#I���ve been loving this au too much

[kelstey]

friendly neighbourhood spider-man

modern! au, spider-man!mattheo riddle x reader

warnings : none

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

you rested up in your bed, the light pitter patter of rain pouring up against your window. the sky was a gloomy, dreadful grey. despite the dim - depressing outside, you were fully engrossed in your book.

rainy days were the best, tucked up in bed, shitty, cheap fairy lights hanging by a thread covered your walls, a hot cup of tea and a book.

thankfully - you had the day off of work, and there would ve been no better way to waste your day away than engulfed in a fully fictional world of your own as you read about men that simply would never exist in the real world.

you sipped the fruit tea, realising you maybe went a bit overboard with the honey but it was good - nonetheless. and with the cost of living crisis it's not exactly like you'd waste away a, somewhat, good cup of tea.

you rolled your eyes, setting the book down as you looked out your window. for fucks sake. you let out a huff, opening the window to let the red and blue suited man in.

"mattheo what have i told you about coming to mine? especially in your costume," you shut the window as he climbed into your room.

"lovely to see you too," he sat down on your desk chair.

"fuck! mattheo you're bleeding!" you grabbed his wrist and pulled him up, leading him into the hardly made-for two bathroom. "sit," you told him and he sat up on the counter.

"it's not that bad," he finally took his mask off, a cut visible on his nose. there was splatters of blood all over his face, his forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat yet he still looked amazing.

"not that bad? are you fucking joking me?" you couldn't even look at him - more so focused on trying to gather items to patch him up with.

it wasn't unusual, matthe showing up to your flat unannounced. though you had told him multiple times that it wasn't safe for the spider man to wander into some random flat in the middle of london.

you didn't want any of his stupid enemies trying to hunt you down - gosh, mattheo would go batshit insane if anyone ever laid a hand on you.

despite that - the stupid fucker was at your flat, once again.

"well at least i'm alive.?" he shrugged.

"best believe you won't be alive if you keep getting injured like this," mattheo hissed as you wiped him down with some rubbing alcohol. "do stupid things, get stupid consequences."

mattheo was fighting his smile back - adoring the way you were mad at him yet still were helping him. "i'll be okay," he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

you stood between his legs, arms on either side of him as you looked down. "i really care about you, mattheo. i don't like seeing you hurt," your eyes watered as you made eye contact with him.

as much as it hurt you that he was visibly injured and bleeding - he still looked as good as ever. the cut on his nose was truly something.

"i know, baby. but it's kind of my job, you know? your friendly neighbourhood spider man?" he placed a hand on one of your cheeks as he admired you, using his sweet, gentle eyes on you.

"i fucking hate you, you know that, right?" you looked away as a smile spread across your lips.

"you gotta admit though, it's a flex to call spider man your boyfriend," mattheo chuckled.

"sweetheart i think you forgot the part where only i know you're spider man. and ned - and auntie may."

❃゜・。. ・°゜✼ ゜°・ . 。・゜❃

[sabine-smitten-obviously]

Good Omens - December reads part #1- fanfics recs 🤓🩷🎄

I ´ve decided to write a short summary each month about the books i read. I need this to let go of the stories, its a nice way of saying good-bye to them and to spread the love to the authors and to you. 🩷

I only read finished stories and rarely one-shots. You will find no WIPs in here, as i really like to dive deep into the plot and i keep losing track of WIPs. Also you will only find happy or at least hopeful endings here - i couldn´t handle anything else.

Thank you to @di-42 for inspiring me to do this with her own monthly review! 🤗 Check her out, she is an incredible author!

Also i try to find every author here on tumblr to link-to, but sadly some times i am out of luck. If you happen to know them, please tell them, write to me in the comments or DM me and i will update the post!

Multichapter Fanfics

Forbidden roman(ce) by WorseOmens

Sadly this story seems to have been deleted, also the author is not on AO3 at the moment. Maybe they have disabled or deleted their account. Its a pity, because it was a truly nice story.

It plays in ancient Rome. Crowley is living in a villa just outside Rome and "inherits" a slave from his uncle. For at first undisclosed reasons he tries to keep him away from his other slaves - and what other way is there than to spend time with him himself?

A nice story, only a bit angsty to me, and the last 2 chapters really cracked me to sobbing tears. I do so hope that the fic goes up again or that some of you might know the author and tell them about this. Maybe some of you have downloaded the story already (just like i had) and will still be able to enjoy it!

Lunacy by @snae-b

OMG - i have been a sucker for the whole Alien-Films for decades. If you know them (Sigourney Weaver - i mean how cool can you be stearing a hauling-robot to kill an alien?) - you know the feeling they produce.

This is exactly what this story is able to capture. Crowley is head of a mining-crew on the outer borders of the known space. Aziraphale is a geologist coming with them. The plot is an angsty pageturner which had me leave the light on at night. Just loved it and made its way to my re-read list. 👽

Love in the Garden by @tawnyontumblr

It´s the early 90ties, its UK and its gay. HIV and Aids are kind of a rumor, no one knows exactly what is going on. Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves right in the middle of it. This story is SO SO important, but please do mind the tags before you start. It will be a hard read. 🩷 To me it was very precious, this is exactly my teenager-time and i remember it all too well. Please remember i only rec stories with a happy ending! Apart from that - i am SO thankful for how far we have come concerning this disease.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Goodbye? by appleseeds

Human AU; Aziraphale is dragged to a Halloween-Haunted-Castle-"Party" by his friend Tracy. He clearly would rather curl up in bed with a book than being there, but thank Someone there is this beautiful stranger sitting across of him, who doesn´t seem to want to be here either. They go ghost-hunting through the castle - what will they find? 😅

The small ad by @theladydrgn and @sylwritesstuff

Tall, lanky ginger of arguable gender available to be your significant other ... This is the ad Crowley puts out and Aziraphale decides to call. With the family reunion ahead he doesn´t want to go there alone - again. Gabriel would be too much of a nuisance. You can imagine the rest!

I love the authors and have read more of their books in the past. They are always very easy to follow, funny and satisfyingly smutty. 🌶😁

Three two one, we go live by HazelSage

Crowley is falling in love with his secretary Aziraphale, while secretly being addicted to a camboy called "not an angel". What he doesnt know - Aziraphale has a secret side-hussle ...

The story is merely an excuse for writing lots of cam-scenes with Aziraphale having solo-sx for his fans-only-channel. Do mind the tags !! Plot-to-Smut-Ratio = 15:85 😁

Tastes by @tawnyontumblr

Aziraphale is bound to be wedded and searches Crowley´s help to become a rake so that his betrothed doesn´t want to marry him any longer. Love in regency times, gentle gender discussions in a time that no-one even knew or at least talked about it. Wonderful story that had me re-read whole pages because they were so touching. Also: very hot!

One-Shots!

Anthony J. Crowley, Retired Demon and Airbnb Superhost by @theoldaquarian

I found this story through another rec from @di-42 and it really had me laughing. Crowley rents his flat out as an Airbnb and here you can read what people say about it. Very funny! 😅 The author seems to have deleted their tumblr-account, so i couldn´t link them.

Naked and afraid: Jingle Hell by @klikandtuna

Crowley and Aziraphale don´t know each other, they participate in the same TV-Show, which is called "Naked and Afraid" and is set in the Jungle. It´s a survival show. The rest is a very funny plot exclusively consisting of banter and scene-descriptions.

Not really a One-Shot, it´s over 20k, but i stumbled in and it was just so funny that i kept on reading. Biggest laugh: "I’m about to lose a testicle to frostbite." 😅 A christmas-story you can read all year through.

Some strangeness in the proportion by @trailingoff

Set after the end of S1. Aziraphale has been punished by the "destruction of the demon" and he grieves deeply. He moves into Crowleys flat and just wants to be alone. If just this angel wouldn´t keep showing up, trying to help him overcome his feelings.

Loved this one, it was written before S2 and somehow i wonder if it doesn´t hit to the point with its message ... Also a bit longer for a one-shot with 11.500 words.

Puttin on the Ritz by @moonyinpisces

It´s New York, it´s the 1920ies and Aziraphale is on a heavenly mission, when he accidentally bumps into Crowley. As part of their arrangement Crowley decides to take over and Aziraphale gets to watch a demonic temptation for the first time. Will he be able to resist? A short, funny, fluffy smut story. 😉

Incredible Artwork by Zoe @vavoom-sorted-art 🩷

Green Light by @dragonfire42

After the second not-coming Aziraphale decides it´s time for him to finally "cum". He uses all the historical appropriate terms to tell Crowley his wish and can´t fathom why Crowley doesn´t understand. At least at first. When he does, 6000 years of pining break loose. Very funny!

All i want for christmas by @naromoreau

Oh i loved that story so much! Crowley is the single-dad to Warlock, Aziraphale the single-dad to Adam. They meet at school for the christmas-party of their kids, where Aziraphale also acts as Santa Claus and asks Crowley to help him dress up. How they end up in the janitory closet? Guess you have to find out! Very sweet and hot. 🎅🩷

So thats 13 fanfics in the first 8 days - wow. I never kept track of my readings this way and i am a bit surprised myself. thanks to all the wonderful authors for making my nights! 🤗

[spid3namy]

YOU'LL JUST H✰VE TO T✰STE ME

ft. aki hayakawa & denji

cw: 18+, fem!reader, vampire au, kinktober event week one, blood kink, praise kink, dom aki & sub denji, unprotected, pet names, mdni.

words: 3.2k

“stop squirming around so much.”

aki’s voice comes out a low hum, his lips pressed up against your neck as denji sits on the other side of you. you could feel just how close they were to you; could practically feel the way they were pressed up against you.

truthfully, you didn’t know how you ended up sandwiched in between the two of them. well, you did but you didn’t. 

you had just been joking with them when you said they were a married couple! it was just a joke! so, why the hell did they have you pressed against their chests? 

your head was practically spinning with the way they didn’t seem to want to move away from you. not that you could really complain; not when aki was pressing kisses onto your skin in ways that made your brain shut off. 

he seemed to know it too. especially with how he stared at you with a knowing look on his face. one that sent shivers up your spine; you hadn’t seen him look at you like that. you had never seen him look at anyone this way. 

it was making your body incredibly hot. like you would pass out. 

“don’t hog” denji’s whiny comes from beside you, a pout on his face as he stares at aki. it was obvious that he didn’t enjoy being ignored. especially not when it came to aki; he loved getting attention from him.

not that he would ever admit that aloud. he had pride! and he refused to allow that pride to be tossed away just to admit that he enjoyed being given attention by aki. 

he knew he would never hear the end of it.

and that was totally something he was not willing to risk. 

“be patient. you’ll get your turn” aki says sharply, barely even looking at denji as he continues his assault on your skin. denji pouts and huffs, allowing his cold hands to move down your waist. 

a shiver rushes up your spine at how cold his hands actually were;  he had always been so cold whenever he touched you. you weren't completely sure if you loved it or hated it. not that it really mattered; you knew he wouldn’t stop touching you even if you did hate it. 

he had never been one to understand what ‘no’ meant. 

and maybe that’s what made him so charming. denji was always so determined whenever it came to things he wanted. whether be something small or something big, he was always so determined to get things he wanted. 

it was cute. not that you would admit it.

the feeling of aki’s sharp teeth sinking into your neck causes a moan to leave your lips, completely caught off guard by the suddenness of it. aki doesn’t seem to really care as he sinks his teeth further into your neck, enjoying the metallic taste that hits his tongue.

the taste almost makes his eyes roll into the back of his head, his hands on your hips in a almost bruising grip. he couldn’t seem to focus on anything other than the taste of your blood; he enjoyed the way your body practically trembled as he drank from your neck. the moans you let out only seemed to cause the euphoric feeling to rush through his body more.

denji stares in awe next to you, watching as aki practically lost control over himself all because of the taste of your blood. it made him even more impatient to get a taste but he holds himself back; aki told him to listen and he would!

he was good! he always listened to all the commands aki gave him! that’s how good he was!

“aki.. hurry up. i want a taste too” denji whines, his eyes pleading as he watched as aki practically drained you with how much blood he was drinking. aki rolls his eyes and soon lifts his head up, licking his lips and looking over at denji from his side of you.

“come.” 

the simple command has denji on his feet, moving towards the side of the bed that aki was sitting on. you stare at the two with a somewhat dazed expression; eyes half-lidded. aki grabs denji’s face, pushing it towards the spot in your neck he had just sunk his teeth into.

“drink.”

denji grins and allows his teeth to sink into your neck, hungrily drinking the blood that was coming from you. an almost pathetic moan comes from denji when he tastes the metallic taste of your blood; he could certainly get used to this.

instinctively, your hands reach up and grab at his hair, a low whine comes from him as he sucks your blood. it was making your head spin; you swore you could see stars around your vision as denji sucked your blood. 

aki hums lowly and allows his fingers to lightly scrap at denji’s head, enjoying the way he practically trembles under his touch. it seemed like the both of you were a complete wreck. it was quite cute.

it doesn’t take long until you are sandwiched between the two of them once again, both men practically trying to squish you with how close they were to each other. your eyes stare up at them as the two vampires make out above you; they didn’t even seem to notice you were there.

not that you minded much; you enjoyed watching them kiss. 

it was almost ironic how they acted like they hated each other yet they were so passionate towards each other whenever they were alone with you like this. it was like some weird type of enemies to lovers story. except you weren’t really sure if they were really enemies to begin with.

aki is the first to pull away from the kiss before he looks towards you, pulling you into a kiss. you let out a whine and immediately kiss him back, your hands gripping at his shirt as you desperately try to taste more of him. you were being greedy and you knew it but it seemed that he didn’t seem to mind it. 

you could feel denji shifting from beside you, watching as the two of you made out. he looked so fascinated as he watched you and aki swap spit with one another. the kiss was messy; one that was full of teeth and tongue more than anything else.

and maybe that’s what aroused him the most. or maybe it was just the both of you together. he wasn’t completely sure. 

aki soon pulls away from the kiss, gently pushing you down onto the bed before he looks over towards denji. the two share a look; one you weren’t exactly sure meant but it didn’t seem to matter since they seemed to understand. the had some sort of telepathy going on apparently.

denji shifts from his spot next to you, moving to get in between your legs. you swallow lightly and stare down at him, watching his every move. or you would’ve if aki had tilted your head towards him.

“keep your eyes on me, sweetheart.” his voice is low and so oddly sweet. it made your heart melt ever so slightly at the way he speaks to you so sweetly; like you were the only person in the world to him. 

and as sweet as it was, you knew it wasn’t true. denji existed! and you knew you had to share aki with denji.

not that it was that much of an issue for you.

denji was more like a dog for aki. one that was so obedient and never seemed to really question the commands aki gave him. maybe he just really loved the praise he would get. maybe it was something else. you had no clue but you did think it was cute how good of a listener that denji was.

denji lets out a few breaths of air, the warmth hitting the slick part of your panties. you hadn’t even realized that he had taken your shorts off. maybe you really should stop spacing out so much.

but truthfully, you couldn’t help it!

it was just natural for you to get lost in your head so easily! you had been so used to getting in your head so much. granted, it was a little bit of a problem since you could potentially not be able to focus on the things around you.

just like now.

a gasp of surprise leaves your lips at the way denji licks at your clit; the action tentatively as though he was afraid of the reaction he would get from you. and maybe he was. he wasn’t completely sure.

aki sits next to you, his hands gently moving up and down your sides as he watches denji. he doesn’t say anything, just stares as denji licks at your cunt. it was almost amusing how shy he seemed when it came to being with you. a complete contrast to how he usually would act.

he was always so brash and never seemed to listen. yet, he fell apart when it came to you and aki; it brought aki a sense of pride to know that he had that control over the blonde. not that he ever really doubted it. aki had control over a lot of people; you included.

and he liked that. 

not that he really said it out loud; it was something only he needed to know. not that it mattered much in the first place.

“c’mon, den’.. you can do better than that, right?” aki comments from beside you, his gaze not once looking over at you as he speaks. denji allows his eyes to flicker up to aki before he gently nods his head.

you gasp at the way denji greedily grabs at your thighs, pressing his face deeper into your cunt. his eyes gently close as he practically swallows you whole; the taste of you hitting his tongue and forcing a moan to come out from the both of you.

your thighs instinctively close around the blonde’s head, moans pouring from your mouth at the way he eats you like you were his last meal. not that you ever could be his last meal; vampires can’t really die (except for those well known exceptions but that didn’t matter right now). the point was that if he were to die right now, he would happy as long as it meant being able to taste you before his death.

and denji was not ashamed of that fact.

“there you go. good boy” aki’s words rang deep in denji’s ears, heart practically slamming against his rip cage as he continues his assault on your poor pussy. his licks were relentless; each with a passion that only you and aki seemed to pull from him.

you grip at denji’s blonde strands, his name falling from your lips like some sort of prayer. he seemed to be the only thing you could think about right now. not that you really could think about anything else. not when his tongue was giving you such euphoria that everything around you seemed to disappear. 

you were completely sopping wet. it was almost too perfect; almost like a dream but he knew you – this – were real.  and it almost made him dizzy. the way you moaned his name, the way you were practically suffocating him, the way you tasted; everything was just too much for him to handle. aki’s praise wasn’t helping him either. 

it only seemed to make his body hotter with each passing moment; he felt like he would explode. 

denji continues to lick and suck at your cunt, enjoying the moans and whines that were coming from you. the way you gripped his hair caused pathetic whimpers and moans to escape his mouth; something he would be embarrassed about if he didn’t love this so much.

your moans soon get higher in pitch, your back arching upwards as you grip at his hair more; his name falling from your lips in an unspoken prayer. had he always been so good at this? you didn’t know nor did you really care.

all you knew was that he was fucking amazing right now.

“denji.. g-gonna–”

you can barely get the words out before your orgasm washes over you; hitting you like a train. your grip on his hair tightens as you whine out. denji doesn’t seem to want to stop, only continuing to lick at your cunt as you try to catch your breath. 

aki hums and taps the other man on the head, signaling him to let go of you so you could catch your breath. denji whines but otherwise backs up, licking at his lips and staring at aki with a grin on his face.

“c’mere.”

denji quickly shifts over to aki, nearly tripping on the bed sheets as he does. aki reaches up and grabs denji by his shirt, pulling him down and pulling him into a kiss; he could taste you in denji’s mouth.

it tasted sweet. 

you were barely really focused as the two switched spots; aki taking denji’s place in between your legs as denji sat beside you. the rest seemed like a blur to you. maybe it was the post clarity you were still experiencing. 

aki doesn’t seem to care much though. not with the way he was so greedily pressing the tip of his dick inside you. he’s gentle though, going slow so as to not hurt you. though, it made you whine with how slow he was being. 

you weren’t fragile! yet, he was treating you like you were. 

you don’t get the chance to complain when he’s suddenly pressing the rest of his length into you. you cry out, hands gripping at the bedsheets from the way he practically splits you in half.

it was almost too much for him; it made your head oh so dizzy. and yet you seemed to love it. denji allows his hands to run through your hair, almost as though he was trying to comfort you in a way. you weren’t sure; you were too fucked out to really think straight. and aki had barely done anything!

any other situation, you would’ve been embarrassed but right now you couldn’t.

aki seemed to take your expression as a sign to actually do something; you hadn’t even said anything and he felt like you were super bossy. not that he would tell you that.

his calloused hands grab at your waist, his movements slow before the control in him breaks; his hips moving at such a harsh pace. the way he fucks into you was nasty. his hands grip your hips in such a bruising way; a way that would no doubt leave marks on you for days to come.

he doesn’t seem to care though, not when you were practically crying on his dick. his thrusts don’t seem to slow down though; only seemingly to speed up at the mere thought of actually having you cry all over his dick.

it brought this feeling of pride in his body to know he could wreck you like this.

“you’re doin’ so good, sweetheart.. takin’ me so fucking well.” aki leans forward and buries his face into your neck, the scent of your blood filling up his senses. he swore he was going to explode with each whiff of blood he got. 

you can’t seem to respond to him, only noises coming from your mouth are incoherent garbage that didn’t really mean anything. aki doesn’t seem to care much though; he enjoyed having you fucked dumb all over his dick. 

the way you are clenching around him so greedily makes his head spin and he swore he would faint. it was almost pathetic how easy it was for you to control him like this; to make him so dizzy without even having to try. 

a fact he would never admit to you. not for as long as he lived.

you cry out when he hits that bundle of nerves deep within you; the pleasure almost being too much for you to handle. aki pants lowly in the crook of your neck, pistoning deep in that spot he knew was driving you mad. 

his name falls from your lips as you clench around him; your second orgasm of the night hits you unexpectedly as you moan the dark haired male’s name out. 

aki groans and keeps his pace, feeling the way his abs clench slightly; he wasn’t going to last long with the way you were gripping him so greedily. his thrusts become sloppy as he sinks his teeth into your neck once again, tasting your blood and practically whining as he cums. the thick velvety white ropes coat your insides; the warmth of it causing a whimper to escape past your lips.

denji stares in awe beside you, watching as aki practically looses control as he sucks your blood for the second time of the night. aki was a greedy man and he knew it; something he wasn’t ashamed of. especially not when it comes to you.

lifting his head up, aki licks at his lips and lets out a shaky sigh; he reluctantly pulls out of you. a whine coming from you as his cum practically drips out from your cunt. you automatically miss him being inside of you but don’t comment on it.

your brain was way too foggy to really focus on anything.

“‘s my turn?” denji asks from beside you, looking up at aki with almost pleading eyes. aki rolls his eyes playfully before he lets out a huff of air, moving to sit on the side of you. 

“c’mere” aki murmurs, running a hand through his sweaty black hair. denji grins and moves over towards aki, his eyes practically sparkling as he stares at the other male. aki rolls his eyes playfully and shifts slightly closer to denji.

you can’t do anything besides watch as aki reaches into denji’s pants; your eyes filled with pure interest. if you weren’t so lost in your own pleasure, you would’ve felt bad for denji. he really got the short end of the stick; only being rewarded with a handjob.

but it seemed like he didn’t care. especially with how fast denji came. you weren’t sure if it was because aki was that good or if denji was just really pent up. but either way, it didn’t really matter much especially with how happy denji seemed.

“you did good, denji.” aki tells him, voice low and rough. denji’s eyes light up at the praise; it was obvious that he enjoyed being praised. even if it was from aki. the two had a complicated relationship but you never really cared to ask.

“c’mon, we gotta clean up.”

denji pouts but otherwise helps aki get a bath ready for the three of you. well.. mostly for you. the small bath aki owned was certainly not enough to hold the three of you; not that any of you complained. a bath was a bath! 

the size didn’t matter all too much. 

“next time you should let me fuck you.”

aki shoots denji a look, clearly not at all enjoying the idea of ever being fucked by denji. you thought it was almost cute how fast he was to shoot the idea down.

“i would rather die.”

[towriteloveontheirarms]

I´m so sorry (modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Reader)

synopsis: For as long as you could think Aegon had been there for you and you had been there for him. To you he had been a brother rather than just a friend, to Aegon you had been the love of his life. And to your demise he was just really bad at self control.

warnings: Dark fic, ddne: dead dove do not eat, non-con, slight somnophilia kinda, mentions of alcohol and drinking, afab reader, angst, smut, p in v sex

word count: 0.9k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @urmomsgirlfriend1

(If you want to be tagged in the `kissing booth AU´, for a specific character/fandom or in general let me know in my asks, comments or DMs)

a/n: I know this is short, but this concept would not leave my mind until it was written. hope you enloy it nonetheless. <3

For as long as you could think Aegon had been there for you and you had been there for him. To you he had been a brother rather than just a friend for almost as long. To Aegon you had been the love of his life, the one made for him by the seven, ever since he had learned what it meant to be in love. An all-consuming bond, that he felt too scared to share, in case he would scare you off with the sheer intensity of it. So the feelings kept boiling underneath his skin and you remained blissfully unaware. If only he would be better at self-control.

You had just settled down in bed to go to sleep at one of the sleepovers you often had. Cuddled close under the blanket like you were used to, almost asleep. Almost. You are drifting off for a few seconds here and there, not resisting the claws of slumber any longer, when Aegon's hips start moving against your backside. Frozen in shock you realize it's not just restless shifting that drags his body against yours, it's his clothed, hard cock searching stimulation between your ass cheeks.

You want to say or do something to stop him. Anything really, just as long as it got him to stop and right in that moment Aegon whisper something into your ear that stuns you once more.

“You are so pretty…” His hot breath fans over the side of your face.

The scent of the scotch you had shared earlier which got transported to your nostrils burns itself into your brain. Along with his raspy voice and soft touch. Those gentle hands that stood so in contrast to the very nature of the act he was committing.

“I love you so much. I´ve always loved you.” He pulls you closer until your back touches his chest. Letting his hands wander from around your middle under your shirt to toy with your breasts.

The way his rough fingers knead the supple skin and twist your sensitive nipples until they stand hard at attention. As much as you hate what is happening, you can´t hold back a series of small whimpers. Shutting your eyes tightly when the mattress dips behind you due to his body shifting to make space for pulling your panties half way down your thighs and freeing his cock. Aegon pulls your hips back towards his groin and without any hesitation enters your tight heat until he bottoms out. His breath hitting your back in short, heavy bursts as he immediately begins to rut into you in a frantic pace. Any attempt to keep him out by tightening your walls around him are futile, other than bringing him more pleasure. You hear him whine at the feeling of your velvety walls around his thick length which finally makes a tear spill from your closed eyelids. Catching in your lashes before it cascades down your cheek.

You fight to suppress a sob that threatens to shake your body to avoid raising his suspicion. However you can't avoid him seeing the tear or hear the further shaky whines that leave your lips as he snakes one of his arms around you to grope at your breasts once more. "I'm sorry." He whimpers. "I just can't hold back anymore. You're too pretty. Too perfect." Aegon begins to drive into you faster when you get the strength to finally move a little in an attempt to get away from him.

As you roll onto your stomach, he stands still for a moment. Shushing you trying to calm you down into what he thinks is a deep sleep. In your chest you can feel a small offspring of hope bloom, that this would be enough to get him to stop. It's all the strength you have to move away from him or do anything. Of course the voice deep inside your brain is right in telling you he wouldn't stop until he was done.

"Shh, it's gonna be okay. You can keep sleeping." Aegon runs a soothing hand up and down the length of your spine. Waiting a second longer before entering your tight core again. His whimpers at being enveloped by your cunt once more mingle with yours.

"I'm so sorry, princess." The words come out as half growl, half whimper and thread itself all throughout what he's doing to you. Every one of your whimpers is followed by an apology of his and further praise and confessions of his love.

Meanwhile he drives his cock into you more desperately. His balls slapping harder against your clit and the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin growing louder to ring in your ears. Aegon fucks  into you without abandon, pressing your body into the mattress in a grip that is sure to leave some nasty bruises come morning. Every thrust pushes your body forward, to make you even more nauseous at the situation.

You don´t even know how long it takes for him to be done, simply feel the small amount of relief as he rolls off you after shooting his load onto your thighs.

It´s only after your body stops rocking from the thrusts and the feeling of his thick length has left your cunny, that you feel the lump that has built in your throat. Tears following the moment his soft snores resound. This marking the first of many nights you lie awake feeling the absolute lowest you ever had and the worst part? You can´t even talk to the one person you once trusted most about it.

[writingnekoo]

Odysseus' character analysis & how we overlook his trauma

Okay, this will be a long post about Odysseus and what could be happening in his head after his return to Ithaca because I really need to share these ideas <3

During the last few days I've been thinking about the whole Poseidon-obssesed-with-Odysseus concept (thanks to @rin-solo for inspiration :)), and that's how I recalled one headcanon of mine about Odysseus and his possible perception of his conflict with Poseidon.

A disclaimer first: I know that Epic is sometimes historically and culturally inaccurate, but! I want to include some of the cultural norms of ancient times because they will make things much more interesting.

So, since early August I've had an idea that Odysseus' personality during the post-Odyssey timeline would be heavily influenced by PTSD. That's just reasonable: the war takes its toll on the person anyway, especially on the warrior like Odysseus. He saw the nightmares of the Trojan War, lost his comrades and faced things that made him lose his sleep.

I actually like how Odysseus' trauma is depicted in Epic. We have these parts with the voices of Polites, Eurylochus and Anticlea and see just how much these losses affected Odysseus (take the ending of "Love in Paradise"). But instead of focusing on the losses like the musical does I'd rather talk about those who had caused them. It's a curious thing about the mentality of those who survived the war and similar events: their mind tends to demonize and hate those who caused pain deeply. It produces the ultimate hatred that is able to overcome any other feeling. This is the idea that I want to pursue in my Monster AU (might write about it later because that's another long talk) about the overwhelming feeling, produced by trauma, that can't be distinguished. And Odysseus is the only character in the story who has endured that twenty-year long nightmare: his comrades from the Trojan War didn't have the decade of journey back home behind their backs, and those who sailed with Odysseus died.

But there's one more layer to this scenario. While we've covered the idea about the war victim demonizing the aggressor, we can't forget that we're talking about the religious society of ancient times. Poseidon and Zeus are the two godly villains of Odysseus' story. However, they're also the god of the tides, who must've been one of the most widely worshiped in Ithaca (since it's an island... yeah), and the King of the gods.

That leaves Odysseus in an even more complex situation. Because he most likely highly respected both of them for his whole life. Eventually, they left Odysseus ruined. The people of Ithaca didn't stop worshipping them, and Odysseus has to follow the same religious rituals and celebrate annual festivities, which definitely reminds him of what had happened.

Once again, no one understands what he's gone through. Even Penelope and Telemachus, no matter how supportive they are. Thus, the trauma is left unseen and unhealed. Too bad there was no therapy in the ancient world, Odysseus would've needed it.

Finally, this whole set of reasons serves as a perfect background for deep and tragic obsession with those who hurt him and inability to let go of the past. Do the voices fall silent after Odysseus defeats all the enemies? No, they probably don't. Because even though physically Odysseus is already home, mentally, he's still fighting with the ghosts of his enemies. This is a desperate feeling that belongs to a broken man who no longer fits into society like he used to. And it eats him alive, kills him from the inside. No ruthlessness or bloodshed can help Odysseus to run from this despair. It fact, they might only make it worth by reminding who made him a monster! :)

Generally... this is pretty much it. The whole idea of all-consuming despair and trauma is what I've wanted to pursue here because I find it very natural in terms of everything that Odysseus has been through. I'd also like to analyze the whole Vengeance saga (especially my fav Six Hundred Strike) from this perspective because it actually makes perfect sense for me, but that's one more long post of another time lmao.

[marvelobsessed134]

Welcome home

CEO!Barbie x Fem!Assistant!Reader

AU masterlist part of the ‘starting to really like the real world’ universe

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, strap on sex, oral (both receiving), dom!barbie, sub!reader, squirting.

Summary: you surprise Barbie when she she comes home from a long business trip

You’ve missed Barbie a lot. She’s been on a business trip that you couldn’t go to since it was all the way across the country and you had to tend to things at the office.

But now she’s coming back and you have the absolute perfect way to welcome her back home. You’re glad she’s given you to keys to her house. Pulling this off will be much easier.

You’re giddy when you open your bag to see the light pink lingerie set you bought. You quickly strip down your clothes and put it on, before hiding your bag under the bed. You then went into Barbie’s nightstand drawer to pull out her large, pink strap on and laid it on the bed.

Finally, you got into position, laying sideways. Your pussy was getting damp just from the whole exhilarating experience and your heart rate picked up when you heard the door downstairs unlock and open.

Mommy was home.

~~~~

Barbie was so glad to be home. She’s missed her house and especially you. Her precious baby. She couldn’t wait to play with you again and take you out on more dates and shopping sprees.

She trudged up the stairs to her room and walked in. Only to see you on her bed in the prettiest pink lingerie set.

Your core was even more wet now. “Welcome home, mommy.” Your voice was breathy and seductive.

Her blue eyes noticeably darkened. “Well hello to you to sweet girl. Is this all for me?” Her eyes wondered your body with no shame. You looked good enough to eat.

“Yeah, mommy. I wanted to surprise you. Missed you so much.” You pouted with wide eyes.

“Awww, come to mommy baby.” The blonde opened her arms and you ran into them. The two of you shared a warming hug before a passionate kiss. The kiss got more heated as she backed you up to the bed and laid you down. You sprawled out, and grabbed the strap on, looking her in the eyes as you sucked on it. Barbie groaned at the sight, before pulling it away from you.

“Naughty girl. Why don’t you suck mommys pussy instead?” You loved that suggestion and watched as she stripped down and man spread on the chair in the corner of her bedroom.

You crawled over to her and licked her drenched pussy. She moaned and you began to eat her out, sucking on her clit.

“Oh fuck, good girl.” She moaned, rolling her eyes back.

You continued to eat her out before she came all over your face. “Holy fuck, such a good girl.” Your core was throbbing at the praise.

Your boss pulled you up by your hair and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips once again before laying you down on the bed. You watched as she pulled your lace panties down with her teeth.

Once they were off, she spread your legs before licking a bold stripe against your wet pussy. “Oh.” You gasped.

Barbie smirked before licking in between your folds, eating you out like a starving animal. You were a crying mess now, reaching your high.

“Mommy!” You cried out.

“You gonna cum? Go on, cum for me, sweetheart.”

You squirted all over her face and she groaned at the taste. Then she collected some of it with her fingers and pulled them up to your mouth. “Taste yourself baby.” You took her fingers in your mouth and sucked them dry like a good little girl.

“You want my strap now huh baby?” The blonde cooed and you nodded. You watched as she put it on in front of you, fastening the harness at record speed. She teased the tip in your entrance before pushing in. You moaned as she started thrusting in and out, going harder and faster each time.

Soon, she was pounding into you. You were a moaning and screaming mess. She pulled down your bra and took your tits out, toying with your nipples adding to the stimulation.

“Mommy, too much- can’t-“

“Yes you can. You can take it. I know you like this babygirl.” And that’s very true. You love being overstimulated like this, completely at her mercy.

“Oh mommy, m’gonna cum!”

“Already? Cum for me, sweetheart.”

You clenched around her cock before releasing your arousal. You moaned loudly, clenching the sheets below you and curling your toes.

Your chest was rising and falling, trying to catch your breath. “Such a good girl.” Barbie praised as she pulled out. Then she laid down and made you rest on her bare chest. She knew you loved sucking her tits after a rough session.

Your mouth latched onto one of her nipples and began sucking as she stroked your hair. “Thank you for surprising me, sweet girl. Mommy really enjoyed it.”

You hummed and slowly felt yourself drifting off to sleep.

[noellefan101]

Regret and Jealousy(+Yandere) : Scaramouche

Characters: (past)Scaramouche x gn reader. (current)Kazuha x gn reader

Summary: your ex, Scaramouche, regrets his actions in your past relationship when he sees how happy you could have been, only now he´s been replaced, with Kazuha.

Warnings: mentions of yelling, physical harm and suicide. suicide thoughts, self-harm, little bit lot of yandere, murder, modern au, not proof-read, ooc(maybe), (pls inform me if there's anything else)

Note: i started writing this on accident while in a class(oops ig), anyway i hope you'll like this random thing i made, i´ll prob make more at some point, love you

I understand you hate me now, but i promise i´ll do better, just please, please, take me back. Don´t look at him, look at me, please, i beg of you to look at me the way you look at him... i promise i love you

What part of him is not good enough, he didn´t understand, what did Kazuha do better than him. Maybe he just wasn´t what you wanted in a partner. he couldn´t come up with the perfect love poems on the spot, he´s not sure if he could even say “i love you”, and if he could it would never be as sweet as Kazuha did, not in the way he says “i love you” just with his smile. But him, oh, no he barely smiles, never even, he didn´t even smile around you. Maybe that was what you loved more about Kazuha, maybe that was what made you run out of his arms, and into Kazuha´s.

If only he hadn´t let you go, if only he was like Kazuha, sweet from the feet and up to his dumb little red streak in his otherwise white hair. If only he hadn´t treated you like that, if only, if only... but that was then, he can´t change the past, but at least he could change himself. If only he knew how to do that... and there it was again that stupid ‘if only’, why does he even try, why does he even dream of having you back, when he knows that you wouldn´t want to, you wouldn´t want to experience that pain all over again. He wants to say sorry, but the words have never left his mouth before, and he doesn´t know how they would now.

He regrets ever mistreating you, yelling at you, hurting you. he regrets it all, he now realizes how bad he actually missed you. but it doesn´t matter anymore, you´ve already moved on, moved on with Kazuha. Kazuha, Kazuha, Kazuha... Kazuha, it has always been Kazuha hasn´t it, he´s popular, smart, pretty, romantic, sweet, nice, and doesn´t hurt you physically nor mentally. he almost understands why you chose Kazuha, almost. but just choose him again, he promises he won´t ever hurt you again, won´t ever tell you that you´re worthless or tell you to just kill yourself before he does, he swears he didn´t actually mean it, none of it.

He knows why you left him, you had a right to do so, to recover from the pain he gave you. yet he still wanted you now again, he doesn´t even know i he can change ever. but he´ll try, he´ll try for you. so you can see just how much of a better match he is for you, so he can prove to Kazuha that he´s better than him. that he deserves you more, that he wants you more, that he´s the one for you, and he would do anything for you.

Anything for his true love, Kazuha told you that too right, but he would still sacrifice you for other things, the foolish man doesn´t know that you should be on top of his list, just like you are on his. he´ll kill Kazuha if he has to, so you´ll stay with him, so he can show that he´ll do anything for you, he´ll even kill himself if that´s what you really want, but you don´t want that, right? Right?

He´ll go from universe to universe for you if he had to because now he finally realizes how badly he treated you, and how much he truly loved you, how he loves you. he´ll treat you better this time, he swears he will, he won´t ever yell at you, hurt you, do anyhting you don´t want, as long as you´re with him.

Just choose him, please, please, please... he´ll do anything... just not Kazuha, him.

thank u for reading(or re-reading), luv ya-Masterlist

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[paranoid-borderline-insane]

Not the Intruder I Expected

John Price x she/her reader

Summary: Exhausted after a hard day at work, you come home to an empty house, void of your military husband. Except maybe you’re not as alone as you seemed.

AU where Ghost lives with you and Price as a roommate.

I literally wrote this through text to @tulipsbymybed in about an hour or so, so don’t expect huge things 

Warnings: Consensual non-con, unserious ending, established relationship, roleplaying that reader has never climaxed before and has a shitty husband, contextual slut-shaming (part of the roleplay), rope play, not a full smut fic.

Minors, I can't even begin to monitor or curate your internet experience, but DO NOT INTERACT with me or my smut

You’ve just come home from work, headphones still on your ears as you walk your way through your house, humming quietly to the beat, not hearing as a man sits in the living room armchair in the dark, eyes watching your figure as you miss him.

It’s not until you’re beat over, untying your shoes so you can toe them off more comfortably that you feel the blunt side of a knife tuck under your chin and a strong arm wrap around your chest and biceps, pulling you straight into a firm body as you scream, headphones knocked off your head with a strong chin, the man’s hands already occupied.

“Fuckin’ scream again and this knife is going straight through your teeth.” 

On instinct your hands are up and wrapped around the arm around your chest, but even you know that no matter how much strength you put into pulling, the arm around you isn’t going to budge.

“Your tosspot of a husband shouldn’t ‘ve made it so clear that he was leaving. ‘ll that tin on his chest made ‘im forget there’s dangerous men ‘ere at home too,”

The knife is tossed, plunging itself perfectly into the wall across from you, in a show of finesse and talent that should have you shaking. Should have you weeping.

Instead you feel a buzz run through your body, the gusset of your underwear beginning to moisten. 

The arm that threw the knife is now manhandling you over his shoulder, smacking and grabbing your arse firmly when you squirm as his shoulder blade presses uncomfortably into your stomach.

Your body bounces as it’s thrown on your marital bed, a moment of freedom before the man wrangles your wrists and pulls them together wrapping a rope around them before using his strength to pull your entire body further up the bed, your shoulders aching as they’re pulled to the limit of their sockets with the strain of pulling your body with it.

Once you’re situated to the man’s liking, he wraps the other end of the rope tightly around the bars of the bed frame.

Most other things are a blur as he tugs your work clothes off, the sounds of stitches pulling and the small whimpers you let out as you bite your lip to prevent more noise coming out. 

You wouldn’t win against him in any constructive way, he’s proven that with his strength already. Trying to stay quiet and keep the tears to a minimum seems to be your best course of action. 

If this man just wanted sex and fear, he could have it from you in spades. The fear was already pouring from you, and sex felt like nothing to you anyway. If your husband, your first love, couldn’t make it feel like anything, this strange, terrifying man wouldn’t be able to fix your broken body. A body unable to receive pleasure, just give it. A hole to fill.

“Oh what’s this ‘ere?” A rip is heard as your underwear is torn from your body by the crotch. The man goes from your legs to pressing a heavy knee by your waist and sneering over you. “What a filthy girl you are. Look at all this slick comin’ from you”

You don’t actually get a chance to look before the gusset is pushed into your mouth, large fingers pressing the fabric that had just been up against your core onto your tongue. Even through your taste buds you can feel how wet the material is though.

“So fuckin wet for a man that isn’t your husband, what a whore,”

Your eyes widen as he smirks at you, staying next to you as he pulls the thigh closest to him up until your lips are pulled apart and your hips have curved uncomfortably just to accommodate how he’s tugged your body to his whims.

Bending down, the man keeps his eyes on yours as he pulls your body closer to his mouth until his mouth is clamped over your cunt like a mutt holding on to a stolen meal. His teeth lightly dig into your flesh as he sucks your whole core into his mouth, allowing his spit to further lubricate as his tongue makes first contact with your clit

A scream comes out of your mouth before you can stop it, his teeth clenching just a bit tighter to hold you still as his face furrows in anger before he pulls away from your flesh. 

“What did I fucken’ say!”

“What was that!?” You screech in return, your chest heaving with the tingles from the sensation.

The anger is wiped from the man’s face before being replaced with a wild glee

Not answering your question, his grin only gets bigger with the greed and realisation flowing through him.

Instead of engulfing your entire cunt into his maw again, he instead focuses on wrapping his mouth around your clit, changing the pressure and frequency of his sucking, flicking his tongue when appropriate until you’re crying. Not from fear, but from pleasure.

Screeching and sobbing into the air, neither you or the man caring about the noise anymore. Your legs now sprawled over his body to get closer, shaking down to your toes. Your wrists blindly burning as you unknowingly pull against the force of the rope.

His mouth pulls away with a lewd, wet pop. Fluid all over the bottom half of his jaw as he wildly smiles over you.

“W-wha- wha’ happen-“ you’re exhausted, incoherent, drunk.

Watching as he wipes his jaw on the hair of his arms, the gleam of the fluid shining in what little light is coming through the window.

You’re still heaving, catching your breath as you ask, tracking the fluid that now sticks the dark hairs together.

“L-lube?”

“Why the fuck would ya need lube now?” A glimpse at your eyes and he changes his question, “you think I lubed you up? Nah, love. This’s all you. That husband of yours must be real shit to make you need shit like lube.”

The man shucks off his trousers down to his thighs, now kneeling directly between your thighs, his cock bobbing as it’s released. “Now you stay quiet, Princess. ’m gonna fuck you like a real man” 

Lightly pushing his tip against your entrance, it’s clear that even with your wetness, he’s going to be more than just a stretch.

“Jesus. Gonna need t’ take you home at this rate. Your shithole husband’s only been gone 48 hours, no way you’ve tightened up this much after only that long. Gonna need to take you and fuck you open every day till he comes back. Gonna leave you gapin’ by the time he lays eyes on your pretty hole again-“ he’s been babbling this whole time as you’ve clutched the air between your fingers, his gentle pulsing of his hips pressing his cock slowing into your cunt in such a divine way that your eyes are already rolling back and he hasn’t even popped in.

“Yeah, gonna steal y-“ You’re both spooked by the front door slamming, your heads whipping to the direction of the sound.

“I’m home!”

You gasp and whisper, “my husband!”

“You shush.” John snaps quietly down at you, too high strung right now to acknowledge your joke.

The sound of heavy footfalls carry through the house as you both look back at each other.

“He’s not meant to be home yet-“

“I know he’s not meant to be home yet, Kate said he’d be another week at least,”

“He’s on your task force for a reason, I guess”

“Fuckin’ hell” John tucks himself back into his trousers and buttons himself away, pulling his shirt, that was still on, back down over his stomach before trudging over to your bedside table and grabbing scissors before carefully cutting the rope from around your wrists. 

Once your hands are free, John only gives your wrists a quick cursory rub, more habit that care right now, before opening and shutting your shared bedroom door with a slam, shouting the other man’s name

John surely would’ve wanted you to stay in bed and wait for him to come back, but your throat hurt from all your crying, and you had missed your ‘roommate’, so you quickly threw on some pyjamas and left the bedroom to join the boys.

“He was an idiot, didn’t even need a scope to clock ‘im”

“Surprised you’re not out celebrating then”

“Nah, Soap and Gaz had paperwork they left undone so they needed to stay behind”

“Should’ve led by example and helped them- what are you doing up?”

“Just thirsty, grabbing a drink”

“Honey-“

“John, I’m okay”

“Everything ‘lright?” Simon asks, eye black creasing as he squints.

“Yeah, great! Just a bit tired.”

You’re looking in the fridge for an electrolyte drink when your forearm is taken and held.

“What the fuck is-“

Looking between the distinct marks of rope burn on your wrist and the scowl Price has continued to wear since he came down the hallway, the pieces finally clicked for Simon.

“Jesus-, Just fuckin’ tell me next time I’ve interrupted your fuckin’ kink shit! ‘m goin’ to the fuckin’ pub then back to base- Jesus Christ.”

Simon continues to swear and cuss you two out as he grabs his duffle bag and leaves the way he came, John taking the time to rub the crease in his brow away and watch you find and sip your drink through his lashes.

Once the front door slams shut again, John sighs heavily and comes to your side to grab your available wrist and inspect it, meeting your eyes when you put your drink down and place your other hand into his for him to check the other wrist.

“You wanna keep going?”

“I’m so tired now, can we just lie in bed and fuck? I don’t wanna do the whole set up again.” 

John chuckles before responding

“I’ll grab the burn cream and you go lay back in bed, I’ll be in soon.”

With a kiss on your forehead and both of your hands, John sends you off back to the bedroom, watching you go for a few more seconds before turning back to grab what he needs before he joins you.

[dayseternal-blog]

Fanfic you ve been reading recently? Love your tastes btw!

:) You sent this months ago, but here are the fics that I've been reading recently, like this August/September:

"The Mission" by Lunawrayth - Rated M, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. It wasn't that Hinata never expected to work with Naruto, just never on a mission quite like this.

-I check this one for updates so often. at least once a week, but more like multiple times a week.

"thus a silenced memory" by @keroppri - Rated T, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Eight years flown on by and Naruto makes his return to the city where he once fell in love, only for him to leave hollow and broken after she was persuaded to leave him. Plagued by her memory at every corner, a chance meeting changes fates, minds, and hearts. Thus he tries to silence the memories. Inspired and based on Jane Austen's Persuasion.

-ahhh loving the yearning angst of unrequited love (but it's actually requited) in this fic.

"Amaranthine" by @opttagoyeo - Rated T, Various AU, Series of unrelated one-shots. A few drabbles/ideas ranging from fluff, confusing, humor, and angst regarding the most iconic and popular canon couple of Konohagakure, Naruhina.

-just started reading this! Full of cuteness.

"After Office Hours" by Pandora_Imperatrix - Rated M, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. Naruto is lonely after Sakura and Sasuke left the village to travel together, he keeps leaving the office later and later, things start to change after one night when his secretary Hinata and him share a couple of vending machine beers. In this AU Naruto becomes Hokage a lot earlier than in the manga and The Last never happened.

-It's been years since this was updated, and recently Pandora updated and just finished it!!!!!!

"Friends with benefits" by @pastillesch - Rated T, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. "I'm dumping you" --Naruto blinked once. Twice. "But we're not even together". It was more a stress relief than anything romantic, really. A hobby one would say. And now it was time to search for a new hobby. Or at least a new partner for this kind of hobby.

-Another one that I was super excited to see updated again!!!!

"Casual Touches" by Lunawrayth - Rated M, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. It's the casual touches that do it.

-Since I'm really feeling Luna's style, I checked out this story, too, and it's super cute. Love it.

"Fairy Tale" from "NaruHina Erotica Oneshots" by @makuro767 - Rated E, Fantasy AU, Two-shot. Naruto moved to an old family home to start anew and found an unlikely existence in his backyard...

-I am a total sucker for this type of size difference au. Like, it's just such a weird trope. It's just so weird. I love it. Makuro767 does a wonderful job with it!

"Love Is Not A Cage" by @nightowl27-writer - Rated E, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. When Naruto comes back to his senses after the battle with Pein, the first thing he remembers are those baffling words she said just before she nearly died for him, and he NEEDS to hear them again. Will the truth set them free? Or are some confessions too much for the soul?

-that recent update killed me. In a good way. but oh man.

"Hinata (Mirror, Mirror)" from "Chicken Ramen for the Pervert's Soul" by @wickermayne - Rated E, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Naruto rolled his eyes at the purchase asking why she needed it and complained about how much room it took up, but Hinata enjoyed modeling different dresses in front of it, loved how it let her see all the many different angles. And that seemed to keep Naruto quiet enough about the mirror.

-🙊🙈🔥

So, I guess it's been months since I worked on this list. Because it's nearing the end of March 2024 now. And up at the top, apparently I was last working on this list in September 2023. And at that time, it had been "months" since the asker sent this. Well, here's the ones I've been reading recently:

"clash of possession - naruhina" by @powerful-niya - Rated E, Yakuza AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. In the heart of the yakuza underworld of Tokyo, the passing of Hiashi, the leader of the Hyūga clan, does more than just break Hinata's heart, but it exposes her to vulnerability. Seizing the opportunity, the ruthless Naruto, Uzumaki clan leader, targets not only the conquest of the Hyūga clan but also wishes to claim Hinata as his most prized possession, no matter the cost.

-It's been awhile since I read an irredeemable Naruto, and Niya's not lying when she calls the characterization ruthless!!

"Prey" by @sessakag - Rated E, Modern/Gangs AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Following a midnight chance encounter with Hinata Hyuuga, a smitten sociopath, Naruto Uzumaki, tries his hand at romance, determined to make her fall in love with him the only way he knows how.

-it's the mystery of Hinata's background that really fuels this piece for me. Icing on the cake is Naruto as a wonderfully sexy and dangerous stranger and the sexual tension between them that is absolutely exquisite.

"Paper Rings" by Its_Levioooosaa - Rated E, College/Soulmates AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. In a world where soulmates are found after a touch and after a brief moment of pain, resulting in a red loop circling the first knuckle of each person's pinky finger. Fating the two people together and leaving it up to them to decide what their relationship will be. Hinata had just stopped at her friends for a piece of pizza, little did she know that she'd be leaving with a soulmate.

-It's a cute premise and I can't wait to see what happens next! I love a good soulmate AU!

"Wanting More Than A Poolside View" by @bunny-hoodlum - Rated E, High School AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Just a Sukumizu fetish scenario where Hinata is the target of a panty thief and recruits Naruto to investigate himself.

-I've been loving all of Bunny's updates this year, but I'm really hoping for an update on this one....or Narutoland haha, but I dunno what it is about High School NaruHina and their immaturity, it's just so fun!

Kay, that's all. If I don't post this now, I never will lol.

[tillthelandslide]

That Ross Instagram AU was soooo cute. Could you write a one-shot about Ross and readers first time sleeping together?? Like maybe they've already been on a few dates but she wanted to take it slow and make sure he was serious about her before having sex.

Made for Me - Ross Macdonald Smut

18+ MINORS DNI

A/n: I tried to make this really sweet but I'm just too feral for Ross at the moment so it's not as sweet as I wanted it... Also I keep seeing photos with Ross with fans and Jesus Christ my husband has gotten more ripped! So obvs had to include that. Anyway hope you enjoy

You and Ross hadn't been dating for very long but you knew he was the one for you, you had been on quite a few dates before he left for tour, as many as you could fit in before you had to eventually say goodbye. You spent all your free time with the man and he was quick to introduce you to the band and everyone who he worked with, all of you becoming close quite quickly. You knew he was your person from the moment you met him, he seemed to just get you, understand everything there was to understand.

You wanted to make sure he felt the same way and that became perfectly evident whilst he was away on tour. You were no stranger to men seeking every opportunity to sleep with women whilst their partner was away and seeing as you and Ross weren't in a relationship you were half expecting him to take up the many opportunities he got whilst on tour.

But the many phone calls and facetime calls you got form him, from the confines of his hotel room when the other boys were out drinking or celebrating, made it perfectly clear he was serious. Or the many texts you got from the other guys, begging you to come see them on tour so Ross would stop complaining about how much he missed you, told you everything you needed to know.

"Would rather talk to you than go out love. 've missed you" he said one night, a slightly sad smile resting on his lips.

"Ross Macdonald denying a pint? That's not like you" you said, making him laugh before shrugging.

"What can I say? I'm a changed man" he said, you remember how you wanted to just drop everything in your life and buy a plane ticket to see him but that wasn't possible. Especially when he got interrupted by someone unknown to you, informing said person that he was on the phone to "his girl".

You surprised them on the last day of their tour, working with Jamie and the tour manager, to organise your arrival and organising with his brother to stay with them when Ross finishes tour, knowing it would be the first palace he wanted to visit because he mentioned it to you, practically begging for you to come with him. He told you he felt really conflicted because he wanted nothing more than to see you but also promised his brother he'd visit him and his nephew. You solved the dilemma yourself, not that he knew that just yet.

You arrived at the venue, Jamie sneaking you in through a back door, the show hadn't started yet. He gave you a warm hug upon seeing you, saying it was nice to see you again and he was looking forward to seeing Ross' reaction, again mentioning how moany he has been without you.

"Okay so Matty is coming to meet you and he'll take you to the boys, Ross has no clue what's happening, will probably think Matty's gone for a fag" Jamie says as he texts Matty. You and Jamie catch up before you see the curly man walking towards you, a large smile resting on his lips, running the last bit of distance and pulling you into a hug.

"Thank god you're here, wish it was a bit earlier, would've made the tour more bearable" he jokes pulling back to look at you.

"He's been that bad huh?" You say making Matty shake his head.

"You have no idea" he says, the two of you laughing. Ross is waiting in another room with the guys, a while away from where you, Matty and Jamie are standing but he swears he hears your laugh, convincing himself that he just misses you that much, that he's hearing things.

Matty walks in front of you, pushing the door slightly just to reveal his face to the guys in the room.

"Hey mate" he says, Ross's eyes find him, waiting to see what he wants "got a delivery here for you, Jamie just picked it up" Matty says, his voice so casual and it makes her smile.

"A delivery? For me? How special" he jokes making you hold back a laugh. Matty opens the door a second later and the two of you watch as the smile drops from his face, dimples disappearing as his mouth hangs open, before he's smiling widely again, eyes creasing the way you love, dimples popping, a genuine Ross smile that has your stomach swarming with butterflies.

He's standing not a moment later, large legs talking him to you in two long strides, next he's wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest, slightly lifting you off the ground.

You laugh loudly as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, placing a loving peck to his cheek.

"you're here, like actually here" he says simply as he pulls back from you to see you. He knew he heard your laugh.

"I'm here" you nod making him smile.

"Can't believe you're here, I've fucking missed you" he says.

"I've heard..." You say, eyes wandering back to the boys who all chuckle.

"You little shits" Ross says, briefly turning away from you to look at the guys who have snitched on him.

"You were becoming unbearable mate and that's coming from me" Adam says, who also has been missing Carly and his son (very understandable).

You chuckle at his words, eyes moving back to Ross who turns back to you, hand grasping your face gently, pulling you toward him to meet in a soft kiss before he allows you to move away from him and say hi to the guys, all of whom hug you tightly, thanking you for arriving (commenting on the fact it is the last show and your arrival was needed much earlier, not that you could've helped that).

You're then all talking, including the support act, tucked into Ross' side, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, not letting you go. You can't help but keep looking up at the man, wanting nothing more than to pull him into some secret room to show him how much you've missed him. The two of you had been taking things slow, not that you didn't do other things (both too desperate for each other not to do anything at all) but you were yet to have sex and you found yourself craving it now.

You allow him to leave you when he has to go on stage, pressing multiple kisses to his mouth, making him chuckle.

"Stand on my side of the stage yeah?" He asks and you nod up at him, of course you were going to.

"I'll miss you" he says, smilingly stupidly down at you.

"We lasted all this time, think we can last a bit longer" a double meaning to your words. He leaves you with one last firm and sensual kiss to your mouth, grazing his tongue against yours momentarily before pulling away. The little shit.

You watch from the side of the stage, never missing a single smile on the man's lips, never once missing the looks he was shooting towards you, many winks thrown your way.

After the show, you wait as Ross says goodbye to the guys, not rushing him as you knew despite him spending months with them, he'd miss them during the few weeks they had off. You say your goodbyes before the both of you head back to his hotel, hand in hand and catching up on everything you'd missed.

"So you are coming to see my brother with me?" He asks as he enters his room, placing your bag that he had been carrying down to the floor before pulling you towards him so he could hold you in his arms. You nod up at him as he smiles , leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

"That makes me so fucking happy" he says against your mouth. Your hands find his chest, smoothing over the muscles over his shirt. He sighs into your mouth befofe pulling away.

"Missed you so much" he says and you smile.

"I missed you too Ross. So much" you say, allowing him to press another kiss to your mouth, a more urgent one this time. He takes your bottom lip into his mouth, making you gasp against him, his tongue slowly finds its way into your mouth, moving languidly against yours as you grasp the back of his neck.

Your hands move from his neck, landing over his chest, pushing gently until he moves backwards, the back of his thighs hitting the bed so he sits down. He's quick to grasp your hips as you hold his shoulders, slowly lowering yourself onto the bed, hooking your legs over his until your straddling him.

He just can't get enough of you, wanting to be close to you at all times, so he pulls you into his arms again, just holding you against him in a crushing hug. Moments later he pulls away, his soft eyes find yours as the fingertips of his large hand drift over your cheek, landing on your jaw and holding you against his mouth.

The kiss is sweet and gentle, mouths moving slowly against each other, not needing or wanting to rush.

"I missed you" he repeats again, he had said it so many times but you weren't complaining. His mouth moves easily against yours, tugging at your bottom lip until you're quietly moaning into his mouth. When his tongue swipes across your bottom lip you can't help but gasp and the feeling makes you roll your hips down into his. He's quick to grasp your hips, controlling your movements, setting a slow torturous pace, one which gives you both pleasure but isn't enough.

"Ross I want you" you murmur into his mouth, making him groan. You can feel him hard and heavy beneath you and God how you had missed him. You knew the feeling of his fingers buried inside you and if was heaven and the way he pulsed against your tongue whilst your lips were wrapped around him. But you were beyond excited to him, all of him, deep in your core, his body and soul intertwined with yours as she showed you how he felt.

"Are you sure love? We don't have to rush this, we have all the time in the world. Need to make sure you're certain about this" he says, dark eyes piercing into yours, scanning your features for any sense of doubt, which of course he doesn't find.

"I want this. Do you?" You ask, insecurities creeping in.

"Desperately, but I can wait love... Id wait forever for you" his words have your heart pounding in your chest, stomach fluttering at the sentiment. You're quick to pull his mouth back to yours.

"I need you" you say this time, your words are hitting him differently now. His brown orbs somehow darken and he smears his mouth against yours, the kiss is passionate and has you moaning into him, hips continuing their slow grind against him, more forceful this time, pressing down harshly against him so he grunts into your mouth.

"Fuck love" he moans into your mouth, hands grasping your hips halting your movements making you pull away from him, a deep set frown on your face as you try your hardest to continue to move against him, his hands hold you in place, his firm grip only worsening your feral stage.

"Hold on a second love, want to take my time you" he says, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, making the pout disappear. Your heart rate quickens at his words and the way his mouth is now moving slowly against your own. Tongue only swiping against yours in meaningful movements, taking from you only what you gave him.

"Can fuck you later, right now I just need to take my time, we only get the first time once, want to make it worth it" he says, airing his thoughts and apprehensions. Your brain gets caught up in the beginning of his words, your core tightening before your heart decided to take over, hearing the rest of the words and pulsing harshly at the sentiment.

"Ross" you say, the man smiling at the call of his name, never sounding so perfect than when it came from you. Your eyes were soft now when they met his and he can't help but grasp your face in his hands, gently pulling you back to his mouth, a chaste kiss before he pulls away.

"Gunna let me take my time?" He asks and you nod quickly, making him chuckle. He sighs deeply as he scans your features, his own heart soaring.

"I love you" he says, not able to contain it any longer. Your mouth falls open in a gasp and you freeze for a moment, before falling forward and kissing him passionately.

"I love you too" you mumble into his mouth. He takes his time in flipping you, resting on his elbows over you as to not crush you with his weight. He grumbles into your mouth as your small hand smooths over his beard, landing on his jaw and pulling him closer to you.

Although he wanted to take his time, he can't help but press his member against you, loving the way you sigh into his mouth.

"Ross" you moan, he isn't sure if it's a warning or a beg for more, maybe even both.

"What do you want love?" He asks, needing to hear you say it again. His mouth moves from yours, navigating it's way to your neck where firm kisses are pressed, accompanied by his tongue, swiping over the spot he knows you love.

"I want you" you sigh out, hand weaving it's way into his hair.

"You've got me, you've got me" he repeats into your neck, moaning when you raise your hips off the bed, needing some form of friction, the ache between your thighs needing to be quenched.

"You're going to be the death of me love" he says, pulling away from your neck, lips finding each other again and his hand runs along your side, untucking your shirt from your jeans and running his hand underneath it. Your skin is warm against his touch, you gasp as his calloused fingertips caress your torso, finally meeting the swell of your breast.

"Why?" You sigh, eyes fluttering shut as his hand rounds the back of you, singlehandedly undoing your bra, pulling the fabric away from your boobs so he can fondle your nipple.

"It's taking everything in me not to just fuck you" he groans and you moan loudly at his words. You don't say anything, just press another kiss to his mouth.

You knew if you begged him to fuck you, he would regret it, so you slow things down again. You knew he needed this time to be slow, you knew he needed to show you how much he loved you. And the truth was there would be plenty of other times he could fuck you harshly and quickly, and despite what the both of your minds are thinking in their currently ferral state, you both knew you didn't want this time to be like that.

You pull away from his mouth again, small hands finding the collar of his shirt, slowly undoing each button as you keep eye contact with him. He never knew such a simple task could be so intense. Finally his shirt is loose around his body, resting against his shoulders. His tanned skin is finally revealed to you, chest hair tempting you so you run your hands gently along his pecks which are heaving up and down.

Your eyes lower themselves to his abdomen, what once had a slight pouch (one in which you adored) was now harder under your touch, the muscles strengthened since you were last with each other. His new work out routine made him feel good and my god did it make him look it. You loved the old Ross, although he was more conscious about his body back then, now he was more confident and that's why you loved it.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours love?" He says, his tone airy, holding back a string of moans as your tongue swipes across the centre of his chest.

"Thinking of how you got so ripped" you say, your words making the large man chuckle above you. Your hands push against the fabric hanging loosely on his body, your hands moving along with it, down his muscular arms until it's off, you throw it somewhere.

"Yeah? Prefer me this way?" He asks and you know it comes from a place of insecurity.

"Not prefer... Never prefer" you say, mouth moving against his skin making him sigh "love you no matter what you look like..." Your voice trails off and his ears prick up at the silence, eyes snapping open to find you, needing you (if not for his egos sake) to finish your sentence.

"But?" He senses there is one.

"But fuck me you're hot" you say, finally running your hands down his abs, watching the way they contract before your fingertips are clasping his belt, quickly undoing it. Another act that Ross thinks is the hottest his ever seen. He tries not to let your words go straight to his head so he distracts himself with your body, but you can't help but smile as he smirks to himself.

His hands find the hem of your shirt, eyes asking for permission which you easily grant him, and so your shirt is pulled off, and next your bra which he had already undone. His mouth quickly finds your right breast, lips wrapping around the peaked pud, tongue swiping across his as you moan into the room.

"Ross" you sigh.

"Fuck you're so beautiful" he says as his eyes find yours again. You mouths meet again, not able to get enough each other. Your hands drift to his jeans again, not able to resist pressing your palm to the tent in his suit pants, he grunts into your mouth, but doesn't pull away this time, doesn't stop you. Maybe he had enough of taking his time, maybe this pace was good enough for the both of you.

"Love..." He says against your mouth as your hand continues to move against him, over the confines of his trousers. The noises he's making from just this have your core pulsing around nothing, feeling the emptiest it's ever felt. You knew you needed him and you needed him now.

You slowly undo his zip, thinking if you did it slowly enough maybe he wouldn't realise and wouldn't stop you.

"Love" he repeats again, you're worried he's going to stop your movements as he pulls away, but when he looks down to where you hand has halted against his zipper, before his eyes are snapping back to yours, you know to continue. With a slight push against his chest, he moves to the side, back against the bed as you stay at his side.

He was allowing himself this for now, he could worship your body after, knowing you desperately wanted him, in some form, you'd settle for anything right now. So he allows you to push down his trousers, chuckling as you take his underwear with them, not wasting time. His hard member snaps against his abdomen and he hisses as it meets the air, finally free. You almost drool at the sight, his huge cock that you had missed dearly (not as much as the man obviously) was leaking, the tip the redist you had seen it.

He watches as your eyes darken and how you bite your lip and he almost cums at the sight, only looking away from you when you wrap your hand around him, head snapping back momentarily due to the sudden pleasure. As your hand works against him he knows he needs to do something for you, he wants it more than anything, he wants to hear how you repeat his name over and over as you clench around his fingers.

His large hand rests on your own abdomen now, drifting down whilst staring into your eyes, his stare his intense and his mouth hangs open, moans and grunts falling from it. His fingertips easily find the button of your jeans, undoing them before taking the zip down.

He pauses as your thumb spreads across his tip, bringing the precum along his girth to the base of him. He pushes your hand away for a moment so he can tug your jeans down, groaning when your red lace underwear are revealed to him.

"Fucking hell" he murmurs, more to himself than to you. His calloused fingers are pressing against your clothed centre as your hand wraps around him again and you sigh, eyes fluttering shut again. Your movements on his length don't falter.

"You're soaked through love' he comments and you simply nod, too turned on to even feel the slightest bit of embarrassment and he fucking loves it, quickly pressing his mouth to yours as his fingers make their way into your underwear. Swearing against your mouth as he feels how wet you are.

"it's all for you ross"

He doesn't bother teasing you now, knowing you were desperate, so his fingers run through your folds spreading your wetness up to your clit where he presses harshly, massaging the bundle of nerves. It makes your hand pause for a second, moaning out his name.

"Fucking hell Ross, God I've missed you" you say and thats all he needs to hear before two of his long fingers are thrusting into you. You suddenly remember that he's aching and pulsing in your grip and you continue to stroke him, moaning in unison out of joint pleasure.

Your moans are harmonious with one another and you never break eye contact, it somehow makes the act even hotter, adding to your pleasure.

You have to grasp his shoulders with your other hand as he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot which has your head thrown back and your mouth agape. His mouth finds your neck, grunting against the skin as you quicken the pace. Ross can't help but thrust into your palm and you snap your head to find him.

"That's so hot" you confess and he manages to chuckle through a mean, biting his lip as he looks over you, landing on your centre where his fingers are thrusting harshly in and out of you, curling at the right moments, hitting that spot again.

"You're so tight love" he can't wait see how you feel around him.

"Ross" you moan, back arching.

"I need you..." You say and he nods.

"I know love, me too. Fuck" he pauses as a wave of intense pleasure courses through his body, he was close.

"Need you come for me first" he says, mouth pressing against yours as he curls his fingers again, holding the pads of them against your gspot and rubbing.

"Come for me love" and that's all you truly need before your core is fluttering around his fingers, your juices coating them. Your hand momentarily stops around him, too high on your orgasm to continue, not that he minds, seeing you blissed out makes him cum undone himself. His juices spilling into your hand and across his abdomen.

He pulls out from you, fingertips finding their way into his mouth making you moan when he sucks them cleans. Your own fingertips collect the mixture from your hand and his stomach, licking it all up as you stare at him.

"Fucking hell" is all he can say. The both of you find yourselves laughing at how wild you're acting. You pull him towards you until he's hovering over you again, your back to the bed this time. You can feel his member against your stomach, slowly hardening just by looking at you.

"I love you" you say again, the second time you've said it this evening.

"I love you too" he says, kissing you again. Your lips move like clockwork by now, his tongue tenderly swiping into your mouth, tasting each other on the others tongue. His large hands find your waist, caressing the skin gently.

He allows his hips to lower themselves slightly more towards you, until he's resting against your core, fully hard now. His hands move to your hips, slipping under the corners of your underwear.

"Can I take these off love?" He asks, breaking your kiss for a second.

"Please do" you say, and so he does, throwing them somewhere, neither of you caring where. He stops what he's doing, staring at you again, smiling to himself as his hand tucks a rogue hair behind your ear.

"How did I get so lucky huh?" He asks, shaking his head. You smile up at him, your hand coming up to drift over his features, gently soothing against the skin. He looked slightly worn out from being on tour, but he also looked so happy, dimples appearing and his eyes creasing, one of your favourite things about him.

"Can I make love to you now?" He says, his hand is coming to grasp the base of him. Your eyes snap down before looking up at him again, nodding eagerly. For a moment you panic he won't fit, you had never ever had anyone as big as Ross, he sees the worry etched across your features and places gently kisses to your cheeks and then mouth.

"I'll go slow okay?" He says and with a nod and a reassuring kiss he's weaving the tip of him into your hole. Your eyes close as he does and he places kisses to your lids, making you smile. You grasp his shoulders as you feel him stretch you open, your grasp is gentle, but he still needs to make sure you're okay.

"Look at me love" he says and immediately your eyes are opening to find him "are you okay?" He asks and you nod.

"Never better. Feels good, keep going" you say, letting him know that the stretch was welcomed. He slowly pushes himself in, groaning as he does, stopping himself from being too eager and pushing all the way in. But you surprise him but pushing against his hips, making him bottom out with a loud grunt from him and sharp inhale of breath from you, accompanied by a high pitch grasp.

"Oh fuck" he says, loving the way you clench around him, he waits a few moments for you to adjust to him, eyes never wavering from yours. His ego is stroked just a little when he sees pleasure make its way onto your face, mouth falling open as you moan, despite the fact he hadnt even moved yet.

"Are you okay love?" He asks again, chuckling silently, knowing by the look on your face you were more than okay, a look which he had seen many times before he went on tour, a look he saw when he had his face burried in-between your legs or knuckles deep in your cunt, a look which he had really missed, a look which he had only seen once tonight but knew wouldn't be the last time.

"Fuck you" you say, making him laugh again.

"Haven't even moved yet" he says and you shove jokingly at his chest before he kisses you.

"You're just so deep" you say, bringing his hand to feel your abdomen, making him groan into your mouth. He hadn't moved, yet with how large he was he was already pressed against your gspot.

"Can I move love?"

"Please" so his hips draw backwards, a moan falling from him and you, and then he slowly pushes back in, the two of you gasping into the other.

"Oh fuck" your moan is high pitch, eyes threatening to close with the amount of pleasure one thrust causes but you don't want to miss the way his face is contorting, eyebrows furrowing as his feels his own pleasure.

He repeats the action, the whole of him disappears from within you, before he pushes back in. His strokes are deep and slow, showing you how much he loves you.

"Fuck you're so good" you moan, moving away from his mouth to look at him.

"You feel so good love... So tight... So- fuck" his hips falter a second when you flutter around him at his own words.

His deep thrusts have you moaning his name repeatedly, each one being caught by his own mouth. He's vocal, more vocal than anyone you had been with previously and you loved it, knowing you'd do anything you can to hear his noises.

"Fuck you were made for me, look at you" he says before his grasping your chin, making you look at where you were joined, resting his forehead against yours.

"Look how well you're taking me love" you had never expected him to be the type to talk dirty like this, but you can't help how good it makes you feel. You watch with him as his cock nearly completely leaves you before it returns, joint with the wet sounds from you. His eyes find yours again and you're quick to push your mouth to his, tongue instantly finding his, moaning his name into his mouth.

"Faster Ross"

"Don't want to hurt you baby" he says and you chuckle, he shakes his head at the look of you, he couldn't resist if he tried. So he quickens the pace, movements just as deep as before, hitting your spot just the same, just more regularly now. The way you cling to his shoulders and the way you're clenching around him feels like heaven.

"Never going to get enough of this. Fuck I love you" he says, your mouth sucking against his neck, biting it as you moan, back arching again. His fingertips find your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves until your mouth hangs open, not able to do anything but moan his name.

"Ross Ross Ross" you repeat, it now being the only word you can say.

"I fucking love you. God I love you" he says forehead falling forward and resting against yours again and once again he can't help but look down at where he's snapping into you. He can't believe this is happening to him, he can't believe you of all people are allowing him to have you this way.

"so so lucky" he mumbles whilst looking at your sopping cunt taking him so well. You almost cum undone at his words, moving his chin upwards until he's looking at you.

"Ross..." Your eyes flutter momentarily before looking deep into his dark orbs, you pulse around him, your orgasm drawing closer. Your voice is floaty, barely there but he can hear you. The words you let out are sultry and they have his hips stuttering forward.

"Want you to cum for me" he knows he'll never hear anything hotter. He pushes himself forward before pulling backwards, he does this four more times before he bottoms out and stills, cumming inside you, coating your walls with him.

His thumb finds your clit, and knows by the way you're clenching around him youre close.

"Fuck I'm going to cum" you say.

"cum for me darling, cum for me" he says and his words make you let go, shaking around him. He grasps your shaking hand in his and he holds you through your orgasm, lips moving slowly against yours as a string of moans and his name fall into his mouth from yours.

Once you've come down from your high he pulls out of you, making the both of you groan, he falls down onto the bed next to you, pulling you to lie on his chest.

"Was that okay?" He asks. "Wasn't too fast or anything?" His insecurity speaks again.

"Ross it was perfect... Couldn't be more perfect" you say with a brief kiss to his mouth.

"Be my girlfriend please?" He asks and you smile as you nod.

"Id love to"

You cuddle after that, many more kisses pressed against one another's mouth and an array of "I love you's" being said. You then fall asleep, you pressed to his chest and his arms keeping you safe. It could never have not been perfect, because it was with Ross. Your person, who from the moment you met him, loved you exactly the way you needed.

[amymbona]

Thinking about how in royal! au (before the marriage) Patrick makes it a point to visit as often to come see you. And of course every time Art and Tashi send you to see him. Occasionally all four of you, their hands roaming your body...but never actually fucking you.

One night after making you cum on his tongue, Patrick asks if you've been fucked, he sees your confused gaze and then rephrases asking if a man ever made love to you. And when you blush and look away from his gaze, saying that you were told that is something that happens after marriage, he finds it adorable how you haven't fully processed how sexual Art, Tashi, and him have been with you.

This is also how he comes to the idea that he should be the one to marry you.

Would bring up how she could be married to some village boy and forever out of any of their grasps (or at least it would become suspicious at that point). How you'd subjected to life with some peasant who wouldn't even know how to appreciate you. Exclaims how no one would find the engagement weird, because the castle already knows how much the King and Queen adore this kind hearted servant. You're the perfect age for marriage and so is Patrick. Everyone will just assume it's a gift for how well you've been.

USER YOU ARE INSANE I WANNA KISS YOUR BRAIN :3333333

He's genuinely smitten by you. Like we all know people have manners and men are brought up to be gentlemen, especially these of a higher rank, but he's genuinely so kind and nice that it surprises you.

Patrick has obviously fucked, I mean, made love to some women before. At least that is what he tells you. But in full honesty, you are the only person he really makes love to. He genuinely wishes to take it slow with you, and make sure you enjoy every single second of it.

He finds you so cute, how bashful you are, how shy you are to let him see your body and touch you in places that have been untouched. You blush from a single kiss and giggle when his stubble tickles the back of your neck. He tells this to Art and Tashi too, no surprise, as the three of them can't keep a single secret.

And when all four of you are together, Art and Tashi behave so differently. They were never violent towards you, God forbid, but now they seem to be more gentle.

(I actually find it funny that we always depict Patrick as the craziest, most relentless and violent one out of the three, but I believe that in this scenario, he'd be the most gentle one. Because he got to meet you in a completely different way.)

They touch you so nicely, completely purely focused on your pleasure. Little rubs of your nipples, fingers pressing down just enough to have your back arch and lips part. Just the tiniest teasing touches on your clit, telling you that it's okay to feel that weird tingle in your stomach, that it's all natural. They kiss and caress you and hold you as you fall asleep.

When the three of them talk about your marriage, Patrick is genuinely worried. He loves this four way thing you have going on and understand you belonged to Art and Tashi first. And he'd ve content with the two of them having you. But the thought of anyone else getting to touch you, to make love to you? Absolutely not. You belong to him. To them.

[spacealligator]

I'm curious to know how you manage your documents for fics, so I've come to you with a few (possibly fun?) questions regarding your process !

1 - How do you name your documents? 2- If you have a multichapter fic, do you keep it all on one document, have a separate document for every chapter, or something else? 3 - If a situation arises where you want to make a drastic change that can essentially end up deleting thousands of words, do you commit to deleting those chunks and start fixing them right in the original document, or do you resort to making copies first so that you still have the original? Something else, maybe? 4 - Optional freebie slot ! Tell me something about your process that you might want to mention, but I didn't have a question specific enough for you to mention it !

hellou whoooo, thank you so much for the ask, here`s how my mess of a brain organizes everything?

1- most of the time the titles are just the theme of the fic, so for the Handsome Cop universe ie the title of the google docs was police AU for a long time, Ive had names like roommate AU, ame trio AU, flower AU etc very straight foward. I only change the title of the google docs once I settle on a title I really like, and that usually happens when Im about to publish and have to come up with something hehe

2- I keep all chapters in one doc, and also, if Im writing a series, theyre also in the doc because I often need to reference it to check some infos or really just the tone of the writing up until then. The worst part is correcting some info that you`ve been using for some time, like the age of a character changes, or something that happened in their past and they reference it a lot, then I have to go over the whole text and look for the specific mentions of that info and it just sucks

3- I have a google docs called kill your darlings where I put the scenes and ideas that were edited off my final drafts, I often go through the drabbles to check if there`s any cool idea in there I can re use under a new light

oh man 4 it`s gonna be a wild one

while reviewing and editing I often use text to speech tools to make sure that the writing sounds natural, its really useful for non native english speakers like myself

I have a spreadsheet of all my wips, with their % completion status, whats still on the pipeline to be written, and just silly ideas that I want to explore in the future (I had to do this because I had more wips than I could manage and was drowning in plot bunnies hehe)

when Im stuck I like writing on my phone because its hard to care about formatting, so I just shoot hundreds of words into a doc that when I open up in the computer looks like a enormous wall of text, and its easier for me to correct, edit and fill in the gaps once I have the main content on a page (blank pages scare me)

I often write all the dialogue of the scene first, and then fill in the gaps with descriptions and inner monologues, this way I make sure the conversations in my fics have some rhythm to them

most of my stories never had an outline, I just get this scene in my had and then I have to do the work around to get there and after it the consequences of it, right now Im working on my cowboy bebop AU and its the first time I really planned a plot, but I dont know whether is better or not

sometimes I go back to read my fics already posted but I often get an itch to correct things like wording and typos, but I dont because thats a rabbit hole I don`t wanna fall into

I hope you enjoyed reading my answers and got something useful out of them, I`d love to ask you right back and hear about your writing process too!

[luvistqrzzz]

L♡VE THEORY- sim jake oneshot teaser

i think im fallin' in you

deeply and slowly

NOTE- the earlier oneshot idea has been changed into an upcoming smau w changes to the plot, so check it out here!

PAIRING- jake x f.reader

SUMMARY- For you love was a game, like a theory better left un practiced. But what happens when you cross paths with Hybe Uni's star soccer player, Jake and sparks fly? Can he explain a way out of your love theory? Or will you get tangled in his games of love?

Alternatively where Jake Sim reminds you way too much about your first kiss from summer camp.

GENRE- fluff, angst, college!au, ex-crush!jake, crush/acquaintances to strangers to lovers, physics major!jake, photography major!reader

WORD COUNT- idk... hoping 8k to 10k// TEASER- 0.35K

TAGLIST- open! Send an ask or comment

@4hysgf @kishmish-ihate @noascats @tnyhees @beomgyusonlywife @txtbrainrot @chaechae-23

WARNINGS- profanity, drinking and college parties, jake being kind of a douche (dw he redeems himself!), more tba

RELEASE DATE- tba, but hopefully i'll finish writing this before my summer break ends

A/N- this is set in the same universe as The Accidental Polaroid, you can find some coinciding plot lines but the smau can be read as a stand alone ofc!

You were never good at sports. It wasn't like you hated the concept of it but rather you hated playing it. You had never been one of those physically fit and active people, eager to run around and multitask. Also you had terrible hand/leg eye coordination for a 20 year old.

When as a six year old, you broke your leg whilst playing soccer, you just grew a particular dislike towards it. Call it a childish habit or your inability to understand the game but soccer wasn't your thing. And that has continued well into your adult years.

Just like love.

Too bad for you, Sim Jaeyun loved sports. Or in particular soccer. Well, saying he loved it would have been an understatement because the boy literally breathed in the sport.

And it was during one such soccer match did you meet him. Normally you would have preferred to stay at home but majoring in photography had its pros and cons, one such being clicking pictures for the college's soccer team as they bathed in all their winning glory (or sweat).

You hadn't seen the players up close before but standing at the side of the field, your camera in action, you could understand why so many students gushed about their good looks. "Heartbreakers first, Heartthrobs second", your friend Kazuha had told you after her brief relationship with Taehyun.

You were, in all sense, a professional person. You weren't the one to be distracted by their looks, the game or the cheers the crowd erupted into when Hybe Uni won the match 1-0. But then you locked eyes with the star player of the match. It was like a flash, just enough for you to click a picture of him, not even five seconds but you felt yourself go still.

And it wasn't only because of the fact that the dyed blonde haired boy looked attractive with the smirk on his lips and the playfulness in his features as he stared straight into the camera. No, it was his eyes. His warm brown eyes that you had seen somewhere…

why are we so complicated?

love's a word i've always hated.

Feedbacks are highly appreciated <3!!

work belongs to @/luvistqrzzz do not copy, repost or translate my work

[lixiesfreckless]

below is my general reaction/review of part one of because even then, I knew by @catboyieejeno . contains SPOILERS

not to mention I did betaread/edit this fic, so it may not have all of my first reactions(and I reread this on call with carina LOL)

"When he was 7 he fell in love."

sorry this is just the most endearing and relatable thing I've ever read. I had my first crush at five years old, pretty much the second I entered elementary school, and the concept of loving someone in a way that differed from how I felt about my parents was so all encompassing and overwhelming, that when my best friend spilled the beans to him, I had never felt more rage towards a person than I had towards her in my entire(albeit, short-lived) life. crazy how things become magnified before you reach adulthood lmaoooooo

"Why can't he stop looking at you?"

I can't get over how insanely human this feels. It's such a humbling feeling, having your apprehensions about something and nevertheless veing drawn to it all the same. Especially when that "thing" is a person. The juxtaposition between "I swore I'd never" and "why do I keep running into this" stirs some kind of critical thinking in all of us that I CANNOT get enough of ughhhhhh

"Seokmin found himself looking forward to seeing you every single night from then on"

not much to say here my heart just hurt a little bit remembering what that felt like. it feels so innocent, and you try to find other reasons for your selfish actions, but sooner or later you admit to yourself the real reason why you do what you do and it's so. SOOOOOOOOOOOOO

that part where seokmin dreams about how you'll thank him for returning your phone and also readying himself to stand "he didn't forget, he just wanted to sound nonchalant"

painfully human. I have to applaud you for how relatable all of these emotions are. and it makes me kind of happy how obvious it is that in this story, I'm seokmin instead of y/n YIKES

"And stop moping. You're making the flowers sad. They feel these kinds of things"

LITERALLY JUST READ A MINGHAO FLOWERSHOP AU WHERE A SIMILAR THEME WAS PRESENTED UGH I LOVEEEEEE

"Are you still sulking over the pretty girl from the bus?"

ngl I would die of embarrassment here lmao there is no way he just got outed like that lmao

"Simply put: you were not her."

ahhhh subtle but appreciated emotional maturity. that's hot

"he starts counting down the hours until he can see you again."

TOOOOOO REAL I WANNA BE IN LOVE AGAIN AHHHHH

"I wanted to."

THIS. why is it casual honesty that feels the most attractive to me? my ex's close friend had told me that honesty is intimacy and I think she might be right. the vulnerability has to be somewhat attractive to me but MANNNNNN it's always gonna get to me isn't it?

"This is me"

never ever EVER getting over this double entendre. "this is me" meaning that that is your bus stop, but also that that song was just the embodiment of you. and seokmin not only accepting but LIKING that part of you is more than wholesome IT MAKES ME WANT TO RIP MY HAIR OUT

"You don't have to, even if you brought it all the way out here. It's up to you."

as someone who plays guitar, this is so reassuring. a lot of time the pressure/nerves of playing in front of someone gets to you and it feels too daunting of a task, so the reminder that it's up to us is genuinely so kind

"Have you always been this lovely, or am I just starting to see it now?"

stood up from my bed and clapped(in my head)

"A little embarrassed but somehow happy to be caught."

"happy to be caught" THE WAY I COULD WRITE A WHOLE E S S A Y ON THIS

"What's this doing all the way out here?"

no bc an american penny all the way in seoul is kind of magical. like it was meant for them. ughghgshghsjdhsdgjs

"your hands anchoring each other"

the way this is phrased is so beautiful but I honestly just needed a minute to rant about the entire karaoke/kiss scene. as someone who has lived through that kind of love-drunkenness, it is insanely well written and accurate. the unexplainable gravity between the two of you, the not wanting to be far from each other, the inability to find reasons to leave each other, the reluctance to look away, everything. that kind of stumbling down the street with stars in your eyes love is something that I hope everyone who reads this fic experiences one day. it almost hurt a little bit to relive that, knowing that my heart is similar to dk's in the sense that it's apprehensive towards feeling it again, KNOWING where it leads if everything goes wrong. ITS SO COMPLEX but the scene is so sweet I just wanna lie down and cry

I'll post a separate one for part two <3

[alolanrain]

I’m really rethinking the TA!Au because it has actually gotten a lot darker then I originally intended, it’s one of the reason’s why I haven’t really written anything is because I’m actually planning out a full series that will stay contingent, and I’ve decided to make a whole new au instead. ’ve mentioned it before but I’m naming the new verse is named Traveling Teacher!au. I’m also cringing how I’ve type au so far.

This is also almost a 180 turn from it too.

Traveling teacher!au is where Ash actually goes to therapy, i’m not joking, and after he’s deemed ready by his therapist. Ash will be leading the International Leagues new mandated Buddy System. Where respected trainer’s slightly older between the ages of 17 and up will be there for support during trainings and battle. They won’t ever actually battle someone else, during “support time” but instead give advice on certain techniques that the professors deems right. Like all the Pokémon are loved dearly and they form a unique strong bond. Or as we know it, main characters basically.

Professors and or both an Officer Jenny and Nurse Joy together have to judge the team and deem everyone of at least three basic things. What makes it hard is that each region have different rules to apply to the buddy system and you legally have to meet each regions standard or else you are disqualified. The only reason Ash’s entire project he worked his blood sweat and tears into actually became a world wide thing is because, if he hadn’t been the luckiest motherfucker in the whole wide fucking world, so many well know people joined and public spread it with praise and pure delight of all ages. Anyone seventeen and above can join and freely offer good, qualified and respected advice. To many young children have died in almost every tragic event Ash has been in. Let alone his friends when they first come to face is Ash’s personal hell.

Yet they somehow an bare the trauma and laugh at their good times instead. Looking forward and accepting help when they can’t. They also go for the position of a version of a “shiny” trainer. Getting that iconic silver/golden sparkle over their picture on their legal trainer card. There’s other smaller requirements but’s it’s so easy to be re-qualified. Behind the scenes though? There’s so much more.

He had to convince a slew of fucking people this was a good idea and had to defend himself again and again at every step. It made him vicious in debates and arguments. Every INL member hates dealing with him when he’s mad because Ash is usually fucking right. He was already contracted as a “regional inspector” when crime rises rabidly through the entire nation. He’s widely considered to be fluent in fucking Evil Teams now. He has his moments, he’s not perfect at all but he’s trying. So far, his last break was by choice and not by the mental abuse of dying over and over again.

So… progress, somewhat.

Now that he no longer has to defend what was basically his fucking baby for so fucking long, he’s being sent to Alola for a trial run.

They don’t have a league in the island region. Choosing to go back to their religion, practices and ways of life after Unova had briefly colonized their islands. Before the INLwas established way back in time. It was going to be fought over by Paldea and those two had major beef between each other. quick Pokemon history recap in au. It was going to get dangerous real quick for the entire world of some people didn’t step the fuck in.

No one quite remembers how the INL was created, each region has it written it down in their history differently, but their here know and everything has genuinely been good… mostly because their in human disguises. They where distant and relatively cordial to each region and their own. Regardless they cared, especially since humans can be a danger to Pokemon it’s better to lead them then fight them.

Ash has made that very clear them in the years he’s been alive and cognitive enough to start blaming the legendaries who, for no reason, loses their shit just to lose it and nothing else. He’s had screaming matches and arguments with them to get their shirt together. Their led by the ear by Ash to make social engagement with the public. Both as INL members and as regulars “people”.

He may or may not caught having dinner with Kanto board member Gia Lu and KoKe Kahekili from specifically Melemele, Alola. Stirring the pot of rumors and gossip off what they have going on.

There’s obviously so much more but I’ll stop here for know.

[unicorncornflakes]

Wedding Dress - Modern AU! | Chapter 1

Prologue | Next Chapter 

Paring: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You have always seemed happy. A perfect life: a good job, a good family... and a good boyfriend. Finally, you are going to marry Jace after three years of dating. Everything seems perfect, but you know it's not.

Everything falters the same night you meet Aemond Targaryen. You are no longer sure of your decisions... let alone about the wedding...

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Enemies to Friends to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/ComfortDrama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Author´s note: Hi everyone! English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! All of them are my fault! Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: 2.9K

“Rhaenyra told me that today is your Dress Fitting” Daemon was still playing with his squeeze ball. You wondered why he has one. It wasn't like he could stress about anything. He gave you a sidelong glance with a terrible smirk. He continued playing with the toy, squeezed it one again before leaved it on the table. You have worked for him during the last three years, in the same moment that you started to date Jace. And you really knew when something crossed his head. And that time was going to be one of those times he wanted to be like a father for you. After your premature parents’ passing, he softness with you. It was an easier work then, but not fair if you compared yourself with the rest of the workers. However, Daemon didn’t care about what the others said, and you continued with your privileges in that editorial.

“Yeah, today It is” You smiled looking down. Your hands wrapped your bag just ready to leaving after a long day of job. You were a publisher at Daemon´s editorial. After you finished your degree in High Valyrian philology, you started to work there by Jace´s recommendation. It was a good job and it that moment you were revising a manuscript written by Daemon himself. For that reason, you spent most of your working day with him. However, you knew that he didn’t need a publisher for that. He was the senior editor. It was only a way for him to teach you the functions of his role there. He never said it out aloud, but, and only maybe, he wanted to allow his place to you in the correct moment. “I will pick this and I will continue at home” You smiled at him, catching the big manuscript.

“You don’t look excited” He commented, starting to play with his chair. You looked at him confused “By your Dress Fitting, I mean” He reclined in his chair. His condescended tone always affected your nerves. Your gaze met his; he knew in that moment that everything was not as fine as usual.

“Oh! Of course I am! It´s just a have a lot of work and…” You exclaimed, but your tone didn’t sound convince. You haven’t thought too much about the dress fitting these days. Not since what happened last weekend. Well, actually you only spent your time working and working, just not to thinking. Jace was on a business trip, so you have tried to stay calm. That was all. Your thoughts hardly encountered visions of that night. Well… not really… you tried to pretend that everything was right, but your mind couldn’t stop thinking about that guy… And, your brain started just to think about it. And the Dress Fitting didn’t help, You only felt guiltier.

“Really?” He asked raising one eyebrow “I´ve read your last chapter” At least, the topic had been switched. Yeah, the chapter. You had had been writing a book for the last three years. You really loved talk about that, and your last writing was sent as always on the Saturday night to your favorite publisher.

“Did you like it?” You smiled, forgetting all about Jace, that guy, the dress, the wedding… Normally, he never told to you anything about your writings. If he didn’t tell you anything, it was bad, really bad, so the both of you didn’t speak about the matter and you rewrited the chapter again to be sent the next week. It was your play, and you really appreciated that. It was enough living with your old grandmother and her bad mood.

“Yes, actually a lot, much more than the rest of the chapters… Something has changed, right?” He rose from his chair and he served a drink. The whiskey made a little sound when it found the ice in that so expensive glass. He dank it with a sneer “This is a cheap whiskey…”

“I-I…” Words couldn’t leave your lips. No, nothing had changed. Of course not. It was not like you just wrote that chapter after that night, just to stop thinking… Oh, maybe you wrote it after that night. You started to bite your lips, almost eat them… everything was your fault…

“I really liked how much your main character has changed. Before was a regular just guy with a big heart, now is a Cocky bastard who knows what he wants and he gets it” Daemon commented while was watching the now empty bottom glass. Perhaps, the whiskey was cheap, but he never denied one drink.

“I guess” you whispered. Yeah, a cocky bastard, a guy of few words and contained rage, just like…

“Rhaenyra would kill me if she knows that I´m telling you this, but…” Daemon´s voice waked you from your thought. Your eyes met his again, they show a tremendous sadness, mixed with guilty “Keep sleeping with the new one. It will be a great book if you do, much better than before”

“I´m not cheating on Jace” You tried to sound plausible, but that just made Daemon laugh out loud. You blushed so hard.

“Yeah… and I´ve never cheated on Rhaenyra… All of us have little dirty secrets, (Y/N), and if you don’t want to share it is perfect. However, try harder to be discreet” His tone was hard but confident. His laugh stopped and his eyes were on you. He really appreciated you, maybe like none did those days. He had never been a confidant for you, but with the entire wedding situation, he became a friend. At least, he was the only one who didn’t speak about it all the time “Anyways, I really liked it. Right now, I´m thinking to publish it” He said sincerely.

“W-what?” You couldn’t believe what was happening. He wanted to publish it. After years of hard work, he wanted to publish it. Your baby, your dream… For you, the book was more important than the wedding, then everything actually. You never said it out loud, but it was true.

“It´s the first time in three years that I really enjoyed something that you wrote” He walked to the door of his bureau and he turned to see you. It was a way to good bay like usual. Although, that day, it tasted bitter “And Don’t marry Jace, (Y/N). He deserves more, you deserve more. You will not be happy” He sighed while the door was opened “Have a good Dress Fitting” He wished you while you fled from there. You didn´t know what to think about that conversation. Maybe Daemon was as right as Alara.  

 Aemond rubbed his face jaded and tired. If that stupid power point had another slide, he would kill someone… and there it was another slide. All numbers, all graphics, all this accompanied by the irritating voice of Luke. Aegon was not better than him, looking to the ceiling of the office, ignoring to his nephew.

“So, in conclusion: We are fucked” Aegon made a perfect summary of the situation. Aemond would never told that, but ‘thanks, brother. You summarized all that stupid power point’. He started to laugh like a maniac “Unbelievable”. All the council remained in silence. Aemond get up from his chair and opened the window, he leant on it. “Even Aemond is going to throw himself by the window, and he is the clever one”

“I´m going to smoke” It was his only reply. With a cigarette between his lips, he lit it after he took out his Zippo of his pants pocket. “But, yeah, we are simply fucked” He expelled the smoke quickly, past a deep puff.

“No, if Jace gets the new contract…” Joffrey strated to speak only to be silenced by his older uncle.

“So, Do I have to sell the lamborghini?” Aegon bit his lip anxiously. His younger brother rolled his eye.

“I love your priorities, brother” Aemond patted his shoulder. The one-eye guy looked around to all attendees on that meeting: Luke continued with his slides, looking at his computer screen, Joffrey looked at him with a sneer. Corlys stared at her hands as she fiddled with them on the table, completely ignoring him. Tyland, the treasurer, was counting on a worn piece of paper... Aemond took another drag and blew smoke through his nose, looking at them all arrogantly. “We must to think in a B plan”

“And C, D, E, F…” Aegon added desperately. He was the one who was most concerned, and not for the possible fall of the company, but for the potential loss of his comfortable lifestyle.

“I trust Jace. He will get it. I´m sure” Corlys broke his silence, in a veiled threat to the youngest of the Targaryens present in the room. After all, he was the "grandfather" of those boys.

“We are in this situation because of the perfect and glorious administration of the Strong boys” Aemond informed him. This situation was like always… and he was getting angry about it.

“Velaryons” Corlys corrected him with a grim face.

“Oh, I almost forgot it” Aemond mocked still his cigarette in his lips.

“Faith is wonderful, but now we need something more realistic” Tyland Lannister broke his silence, looking at Corlys. “I suggest we listen to Aemond's proposal”

Aemond looked at them with supremacy and arrogance. It was his moment. But at that precise moment, everything went to shit again. Luke spoke quickly after looking at the screen of his phone "Jace has done it, we have closed the contract" he informed with a smile. All attendees breathed relief. Even Aegon seemed like a different person now, everyone but Aemond. Again, insulted and beaten by those brats.

“Perfect, let´s to have lunch, I´m starving” Aegon said happily leaving the office in a quick movement. Corlys and other assitans approached Luke and Joffrey to speak with them. And Aemond was forgotten newly. He only sighed.

“You know that this is not the final solution” Tyland whispered him while he was picking all his calculus books up. “We have to think long term”

“Well, it looks like it doesn’t matter” Aemond mouthed.

“Can we go to lunch tomorrow? We will be able to speak up…” Tyland asked him… and He only nodded.

“Just text me the place and hour” Aemond whispered in a arrogant tone, and left the room. He had had enough of those assholes for one day.

 He looked out the large window of his office. It had been a shitty week, and the city remained unalterable. The same sky, the same fucking perfect frame… like an ideal movie, where everything ends great. But, this was not the same situation for Aemond. He stood in front of the window, arms behind his back. Discipline was everything, and yet the strong boys got it all done without it. He only felt anger in that moment; however, his face was stoic. This whole situation about the bankruptcy of the family business was bringing him upside down. The new contract was just a bandage for a wound that was bleeding her dry. He had to do something. But, a small part of his mind reminded him of the girl from the bar. He regretted that she hadn't sucked him off with those pretty red lips. He regretted not messing with her in the shower, maybe that way she wouldn't have seen that bloody message that made her get out of. He regretted that she had not even wanted his number…

“Mom is going to text you” Aegon´s voice snapped him back to reality. Aemond turned to see Aegon hastily opening the door, closing it with a loud slam behind him. His older brother sited in the chair in front of his office desk. He started to typing really fast in his phone “If she asks you, I have a really busy afternoon at the office” He lied.

“Of course, working hard in some important project in between the legs of one of your whores” Aemond said jaded while he took the seat in front his brother, in his elegant leather chair. “How hard you work!” he exclaimed wryly “What mother wants now?”

“Well, now it´s your problem” Aegon killed himself laughing, waiting the reaction of Aemond for the petition of their mother. His younger brother picked up his phone, which had been remained in the table. At that moment, Aemond opened his one remaining eye in disbelief. One could see how his pupil had shrunk at what he was reading on his phone screen. Aegon couldn't stop laughing, “So… enjoy your wonderful afternoon”

“She must be joking” Aemond muttered to himself, looking for a good excuse in his mind.

“When have you seen mom joking, Aemond?” Aegon replied to the incredulity face of his brother “Daeron has to study, Helaena is not at the city, and I have a lot of work… There is only one available option” He raised his eyebrows with a sly smile. “What she is saying?” he asked trying to read his brother’s screen.

Aemond chuckled “That she knows that I have read the last message. Daeron explained her how works the blue check… Damnit…” He looked at Aegon who can´t help but laughing.

“I will punch Daeron when I arrive home, don´t you worry” he continued smiling like a maniac.

“But, is this true?” Aemond asked, picking his bridge nose with his thumb and his index. Her mother truly was asking him that…

“A Dress Fitting is something really serious, Aemond” Aegon pretended a serious sign in his face, and the he laughed again. Aemond looked at his brother as if he could kill him. He would have actually killed him if he could... Why was it his turn to go to that piece of shit? He was beginning to think that the universe wanted to make fun of him “When you come back, just tell me if she is ugly. If she sleeps with Jace, she can't be very pretty” Aegon stretched out lazily in his chair.

Her mother continued text him. That day Cole couldn't be her driver, his father had decided to go see some friends, and the bodyguard had accompanied him, leaving Alicent without a driver. That day was Jace's fiancée's dress fitting and Alicent wanted to go, in an attempt to win back her friendship with Rhaenyra. And where did Aemond fit into all this? Well, Alicent would go there with Rhaenyra, but then she couldn't bring her home... so "the best one of her children", just as her mother wrote, would go for her once she went to finish the test. Besides, Alicent didn't even ask anymore, it just sounded like an order. It was what Aemond had received after three refusals from his brothers to his mother. He pursed his lips and all he have could type was ‘OK’. ‘And please, try to be nice with OUR family. Love you’ Her mother text him after his reply. He didn´t text her back, only He left the phone at the table again. All his response was “Hmm”.

Aegon knew him, he was going to explode, but he was trying to contain a bigger rage. “I don´t envy you” Aegon looked away from his brother´s gaze. He got up from the chair, a sad smile painted in his face. Aegon and Aemond weren´t the best brothers in the world, but he knew what was happening in his younger brother´s head. He really hated their nephews…And it was understandable: Luke had attacked him as a child, leaving him without one of his eyes, his parents had not denounced him for the good of the 'family', and then there was Jace, who had taken the position within the company for the one Aemond had fought for all his life. Aemond felt like something broken within that set, while the people who had damaged him went on with their lives as if nothing had happened.

“I will tell you if she is ugly. I´m sure that she is” He sneered, lying on his chair. That was his Aemond again. An impertinent smile, a fake self-confidence, a huge ego… his lips curled in a sign of disdain…

“Of course, who if not is going to enjoy that Bastard?” Aegon took a look on his brother. Something was wrong. Aegon knew nothing about the romantic life of his brother but… He has a different gaze, like when he was at high school and started dating Alys. Aegon never was a great brother but in that moment looked to his feet… “Are you seeing someone?” He asked shrugging.

“Why?” Aemond looked at him in disbelief.

“You look pissed off” he replied, as he approached the door. “I will give an advice: Don´t let her play with you, because I know you” It was all, no more words; no need more information, no more brotherly love… He closed the door behind him.

Aemond stared across the window again. His stoic face changed to a shy smile. No, he didn´t know your name, But if asshole Jace was getting married, you'd accompany him to the wedding, wear red, draw all eyes, and he'd be the luckiest man alive… As for Jace's fiancée, that girl was going to find out who’s was he. He had set out to make her cry at her own dress fitting.