, booktube, or book twitter drama?

Did you DNF anything? Why?

What reading goals do you have for next year?

hi there!! thanks for asking!! referencing this post (open offer til end of year!) i'm renumbering for bookkeeping purposes sorry don't mind me

20. What was your most anticipated release? Did it meet your expectations?

i think i've been running a year behind on Releases. i usually do B&N preorder sales, but this year i preordered almost exclusively paperbacks (which had hardback releases earlier). i was really hyped for TRANSLATION STATE in paperback and GRAVEYARD SHIFT in hardback, and those were both delightful!! TRANSLATION STATE was a smidge disappointing to me for aroace reasons, but overall i did so love the Translators and enjoyed Most Of The Book, and GRAVEYARD was an excellent little nocturnal romp that knew what it had space for and did a great job in those constraints.

21. Did you participate in or watch any booklr, booktube, or book twitter drama?

i'm much more of a "popcorn muncher and lurker," when it comes to book drama--my group chat popped off a couple times about various and sundry illumicrate nonsenses and we also roasted some Bad Author Takes (we love a good Safe Space), but honestly i had a lot going on this year and was less attentive in the popcorn munching bleachers than i have been in years prior haha.

24. Did you DNF anything? Why?

so one of my toxic reading traits is that i do not, in fact, tend to DNF anything, because A.) i can read very quickly, so it's almost never a huge time sink and B.) at a certain level of Ugh, i flip from "reading this as a Reader to Enjoy It" to "reading this as a Writer to Tear It To Shreds for Craft Reasons." i am not sure that this is a particularly healthy reading strategy, but it has served me well thus far! love a good hate read every once in a while.

looking at my shelves after the fact, the only two things i maybe could've DNF'd were GHOST STATION and ORDINARY MONSTERS, which both had a lot of potential and COULD have been up my alley but were, in fact, Bad™. oh, and DAEMON VOICES was kind of a slog, too. i'm pretty sure i blogged more thoroughly about all three of those at time time--if you're interested in Rants, search those titles in my tags haha.

25. What reading goals do you have for next year?

oooh great question, i have Several! i've really been enjoying the "2x in 202x" type goals list, so i have one of those put together for 2025 (cries that doesn't feel like a real year). i'm also doing a nature writing subscription box, and i'd like to stay semi-on-top of reading those as they come to me. and i would also REALLY like to start actually reading some of the russian poetry i acquired in the....spring.....of this year.....so i'll probably put that on the Goals Radar, too.

thanks again for asking!! this was fun :)

[planetdream]

Girl wdym you deleted your fics? and for what? they didn't get as much traction as you wanted? write for yourself, not for the likes/comments/reblogs! don't let your art suffer because of digital nonsense like serious stupid algorithms and all

😭😭😭😭

the jeongin fic only got deleted bc i felt like the writing was shit from a butt. like i seriously did not enjoy writing smut at the time it just felt like a required post idk.

but yeah i 100% deleted that hyunjin fic bc it flopped and i was already DEEP in a negative headspace when it came to my writing. what i wanted more than anything was feedback bc i couldn’t tell what was missing from my writing or how to improve. like imma b so fr if i’m posting it here than that means that i WANT feedback and likes and reblogs n comments lmaooo. it influences me to write more and more.

but that hyunjin fic WAS me writing for myself!! (it felt very vulnerable to post it because it’s different than what i usually post + other shit) i just decided to share it bc i fuck with it heavy… it flopped so i assumed nobody fucked with it and i deleted it from my blog. perhaps i overreacted in the moment (yeah). that being said i do think about reposting the fic…

[rascal-xo]

Hello! I’m new to your blog, and wondering, will or is there any part two of unhealed wounds?

If there isn’t, would it be okay if I request part two of it? Thank you :3

Unhealed Wounds Pt.2 | Soap MacTavish x Female Reader |

Chapter Summary: You think back to what went wrong with you and certain Sergeant MacTavish…

Warnings: ANGST, minor smut, language, alcohol

Word Count: it’s a mini one :)) lmk if y’all want a pt 3 (my requests are open!!)

A/N: This is a flashback fic because why not lol. I hope you enjoy 🩷🩷

You found yourself walking home from the bar and back to base by yourself. You didn’t want to cut anyone else’s night short on your account, since Johnny’s outburst back there had done nothing less than ruin yours.

You finally made it back into the base, the weight of the night's events heavy on your shoulders. The echoes of Johnny's words still reverberated in your mind, the kiss that should have never happened lingering on your lips.

Desperate for a momentary escape, you bypassed the common areas and made a beeline for the base kitchen. The sweet feeling of nostalgia hit you like a bag of bricks as soon as you took in your once familiar surroundings.

You had remembered when you lived here that there was always a bottle or two stashed away for long nights, and now it was calling your name.

You swung open one of the top cabinet doors, scanning the shelves for any semblance of liquid solace. Your eyes landed on a half-empty bottle of whiskey, the amber liquid calling to you like a siren's song. Without a second thought, you unscrewed the cap, not bothering to grab a glass.

As the familiar burn of alcohol hit your throat, you hoped it would dull the ache within your chest. You took another swig, relishing in the numbing sensation that washed over you.

You stepped outside onto the small outlook area, the cool night air providing a temporary respite from the confines of the kitchen.

The stars shimmered above, their distant light a reminder of the vastness of the universe, a stark contrast to the chaos of your own thoughts. You leaned against the railing, gazing out into the darkness, your mind consumed by a whirlwind of regrets and what-ifs.

You were with Keegan now, and you were happy. So why was your mind drifting to Johnny?

Thoughts of Johnny danced through your mind, unbidden and unwelcome. His voice, his touch, the intensity of your past connection—all of it flooded back in waves.

- ONE YEAR EARLIER -

“Fuck- I can’t.” Your face pressed into the mattress as Johnny’s large hand kept it down, while he thrusted into you from behind at an ungodly rate.

The sensation was too much, and you felt yourself building towards yet again, another release. “Come on darlin, give me one more.”

His hands moved lower, slipping on top of your breast and in one motion lifting you up to be flat against his chest. You arched into his touch, craving more, but he kept you pressed against him, right. “Johnny..”

His name fell from your lips like a prayer while he kept thrusting his length in and out of you. His breath hitched. He traced his fingers over the curve of your breast before grabbing it in his hand, pinching your sensitive nipple between his finger.

This is how the nights would end. You’d fight all day about petty nonsense and then fuck it out at night to make up for lost time.

It was an endless cycle, and neither of you could escape.

~ ONE YEAR LATER ~

The whiskey burned its way through your veins, blurring the edges of the reality you had just come back into from your thoughts.

As the minutes ticked by, the alcohol worked its magic, dulling your senses and clouding your judgment.

With a heavy sigh, you set the bottle down on the ledge, the amber liquid reflecting the moonlight.

You and Johnny’s past was coming back to haunt you, and now it was inevitable to have to face it…

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

For the BG3 Matchups may I offer my tav Jubilee, my little tiefling sorceress had been adventuring for like 2 weeks trying to figure out the origins of her magic when she got yoinked by mindflayers so she has no idea what anyone of any class/role is supposed to be like. She just kinda assumes whatever her companions do is the norm even when it’s really not, Shadowheart hates selûne with a passion I guess all clerics just get grumpy about gods other than theirs and she offered another rouge her blood once because she assumed that’s just how they are and got a horrified reaction. The woman is just taking things at face value and needs to be wrangled by the party about her misconceptions about how this works. This being said she has no idea what a sorcerer is supposed to be like and often ends up acting far more like an overly compassionate Druid or an innocently charming bard. She was working as a baker before getting all the adventuring nonsense and keeps bringing her party member’s pastries the way one would expect a cat to bring you a dead mouse. She is a genuine sweetheart who is deeply in over her head with everything happening too her. She a simple woman with a strong sense of fairness but has some strong people pleasing and attention seeking tendencies. She wants to be liked and while that leads to her being kind and helpful it can also lead to her being pushy. She has a lot of energy and is extremely affectionate to everyone. As mentioned before she’s an avid baker but can also sing and play the lute. She also just loves insects and has a collection of the little creatures, she hates loud noises as she has very sensitive hearing and sarcasm confounds her more often than not. I threw in a doodle of her for fun!

She’s down for Poly and extremely sapphic.

A/N: Lol, I love it! This is now officially a Jubilee stan blog. 

And oh my gosh at that doodle? She’s so sweet??? I love her so much??? 

“She was working as a baker before getting all the adventuring nonsense and keeps bringing her party member’s pastries the way one would expect a cat to bring you a dead mouse.” 

@botanicalbard Literally my favorite line ever in a matchup submission, holy shit lol. Like she is so precious! Her companions better protect her or I will personally jump into the game to kick their asses. 

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Okay… So for Jubilee, as you said she’s into women, and down with a poly relationship, I think her best matchups would be monogamous relationships either with (or a poly relationship with both) Karlach and Hope!

♨ Karlach is such a sweet girl, despite years of being forced to fight in hell. She’s kind, happy, and boisterous. She doesn't beat around the bush. If she likes something, she says it. If she disagrees, she’ll make her opinion heard. She has a fair amount of experience, but still manages to look on the bright side without coming off as naive. I think she’d find Jubilee’s innocence and curiosity sweet, as opposed to some other companions who might find it off-putting or dangerous. So it’s okay for Jubilee to take what Karlach says at face value, and in the event she needs clarification (which you said seems to be most of the time lol), Karlach is there, ready and willing to give it to her. 

Karlach isn’t a magic expert. She’s a barbarian, so her frame of mind is “If I can hit it, I can damage it”, which, to be fair, works out more often than not. However, I do think Karlach would encourage Jubilee to do some digging into her past and into her possible education, to try and teach herself more about sorcery for a couple of reasons. 1) It would be a great addition to the party to have a sorcerer on board, and 2) Karlach knows how good it feels when she’s being true to herself, smashing the bad guys to bits. She wants Jubilee to feel that self of purpose herself. But in the meantime, Karlach enjoys the way Jubilee acts and approaches situations. It’s refreshing to see someone try their hardest to be a good person. After years of watching armies battle in hell, Karlach has seen people at their worst. Every moment above ground with Jubilee only further reminds her how beautiful and compassionate people can and should choose to be. 

She’s also obsessed with Jubilee’s baking. Karlach is a tank, alright. She’s gotta fuel up way more than the other companions. And as long as Jubilee is happy to bring her sweets and pastries, Karlach is more than happy to eat them. 

Karlach also feels a duty to protect Jubilee, physically and emotionally, from all the violence and betrayal out there. It’s a harsh world in Baldur’s Gate, and it’s very clear to Karlach and all the other party members that Jubilee’s in over her head. But that’s no matter. Karlach promises to stick by her side throughout it all. She truly believes that as long as they stick together, there’s nothing they can’t do. 

Jubilee is similar to Karlach in that they both have a lot of energy. In some ways, they’re both people-pleasing. This can cause some issues, with neither one of the two being able to put down super firm boundaries. Thankfully, Karlach’s protective nature prevents Jubilee from doing anything overly foolish or risky while Jubilee’s genuine love for Karlach reminds Karlach to not put herself in unnecessary mortal danger. Because for Karlach, it’s not just about her survival anymore- it’s about theirs. 

Karlach loves when they get a moment somewhere quiet, where Jubilee can sing or play the lute for her. It’s so sweet and peaceful, that for a moment they can forget all their troubles. 

I think if/once Karlach’s engine issue gets fixed, the two of them can count on a long future together. One filled with just a bit less perilous adventures and lots of pastry eating together. 

❂ Hope is actually the first character I thought of when I read your Jubilee description, (even though she isn’t a companion, but an NPC). She, much like her namesake, is an embodiment of hope in The Devil Raphael’s house of horrors. Despite years of torment and abuse, she still manages to have hope that things will get better. She naively believes that things will end well and that she will one day be free from the literal and metaphorical chains that bind her. That is one of the reasons Raphael chose to keep her locked away, as he could never seem to fully break her spirit, and it infuriated him. 

As a cleric, Hope would probably be better equipped with teaching Jubilee more about magic, spells, and sorcery overall. And it’s alright if Jubilee doesn't know a lot, because honestly, Hope doesn't either lol. She’s young at heart and in soul. There’s so much she still wants to learn, and do, and make for others. She and Jubilee could spend time together, each researching their own abilities, while still enjoying each other’s presence/company. 

Hope is overly compassionate herself. We know as much because she risks her own safety to help the party defeat Raphael. She’s giving but not completely selfless, asking to be rescued herself. This tells me she would be good at agreeing with Jubilee’s acts of compassion while keeping in mind her and Jubilee’s physical safety as well.

Hope would love to have Jubilee in her kitchen, brightening up the place. After taking the house from Raphael, she tells the player she plans to make the place more homely- some fresh paint, a new atmosphere, and her as the new owner- the place should be in much better spirits. Jubilee baking delicious pastries, and the smell of fresh baked goods wafting through the house just adds to that effect. It’s no longer a house of torment, but a safe home. 

And Jubilee being a bit pushy when it comes to people-pleasing won’t be an issue with Hope lol. Hope can be quite loud when she wants to be. Despite her smaller stature, she’ll make sure she’s heard. She has no problem pushing back against things that make her feel uncomfortable. Now that she’s free, she promises to never let herself be forced into uncomfortable situations again. If Jubilee is asking too much of her, Hope will communicate that. And on the other hand, Hope respects when Jubilee puts her foot down on something Hope may want to do. Communication is key to any relationship, and the two of them have it down pat. 

And Hope is interested in Jubilee’s insect collection. Hope is pretty small herself, so she feels a kinship with the little bugs and creatures Jubilee collects. And now that Hope has all these rooms, she has no problems converting one of them into a sort of conservatory to house all of Jubilee’s new little friends!

I think Karlah and Hope would get on well. Both of them know what it’s like to be trapped in hell and both of them managed to get through their traumas with their bright personalities intact. The best part about this arrangement is because Hope’s new house is technically located in hell, Karlach’s engine would calm down long enough for all three of them to come up with a plan to fix it. It would be the three of them- a trio of positive like-minded women versus the world. 

No imp or cambion, or even Zariel herself could tear them apart. The trio’s collective optimism and hope keeps them together. 

[torra-and-the-toons]

I might make some slight changes to this blog...

No, I haven't given up on Ed Edd n Eddy, they're just hibernating in my sub-conscious for the time being. Don't worry about that part.

But since I've recently rediscovered and fallen in love with the Animaniacs again, I might make this blog about all the cartoons I love and make content for from here on out. This way I don't clutter up my main with my hyperfixating nonsense, and I don't just keep making sub blogs.

Starting with the name, it'll go from torra-and-the-eds to torra-and-the-toons! (I'll have to go change all the read@ lines in my comics but I think this will work out for the best. And I'll eventually work on changing my pinned post too...)

Another change I've painfully decided on is that no matter what show or series I'm focused on, I won't engage in shipping. I've ultimately decided that shipping characters in cartoons is way more of a hassle than it's worth. Yes, I still like certain ships, but people get too heated, myself included, and I have way more fun just making platonic stories anyhow. So for all intents and purposes, I'm going to keep this blog ship free from here on out, but I'll keep my old stuff.

That being said, I may still make suggestive or nsfw posts, just more generalized, so minors beware... Lord knows the Animaniacs def had way less subtle adult humor, especially in the older version 😳

I hope y'all understand, and I appreciate everyone who's stuck with me, and all you new followers as well! I apologize if you came here looking for Ed Edd n Eddy content right before I decided on this change, but I hope you enjoy the new wave of Animaniac nonsense that's about to hit lol