#DROUGHT: officially over

[ohpuckno]

nyr @ edm 11.23.2024

[jinstronaut]

🚨 JIN IS BACK NEXT MONTH 🚨

[tame-a-messenger]

“OK YESTERDAY I SAID WE PROBABLY WERENT GONNA GET DAMANGELA BACK SOON BUT I THINK I JUST REVERSE PSYCHOLOGIED MY WAY TO ANOTHER DAMANGELA VIDEO!! THEYRE BACK”

(OLD ASK AGAIN SORRY!)

I think the Drought™ has officially passed 🙏 THANK THE LORD!

[spideyhexx]

the fact that tom has the perfect opportunity to post croissants right now (iykyk) and he isn't MOVE MY BOY MOVE

are you mentioning cause of pwmov? what was funny was emily adding the croissant to her bio and that being the only pwmov crumb for a good week

[uncannytimecandy]

WOAH HEY!!!

i dont think op was proposing a full on AU but Vision Seen and i would also like to propose Ender Dragon Chimera Petra

(creeper salad? they are plants. rotten flesh doesnt sound... that great. skeleton bones would be good for broth. spider meat is a thing already and i imagine much easier to enjoy when they are that big, i wonder what ender pearls taste like, piglins feel kinda off the table but HOGLINS are soo On The Table Rn. The Warden is kinda mushroomy but I Think You Would Die, i dont personally have the spice tolerance for blazes or magma cubes, ghasts would be so juicy and tender-)

MCSM but it's like Delicious in Dungeon where they can eat the monsters. imagine. (can easily see a dynamic with Jesse & Ivor similar to Laios & Senshi). please tell me someone gets it

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[tojisun]

sugar, spice, everything on ice (hockey au)

hockey player simon riley x f!reader’s relationship, through the eyes of the fans // sort of smau

i was listening to 5sos’ slsp while writing this so!!! sorry i went bonkers 😔 i just love this au sm

simon riley is obsessed with his girl, and it is maddeningly endearing.

of course he’s in love with you, everyone could see even from a continent away, but there is something clingy, possessive, in the way simon hovers around you. like you’d disappear right before his eyes if he wasn’t pressed close; if his tattooed arm wasn’t looped around your waist or his thick fingers were not twined with yours.

it is new, unheard of, even riley’s loyal fans says so, but it’s just so—

nice.

(the word is inadequate, they know, but there’s nothing close that could describe how heart-fluttering his devotion to you is.)

riley has always been a private person, sharing only sparse details of his life. one can even easily locate his earliest instagram post because there’s just about twenty uploads in his account since its creation—from 2017, and it’s a broken hockey stick. even that throw-away picture continues to amass likes as new fans come scouring whatever of him they can find.

his latest post was during last season’s finals’ celebrations—a series of pictures of the boys carrying the stanley cup. the first few pictures were all professionally taken, but the rest splinters into blurred shots of mactavish and garrick, particularly, drinking from the cup from inside of the locker room.

it said: thank you all.

curt, direct, but not any less meaningful.

cut to this year, mid-regular season (january), and after five months of drought, the simon riley posted a picture. and it wasn’t just any picture, but it was a hard launch of his new partner.

it was a selfie, taken by you, the camera angled just slightly. your back was pressed to his chest, and his chin was hooked to your shoulder, and, cheek-to-cheek, the two of you grin up at the camera. the background was distinctly new york, central park, so it must have been taken after the specgru’s game against the rangers (0-4 for the specgru).

for the caption, he wrote: she’s never been here before.

in an instant, all of the speculations were confirmed—the most eligible bachelor of the franchise is, finally, in an official relationship.

news articles popped up after that, speculations bloating at the shocking news. some people have even said that they’re sure they’ve seen you prior to the announcement—weren’t you that one fan simon riley was flirting with while he was on ice, mid-game?

(you were.

you were even one of the people that was tagged in johnny’s story before it got preemptively taken down; and the same person seen with the other WAGs, sprinkles of your silhouette seen on pictures like the ones that are taken on the days when the franchise flies them for game nights or the countless ones during the unveiling of the season’s WAGs jackets.

you have been a part of their circle even before the world knew who you were and, somehow, that was comforting; how simon riley had not thrown you to the wolves—or vultures, as mactavish snarled when they’ve hounded him about his fiancee’s abrupt end of her season in the FIVB, like her health wasn’t the priority over her career—and instead made sure you were surrounded by people who knew how to survive amidst the scrutiny.)

and, just like that, the dam called simon-riley’s-secret-album-of-you broke.

what had been a sporadic activity in his account exploded into series of posts, one update every week. it was a whirlwind of excitement because no one from the hockey world has ever seen this much of simon riley’s life.

he was always unapproachable, distant, like there’s always a wall between him and the rest of the world. like in exchange of being called the living legend, the guiding star, simon riley gets to shirk away from the public whenever he chooses. and who can fault him for that? riley’s career has always been heavily documented—people knew him even before he was drafted into the league, they had betted on his rookie year, and then had put him in a lonely pedestal. so of course he is fiercely protective of his privacy.

only a select few get to truly know him, only a select few have stories of simon that isn’t about the ice or hockey or his in-the-works legacy. only a select few see him beyond his crown, and now he’s giving a piece of his true self to the world because of you.

because you are worth showing off.

because life with you is worth celebrating.

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riley41

[it’s a candid image of you standing on the balcony, wearing a too-big of a shirt that is getting ruffled by the wind and pyjama pants, and leaning over the railing as you stare at the scenery. you’re all silhouette because your body is devoured by the orange rays of the sunrise, its tendrils spilling into the wooden floors of the hotel room.]

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riley41 ibiza

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riley41

[it’s a series. the first image is of the two of you on his motorcycle, the picture taken from simon’s bike’s camera. you’re both wearing tinted helmets and leather gears, the background a blur of colours which indicates that this was taken mid-ride. you’re gripping him tightly and your body is almost fully-covered by his bulk, leaving only the top half of your helmet to be seen peering from his shoulders.

the second image is of the beach. it’s dusk, and the sky is an explosion of pinks and purples and blues.

the third image is a selfie with your visors up. you’re looking at the camera with a shy smile, your eyes squinted because of how bright it still is, while simon only has his eyes on you.]

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riley41 vroom

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riley41

[it’s a mirror selfie of the two of you, with simon taking the photo. the background is notably his house. your back is facing the mirror, your head tilted to rest on his shoulder, while his arm is curled around your waist. you’re wearing this season’s WAG jacket—it’s black and green, their colours. the pose now makes sense because you’re showing off the back of the jacket that spells out RILEY 41 in white. simon’s wearing their away-jersey.]

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riley41 game six let’s go

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riley41

[it’s a video; the angle shows that it is taken by someone else. you and simon are hugging, and are swaying lightly as the two of you dance to the faint sound of music booming from somewhere behind the camera. simon’s mouthing the lyrics to your ear, his cheeks flushed like he’s buzzed from drinking, while you giggle and softly rub your palm at his back.]

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riley41 my favourite person

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yourname

[it’s a candid picture you’ve taken of simon sleeping while he uses your lap as pillow. the angle captures the way your fingers are playing with his hair and scratching his scalp gently. the picture is a little blurry because there’s not enough light to properly focus the lens.]

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yourname im the happiest when im with him

[kiwisa]

Good Old Days ✪ LH44

━━━━ PAIRING ! Lewis Hamilton x Ex! Fem! Reader

IN WHICH... Nobody moved on from your iconic relationship with Lewis and, quite frankly, neither did you.

user1 both lips smiled 

user2 Let's go!! The GOAT 🐐

yourusername Looking good Lew!!! ♥ by author

⤷ lewishamilton ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

user3 may i ask for your hand kind sir??🧎

user4 i wish i had the same relationship with my ex as lewis and y/n do

⤷ user5 I'm pretty sure theyre still fucking U cant be just friends with someone u were with for 4 years

⤷ user6 How about we let them exist in peace? Hmm? ♥ by author

user7 I NEED THAT JACKET RN

⤷ COMMENTS

Anonymous The rumors are definitely true. Anyone who is slightly invested in their story knows how big this is because even though they remained friends, she never went back to a Grand Prix in three years.

user1 43 minutes ago The interviewer had one job and he did not disappoint

user2 2 hours ago lewis this, lewis that... can we please appreciate about how beautiful y/n looks instead???

user3 3 hours ago In English we don't say "I got back with my ex", instead we say "I'm here to support someone really dear to my heart" and I think that's beautiful

user4 8 hours ago she looked good in mercedes colors but i must say the red suits her 100x better

user1 WTF DID I WAKE UP TO???

user2 I can now die in peace

user3 congrats everyone, we have officially survived the drought !! 🫡

lewishamilton I love you ❤️

⤷ user4 OK THIS IS NOT A DRILL EVERYBODY STAY CALM

user5 pls never put us through this again and get married asap ♥ by author

⤷ user6 AYOOOOO WHY ARE YOU LIKING THIS Y/N? WHAT AREN'T YOU TELLING US???

user7 omggggggg my parents are back together

user8 It's 6 in the morning over here, Y/N. I was not prepared.

arianagrande so happy for you both!! 🫧☀️ ♥ by author

⤷ user9 the way theyre everyone's fav couple. iconic shit if you ask me.

[thaatdigitaldiary]

FIREWORKS. 3.1K WORDS. // paige bueckers. cw : fluff, black!fem!oc, wnba!paige. // “i keep having the same dream, nd’ i think that i just realized what it means.” // drake & alicia keys.

summary kierra meets paige’s parents for the first time, celebrating the fourth of july with them—as paige’s girlfriend. // RMM MASTERLIST — MAIN MASTERLIST

ke speaks ᝰ.ᐟ i put myself inna fluff drought

The Jeep’s tires crunched against the gravel as Paige pulled into her dad’s driveway. This summer heat was thick, the kind that made my clothes stick to my skin and my edges frizz up, no matter how much edge booster I put on them. It was the fourth of July, and I was tryna play it cool, but my nerves were buzzing like a hive of bees.

I tugged at the hem of my red sundress, the one Paige picked out since it hugged my curves just right, without it seeming like I was trying too hard. Paige caught me fidgeting from the driver’s seat and smirked at me—one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh like it belonged there.

“Kier. You aight?” Paige asked, her voice smooth like she wasn’t fazed by a fuckin’ thing. Her blue eyes flicked over, catching mine in a way that always made my heart do a two step.

I continued to tug at my dress, distracting myself from my own nerves.

“The dress don’t go down no further, Kier.”

I laughed it off, swatting Paige’s hand off my leg with a playful shove. “Man, shut up! Im tryn’ not to fumble this, okay? This isn’t just a cookout with your team, Paige. I’m meeting your parents. Sweatin’ my edges out.”

Paige grinned wider, cutting the engine and letting the windows stay down, the faint hum of cicadas and barbecue smoke drifting in. “Chill, mama. They’re cool. My dad’s already half-met you from the game a couple weeks ago, nd’ my mom’s just glad I ain’t bringin’ home no clout chaser. You’re good.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep gassin’ me up,” I said, rolling my eyes but unable to hide the smile tugging at my lips. “We’ll see if they still fuck with me after I devour these ribs I smell.”

Paige snorted, hopping out the Jeep in her navy tee and old Uconn basketball shorts, since they “fit the theme” as she’d say—with sunglasses sitting atop of her head. Her hair was tucked in a bun, the blonde dye crisp. She rounded the car, opening my door with a mock bow. “C’mon, ma. We got people to meet.”

I stepped out, adjusting the curly pieces in my knotless braids, and taking Paige’s outstretched hand. Our fingers interlocked like puzzle pieces, a habit we picked up immediately after we started dating officially.

We went from being friends with benefits, to me meeting her parents.

A little unreal if you ask me.

-

The house came into view as we walked up the driveway—Paige’s dad living in a two-story with a wraparound porch, American flags flapping in the breeze, and red, white, and blue streamers dangling like they’d been thrown up by a patriotic tornado.

Kids were darting around the front yard with sparklers, shrieking like banshees, and the smell of charcoal and grilled meat hit me like a love letter from God. Paige squeezed my hand, leaning in close.

“Don’t trip, Kier,” she whispered, breath warm against my ear. “You’re my girl. They know you the real deal.”

Before I could fire back with some smartass reply, the front door swung open, and a tall dude with a salt-and-pepper beard stepped out, a faded Uconn tee and a stars and stripes apron.

“There she is!” Bob hollered, pulling Paige into a bear hug that lifted her off the ground slightly. She laughed, swatting at him to put her down, and then his eyes landed on me. He sized me up for a split second, before breaking into a grin that matched Paige’s. “And you must be Kierra. Heard you keep Paige on her feet.”

I smirked, feeling the ice crack a little. “I see you’ve already talked about me, huh, P? It’s nice to meet you Mr. Bueckers.”

“Call me Bob, none of that “mister” nonsense,” he said, waving a hand like I’d insulted him. “At this house, you’re family.”

I smiled, Paige’s hand on my back rubbing in slow circles.

Bob laughed, a deep, rumbling sound, and clapped a hand on Paige’s shoulder. “Come on, you two. Amy’s out back with everyone else, and the ribs are ‘bout to come off the grill. You eat meat Kierra?”

“Do I eat meat?” I said, mock-offended, hand on my chest. “I’m about to tear these ribs up. Lead the way.”

-

The house was a controlled chaos—cousins chasing each other with water guns, an uncle parked in front of the TV yelling about a baseball game showing, and a playlist bumping from the living room speakers, flipping through some old-school music to add to the vibe.

Paige led me through the madness, dodging a kid who nearly took out my knees with a rouge soccer ball, and pushed open the back door to the yard.

The scene outside was a full on Fourth of July flex—picnic tables groaning under the weight of burgers, hot dogs, baked beans, and a massive tray of ribs glistening with sauce that had my stomach growling.

A woman with a warm smile and a tray of lemonade was chatting with some aunties near a cooler—Amy, Paige’s mom. She looked up as we stepped out, her eyes lighting up like Christmas had come early.

“Paige!” Amy called, setting the tray down to rush over and pull her daughter into a hug. Paige melted into the hug, all soft and warm, and then Amy turned to me, her gaze soft but sharp, like she was diving into my soul. “And you’re Kierra. Oh, honey, you’re even prettier than Paige talked about.”

I grinned, feeling the love wash over me. "Thank you, Ms. Amy. Paige been hype about bringin' me here, so I've been pretty excited to meet y'all."

"Just Amy, please," she said, pulling me into a quick, firm hug that smelled like lavender and sunscreen. "Paige hasn't stopped talkin' about you since y'all started datin'. I swear, she's smitten."

"Ma, chill!" Paige groaned, but her cheeks were pink, and she rubbed the back of her neck like she'd been caught off guard. I laughed, nudging her with an elbow.

"Nah, let her talk, P. I like hearin' this.”

-

The backyard was alive—Drew, Paige's little brother from Bob's side, was out there kicking a soccer ball with some cousins, while Ryan and Lauren, were setting up an inflatable water slide that looked like a lawsuit waiting to happen.

Paige introduced me to her whole crew, and the vibe was instant, like I’d been part of the family for years.

"Yo, Kier, you tryna get in on this cornhole game?" Paige asked, nodding toward a setup where Bob and some uncles were already trash-talkin' over a couple of beers.

"Bet," Kierra said, cracking her knuckles with a grin. "But don't cry when I smoke you, P."

Bob overheard and cackled, slapping the table. "Ooh, I like her already! Let's see what you got, Kierra."

The cornhole game turned into a whole-ass event—Paige kept tryna distract me by hip-checking me, or whispering dumb shit like "You miss this, I'm eatin' your ribs," while Bob hyped up every toss like his life depended on me making the shot.

I held my own, sinking a couple bags clean through the hole and earning a low whistle from Paige. The uncles started clowning Bob for letting "the new girl" size him up, and he just laughed, tipping his beer to me.

"You got that dawg in you, Kierra," he said. "I see why Paige picked you."

"Man, I had to lock her down," Paige said, slinging an arm around my shoulders. "She too fly to let slip."

I smirked, leaning into Paige. "Keep talkin' that talk, P. I might start believin' it."

-

By the time we called it quits, the sun was dipping low, painting the sky in streaks of orange and pink, and the real show was about to pop off. Amy waved everyone over to a big blanket spread out on the grass, handing out popsicles as the family settled in.

I plopped down next to Paige, our shoulders brushing, and Bob dropped down near us with a fresh beer, wiping sweat off his forehead.

"Kierra, you ever seen a Minnesota Fourth?" he asked, grinning like he already knew the answer.

"Nah, I'm a Cali girl," I said, licking my cherry popsicle. "We do sparklers and block parties, but this feels kinda next-level with the whole family out here."

"Wait 'til you see this," Paige said, leaning in so close I could smell the coconut from her sunscreen. "Pops goes all out."

Sure enough, as dusk hit, the sky erupted—bright reds, whites, and blues bursting over the trees, the booms rattling my chest like a bassline. The fam cheered, kids screaming in delight, and Paige slipped her arm around my waist, pulling me in tight. The fireworks lit up her face, all sharp cheekbones and soft eyes, and I couldn't help but stare for a second.

"See? Told you they'd fuck wit’ you," Paige murmured, her lips brushing my ear over the noise.

I smirked, turning to steal a quick kiss, tasting the strawberry popsicle Paige had been eating. "Yeah, you wasn't lyin'. Your people are really sweet, P."

Bob caught the moment and raised his beer, voice cutting through the chaos. "To Paige and Kierra—here's to hoops, love, and a damn good Fourth!"

"Ayy, I'll drink to that!" I said, raising my popsicle like it was a shot glass. Amy laughed, clapping her hands, and the family toasted, the fireworks popping off above them like a celebration of it all.

The night stretched on, the air cooling as the last sparks faded from the sky. The fam started breaking off—kids crashing from sugar highs, aunties packing up leftovers, and uncles arguing about who'd won the last round of cards inside.

Me and Paige stayed on the blanket, legs tangled up, watching the stars peek out one by one.

"Your dad is a trip," I said, resting my head on Paige's shoulder. "He really tried to flex on me with that cornhole shit."

Paige laughed, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my arm. "Yeah, he's extra like that. But he's already tryna claim you as his new favorite. Mom too—she asked me if you're comin' back for Labor Day."

"Oh, did she?" I said, lifting my head to look at Paige. "They tryna adopt me already?"

"Pretty much," Paige said, smirking. "You fit right in, Kier. I knew you would."

I grinned, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the summer night. "Guess I'm stuck with you and your wild-ass family now, huh?"

"Damn right," Paige said, pulling me in for a real kiss this time, slow and sweet, the kind that made the world fade out. When we broke apart, Paige's eyes were all mischief.

"You ready for round two? Drew's tryna rope us into a water balloon fight."

"Bruh, I'm not tryna get my dress soaked," I said, laughing.

"But fuck it—let's go. I ain't backin' down from neither one of yall.”

We scrambled up, chasing after Drew and Paige’s cousins as the backyard turned into a warzone of shrieks and splashes.

Bob hollered something about "keeping it fair," and Amy just shook her head, sipping her lemonade like she'd seen it all before. By the time they called a truce, my dress was clinging to my thighs, Paige's bun was a soggy mess, and we were both cracking up like kids.

"Yo, you're a menace," I said, flicking water at Paige's face.

"Says the girl who threw a balloon dead at my face," Paige shot back, tackling me onto the grass. We wrestled for a second, giggling like fools, until Paige pinned me down, both of us breathless.

"I love you, Kier," Paige said, voice low and real, cutting through the playful vibe.

My chest tightened, and I reached up to cup Paige's face. "I love you too, P. Seriously."

We stayed like that for a minute, the world shrinking to just them, until Drew's voice broke through—"Y'all nasty!"— and we burst out laughing again.

-

The night wound down with s'mores around a fire pit, with me sandwiched between Paige and Amy, trading stories about college ball and Paige's rookie season. Bob roasted marshmallows like a pro, and Paige’s family swapped bets on how long it'd take her to get another championship.

“You should lemme meet your family one day, Kier. Wanna see where you get all your attitude from.” Paige nudged at me, that stupid grin on her face that managed to drive me crazy everytime.

“First of all, my dad—his attitude goes crazy. Nd’ are you sure you tryna’ go all the way to Cali for that?” I asked, noticing how it seemed like Paige didn’t care to show she was mesmerized in every word I said—no matter what I said.

“Alllllll the way to Cali.” She smirked, wrapping her arm around me and pulling me in.

As the fire crackled and the stars blinked overhead, I leaned into Paige, feeling the weight of a day that'd gone better than I’d ever hoped. Meeting the Bueckers wasn't just something that made me official—it was family now, and I was all in—ribs, fireworks and all.

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[justscribbling]

#but publicly we abide by The Rules because if you're known as a Words Person people get real snotty and mock-y if you mess one up#'a draught of poison' and etc sounds way cooler when you pronounce it like 'ought' tho lbr Team: draught as dr-ought (but not drought) forevahhhh

the real trouble with learning words by reading them but never having heard them out loud is when you finally do, not only do you find out you've been mentally pronouncing it wrong all this time

but in all frankness you like your own pronunciation better

[chelseeebe]

you win, i lose

we’re back with these two pathetic little weirdos, who cheered!! another follow up to gimme a hand, bump n’ grind and truth or dare or can be read as a standalone! i think i’m gonna give these two a break for now and work on some other things including some lovely requests i have<3

18+. mdni! smut with a little bit of plot this time! female!reader x eddie munson. no use of y/n. modern au i guess but it is so not mentioned or relevant

eddie sighs, a long, guttural sigh that on reflection, made him sound like a sad little dog.

“what the hell was that for?” barely looking up from your phone to talk to him.

he debates even saying it, terrified that you’d have his balls chopped off for uttering the words.

“don’t you think we’re boring now?” voice wavering as the words come out.

after six months of officially dating, your relationship had started to slow a little. no more making him cum in his pants or sneaky blowjobs in the bathroom at parties. it was sex or it was sleep.

the transition from best friends who shouldn’t be doing this to same old couple had been jarring, especially over the past week when eddie’s felt his dick was on overdrive.

“boring? huh? i don’t think we’re boring? we literally went to a gig tonight,” baffled by his insulting suggestion.

“not like that,” leering up at you from his side of the bed, “i mean.. when we have sex, it’s kinda boring,” shrugging, as if to lessen the blow of what he’d said.

your face crumples, both offence and perhaps a little hurt flash through your features. “wow, thanks eds. no, i actually didn’t think that at all.”

it’s in that moment that he realises, he’s fucked up. majorly.

“w- i’m- shit, no,” shoulders slumping, “you’re taking it the wrong way,” as if there were any other way for you to take it.

“i don’t think so, you couldn’t have been clearer actually,” sending daggers through his skull, “alright,” you place your hands on your hips, “you don’t get to touch me for a week, no kissing, no cuddling.. definitely no sex,” pouting slightly, “since that’s how you wanna be.”

“what?” eddie sits up, at full attention now, “you know i didn’t mean it like that,” fumbling to turn this around.

“i don’t care, you said it,” standing strong, “now you have to live with the consequences.”

his head rolls back against the headboard, immediate regret for anything he had just said.

god only knows if he’d live to survive the week.

-

that night in bed, eddie turns, huffing his frustrations into the pillow. it hadn’t even been twenty four hours yet and he already felt like he was going crazy.

his hand sprawls out over the mattress, edging to touch you, though he stops just before.

“you wanna give up already?” you taunt, staring though the darkness to throw another jab at him.

“no, i don’t. i just wanna cuddle my girlfriend in bed, is that too much to ask?”

“i told you the rules, no.”

“fuuck,” grumbling to himself, “this is stupid,” pouting to himself, in his self-inflicted drought.

“maybe don’t say stupid shit and this won’t have to happen again,” smug and self-righteous as you turn away, leaving him to yearn for just a brush of skin.

-

the party had been a bad idea from the start. eddie had never been so pent up in his life and it had only been three, long, miserable days.

you’d made sure to wear that tiny black dress, the one he really liked. struggling to even keep his eyes on the road on the drive over.

a few beers and a no-contact order could only mean one thing and he was dreading it.

you were adamant on making eyes at him across the kitchen counter all night, driving him literally insane. any other time, you’d have snuck off to the bathroom or gone home early but he knows there is a slim chance of that happening tonight.

you sidle up to him, mischievous glint in your eye as you slide something into his pocket before slinking off again, faster than he can compute.

he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the lacy fabric just enough to realise what it was. quickly spinning on his heel so as to not let anyone else see.

your fucking panties. wrapped around his fingers for everyone to see.

there’s no hesitation about it, excusing himself to the bathroom before anyone could ask what he was doing.

holy shit. you’re fucking crazy. on another playing field completely. eddie almost wishes that he’d asked for your panties earlier, far before you’d decided to play these brutal games with him.

he slides them from his pocket, not before making sure the door was locked for the second time, holding them to his nose, like the freak he truly was.

oh god.

he misses you so bad. he’d take the most boring, uneventful missionary for the rest of his life if it meant you’d never deprive him of this ever again.

it takes a moment for him to regain enough consciousness to rejoin the party, keeping his fingers wrapped tight around the lacy material as argyle prattles on about some crazy new strain he’d discovered.

your eyes sparkle, waiting for him to meet your gaze. but he’s not giving you that. not allowing you the satisfaction of ruining him so badly.

-

the second the van is far enough away from the house, eddie wails loudly in despair.

“that wasn’t fair!” he whines, throwing his head back against the seat of his van, gripping onto the steering wheel for dear life.

“it’s totally fair,” you refute, smiling away to yourself.

“no it’s not,” huffing like a petulant child, “i can’t give you my boxers to sniff.. it’s not equal.”

“i’m sorry- you sniffed them?” flabbergasted, “you’re a pervert,” collapsing into a fit of giggles.

“yeah i fucking did,” proud of his perversions, he was the most sexually frustrated he had ever been, sniffing your panties was nothing compared to what he felt like doing.

“weirdo.”

eddie wants so badly to reach over, slide his hand underneath your dress and really take advantage of the no-panties situation. he was getting hard just thinking about it.

it’s crazy how much you insulting him was actually turning him on more.

“please just let me touch you,” he pleads, “i’m sorry for what i said, i need you,” there had been a time where eddie had to make do with getting to feel your touch every couple months, he’s not sure how he ever survived.

three days and he felt like he was about to implode.

not only had he dreamed of your pussy, it had been haunting him in his mundane life too.

stuck under some dusty old car at work, only thinking about how good you felt, ignoring any of the actually important things he had to do.

“nuh-uh, you made your bed, now lie in it,” propping your feet up on the dash, causing your skirt to slide even higher.

eddie couldn’t believe you’d be so evil and cruel, even in his darkest hour you were depriving him of you.

-

at some point in the night, eddie’s brain must have decided that enough was enough. his half-asleep, dream filled mind doesn’t really comprehend what he’s doing, hand snaking around your waist, using your body as leverage to pull himself closer, pressed against your ass.

“eddie.. eddie,” you hush, shaking his arm. “you’re cheating,” voice still hoarse and sleepy.

“i give up,” he grumbles, slowly grinding his hips against your ass, “you win, i lose,” admitting defeat at long last. if only he had sucked up his pride enough to do this four days ago.

“four days.. four fucking days,” you scold, though make no effort to move away from him, “you can’t even last a full week, you loser,” chastising him was music to his ears.

“mhm,” he grumbles into the back of your neck, “keep being mean to me, i love it,” spare hand creeping down to shift your shorts to the side.

you laugh into the pillow, moving your hips backwards against his crotch, “you’re so pathetic,” you goad, only firing him up more.

“oh god,” he groans, still rutting against the soft fabric, “i’m gonna cum right now,” whining into your ear.

“if you cum without fucking touching me, i’m gonna be so pissed off,” your grip tightening on his forearm, almost pinching him.

he huffs into your hair, slowing his rhythm to a complete stop, hastily tugging on your pajama shorts, eager to get them off and his dick wet.

this can’t have been any better on you, really, not only were you punishing him, but yourself too.

your shorts rest somewhere around your ankles as eddie struggles to get his own boxers down, grunting in sheer desperation as his cock aches for you.

his hand slides underneath your tee, pulling it up with his arm, gripping onto your boob for leverage. eddie’s never been one to take control but if he hadn’t, he’s not sure you’d have ever touched him again.

wasting no time in hoisting your leg higher, his already leaking tip nudging your sopping entrance. confirmation that you’d been just as eager for it as he was.

“‘m so hard for you,” pushing himself between your folds, shuddering at the overwhelming feelings jolting through his limbs.

“shit,” you breathe, placing your palm above his as it gropes your fleshy skin.

“need you-oh god.. so bad,” senselessly thrusting his hips, slamming against your ass while the bed begins to rock, thanking his lucky stars that wayne was still at work.

“yeah? tell me, tell me how bad you need it,” gasping for air, your soft, angelic pants fill his tiny bedroom.

eddie groans, aching to please you but also unable to fathom the correct words needed to truly convey his feelings.

“y-you’re all i think about,” tightening his grip on your skin, “at work..” panting his words out between rhythmless thrusts, “at home- fuck oh fuck,” squeezing his eyes shut, hoping to make this last at least a few minutes longer.

nothing had ever felt so euphoric, frying his nerve endings, sending his brain into a hazy state that he just may never recover from.

“fuck,” you grit, clawing at his hand, “missed you so bad,” rolling your head back to rest on his shoulder, showing no mercy to his neighbours with your echoing moans. guaranteed to receive disgusting looks from david across the way for the rest of his life.

at this point, eddie becomes an incoherent babbling mess, eyes pressed shut as his stomach flips and turns in all directions. is now the time to start thinking about having kids?

“let me.. let me cum in you,” driven wild by the thought of filling you up over and over. a rare treat that really only lead to a week of stress for you both, but so incredibly worthwhile.

chanting his name right into his ear, other hand stuck between your thighs, circling your clit with an animalistic ferocity. you’d wanted this just as bad as he did, only you were clearly more strong-willed than he’d ever be.

not a second of this had been boring or anything he ever wanted to miss again. swearing to himself that he’d never be so to open his mouth foolish again.

“y-yeah,” nodding encouragingly, “please,” nearing your own, overdue orgasm.

eddie had been clued on to all the little signs for months now, tightening around him while your moans turned more into whimpers, jaw slack and your eyes rolled back.

“shitshitshit,” he rushes, certain he’d left indentations in your skin, “gonna cum- gonna cum in you,” making sure that you know what you’d signed up for, not that he had much choice.

his orgasm rocks his body, juddering as he paints your walls, howling as the overwhelming feeling washes over again and again. four days of built up energy all coming out in one.

you shriek, “oh god,” your body turning to putty between his arms, trembling as you cum, “mine.. all mine,” cradling his arm in yours, placing half-assed kisses to his neck.

he was, unashamedly so. no one had nor could ever come close to the way you make him feel. dragging him to the lowest levels of his pride just to boost him right back up when you said shit like that.

eddie doesn’t let go, scared that you’ll come out of your haze and get mad about his failed temporary abstinence.

you shuffle round under his grip anyway, face burning and your hair resembling a birds nest, though completely content as his release drips down your leg.

your palm slaps his cheek playfully, “don’t you ever call me boring again,” squishing his flaming hot skin between your fingers, “because you’ll never touch me again,” unsure of whether you were joking or not.

“yes ma’am,” running his fingers down your side, until they reach the curve of your ass, “that’s a promise.”

[youraverageaemondsimp]

“Thou Shalt Not Covet.” // Angel!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Human!Reader

Summary: An angel's duty is to protect and guide humans; never to desire them, for it is a sin. Yet Aemond, the most trusted angel of God, finds himself yearning and desiring for you, a human.

WARNINGS: nsfw, mdni, smut, dubious consent(?), afab! human!fem!reader x angel!aemond, masturbation (m.) unprotected p in v sex, tiddy sucking, fingering, cunnilingus/oral (f. receiving), forbidden relationship, body worship, blasphemy(?), creampie, cumming inside breeding kink, slightly disturbing content at the end, religious themes. + NOT PROOFREAD

WC: 4.5k

A/N: so I'm officially breaking my hiatus with this piece, I know I haven't posted for over two months and I apologize for that! Exams and everything practically ate my life away! // divider creds to @cafekitsune

God's most trusted angel, Aemond Targaryen, was no ordinary angel. He was sincere, always performing his duties without fail. He was respected amongst his peers, the most obedient angel of god.

Lately there have been rumours about the curse of being God's favourite, whispers about the old tale that all knew very well started resurfacing, the tale of the fallen angel. An incident that is now used as a way to warn angels from disobeying God and trudging the path of temptation.

Must all angels that were favoured by God fall into the way of sin? It has happened before, it might happen again.

Aemond decided that he would never be like that, he wants to prove that he is nothing like the fallen angel and how being God's favourite angel is not a curse, but rather a blessing.

And he did just that. Until a day arrived when he was sent to the land below on an urgent mission.

Aemond was reluctant to descend down to the land of people but he had to on the order of God, his mission was simple, to guide humanity through the famine that was occurring along with the drought that was caused by the devil to wreak havoc amongst the villagers. Messing with God's treasured creations has always been the devil's hobby after all.

And so he disguised himself as a human, helping men, women, children alike to recover, he blessed the land with fertility so that the land could produce crops once again. It was not an easy task, he had spent many weeks on the land, learning how humans function and go about their life which was quite a contrast to angels.

He also learnt how frail the human body is, how much energy is required to perform tasks and an unfamiliar feeling of hunger which he never felt when he was an angel. Every sensation was new to him but he overcame all the difficulties in order to finish his duty.

At least, that is what he had thought…

“Ser?! Are you okay?!” A voice shrieked in shock as he blinked his eye open to see an unfamiliar face with the look of concern staring down at him. You noticed how pale his face was and how dull his features looked, his lips were dry and chapped.

You were just taking a walk through the forest in search of medicinal herbs when you encountered this man lying unconscious in the middle of the path which made you panic thinking he was dead. You sighed in relief when he opened his eye.

“What happened to me?” He asks confused and you furrow your brows, “You fainted.” You tell him and he sighs “Why? I have been eating well though.” He mutters to himself and you clear your throat, you noticed how his face showed signs of dehydration earlier so you end up asking him a question “Did you drink water?” to which he replies with a “No, why?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose in disbelief, “Water is an essential thing to survive, you fainted because of dehydration.” You explain his situation to him and he lets out an annoyed sigh, “Ugh, why are human bodies so frail and require so much material to sustain oneself?” He grumbles and you stare at him confused.

“Whatever, drink this.” You give your pouch of water and he drinks it greedily unknowingly, emptying the entire sac, he hands it back to you. Aemond tries standing up but immediately stumbles, however you catch him just in time so he doesn't fall. “It seems the dehydration was worse than we thought, my house is nearby, let me take care of you.” You offer him help and he just simply nods, “Lean onto me okay?” You instruct him and he does as you say. You lead him to your house.

It was a small house amidst the woods but not further inside, you opened the wooden door with one hand and pushed it with your foot and led both you and the man inside. You opened the door to your small bedroom and took him inside, helping him lay on the bed.

“Please rest comfortably.” You smile at him and he nods, “I will go and prepare medicinal tea so you can recover.” You inform him before getting up and reaching the exit.

“Wait!” He calls out and you turn around with a questioning look, “May I get your name?” he asks politely and you give him a small smile, “It's Y/N” You tell him and he smiles back at you, “ ‘Y/N’ such a pretty name.” He mutters to himself before looking at you, “Thank you Y/N.” He appreciates you genuinely which makes your heart flutter and you give him a nod. “What is your name?” You ask out of courtesy “Aemond.” He replies with a slight smile and your eyes widen, “Oh like the angel!” You affirm and he nods, “Like the angel, yes.”

“You have such an amazing name, that too it being after God's favourite angel.” You compliment him genuinely and he nods shyly. You take that as a cue to leave the room and prepare the tea for him.

Tying your beige apron; you quickly pull out the jar of dried hibiscus petals from the wooden shelf before taking a few of the petals and grinding them slightly, you added those grinded petals into the bot of boiling water and let it simmer for a minute before blowing off the fire and straining the liquid into a wooden cup.

You carry the hot beverage into the room only to find Aemond asleep, ‘his body must've been overly worked without any water’ you smile to yourself before placing the cup down onto the table, the slight noise startling and waking Aemond up from his slumber.

“Oh I apologise, I did not know that the noise would startle you.” You say in a slightly amused voice and he shakes his head, “It's alright.” he replies. “I bought the tea, you can drink it when it cools down.” You point at the cup on the table next to the bed and he nods, “Thank you.” He appreciates your hospitality.

You give him a small smile and he returns it, and then the room falls silent, awkward tension filling the air. You clear your throat in an attempt to break the tension before speaking up “So… I've never seen you around this area before or in the town, are you new here?” You question him.

“Mhm, I just recently got into this town after hearing the news of famine spreading here.” He answers truthfully, he had been going around the area into multiple villages and towns, solving the famine.

“Ah yes, there has been a shortage of food supplies since our land did not produce any crop this year.” You say sadly, thinking about how all the once healthy people in the town now look starved and unhealthy because of the shortage of food.

Aemond notices your sadness immediately and he grabs your hand, wanting to reassure you but the moment his skin comes in contact with yours, he feels electricity shoot up his spine that makes him retreat his hand immediately.

“Are you okay?” You ask concerned, reaching out for his hand. His breath hitches when you touch him, you examine his hand thinking something happened to it, all the while he's trying to control his breathing.

Why does his body feel hot when you touch him?

He gives you a quick nod and pulls his hand away from your grip and grabs the drink in order for the gesture to not seem rude, but luckily for him you don't dwell on it too much.

“Famines and Drought occur when the devil wants to mess with God, something he does for attention while thousands of people are affected.” Aemond grits his teeth, thinking about the reason why many humans are dying and you look at him confused, “And in these times of difficulty, many forget to pray, because all of their time is spent surviving, which further weakens the protection of the land.” He continues.

“So what do we do?” You ask confused.

“Pray, I was going to go to the centre of the village and start praying so that the rain falls tomorrow, but… I ended up like this.” He says embarrassed.

“Do you think God will really help us?” You question and he's shocked and offended by that question but he holds his composure, “He will. Have faith in him.” He tells you and you nod.

“Since you said you were new, you are free to stay in this house, besides you need to recover as well.” You offer him and his eye widens, “I can't, you've already done too much for me.” He refuses but you shake your head, “It's alright aemond, I was starting to stray from the path of God due to the recent problems, but after meeting you, I'm somehow comforted that everything will be alright, a feeling which I haven't felt since the start of the drought.” You admit honestly and he stares at you in awe.

And so you let him stay in your house.

You and Aemond have gotten undoubtedly closer, realising how you both held the same values and opinions, you helped Aemond spread the word of God and soon just like he said, the rain fell and the land began to recover.

You both were currently looking outside the window as the gentle drizzle of rain fell elegantly outside, making the lush greenery of the trees stand out and the smell of wet mud provided a deep comfort to your soul.

“You were right, Aemond.” You smiled at him and he smiled back, using his angelic powers in his human body exhausts him out, especially since the body of the human is so frail and weak, so he often has to recover in your house, but you just thought that it was because of dehydration like the first time.

You looked outside in awe, meanwhile Aemond stared at you instead, your face extremely beautiful as if you had been specially crafted by God himself, your eyes shone as brightly as the stars in the night sky and your hair that cascaded down your back like a waterfall. He couldn't stop admiring you.

He watched as your lips parted when you let out a satisfied sigh, wondering how they'd taste, would they be sweet as they look? He wanted to taste you.

His eye widened in realisation at his own behaviour and thoughts, mind spiralling down a hole knowing that he shouldn't be thinking this way, his closed his eye and took a deep breath, trying to push off all the feelings away but when he opened his eye back again, he was faced with you who looked at him ever so concerningly.

The warm feeling in his heart only growing stronger each and every moment. “Aemond? Is everything alright?” You ask and he nods, “Yeah everything is fine, it's just..” ‘I wanna kiss you.’ He wants to say it so badly, “I just feel under the weather.” He lies.

He lied.

Aemond never lied.

You find it odd but brush it off and leave the matter at that, focusing on the rain outside once again watching as the droplets trailed down the window.

Aemond feels hot on the inside, a burning sensation of itchiness that urges to be scratched, he excuses himself and goes into the bedroom, saying he needs rest, once again, a lie, he shuts the door to the room and you're left alone in the living space.

Deciding not to think much, you began cooking lunch, making soup for the hundredth time.

Aemond leans against the door, breathing heavily as his body grows hotter and hotter every moment, there's a weird sensation between his legs that makes it hard for him to focus on anything else, he looks at the bulge in his pants and touches it, wincing at the electricity that shoots through him.

It's painful.

He knows that whatever he's feeling is wrong.

But it's too painful to bear.

He closes his eyes trying to collect himself but he cannot contain himself, and so he slowly grabs the bulge giving it slight squeezes for it to stop the feeling but not enough to make it go away.

Why is the human body like this?

Why couldn't he control his desires like he did when he was in his angel form?

He slowly pushed his hand down the material of the breeches and held his cock, he grips it which makes him choke out a moan at the sensation.

It felt good.

And so he slowly starts stroking it up and down, curiously experimenting by brushing his thumb against the tip which causes him to whimper, he clasps his own mouth shut at the noise he made but doesn't stop stroking himself.

Muffled noises of soft moans fill the room as he touches himself wondering why the feeling isn't going away, he strokes himself faster which causes him to throw his head back against the door with a loud thud.

“... Aemond?” Your voice makes him stop all of his movements, “Y-yeah?” He replies, trying to sound normal, “I'm making soup, is that okay?” You inquired for his opinion and he replied a choked “Yes.”

He hears your footsteps walk away from the door and he continues to stroke himself, the memory of you calling out his name doing wonders to his imagination as he pictures you moaning his name beneath him, he rubs himself faster, grip tightening on his cock envisioning that he's fucking into your cunt instead of his own hand.

And before he can comprehend the imagery; he feels an immense amount of pleasure shoot through his entire body, making him see white and let out a loud muffled moan of your name o as he feels the wet liquid spurt out of his cock and onto his hand.

He's trembling by the time he's done, looking down at his now unclean hand, white liquid dripping down his palm, the situation of what he had done weighing heavily upon him, the feeling of dread seeping into his body- and so he lets out a soft sigh.

What has he done?

He quickly finds a cloth to wipe himself off and uses the water in the bowl beside the table to wash his hands, he sees his own reflection in the water, feeling disgusted at what he had done.

But it felt so good.

He quickly leaves the room to find you crouching down, tending to the fire as you prepare the soup on top of the heated slab. “Need help?” He asks and you flinch, looking at him with a flushed face, “Hm? O-Oh no need.” You look away quickly. He frowns wondering what happened, you stand up and reassure him that nothing has happened and push him towards the table to sit down. You slightly rub your thighs to ease the tension between them.

You couldn't focus; After all- you just overheard what he did inside the room, the muffled moans, the strokes, and when he called out your name. You heard it all.

The wooden doors aren't really good at covering noises.

A few days passed by quickly after that, the town began to see changes as the crops began sprouting quickly, and soon Aemond's mission was finally completed. Which meant he had to return to the heavens.

But he did not want to.

He actually feels guilty returning to heaven after what he did with his human body.

He was slowly putting his clothes away, ‘packing’ to leave when the door opens which reveals you. Your eyes glance over to the sack of clothes and you quickly realise what's happening.

“You're leaving.” It wasn't a question, but rather a statement which leaves your lips weighed heavily with sadness. Aemond felt something inside him crack as he looked at your solemn expression.

“I have something I want to confess before I leave.” He speaks up and your eyes glint with hope, wondering if he'll confess his feelings to you finally- “I'm an angel.”

…

…

“Aemond, now isn't the time to be joking.” You furrow your brows but he shakes his head, coming closer to you and holding your hand, “I am not, I came here on a mission to solve humanity's problems and now I have to return to the heavens.” He can't stop speaking, no matter how much the voice inside him tells him that he shouldn't be revealing his true identity to humans. “Aemond, this is not funny-”

“I'm not trying to be funny, I am not lying, here I'll prove it to you.” He lets go of your hand, and moves to the window, and your eyes widen as the sudden sunny weather darkens and rain begins to fall.

You shall not reveal your identity.

You shall not flaunt your powers.

“Is that enough for you to believe me?” He asks and you're shocked, “Are you really..?” You question and he nods. The air shifts and you realise that you're in a heavenly presence which makes you scared- “Be not afraid.” He tells you and your breath hitches in your throat.

He moves closer to you again, caressing your cheek, “I'm telling you all this because- I don't know, I don't want to leave you behind.” He admits truthfully. “But if you're an angel, then we can’t-” You try to speak, but he cuts you off, “I know.”

“Truth be told, I have no idea what it is about you that made me hold such feelings towards you, but all I know is that I want you, I desire you, I need you.” He grips your shoulders, hands digging into your flesh.

You must not seek out a human.

You must not engage in worldly pleasures.

The atmosphere is filled with silence and tension as you look down, unable to form a sentence as your thoughts feel too complicated to process and Aemond just stares at you.

‘Do it.’ he hears a voice at the back of his head.

‘You want her, so do it.’ It encourages him.

‘If you want her, you must claim her.’ It's evil.

‘But I have to return to the heavens.’

‘Will you truly be happy in heaven?’

‘I'm not sure.’

‘Without her? Will you be able to continue to live without her?’

‘I do not know..’

‘If you do not claim her, she will fall in love with another mortal man, will you be able to stand it? Watch down from the heavens with the realisation that she was never yours?’

‘But I must not, I will soil myself, I do not want to give into the worldly pleasures.’

‘Hah, you're a fool, do as you wish, just remember that once you leave, she will never be yours, she will belong to another man.’

‘Stop.’

‘-She will be touched by another man, kissed, caressed, hugged, all the things you want to do to her'

‘Stop.’ Aemond tries resisting the anger that fills him when he imagines another man touching you.

‘She will get fucked by another man, and you'll watch it happen.’

“That's enough!” Aemond screams which startles you, “Aemond?” He looks at you, and your eyes widen when you realise something in his eye has changed, his pupil resembles that of a reptile. “What's wrong—” You're cut off from your words as he presses his lips against you, electricity courses through your body when you feel his soft lips against yours.

His lips move messily against yours, and he tastes just like honey, you try to resist wanting to tell him that this is wrong, and rationalise that he'll be cast out from heaven if he engages in intimacy with you but you aren't able to form coherent words because of the way he's constantly cutting you off with messy kisses.

“I want you, I need you, I can't let you be with any other man other than me.”

You're conflicted on whether you should encourage this but you remain silent, and aemond takes your silence as an agreement, he slowly slides off his robes and fully shows himself naked in front of you.

He's working on your clothes next, pulling them off you in swift motions before you're left standing bare just like him, he cups your cheek and tilts your face towards him, “Aemond… you'll be punished.” Your voice is laced with concern. “Look at you.. Always concerned for me, it doesn't matter anymore, I've made up my mind.” He pushes you towards the bed and onto it before climbing on top of you.

He places the soft pillow below your head for comfort before he trails soft kisses on your face, down to your neck, breasts and stomach.

“Beautiful, my beautiful lady.” He mutters against your skin, pecking and pulling it between his teeth. “Your body is so beautiful, your frame, everything about it is so beautiful.” He praises peppering kisses being placed on your breasts. He watches in awe as your nipples harden and poke up, and so he wets his lips before opening them and taking your nipple into his mouth, sighing softly in satisfaction.

His tongue swirls around your nipple, playing with the bud and flicking it up and down, the suckling noises that leave his mouth are sinful that makes you wet down there, you grind up against him to feel at ease.

The room begins to get hot and your small gasps and whines fill the air, accompanied by his grunts of satisfaction, that he finally got to touch you like this. He leaves your breast with a pop before focusing his attention onto the other one. “Aemond…” You wail and he looks at you, “... need you down here.” Those words leave your mouth unexpectedly as you rub your clit and he immediately listens to you letting go of your breast.

He travels down until he's directly faced with your cunt, he watches in amusement as your essence drips out of your hold which he licks up and brings up to your clit and suckles on it. “Hggnh!” You arch your back in pleasure as you feel tingles all over your body, your cunt pulsing around nothing when you feel his tongue play with your clit.

He nibbles on your clit, his teeth slightly poking it which makes slight pain shoot up your body. His tongue moves up and down, from your hole to your clit, he sucks on the flaps of your cunt harshly that causes you to whimper.

You feel his finger prodding at your opening before he slowly pushed it inside, “Fuck Aemond!” You let out a whine when you felt how his finger was stretching you out whilst his tongue worked magic on your clit.

He slowly pumped his finger in and out, letting you adjust to it before pushing another one inside which made you shriek but he hushed you with a kiss to your clit, and soon enough- the slow licking of your bud and the pumping of his fingers made you reach your peak. You clenched your eyes shut at the impact of your orgasm; feeling as if your whole body was set on fire, you saw plain white as your whole body quivered because of him.

He pulls his face away and draws back his finger only for him to put his fingers in his mouth, loving the way you tasted. He climbed upward until he was face to face with you and kissed you, making you taste your essence.

“So beautiful.” He says softly as he sees your dazed expression and messy hair, the way your lips are parted slightly as you take deep breaths.

He couldn't contain himself anymore.

He wasted no time in lining himself against your entrance and slowly pushing inside, you gasped when you felt how big he was, but you didn't stop him but instead held onto his shoulder as he pushed it inside inch by inch.

His hair cascaded around his face, making him look angelic, he closed his eye; gasping for air when he felt you clench around him. The way your walls were wrapped around him drove him insane; he couldn't hold back any longer as something in him cracked, his pace was messy and fast, almost desperate as if he was waiting his entire lifetime for this.

The sound of thrusts echo in the room as he speeds up, your back arches in pleasure when you feel him hit a certain spot inside you, his hands grip your waist as a leverage as he constantly thrusts deep and deeper inside you.

He feels like he is in heaven again, the feeling of you finally being his and how you're squirming underneath him, moaning his name, not anyone else's.

“You feel so good.” He grunts, “so fucking good— my love.” he places a kiss on your breast, before looking at you once again, your eyes staring directly at him. The sight of you beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist as you try to grind into him, indicating that you want him too makes him go feral.

His thrusts soon become sloppy, he knows he's gonna finish in mere moments, so he angles his thrusts upwards— hitting your sweet spot multiple times— making you see stars when you peak.

He's almost blinded when he feels his orgasm hit him, the intensity of the sensation being way too much to handle, he lets out a loud moan as he slowly rides out his orgasm all the while pumping you full of his seed.

He pulls out moments later and lays down beside you, trying to catch his breath, and you pull him closer for a hug.

Everything goes quiet for a few moments as you both try to recover.

Only for the silence to be broken by Aemond agonising screams.

“Aemond?” You panic not knowing what's happening.

Aemond feels as though his entire body was on fire, and then the flesh on his back distorts as his white angel wings spring out of it, you stand there in awe when you look at them, they're white feathers, but soon that emotion of amusement is replaced by pure horror when you see it be forcefully get ripped apart from his back by an invisible force of nature.

You scream in terror, while Aemond tries to bear the pain, he knew this would happen sooner or later, but he couldn't help but scream as the pain of having his wings ripped apart and pulled from his back is agonising.

Maybe the curse of being God's favourite was real.

And what Aemond is facing right now is God's punishment for trudging the path of temptation.

“Please- it hurts.” Aemond croaks in agony.

You feel helpless, not being able to do anything except watch, you just cradle his face, his hand grips onto yours tightly.

And soon it's done.

You could only watch as tears dripped down from his eye.

His once beautiful angel wings were ripped apart, the feathers all over the room and the only thing that remained of it were the scars of the wound on his back.

The scar that indicates the two wings were pulled out.

An angel without wings.

A fallen angel.

— !  ݈݇- thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated greatly ♡

[beaureveries]

ONE SHOT : NUMBER ONE FAN

Dallas Wings paige x Golden State Valkyries azzi

trigger : lovers to rivals (just for the game) + fluff

I loved writing this sm! please let me know what you think, and feel free to request if you have any pazzi story ideas. <3

- 3.5k words

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The day has finally came.

The day that everybody was waiting for ever since the 2026 WNBA draft players were announced.

Azzi Fudd the number one draft pick for the Golden state valkyries in 2026

Up against

Paige Bueckers the number one draft pick for the Dallas Wings back in 2025.

Also former teammates at Uconn known as the best backcourt duo that led Connecticut to win their 12th NCAA Championship after the long drought.

The first official match up between the two best friends ever since high school

Was finally happening.

Dallas Wings vs Golden State Valkyries

And everybody was simply sweating nervously in their seats, preparing to watch one of the best match ups to ever probably exist in the history of the WNBA.

Cause who doesn’t know the Multi talented Paige Bueckers who won the Rookie player of the year last season. Added on with her as the highest player to score in assists and blocks throughout the season.

Don’t even get me started with her perfect midrange and court awareness.

And of course who doesn’t know Azzi Fudd. One of the most or just might be the best shooter in the nation that just led Uconn to their 13th NCAA championship, back to back.

Her shooting stroke? Effortless and Pretty.

Easily one of the best.

Not to mention their relationship throughout the years that caused speculations in the public eye, wondering if they were truly just best friends.

Best friends to Rivals? Who doesn’t love that.

Easily causing this match up to be one of the most anticipated WNBA game of the season with a full sold out arena at chase center San Francisco, California.

Accumulated over 18,000 people at the Valkyries home state game.

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“Who do you have your money on?” KK yelled at her teammates over the loud background music and cheering crowd.

Sitting in the middle of the court-side was the Uconn and former Uconn team. Sarah, Jana, Nika, Aubrey, Aaliyah and more.

You name it, we got it.

Cause who would want to miss the match up of the century? Especially when they themselves know that Paige and Azzi were clearly not just best friends.

But girlfriends.

Attached by the the hip and inseparable girlfriends might i add.

Lovers to Rivals? Even better.

“I got my money on Paige.” Jana shouted back.

“Me too” Nika added, raising her right hand while she scrolls on her left waiting for the game to begin.

“Nah y’all be tripping, we know Azzi bout to win for real” Aaliyah interfered in an obvious tone, walking back to her seat with a corndog on her hand.

“Yea I bet Paige has her money on Azzi too” Ice shouted loudly that made the whole team laugh, nodding in agreement.

The whole arena was bubbling with excitement as the crowd was screaming so loudly, chanting Paige and Azzi over and over again.

After what felt for ages for the fans, the buzzer finally rung indicating the match was about to begin.

They began off with the starting five introductions as always.

“As point guard… Number 5 Paige Bueckers” the commentator introduced as the fans screamed.

Paige smile unusually bright as she stands from the bench clapping her teammates before she walks off to the middle of the court.

Her smile never seems to fade as she moves her head like instinct to the other side of the court, wandering off to the one and only girl that always has her attention.

“And now for the golden state valkyries starting five, we have the rookie as shooting guard number 35…Azzi Fudd”

The crowd was roaring at this point.

Paige’s eyes never trailing off the brown headed girl as she claps her teammates with her beautiful dimples full on view for the whole arena to see.

Azzi was smiling so effortlessly and her eyes shone bright full of pure excitement.

God Paige wishes she could kiss her right there and then…

Paige literally had to shake her head off to focus back on her team, but just as she was about to shift her gaze.

their eyes locked across the court.

And Paige swore her heart beated so loud when Azzi gave her a wink.

They held their gazes for five seconds before Azzi broke it off, focusing on her teammate introduction.

Leaving Paige all red and grinning sheepishly like a teenage girl who just got acknowledged by her crush.

After the starting line was done being presented, they finally took their places on the court.

No more smiles and grins, both paige and Azzi were locked in.

Both of them wanted to win.

It didn’t matter if they were former teammates, best friends or girlfriends.

They were currently rivals on the court.

And that’s all they needed to know.

First Quarter

As soon as the buzzer blew indicating the jump ball to start, Paige grabbed the loose ball swiftly like she did it a million times before.

Dribbling slowly towards her side of the court while analyzing her teammates, who’s open and who’s not.

And what are the odds

Azzi was guarding her.

It hasn’t even been a minute and the person who guarded her first was Azzi Fudd, her former teammate, best friend and girlfriend.

Paige doesn’t know if this was a such smart idea since her girlfriend knew her and how she played in and out

Or

If this was such a dumb idea cause paige knows her and how she played in and out.

“Oh this bout to be fun” paige mutters underneath her breath just enough for Azzi to hear.

“Bring it on Bueckers.” Azzi challengingly smirked.

Paige just raised her eyebrows amused, suddenly remembering how they used to call each other by their last names when they were rivals in high school.

“You said it Fudd” she grinned before she threw the ball almost half court straight to her teammate, Maddy Siegrest hands who was standing openly on the three point line.

Maddy jumped and threw the ball swiftly off her hands.

swish

one…

two…

three…

three seconds of pure dead silence throughout the whole arena before the public announcer shouted

“THREEEEEEE MADDY SIEGREST”

And the whole arena erupted with screams.

Azzi glanced at the ball that just fell through the basket before looking back at Paige.

Paige lifts both of her hands up nonchalantly while walking back for defense, eyes still locked with Azzi.

her eyes almost screaming either ‘what can I say, I’m just good like that’ or ‘you think your the only one who can shoot good?’ as she broke off contact with a smug on her lips

and Azzi swore she will remove that smug off her girlfriend’s ‘full of herself’ face.

which she didn’t know was gonna happen so quickly…

Cause the second she went to her position on the three point line, Veronica immediately assist her the ball.

And although Paige and her team has already anticipated this cause God forbid how many times paige has explained it to her team, that ever since Azzi got drafted.

About how they should never, I mean ever let Azzi open at the three point line or any line in general.

While her teammates listen in agony and say they understood her and she doesn’t have to say it over and over again.

But of course talking and doing is completely different.

Cause the second that ball landed on Azzi’s hands, dijonai knew she was too late to block it.

Swish

“THREEEEEEE AZZI FUDD” the PA announced as the arena boomed loudly.

Azzi didn’t have to look back at Paige cause she knew the blue eyes were already on her.

Dijonai looked at Paige with her eyes wide open while Paige shifts her gaze from her girlfriend to her teammate while mouthing a clear and obvious.

“What did I tell you.”

Q1 ended with 15-16 with Golden State Valkyries on the lead.

Second Quarter

Paige hates losing, and her team is currently behind by one point.

And that’s still losing.

So that’s why she decided to carry the second quarter after she kindly yet not so kindly huddled her group and reminded them why they needed to guard Azzi more tightly after she scored 9 points from the three point line alone in the first quarter.

The team finally realizing why she’s been saying this so much was clearly caught off guard by how quick and effortless Azzi does her jump shot and shooting storkes.

They were now on full court defense and subtly yet not so subtly guarding Azzi like their life depended on it.

And Azzi knew what was gonna happen.

Of course Paige wasn’t gonna let anyone shoot in-front of her face and gets away with it

Not even Azzi.

So when Paige scored eleven points alone in the second quarter, she knew she awakened the demon.

The Valkyries knew they needed to step up in defense.

With twenty seconds left in the second quarter and 15 seconds left on the shot clock.

Paige crossed midcourt like she owned it

Kate tried to reach in for the ball—bad move. Paige spun past her, the ball barely kissing the hardwood. Veronica stepped up, trying to get paige to pass the ball to anyone but her.

Anyone is better right now than to have Paige holding the ball.

A hesitation shown on vericona’s face, confusion on what paige might do next, a shift, then—boom Paige exploded forward, slicing through the lane like a blade.

The crowd held its breath.

With a smooth euro step as she neared the basket with two Valkyries towered upon her, both Temi and Kayla reading the room loud enough to block her before she shot.

But Azzi knew Paige better.

Azzi quickly yelled “GUARD ARIKE!” just as Paige rapidly made a bounce pass towards arike who was right behind Kayla before going for an easy open lay up.

The second quarter ended just like that.

The Valkyries took a second squatting and holding onto their knees as they took heavy breaths, while the crowd let out a deafening cheer.

Q2 ended with 32-26 with Dallas Wings on the lead.

HALFTIME

Third Quarter

Azzi was being guarded and blocked throughout the whole second quarter.

And for someone who is best known for her jump shot…

being block back to back wasn’t typically ideal.

Although she did a pretty good job in assists and rebounds on the second, the valkyries needed her to shoot.

She even overheard her coach thinking to bench her on the third if she keeps on not shooting

Azzi was furious.

She was not letting herself get benched.

She was also getting kinda pissed of at her girlfriend, cause part of this was her fault.

She was the one who told the her team to guard her more tightly.

‘Just wait until we get home’ Azzi glared annoyingly on the back of her girlfriend’s head, slightly pouting hoping the blonde will get her angry signal.

Which was denied cause Paige didn’t see her glaring.

Which made Azzi even more mad.

The third quarter started with both of the respective teams fired up.

And Azzi was not letting anyone blocking her this quarter.

She found every tiniest and possible chance to leave the person who was guarding her and shoot a quick swift motion shot.

Three’s? Two’s? Doesn’t matter, as long as the ball goes in the basket.

The valkyries and the wings go back to back in this quarter with Azzi endless shooting and Paige endless assists and unexpected ways to get the ball through the hoop.

Last minute in the third quarter.

Azzi was now up against Paige.

Paige was in her stance, low and locked, eyes never leaving Azzi’s.

The arena pulsed with noise, but in that moment, it all faded. Just the two of them— everything unsaid hanging in the space between.

Azzi dribbled once, twice, then crossed over sharp, the ball a blur.

Paige stayed with her, step for step, breath close enough to feel. But Azzi didn’t flinch, a smirk suddenly flickering on her lips as she saw a way, she stepped back—smooth, confident—and rose for the shot.

Paige’s hand was there, almost grazing her fingertips, but the ball arced high, perfect, effortless.

Swish

Azzi landed. Her gaze still on Paige, like the bucket was a message only she could read.

“I read that y’know” Paige muttered as she grabbed the ball that fell perfectly into her hands, eyes still on Azzi’s.

“I know” Azzi said nonetheless, giving paige a small dimpled smile before heading back for defense.

Paige furrowed her brows on confusion, what was azzi trying to play on her now.

Until she realized—

The second Paige was about to break eye contact with Azzi, Veronica stole the ball right out of her hands and went for a straight layup.

The buzzer rung

It can’t get anymore embarrassing than this.

Everybody is gonna troll her for being a simp now.

And Azzi? She couldn’t be more happier.

Q3 ended with 54-51 with Golden State Valkyries on the lead.

Last Quarter

The arena was soaring with anticipation while Paige was getting an earful words from her teammates over that last simpful turnover.

And Paige admitted it was her fault.

I mean it’s the Azzi Fudd affect.

Who wouldn’t fall for that?

But this was the last quarter so she had to be more locked in, she told herself that she could stare at Azzi all she wants after the game.

So she’ll just try her best not to on this one

Both teams were fired up.

Both teams were heavy on defense and went back to back on rebounds.

68-68

The crowd was holding their breaths

Thirty seconds left.

Azzi took the inbound, heart pounding, eyes scanning.

Paige was on her instantly—locked in, no room to breathe. But Azzi drove left, faked right, and pulled up at the elbow.

Paige quickly yelled “LYSS”

Mid-air, lyss lunged to contest—and clipped her arm.

Whistle.

The shot dropped anyway.

Two points. And-one.

The crowd went wild.

Azzi stepped to the free throw line, calm fire in her veins. One deep breath, one flick of the wrist—net.

Now up by three.

What a performance by Azzi Fudd.

The clock bled down to five seconds.

Paige got the ball near behind three, no time to think.

Azzi was there, shadowing her every step, but paige jabbed, stepped back, and let it fly from deep three.

Time froze.

The buzzer blared.

Swish

Tie game.

“OVERTIME.”

The arena exploded.

Fans jumped from their seats, some screaming, some lost of words, others just standing there stunned, hands in their hair like they couldn’t believe what just happened. It felt like the roof could rip off from the noise.

Paige smirked, turned and walked to the bench, eyes on Azzi. That shot wasn’t for the scoreboard.

It was for her.

Azzi stared at her girlfriend in disbelief, shocked and not shocked at the same time, “of course she would do that” Azzi scoffed but failing to hide her suppressed smile.

Q4 ended with 71-71 (tie)

OVERTIME — 5 mins

Tension wrapped the court like a storm cloud.

Fans stood.

No one was breathing.

Paige controlled the tempo, cool and deadly. She drove hard, eyes slicing through defenders, then zipped a behind-the-back pass to Lyss, who cut in from the baseline—layup, clean.

71-73

Azzi didn’t blink. She got the ball at the wing, Paige right there—too close, too personal. She jabbed, hesitated, then blew by her. One step, then another. Euro step through traffic.

Bucket.

Even Paige exhaled—just a little.

73-73

Next play. Paige crossed half court, defenders swarming. She faked left, sent the ball whipping to Arike on the right—pull-up jumper, nothing but net.

73-75

Back and forth. Azzi answered again, this time from the corner, hand in her face. Still good. Arike slapped the floor in frustration

75-75

A minute left. The crowd? Unhinged.

Paige slipped a bounce pass to Dijonai, who bulled through a defender for two.

75-77

Thirty seconds.

Kate got the rock, this time guarded tight by Lyss, Paige shading over. She faked a handoff to Azzi, then exploded off a screen, driving hard into the lane. Paige recovered quick, forcing her into a midair twist—but Kate spun and tossed a slick no-look pass to the cutting forward underneath. Layup.

Tie game.

77-77

Arike threw the ball a little too hard, it goes out of bounce.

Timeout.

Valkyries ball.

The dallas wings fans all fell down on their kness.

Paige crouched near the arc, adrenaline humming in her chest. She knew where it was going.

Everyone did.

Azzi got the inbound near half court.

Five.

Four.

She took one dribble, stepped into the shot.

From almost half court.

The entire arena inhaled.

The ball sailed up.

Hung.

Fell.

Swish

Buzzer.

The crowd erupted like an explosion of thunder and fireworks—people screaming, jumping, pouring onto their feet in disbelief. Azzi stood still, fists clenched, jaw tight—but her eyes found Paige across the court.

And Paige?

She was smiling. No anger. No ego. Just pure, wild joy in her chest as she jumped up and down, like she’d just watched art unfold in real time.

Not because her team lost.

But because Azzi hit that shot.

And somehow… that was enough.

And finally she let out a breath of relief and smiled.

FINISH

80-77 Golden State Valkyries Win.

P’s point of view

She should’ve been mad. Should’ve felt the sting of the loss burning her chest. But all Paige could think about was the way Azzi looked when she hit that shot—that calm, locked-in face she only made when she was doing something epic. Something beautiful.

Paige let her teammates pass her in the handshake line, their claps and “good game”

Because she knew.

Azzi would be the last one too.

Always saving the best for last.

Their eyes met.

No words.

Not yet.

She stepped forward.

A’s point of view

The win was electric, yeah. Her teammates were bouncing off the walls, chest bumps and chaos. But none of it hit quite the same.

Not until she looked across the court and saw Paige, standing there.

Waiting.

Azzi had known that shot was going in the second it left her fingers. But this moment?

This quiet walk toward the girl who knew every version of her—on the court, off the court, under the lights, and behind closed doors?

This was the part she felt in her chest.

She reached the end of the line, the noise behind her fading into nothing.

Paige met her there.

And for a moment, they just stared at each other.

Azzi extended her hand, a smirk teasing the corner of her lips. “good game, Bueckers.”

Paige took it—but tugged her gently forward until they were chest to chest, arms wrapping around each other in a hug that wasn’t for the crowd.

Wasn’t for the cameras.

It was theirs.

Paige leaned in, her lips brushing against the shell of Azzi’s ear.

“I saw you hit that shot,” she whispered.

“And all I could think was… God, she’s mine. I’m so proud of you.”

Azzi didn’t pull away right away. Her hand stayed pressed against Paige’s back, heart hammering under her palm.

“I knew you’d say that,” she murmured back. “That’s why I hit it.”

Enemies, officially.

But lovers?

Undeniably.

“You lost by the way” Azzi said in an obvious tone.

“Who cares, my girlfriend just got her career high and hit a half court buzzer beater” Paige scoffed.

“And I won’t lose the next by the way” she added chilly.

“Sure you won’t” Azzi roller her eyes.

“You know I’ll always be your number one fan Az” Paige whispered softly just for Azzi to hear.

“I know, me too P” Azzi closed her eyes, and hugged her tighter letting this moment linger a little bit longer.

Same team, different team, together or 1000 miles apart we gon ride till the wheels fall off.

- Paige Bueckers

[ynnova]

Hello! Wanted to start off by saying that I love your posts. I follow your soloist OC and your writing blog too and I love all of your writing and visual edits! I don’t see much idol reader content so I think this blog is so much fun!

Are there any viral moments of yn from the Will to Power tour? Times where yn had atinys going feral during performances? Maybe some fun moments with the members on stage or funny interactions with atinys from send off? Or maybe even cute/funny moments with the members at soundcheck/sendoff (you don’t have to answer all of these if you don’t want to!)

Also, are there any viral/iconic moments of yn from Wanteez? (Going through a wanteez drought and currently rewatching episodes)

Thanks for taking the time to write for us and for sharing it! Excited for all your future posts!🫶

( 🪩 ) A BREAKDOWN OF Y/N DURING WILL TO POWER TOUR (AMERICAN LEG )

iconic moments aka atiny going feral :

THE LOOKS!! you never failed to serve when it came to outfits. be it for soundcheck, during, your solo stage, or during the ending.

it was just look after look after look

you even altered the official tour shirts by cropping them or adding ribbons to them (you've done this with past tour shirts so you're continuing the tradition at this point)

you also rocking the strapless shirt that was released with the tour merch... atiny were so shocked that you and your stylist managed to have everything stay in place.

the dance break between you and wooyoung which had atiny dying – your closeness sending atiny reeling

dying your hair red and debuting it at the phoenix concert

the entire stadium singing 'cosmic' during the new york show and you revealed later that it was so loud that you couldn't hear the music or yourself

lightinys turning pink during your solo

they turned other colors too during your solo but a lot of atiny thought the pink was super pretty

the 👏 vocals 👏 always 👏 hitting 👏

YOU SUDDENLY BREAKING OUT THE SEXY BODY ROLLS

both atiny and the guys were going crazy over it

you simply breathing, trying to catch your breath, and the entire stadium loses their minds

you smirking and atiny start barking

moments with the members :

jongho, yunho, and mingi pouring water on you at the la day 1 concert and soaking you

you then immediately going up and hugging wooyoung after and getting him wet as well

you confessing that you have matz memorized and so the boys make you rap part of it and you do which then makes you flustered

fans also caught seonghwa and hongjoong smiling as they watched you

probably the most iconic moment with you and another member is when san kissed you during 'dancing like butterfly wings' at the arlington show

you were so stunned in the moment and multiple atiny caught it from different angles and it went viral right after the show was over

hongjoong accidentally proposing to you during duluth day 1 and atiny absolutely losing their minds over it

you were having an outfit issue and seonghwa – who was three members away from you – effortlessly helped you without saying a word before going back to where he was standing

ateez and atiny singing 'happy birthday' to you at the new york show (your birthday was the next day) and you crying while jongho is singing a high note in the background

mingi smashing your face in the cake right after and wooyoung doing it again two minutes later

during an end ment, you were on the verge of tears but turned away so atiny didn't see you cry – as you cried, yeosang came up and gently hugged you and hid you from atiny's view and cameras.

jongho letting you baby him JUST ONCE by squishing his cheeks

you constantly flirting and teasing the members during the ments or performances

you using atiny's phones to take videos and selfies with the members

soundcheck moments :

san coming up and backhugs you while you sing and you immediately lean into him as you do so

you playing with mingi's hoodie strings while he raps and the two of you dancing

you and yeosang accidentally wearing matching outfits but he tells atiny that it was planned

you and hongjoong posing together and showing off your matching tattoos

you reading a sign that says "y/n! who's sexier? you or wooyoung?" and you immediately mouthed 'me!' while pointing to yourself

calling atiny "baby" and "love" at multiple soundchecks which make them lose their minds

wooyoung kissing your cheek and you kissing his in return and leaving a mark on his cheek

another atiny had a sign that said "y/n do you have a boyfriend?" and both you and san read it

you laughed at it but san frowned and made a thumbs down as he pulled you to him and walked away

sendoff moments :

looking at wooyoung with disgust whenever you see him try to eat a kirby plushie – he did it on purpose cause he knows you love kirby

an atiny commenting on how great your butt looked in the pants you were wearing and you turning and smirking at them

atiny telling you to say 'hi mom' and you instead say "hi mommy!"

an atiny gifting you with a beaded bracelet that said "sanyn" and you wearing at the next concert for the encore stage

you constantly calling every atiny cute and complimenting their outfits

and then smirking when you make them flustered

you posing with different plushies

the other members actively photobombing your photos

and you looking at them with disgusted each time and other fans catching it

your manager stressing every time you cuss with the fans

"you look so fucking pretty y/n!" "you're so fucking pretty too!"

you asking an atiny if they had a good time and they said no, so you said "good" in response with a straight face

[earthtooz]

…u mentioned rin. what do u think about unofficial bf rin seeing u in another guy’s jacket cs when u asked him for his he said he’s too cold to give it to u.

the itoshi rin writer within me coming alive for seven be like...

gn!reader who is the assistant manager for rin's team, pro!player itoshi rin, playful y/n, situationship between rin and reader, rin is jealous bc this is how i celebrate the end of an itoshi rin drought in the manga, unedited + apologies for bad writing

A hand slaps down on the table in front of you, the harsh sound of skin meeting wood softened only by a mere jersey. The sudden interruption rips you from the paperwork you had been assigned at the start of the day, ripped from the world of sporting brand deals and competition contracts by a certain grump you have the pleasure of dealing with. 

“Put this on.” Itoshi Rin demands, cold voice rocky with conflict.

“What?” You ask, mind dazed and eyes sore from reading so many words. 

“Put this on.” Rin seethes through his teeth, practically waving his jersey in your face. 

“Why?”

“Because you need it.” 

“Not anymore, I’m not. Isagi gave me his jacket.”

“I can see that. That’s why you should put. This. On.” 

“Hey, you were the one that was cold!” You counter, capping your pen and pointing it at him. “Remember? You were like ‘why didn’t you bring your own, you idiot. Warm-ups haven’t started yet, so I can’t give it to you’.” 

It irks him how you imitate him with a sneer that he swears he doesn’t have, or how you deadpan your tone to match his, but what irks him even more is the fact that you’re wearing Isagi’s jersey instead of his. Rin has half a mind to burn it instead of returning it to the dark-haired when he gets his hand on it.

“Just- just take it!” He demands, pushing his neatly-folded jersey even closer to you.

“Don’t want it anymore,” you resist, mischief gleaming in your eyes. “People are gonna get the wrong idea.”

“And that is?”

“That we’re romantically involved,” you tease and Rin swears he feels his eye twitch. Sometimes he asks himself why, that out of all people, you were the one to capture his heart. You’re playful, understanding, and maybe a little too cunning for his own good, but he can’t find it himself to want you to change, and that is when he knew love-dipped arrows had struck him through the heart.

Accepting love’s toxins is why Rin finds himself completely exasperated, staring you down; the physical manifestation of everything he adores and simultaneously drives him crazy. After months of denying his feelings for you, and this is what he gets in return?

“Why would those idiots get ‘the wrong idea’?” He asks, deciding to play into your hands.

“Being seen in public with each other is a big step, y'know, especially if I’m wearing your jersey.”

“What the- so why can you wear Isagi’s jersey?”

You tap your pen against the table at a metronomic pace. “Because Isagi and I are just friends!”

Itoshi Rin can feel a migraine materialising. “I don’t care anymore, just, put this on already.”

“Your teammates may begin to speculate.”

“They’ve seen us kiss, what is there to ‘speculate’?” the athlete asks.

“We’ve never held hands in front of them, though,” you contest. “Me wearing this is kind of like you asking me to be your partner so-”

“So put on the damn jersey!”

With a hidden smile, you finally accept his gift, holding onto the soft fabric with a delicate grip. After months of dancing around being an ‘official’ or ‘unofficial’ couple, triumph settles in your stomach when you pull the collar of his jersey over your head. The expensive smell of his cologne invades your senses, distracting you from the satisfied look in his teal gaze.

A hand finds yours and effortlessly pulls you out of your office chair to be almost chest-to-chest with Itoshi Rin. “Let’s go,” he murmurs, snatching Isagi’s jersey as he drags you to the pitch, never letting you stray one inch from him.

He wants his teammates to get the 'wrong' idea, after all.

wrong idea as in you are romantically evolved, you're welcome xx

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[reasonsforhope]

— Deforestation in the Brazilian Amazon dropped to its lowest level since March 2018, according to new data from the Brazilian government.

— Deforestation for the year to date is down 40% compared to 2023, with expectations for a significant annual decline when the “deforestation year” concludes on July 31.

— Despite declining deforestation in the Amazon, the region is experiencing a rise in forest fires due to a severe drought...

Deforestation in the Brazilian Amazon continued to plummet in May [2024], reaching the lowest level since March 2018, according to new data from the alert system run by Brazil’s national space research institute, INPE.

According to INPE’s DETER system, deforestation in May 2024 amounted to 501 square kilometers (193 square miles), an area 147 times the size of New York City’s Central Park. This tally brings the accumulated deforestation detected by DETER over the past year to 4,350 square kilometers, down 54% from the same time last year.

For the year to date, DETER has detected 1,182 square kilometers of forest clearance, down 40% from the 1,986 square kilometers recorded at this point in 2023.

[Note: January 2023 is when Lula da Silva was elected in Brazil. As you can see, after that, deforestation immediately plummeted. He is doing SO MUCH for the environment, we are SO lucky he beat Bolsonaro (the big pro-deforestation guy) for president of Brazil.

Also, in case the above chart makes you think we're doing worse than ever, that chart actually starts on a major low point for deforestation, toward the end of Lula da Silva's first term. Here's another chart that gives a longer-term picture, from 2002 to 2023. If we are lucky, Lula da Silva will bring the kind of drop in deforestation to us now that he did during his first term: an almost 80% drop in deforestation.]

Pictured: Annual deforestation in the Brazilian Amazon since 2002 under each presidential administration, according to INPE’s PRODES system. Note: Temer took office on 31 Aug 2016 replacing Rousseff, while other presidents started their terms Jan 1. Also 2023 data is preliminary.

The decline in deforestation registered by DETER mirrors the trend recorded by an independent system maintained by Imazon, a Brazilian NGO. Imazon’s system is seen as a check against official data.

The alert data suggests observers should expect a sharp drop in deforestation for the 12 months ending July 31, the period Brazil uses for measuring annual deforestation. July 31 corresponds with the peak of the dry season across much of the Brazilian Amazon, when cloud cover is at a minimum, facilitating efforts to measure changes in forest cover.

For the annual assessment, Brazil uses higher resolution satellite imagery, which requires more time for analysis. In contrast, the shorter timeframe of DETER enables authorities to take action against illegal deforestation if there is interest in doing so. Data from DETER and PRODES, the annual system, have a strong correlation.

-via GoodGoodGood, July 2, 2024

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Only Mine

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 2.4k

[cw]: 18+ only, smut, jealous overprotective Jax, angst, short fight scene (if you can even call it that), car sex, oral f receiving, teasing, unfinished sex

[authors note]: I had this idea floating around for awhile and then this request inspired the rest! thank you!

“I’m sure you say that to all the ladies.” 

You were along the bar, chin in palm, blinking your lashes at the man sitting beside you. He smiled back wryly. He was pretty perfect. Clean cut, slightly muscular, no tats covering him from top to bottom, no bike sitting in the parking lot. He was a little cocky, aware of his good looks, and in all honesty, any other day he’d be the type of guy you’d usually find pretty boring. But for tonight, he’d be a welcome distraction. 

“So you’re really here alone?” the man asked, looking around as he took a sip from the glass in front of him. 

You smiled back, twisting a strand of hair into your fingers as you sipped your beer, “that surprise you?” 

“Someone like you doesn’t come around here often. Can't imagine you haven’t been snatched up yet.” 

Technically, he was right. Jax and you hadn’t spoken in days, and although the mutual silence was a regular occurrence, you somehow always found a way back to each other. It never had been made ‘official’, but it never really needed to be. You both stuck to each other like the end poles of magnets, impossible to keep apart yet impossible to stay together. You and Jax were a burning flame amongst a sea of trees condemned to an endless drought. Your love was toxic and infuriating, and it pained you both how hurtful you could be to one another. Yet for some reason, you always went back. You’d reconnect, one of you would fuck up, and then it was back to square one all over again. 

“Haven’t found the one yet”, you teased. 

He gestured to the bartender with his hand, “can I buy you another beer?” 

You smiled politely back at him, “you can buy me as many as you want.”

You picked up your drink and pulled his hand with your other as you led him to one of the quiet booths settled at the back of the bar. You spent the next hour cosying up to your stranger, soaking in the attention he gave you. He was overly attentive and extremely polite, almost a little too nice for your liking. No roughness on the edges, no fight in him. Just a gentleman through and through. You sat inches from each other, tension building as the drinks continued to appear. 

“Can I kiss you?” The man asked as he leaned in, hovering above your face. It wasn’t often you were asked to be kissed. You stared into his eyes through your long lashes, nodding in approval.

He smiled shyly into your lips as they pressed against his. He was gentle, his hands slowly moving to your waist, never straying further. 

He laid back into the bench, taking a sip from his beer. “You know I never did catch your name.” 

You didn’t want to share anything with this stranger, the anonymity bringing less questions and expectations. 

“Later.” 

You cupped his face in your hand, grazing his jaw with your fingertips as you brought his mouth to yours again.

He was nice, but the longer you spent kissing your gentle stranger, the more you yearned to be in the hands of your depraved biker. Jax was urgent and desperate for you each time you were in his arms. There was a mutual desire that turned you both into crazed maniacs when you were together. It was something you’d searched for every time you were with someone else, because nobody you’d ever come across had given you that same feeling. 

Jax had a way of turning you into the only girl in the world. Until he was fucking the next croweater who threw themselves at him the following day. 

Tonight, you were going to allow yourself to enjoy the gentlemen in front of you. You leaned back into the bench, trying to edge him on top of you as you sunk into the bench against his lips.

You were so entangled in your stranger that you never even noticed him arrive with half of The Club. It wasn’t until you were interrupted by the break in your lips as he was pulling the man off you by his shirt, forcing him to the floor as he was knocked flat on his back. 

“Jax!”

“Dude! What the fu-“ he tried to stand up, but Jax placed his shoe directly on his chest, crushing him to the ground. The man grunted under the weight, failing to pry the shoe off of him. “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” He pressed down into the man’s chest harder, restraining himself from crushing his rib cage all together. 

The stranger looked at you with wide eyes, trying to speak through the force compounding his lungs, “she said she was alone!” 

Jax smiled at him as he laid spread out on the dirty bar floor. 

“I don’t give shit what she said. Your time is up, pretty boy.”  

You were ashamed to admit that you thoroughly enjoyed watching Jax furious with envy over you, but you did feel bad for the innocent guy beneath his sneaker. 

“Get the fuck off him, Jax.” 

He glanced up at you, taking a long look at your flushed pink cheeks and swollen lips.

The crowded bar was now zoned in on your table, watching and entertained by the drama unfolding. Chibs, Juice and Bobby guarded the table, ensuring no onlookers got in the way of Jax’s jealous fuelled rage. 

He picked the man up by his collar, pulling him to his feet as he threw him against the wall. Jax gripped at his jaw, lifting his chin to force his eyes towards you at the bench. “I suggest you apologise for bothering my girl.” 

“Jax don’t be ridiculous-“ 

He ignored you, glaring at the man in his grasp, tightening the grip on his collar. 

“I’m sorry, okay!” 

“Not to me, asshole. To her.” 

You rolled your eyes, watching as he tormented the innocent stranger you had set yourself upon.

“I’m sorry I bothered you.” His voice cracked from the hold Jax had on his collar, draining the circulation from his neck.

Jax shoved the man off the wall, releasing him as he was once again flown across the laminate. He stumbled to regain his balance before he started running, bolting for the exit. He disappeared at the speed of light, chuckles from Juice and Chibs echoing through the bar as he ran. 

You stood up from the bench, storming off in anger for the door. 

Jax followed you into the empty, dark car park outside the bar. His hands stuffed into his pockets as he watched you slump against the brick wall, sliding down to sit on the pavement. You put a cigarette to your mouth as you searched for a lighter in your bag. You hadn’t felt tipsy until the air hit you, realising your head was spinning.

He paced over to you, crouching forward with his lighter, igniting the cigarette between your lips. 

“You’re such a prick sometimes, you know that?” 

Jax slid down the wall beside you, his legs bent slightly at the knees as he sighed to himself, lighting his own cigarette. “Not gonna argue with that.” 

He exhaled a large cloud of smoke as he spoke, “but you were basically fucking that guy in an open bar, y/n.” 

“First of all, no I wasn’t.” 

He chuckled, amused by your irritation. 

“And second of all, what the fuck has that got to do with you? You’re the one who decided to get knee deep in Ima last week, again.” 

“I told you I was drunk.” 

“And now I’m drunk too”, you protested.

He shook his head as smoke escaped his lips, fingers twirling the silver lighter in his hands. “That isn’t going to happen again.”

Your head fell back as you groaned at his promise, leaning against the hard brick behind you. “Yeah, ‘cause I haven’t heard that one before.” 

He smiled, nudging your leg with his playfully. “You know I mean it. Doesn’t matter who I’m inside, there's only one face I see.” 

You turned your head towards him, leaning your face on his shoulder. “I’m tired of this, Jax. You and your mommy issues are giving me whiplash.” 

“Yeah, well your baggage ain’t so easy to handle either.” He placed a hand over the back of your head, stroking your hair as he spoke.

You responded with a punch to his knee, swaying his leg. “You can’t just keep beating men up because they’re interested in me. That guy was actually sweet.” 

He threw his cigarette across the pavement before he grasped his hands into your hair, entangling his fingers between the strands. He crushed his lips against yours, his tongue lapping into your mouth. His fingers smoothed against your face, the feeling of his cold rings brushing against your cheek. Your foreheads connected as your eyes closed, resting silently along each other. “I can be sweet too.” 

You chuckled, playfully biting his lip. “You’re a sweet, jealous prick, Teller.”

He pulled into you once more, pecking your lips slowly before escalating into your lips, pulling you on top of him. You straddled him there in the lot, surrounded by empty parked cars in the dead of night. His hands gripped at your waist, pulling your body tighter to him, the feeling of his erection pressing into your jeans. Your hands twisted into his hair, holding his head against yours. He smirked against your lips, trailing his hands lower to your ass, as he secured his hands in your back pockets. He stroked your cheek with his nose, kissing the pink tinted skin.

“I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.” 

Your mouth found his as you raised your eyebrows, mumbling into his lips, “then take what's yours.”

He grinned, lifting you in one swift motion from his lap, standing you up against him. He pulled you across the parking lot as you stumbled drunk, trying to keep up. He led you to your car, opened the back door and pushed you flat against the back seat. 

Jax laid above you, planting himself between your legs. He angled himself between the seats, crushing his mouth against yours. His touch was ravenous, ripping the buttons from your jeans waistband as he pulled the denim from your ass. You giggled as he struggled to get them off entirely between the leather of the flat seat. You lifted yourself up, helping as he removed them. He pulled at your shirt, lifting it higher to expose the skin around your stomach as he leaned into you, gnawing at the skin in short pecks from your navel to your now exposed panties. You grasped at his hair as he claimed you with his warm mouth, suffocating himself into the fabric that covered your mound. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking soaked for me.” He groaned at the taste of your slick pooling into the cotton, pulling your panties to the side. He circled his tongue against your clit, watching you, utterly mesmerised as you whimpered at the sensation. He rolled his thumb against your dripping fold, “this pretty cunt is mine.” 

Vibrations filled your entire being as he nuzzled into your mound, lapping his tongue repeatedly against your slick, his hands lifting your ass to push deeper into you. You tugged at the roots of his blonde hair, drunken moans of his name filling the car park as you struggled to keep quiet. He pulled away, his face glistening from your juices as he smirked at you, caressing his fingers against your pussy. “You want your sweet guy to finish you off?”

Your head fell back at the taunt, “c’mon Jax, don’t- stop-”

He pulled your panties down your ass, exposing your cunt entirely. His tongue stroked you, prodding at your swollen nub, before hesitating again. “Tell me you’re mine.” 

“Fuck, Jax- I’m- yours. I’m only yours.” The words trailed slowly from your gritted teeth, your head swirling from the feeling and the beer. You chased for his mouth, drawing your hips up closer to his face.

“Look at me when you tell me.”

You used all your might to lift your head from the seat, finding his eyes staring into yours, fire blazing within them. You spoke between your sharpened breaths, trying to form a coherent sentence. “I said- I’m yours.”

“I can’t hear you, darlin’. You’re only what?” 

Your head collapsed into the leather seat, cries escaping your lips as you squirmed your hips higher to find his mouth again. “I’m yours- Jax- shit-”

“That’s my pretty girl.” 

He stoked his tongue against your clit, enjoying every moment as you pleaded through your moans for him to take you to your climax. He was revelling in your anguish as he teased at your cunt. He played with your folds again, his fingers caressing the soaking skin. 

“No other man comes near my pussy, isn’t that right?”

You groaned in response, his claim on you sending you further into spiral. “No- no one else.”

His lips reconnected to your cunt, whimpers of desperation pouring from your lips. His fingers finally found your entrance, rewarding you as he slid into your seam, pushing you towards your release. 

He muttered into your mound, “you only cum for me.”

Your body exploded at his instruction, collapsing onto his fingers as they curled against your sweet spot, his mouth soaking in your orgasm. He delighted at your unravelling, his hands travelling your body as he found your breasts, kneading into the soft skin.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let go for me.” Your thighs shook around his face uncontrollably, squeezing his head into your cunt.

He released his hand from your mound, hovering over you as his lips laid flush against yours. He danced around your mouth, forcing you to taste your slick that covered his tongue. Jax straddled over your hips, holding himself up against the headrest of the seat as his throbbing cock found your entrance. He positioned himself, sliding between the folds, a squeal escaping your throat as he filled you entirely. 

Before he could fuck you senseless, a loud repeated bang was heard against the hood of the car, startling you both.

“Jackie boy! We gotta go!”

Jax collapsed against you, groaning in frustration. If you weren’t so drunk from Jax and the beer, you would’ve been furious. Instead you giggled, amused by the interruption, “Chib’s and his impeccable timing.” He sighed, his head resting against your chest. 

He pulled out from you, as you rushed to put your underwear back in its place. He smirked against your mouth as he kissed you one last time, parting your lips between his, "guess I’ll just have to finish claiming you later.”

read part two here