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unstable-samurai · 5 months ago

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Love is Intention (pt.1)

Male Reader x Sana

word count: 7.5K

tags: possessive girl, angst, obsession, passionate fan, psychopathy, love sex, blowjob, penetration, tease, stalker, sexual fantasy, mature male reader, dom girl...

Everything started on a rainy Friday. It was the damn book launch, your return after 8 cursed years without publishing anything. Your hands were as cold as a corpse. It was a trauma. Ever since the first time you had to put your face out there to promote your work, no one showed up. It was humiliating. People walked into the bookstore at the mall and saw you sitting alone at a table with two stacks of untouched copies of your book. You stayed there for four hours, and when someone finally seemed to come over, it was just a regular customer asking where the hell the Stephen King bookshelf was. And you can bet he had a shelf dedicated just to him, he was a genre unto himself.

But, well, does that really matter now?

This terrible experience didn't stop you from becoming a best-seller, anyway. Starting from the third book signing session, people were lining up just to get your autograph and shake your hand (the selfie craze wasn't popular yet). You didn't get an exclusive shelf with your name like King, but your books were next to those of great writers like Ernest Hemingway and J.D. Salinger and even contemporary geniuses like Chuck Palahniuk. Good enough for you.

There were 5 consecutive knockouts! Each book released broke the record of the previous one. In a span of 10 years, you reached your literary stardom, and, look at that, even Stephen King read and praised one of your books (the second one, where the schizophrenic protagonist believes she killed her own husband in a fight and now must decide whether to turn herself in to the authorities or get rid of the body. Plot twist: it was the husband who killed the wife. Good surrealist shit.)

Then you never published anything again.

Problems arose and your creativity seemed to vanish, along with your desire to write. The divorce, the alcoholism, the insomnia... depression, perhaps? All of this exploded in your face at once, leading you into a self-destructive spiral that seemed endless. You almost didn’t recover from it. Well, you were still recovering, truth be told. One day at a time and all that. And, well, a new book was yet another step towards a normal and stable life again. God and the devil knew how difficult it was for you to find the strength to write again. Your new book was just a collection of short stories, but we all need to start over from somewhere, right?

And what if no one shows up?

That damn thought wouldn’t leave your mind. 8 years… it’s enough time to forget an author. How many new ones must have appeared and become best-sellers by now?

“Don’t be so nervous. It’s still early. People will show up,” said Jessie, the assistant hired by your literary agent. He was unable to attend the occasion as his wife was in labor.

“Yeah… You’re right.”

“I know thinking is kind of your job, but don’t overdo it. Come on, have some coffee.” She handed you a cup; it was very hot, helping to warm your cold, lifeless hands. Jessie continued:

“Twitter got pretty excited when the publisher announced your book’s release. It must be the rain messing things up around here.”

She was a good girl. She knew how to read people, and she also knew you needed a bit of encouragement.

"The latest news about me was about my divorce and my problems with alcohol. I'm happy to still have a bit of credibility."

"An author only loses credibility if they publish a bad book and then another one right after. You could have committed a homicide and people would still be excited for a book of yours. That whole thing about separating the author from the work, you know what I mean? Literature is a world apart."

What she said was quite accurate in your view, fortunately or unfortunately. You noticed that she was very smart for a woman of just 20 years old.

"Did you know that I published my first book when I was your age?"

"Yeah, I know! You took over the literary scene in that decade. 'Young Writer Applauded at Festival and Becomes the Newest Best-Seller of the Year.' I read that old article when I found out I was going to work with you. You were really a phenomenon. And not to take away from your art, but that handsome face of yours helped to win over some fans."

You just lowered your head and laughed timidly.

"I guess now I can't count on my young face anymore."

"'Dilfs' are the trend now, sir!"

"And what the hell is that?" you asked curiously.

Suddenly, four people entered the bookstore together. They smiled upon seeing you, and you instantly knew they had come for the autograph session. Then two more people entered. They waved at you, and you felt the nervousness take over your body again, but this time for a good reason: people kept coming in. And there were still 20 minutes left before the book launch was to begin.

You had forgotten how special a book launch could be. Unfortunately, the mark left by the first event made you forget the good part of it. But from now on, you would strive to remember only how it was a warm and memorable occasion; being a relatively private event, you were practically surrounded only by people who truly appreciated your art and you as a person.

You had just finished the author's reading part. The first 20 pages of the first story seemed to please the audience, and the applause at the end of the reading was a relief for you. When was the last time you were given a standing ovation? A long time ago, obviously. It was time for questions, Jessie had warned you in advance that there were 3 journalists among the 61 readers present. The journalists were not wearing identification badges, so they were mixed in with the public, which included booktubers, superfans, and key influencers in the literary market. Perhaps with the idea of getting a 'pure' response from you to then publish in the media. So you should be prepared to get a good headline.

"Alright, hmm, I think now is the time for questions..." you announced to the audience, somewhat nervous.

Many people raised their hands. You chose the bearded bald man with glasses.

He stood up and asked:

“We know that there was a long gap between your last book and this new one. Has your writing changed during this time? Can we expect a more mature version of you in terms of your approach to delicate events that are the highlight of your writing?”

“Great question, thank you! Well, I have always approached these themes as an ordinary man. I am not a psychologist to make a clinical and scientific approach to certain things that my characters decide to do in the story. I have always valued accessible communication with the general public. Pain and feelings are universal, and the way we deal with them tends to be different, varying from person to person. Unconsciously, my writing has matured, a result of time, I believe, but I still follow the same approach that brought me here.”

“Thank you, sir,” said the bald man. He then pressed a button on his iPhone, which he had held up the entire time you were speaking.

You glanced slightly to the side, and Jessie winked at you. Your intuition was right about him being one of the journalists.

"Next question."

You chose a young Black girl wearing a beige overcoat.

"Hello! I just want to say that I'm happy to be here! My name is Carol, and I'm a big fan of yours! Hmm, ah, my question! Let me see... According to the synopsis and now the first pages of the story you read, it seems that each story, although different from one another, is connected by a central theme, which is the lack of connection with today's society. I wanted to know, how did you come up with these characters? Are they portrayals of current people, or are they mere fictional figures trapped in the past?"

"That's an excellent question too. Thank you, Carol. So, in the last few years when I wasn't writing, I wandered around a lot of places. I was a bit lost, to be honest, but one good thing about that difficult phase was having the opportunity to talk to all kinds of different people. Poor and rich. Everyone had something to say about the world, as well as their own problems with it. All I can say is that I didn't draw inspiration from any real person to create the characters, but rather from the experiences I accumulated during the good conversations I had with various people of different races, ages, and genders. Despite this, it's easy to recall someone familiar who has a story similar to Milly, the protagonist of the first story in the book, for example. My characters are almost always ordinary people."

"Thank you for answering!"

“You're welcome. Next question.” You paused briefly to drink some water, then continued, choosing a young woman sitting at the far right end of the last row of chairs, where the light from the lamp didn’t reach as well.

“Hello! Good evening, everyone! My name is Sana, I’m a big fan of your art and I’m happy about your return,” she said, quite excited.

You were startled when she stood up and you could see her better. Your heart suddenly raced. It was a strange sight. The girl, Sana, was wearing a long white dress with some flower prints.

Your ex-wife had a very similar dress. Quite a coincidence. So, you hid your look of astonishment and said:

“Thank you, Sana. You can ask your question.”

“I would like to know if your return is definitive. Are there more drafts stored or ideas for future projects? I read on the internet about a leak that revealed you were writing a script for a mini-series on a streaming service. Does this mean you are now dedicated to writing without long breaks?”

“I can't comment on this supposed leak. And I can't guarantee that my return won’t have more long breaks, but I am making an effort to maintain a healthy pace for myself and that also allows me to produce good works without delays.”

“Your long pause was due to external problems like the divorce and your alcohol dependency. Now that you’re rehabilitated, what are the chances of you returning to your old publication window of every two years?”

“Excuse me!” Jessie intervened. “I’d like to remind everyone that this event is dedicated to the book, not the author’s personal life. So, let’s keep the questions focused on the fiction, please.”

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to be intrusive,” Sana explained, smiling. “I’m just another fan who is immensely happy about the return of the favorite author, and who hopes to continue reading many of his books.”

"It's okay. As I said before, I can't guarantee anything. I hate unfounded promises like anyone else. I appreciate your kindness, Sana. I will strive to continue publishing frequently."

She smiled at you, satisfied with your response.

For the next question, you chose a gray-haired woman who seemed quite intellectual.

"There are rumors that your first book will be adapted into a movie. Can you tell us a little about that? And regardless of whether it's true or not, how would you feel about seeing your work being transferred to another medium, like with a new vision and maybe without your creative control?"

"We are in negotiations at the moment. I can't say more than that. Well, I wouldn't mind seeing someone else putting their vision into my stories; it would be something different, you know? Another work, not necessarily mine. I find it interesting and I am always open to film adaptations."

You continued for about 30 minutes. This stuff was quite tiring and after a while, it seemed to lose its purpose, but you kept smiling until the end.

Now all that was left was to sign the books. Each reader got your autograph and a copy of your new book. Everyone praised you and practically 90% of the audience took a selfie with you.

There were only 5 people left to finish the autographs when it was that girl's turn.

"Hello!" she said, extending her hand to greet you. You shook her hand. It was small and soft, like a porcelain doll's hand. "I was quite anxious for this."

"I hope I didn't make you wait too long. Lines can be quite unbearable."

"It's all right, I've learned to be patient.”

You noticed that she was staring at you. For a fan, she was not shy at all. She was beautiful too. Very beautiful. You would probably be falling in love with Sana if you were the same age as her and were the type of writer who gets dazzled by any special attention from a pretty girl.

“Sana, right? Well, I’ll sign your book now.”

You picked up a copy and signed it.

“‘To Sana, a special fan. May these pages entertain you and perhaps mean something to you in the end.’” You finished with your signature. “Here. Thank you for coming.”

“Oh my God! You don’t know how happy I am! Can I ask you to sign another book of yours? It's my favorite!”

She took the book out of her bag and handed it to you, then you signed it with quick precision.

“You’re so sweet! Oh, could you tell me how long you will be in the city? And sorry if I'm being too nosy..."

“I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon.”

“Oh, what a shame. You don’t know how special this evening has been for me.” Sana sighed. “I just wish I had more time to talk to you.”

“Hey, girl!” exclaimed the woman in line behind Sana. “You’ve been talking to him for about 5 minutes! There are more people wanting to get an autograph, you know?!”

Sana didn’t reply but shot a cold, empty look at the woman that made her nervous.

“It was really a dream to meet you in person.” She placed her hand on yours. Slowly, she said, “Maybe we’ll meet again sometime, won’t we?”

You gave a soft laugh and replied:

“Yeah, I’d love that.” You smiled formally at her. “Have a good night, Sana.”

“You too.” She said in a voice a little too sweet for your taste.

"The night was amazing!" said Jessie cheerfully. The two of you were eating at a diner after the book launch had ended. "You answered all the questions really well. Especially the ones from the journalists."

"Thank you. I did my best."

"When it becomes a bestseller, and it will, obviously, we'll organize a new book signing session, this time a lecture. Your arm will get tired from signing so many books!"

"I'm very grateful for all your help, Jessie."

"It's just my job. Besides, actually, I should be grateful to you for employing me. I had some bills to pay that were keeping me up at night."

"But it was my literary agent who hired you."

"Yes, he needed an assistant for one of his writers, and here I am. There were no openings available for me, and I was starting to worry if I would find a job or not. Then a miracle happened! Suddenly the preparations for your new book launch began, and 'boom!', Jessie is working again, baby!"

"In that case, I guess we helped each other."

"You bet!"

"It's good to be back. I had forgotten how much I loved writing."

"It's good to have you back! Now that all the launch chaos is over, what are you going to do?"

"Write."

"Already?"

"I'm just going to start drafting a novel I have in mind. I'm thinking of spending a few weeks in a secluded cabin I bought to write in peace without interruptions."

"That sounds great! It's a good way to relax, actually. But I personally wouldn't go where Amazon delivery doesn't reach; that's my limit of isolation. Another cup of coffee?”

"“No. I need to sleep.”

“You can order a decaf coffee.”

“Even so. I've already exceeded my daily caffeine limit.”

Jessie asked the waitress for another cup of coffee for herself.

“I'm sorry we're not celebrating in a bar as tradition dictates.”

“Don't say that! It's no problem. I appreciate your more reserved style of celebrating; the last writer I assisted liked to let loose with his pseudo-intellectual friends. I was completely uncomfortable at those parties, damn it.”

"Okay, so get ready 'cause next time I'll take you to play bingo with some elderly people!"

"Fuck yeah!" And she laughed. "Hey, the people who were at the event are already tweeting about it. Really positive feedback! Hmm, and even that annoying literary critic released a review of your book. I haven't read it yet, but from the headline, it seems he liked it. His idiot followers are going to sell out your book on Amazon now. Flawless victory!"

You two talked for another hour about various subjects, and then you realized that you would like to have her around always because working with Jessie sped things up and she was fun company too.

Around midnight, you both decided to call it a night and go back to the hotel. She went in first, and you decided to stay outside a bit longer to smoke a cigarette. You sat on the curb near the hotel façade and lit a cigarette. You weren't exactly a smoker. Only about five cigarettes a month, at most. The urge to smoke at that moment came naturally, healthily, just to end the night and have more time to reflect on the day before going to sleep. Things were finally falling into place, and you wanted to enjoy this feeling of peace a little longer. The street was very calm. The cold, damn, was intense. Although the rain had stopped, the wind remained relentless, and your blazer was your hero.”

"Can I join you?" asked a sweet voice.

You instinctively looked back.

"Sana?! Is that you?" you asked, quite startled.

It took you a few moments to recognize her because Sana had changed clothes, now wearing something more comfortable and that protected her from the cold.

"I'm glad you haven't forgotten my name."

She sat down beside you.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was heading back to the hotel."

"Oh, are you staying at this hotel too?"

She smiled at you.

"What a coincidence, right?"

"Yeah... It's quite chilly, isn't it?"

"True. Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, of course. Feel free to ask anything."

"Who is that girl who's always with you?"

"What?"

"The brunette girl who wears glasses. She was always around you at the bookstore."

"Oh, you mean Jessie? She's my assistant. She helped with organizing the event. Very smart girl."

Sana scoffed and laughed.

"Smart, huh? Okay... Do you like girls like that?"

"It's a good quality in anyone."

"Except when they're arrogant towards people," Sana remarked, a little bitterly.

"That's true. Luckily, Jessie isn't that kind of person."

"Oh, really?" Sana questioned. "But let's stop talking about her now."

"Did you stay here just for the book launch?"

"Of course. I traveled just to see you, silly." She placed her hand on your knee. "You looked so lonely sitting here."

"I was just about to go into the hotel."

"Can we go in together? What do you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Don't pretend you don't."

Yeah, you could get an idea. Her tone of voice was unmistakable. Sana obviously wanted to go to bed with you, and since the bookstore, you felt something different coming from her. It was hard to explain exactly what it was... whether it was good or bad... You couldn't say.

"Please, Sana. I'm much older than you..."

"I'm not as young as I look. And I know you want this too."

Her hand slid up your thigh. Sana had a warm, comforting touch, and an intrusive thought made you imagine what it would be like for that hand to touch your cock.

"Look, I'm not that kind of guy," you stood up. "I don't take young girls infatuated with idols to bed. It's not right."

"There's nothing wrong with it!" she said, almost shouting.

"For me, it's wrong, Sana."

"Am I not attractive enough?"

The devil knew how attractive she was. That face, those eyes, that smile, the scent... It was all too familiar. And her slender body... It had been a while since you had sex. Since the divorce, you hadn't been with anyone else. There were attempts from some women, but you pushed them away due to the self-loathing you felt.

Were you still doing this? Had therapy failed?

No, this was a different situation.

"Sana, you're beautiful. You caught my eye the moment I saw you at the bookstore. Not just mine, I bet. You're a stunning woman, but this just... isn't right for me. I'm sorry, I need to go in now."

"Your attention is the only one I want. We can get to know each other better if that's the issue. I rea-"

You left her talking alone on the sidewalk and entered the hotel. You felt bad for doing that, but damn it, you knew she wouldn't give up if you kept stringing her along.

In the bedroom, finally, you were getting ready to go to sleep. You needed to get up early for a meeting with your literary agent via Zoom; in the afternoon, you would catch a flight back home and finally rest properly. You lay in bed, eyes closed, trying to sleep, trying to think of anything other than that woman. Girl. She was just a girl. After a while, it became difficult to hold onto any thoughts; you knew you would fall asleep soon…

Knock, knock!... Knock, knock!

You opened your eyes, somewhat groggy. Did someone knock on the door? You could have sworn you heard it. But sometimes you heard sounds from beyond, mere creations of your mind. Despite that, you got up and decided to investigate anyway. You looked but didn't see anyone through the peephole. You thought about going back to bed, but something stronger than you made you open the door and glance down the hallway.

She was leaning against the wall to the left of the door.

"Sorry to bother you again," Sana said timidly.

"What are you doing here? And how did you find my room?" you asked, not in an annoyed tone. You were still half-asleep to fully grasp the situation.

"That doesn't matter. I wanted to apologize to you for everything I said."

She seemed genuinely sad, remorseful maybe. And faced with her sadness, the first thing you thought about was how beautiful she looked in that silk pajama, casually sexy, with long sleeves and short shorts that revealed Sana's beautiful thighs. It was the pajama you most enjoyed seeing on women. Tremendous coincidence.

"It's okay. Look, I'm not angry with you. Let's forget all this, alright? Go back to your room and get some sleep."

"And you think I'll be able to sleep?" she asked, looking deep into your eyes. "If you were in my place, could you sleep knowing that the love of your life is in another bed on a floor above yours?"

You took a moment before answering.

"Probably not. But there's nothing I can do about it, Sana."

"I've dreamed of this moment for years. When you turned your back on me out there, I felt like dying. It hurt."

You took a deep breath. It was like being trapped in a submarine that kept sinking. You saw her eyes shimmering with tears that could spill at any moment.

In these dilemmas, everything seems to lose its purpose for a moment. And a moment is enough to derail everything else. You knew that, but even so:

"Come in," you said to her.

"Seriously?"

"Yes. It's cold out in the hallway. Let's talk a bit in here."

Sana entered; you asked her to sit on the edge of the bed with you.

"I'm not exactly sure what to say. But maybe you're fixated on a parasocial relationship doomed to fail."

"How can you say that without even trying first? I know you're hurt. Believe me, I understand that perfectly. But I want to prove to you that you can trust someone again. I want to repay what you've done for me."

"This is so damn strange, Sana. So strange that I can't even properly grasp what's happening."

She moved a bit closer to you.

"You've been my peace of mind since I read your first book. Your characters, your stories, your interviews, your lectures — everything was a refuge for me! I followed everything you did. I never missed an episode of that segment you and your friend hosted on the radio talking about movies. And the signal was awful in my town," she told you, ridiculously excited. You almost felt sorry for her in that moment.

"Sana, you don't understa-" You suddenly felt a chill run through your entire body. A tightening in your chest. The scent of Sana... It was familiar for a reason: she was wearing the same lilac perfume that your ex-wife used to wear. You thought you'd never smell that fragrance again.

"Is something wrong?" Sana asked, concerned.

"No, nothing," you replied.

Your voice wouldn't pass through your throat. A sudden urge to cry overwhelmed you.

"Are you sure?" She held your hand. "Your expression changed so suddenly."

"I'm just tired."

"I know you've been through a lot in recent years. So many problems... You've been terribly lonely." She touched your face. So soft... You just wanted her to continue. "You need a woman to take care of you. Someone who truly knows you and admires you, and who will never, ever leave you.”

“No. Look, Sana, you’re confusing things again. I didn’t call you here to-”

“Shh! You think too much! Just for tonight, set reason aside and feel the vibe a little.” Sana slowly slid her hand over your chest, stopping where your heart was. Then she whispered, “You realize? Your body wants it. And if I put my hand on your cock now, I’d be twice as sure of it.”

Sana sat on your lap. She kissed your cheek slowly and whispered in your ear: "touch me. Please, touch me." The words seemed to float with some kind of magic, and before you could notice, you were enchanted by her. You held Sana’s waist and brought your face closer to her neck, breathing in that fragrance that was once so familiar to you. "Kiss me", Sana said. Your lips touched her neck, kissing every inch of her delicate skin very slowly as your mind was transported to a place you missed. You heard her breathing grow heavier, then Sana started lightly kissing your earlobe while stroking your hair. The kisses turned to licks, then to nibbles, and finally, to sucking. You pressed her body against yours, overwhelmed with shivers. Sana moved her hips over your groin; you knew she was feeling the outline of your cock, enjoying driving you crazy, and, of course, adding more fuel to the fire spreading inside her.

“Lie down on the bed, baby,” she purred.

You didn’t have time to react as Sana pushed you down while staying on top of you. Viewed from above, Sana exuded a frightening confidence, and the way she guided you made it clear that this was obviously not new to her.

“I’m going to suck you now. Just lie back and relax. I’ll take care of the rest.”

You felt Sana's teasing touch as she pulled down your pants along with your underwear, her eyes shining with insatiable lust. Her warm lips enveloped your cock with hypnotizing skill, each movement of her tongue tracing paths of pure pleasure. "I’ve always wanted to taste you," she whispered, her voice laden with malice, before taking you deep into her mouth. The sensation was electrifying, and you felt every nerve in your body pulse with excitement; your extremely sensitive cock reacted intensely to each suck, lick, and kiss from Sana. You hadn't had sex in years, and even masturbation was no longer part of your life, so the intensity of the situation consumed you quickly to the point of making you explode like fireworks. "I’m gonna cum," you warned, but she just kept eye contact, Sana’s eyes challenging as she sucked harder. "Cum in my mouth, you pervert," she commanded, and you did, a hoarse moan escaping your lips. Sana swallowed all your cum, smiling mischievously as she slowly licked her lips. "Mmm, delicious," she murmured, then squeezed your cock to get every last drop left at the tip, capturing it with her tongue as it dripped, licking it like ice cream while you rolled your eyes in pleasure.

Sana didn’t give you time to catch your breath. Before reason could return to your mind, she was already sliding her lips over your body, planting wet and voracious kisses on your thighs. She asked you to take off your shirt, and so you did. Her lips reached your nipples, licking and sucking them with an almost painful intensity. "You’re going to get hard for me again, you naughty writer!" she murmured against your skin, her eyes shining with a wicked determination, her adorable face carrying a demonic facet at the same time. "I know you still have breath for me; I can see it in your eyes," she teased, her hand working skillfully on your erection, the firm and rhythmic movements quickly bringing your cock back to life. You felt the excitement growing again, unable to resist her skill.

Sana took off her shorts and turned around, getting on all fours in front of you, raising her ass invitingly, her hips swaying provocatively. "Come fuck me, I want to feel you filling me," she taunted, her voice both an invitation and a challenge. "Come on, don’t be shy now," she laughed, looking over her shoulder with a naughty smile. "You’re mine, only mine," she said, her voice laden with possession. You positioned yourself behind her, your hands firmly gripping her hips as you penetrated her forcefully. The sensation of being inside her, so warm and tight, was intoxicating. Sana moaned loudly, pushing back against you with every thrust. "Yes, harder," she begged, her voice filled with desire and need. "Fuck this tight pussy," she ordered, and you obeyed, each thrust making her moans echo through the room, the humid and hot atmosphere building to a crescendo.

Soon, you both got out of bed. Sana was being pressed against the wall by you, her hands held above her head by yours. "You're a fucking slut," you whispered in her ear, your voice a possessive growl as you penetrated her deeply and squeezed her small breasts. "And you love this, don't you?" she responded, her voice a mix of command and plea. "Come on, fuck me more," she teased, her eyes closed in pleasure. "I want you all to myself," she moaned. You lifted one of her legs, allowing an even deeper and more intense penetration. "Yeah! Like that, baby!" she moaned, the sound of skin against skin, her moans, and heavy breathing filled the room.

Finally, you returned to the bed, where Sana positioned herself on top of you. She began to sit on your cock with her back to you, her slow and sensual movements driving you crazy. "Your cock goes so deep in my pussy! Admit it, I fuck better than your ex-wife, don't I?" she teased, looking over her shoulder with a naughty smile. "You know I'm right, you're loving me so much!" You could only nod, pleasure dominating every fiber of your being. "You're mine, and only mine. You can do anything to me, I don't care," she murmured possessively. Then, she turned around and started riding you facing forward, her hands entwining with yours. "I'm going to make you cum again, you naughty boy," she promised, increasing the pace. Every movement she made was erotic, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. And she smiled at you between moans with passion and devotion, Sana was simply incredible. "Tell me I'm the best you've ever had, tell me I'm better than your ex-wife," she demanded, her eyes locked on yours. "Tell me you love me," she insisted, her voice loaded with an obsession that only made the sex more exciting.

The tension was growing, the arousal becoming unbearable, and you could feel the climax approaching rapidly. "I can't take it anymore," you panted, but Sana just smiled wickedly. "You can cum inside me if you want. I'm all yours!" she whispered, her eyes gleaming with desire. With a sudden realization, you stood up and pulled her, laying Sana on her back on the bed (the last thing you wanted right now was to get a fan pregnant). Your sweaty and trembling body positioned above her. "Come on, fuck me more! Don't stop now, love," she taunted, her eyes locked on yours, her voice laden with desire and possession. "You're making your woman so happy, did you know that?" she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure.

You penetrated her again, the movements intense and fast. Your moans intensified, the bed creaking softly as you fucked Sana with renewed ferocity. The pleasure was palpable, an electric current between you. You felt every muscle in your body tense, the climax inevitable. "Come on, fill me with your cum," she moaned, her voice laden with lust and desperation.

"Cum for me, please!" she moaned, her eyes locked on yours with passionate intensity. With one final, powerful movement, you withdrew from her, feeling your body pulse with pleasure. You quickly started to masturbate, your fingers moving frantically along your cock as the pleasure built up. "Yes, cum on my belly, make a mess on it," she encouraged, her gaze fixed on yours with insatiable hunger. Finally, you exploded, spraying your hot cum on her belly, each spurt accompanied by a hoarse moan of relief and ecstasy. “Cum more, baby! Give me all that milk! Yes! Yes! Mmmm, so warm, baby.” The hot liquid covered Sana's sweaty skin, and you rubbed the head of your cock on her thigh... soft as hell.

Sana smiled, satisfied, her eyes shining with a sickly love that at that moment even seemed logical to you. She was irresistible; that was the problem. Before you could see it, you were on top of her, planting kisses on Sana's lips while her fingers traced circles on your chest, somehow still connected by the moment of pure lust. "You are mine, and I will make you feel that every time," she whispered, her eyes still shining with desire. "See? We were made for each other. This is love, dear," she murmured, making it clear that this wouldn't be the last time she claimed you so intensely. "I’m going to get you addicted to me, my little writer," she promised, making the moment even more erotic and suffocating.

Still gasping for breath, you gazed at each other, bodies pressed together, sweat mingling between you. Without a word, you leaned in and kissed Sana with overwhelming passion, your tongues meeting with deep desire. Sana responded with equal fervor, her hands tracing lines of fire across your body wherever they touched. "You taste so good," she murmured between kisses, her fingers gripping your muscles, pulling you closer still. "It's just like I dreamed it would be."

Your lips trailed down her neck, nibbling and sucking on delicate skin as she softly moaned in your ear. "I love you… Don't leave me, please," she pleaded, struggling to suppress a compulsive urge to cry in your arms. Your bodies moved in perfect sync. Your hands slid down her back, firmly holding her waist as she rubbed her body against yours, sparking renewed excitement.

You rolled on the bed, bodies intertwined, exploring every inch of each other's skin. "You're mine," she repeated, her voice laden with possessive desire, her hands roaming your chest, her lips never far from yours for long. Every kiss, every touch, carried an almost unbearable intensity, a need to reaffirm the delicate connection that had formed between you.

Finally, the two of you settled down, still kissing, the caresses becoming gentler but no less passionate. "I want you more than anything," she murmured against your lips, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on your chest. "You don't need to speak right now. I accept all this silence, for now. I know you're processing what just happened, but understand that I will make you want only me… You'll see," she asserted, her gaze meeting yours, making it clear that the promise of pleasure and possession wouldn't end there.

You woke up in a silence too good to be true. Terribly calm and comfortable. Of course, because you were not alone. That girl, Sana, sleeping peacefully like an angel on your chest. She had a serene and innocent expression, very different from the girl you saw last night. You got up slowly, being careful not to wake her.

What the fuck!!

You checked your phone and saw that it was already past noon. You had slept through the entire morning and missed breakfast with Jessie, where she was supposed to give you the details of your participation in a YouTube literature channel. Several missed calls from Jessie and your literary agent. Damn, you also missed the meeting with your literary agent.

Failing again. You were letting people down, and that's how everything started to go downhill in your life. ‘I’m a Best-Selling author, these things don’t affect me.’ Your arrogance was part of your downfall.

You looked at Sana, she was still sleeping.

And it's all her fault...

No, you were just blaming someone else again. You thought you had set the alarm on your phone but it was on silent mode. Weird as hell. You never leave your phone on silent.

Ah, screw it all! You went to take a shower; it would certainly help clear your mind. Then when you came out of the bathroom, Sana was sitting on the bed.

“Good morning, baby,” she said. “Come here!” Sana extended her arms, expecting you to go to her.

“You need to go now,” you said curtly.

It was time to end this once and for all.

“Sorry, I don’t understand.”

“Now! What we had was a mistake, Sana.” You took a deep breath. No point in getting stressed now. “I can call a car for you if you want.”

She looked at you, confused.

“What do you mean by ‘a mistake’? Wasn’t what we had special to you?”

“It meant nothing, Sana. I lost my mind at that moment.”

She got up from the bed, deeply irritated.

“I thought I knew everything about you, but I guess I was wrong! Yeah, even I can be wrong sometimes... Do you do this to all the girls who are your fans? Take them to bed and then discard them like trash?”

“I never slept with a fan! This was the first and last time.”

“Don’t do this to me!” she shouted, pointing her finger in your face. “You can’t use me like a toy, I’m warning you, this will have consequences!”

“It was you who came knocking on my door, Sana! Look… just forget it, okay? If I misled you, I apologize. I was a jerk. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“You don’t understand. Damn it, you don’t understand… You are the reason I live! I waited so long for this, waited so long to find you… I thought I did everything right… How can you do this to me?” Sana asked, her voice breaking.

“Don’t do this to yourself, Sana.” you tried to comfort her with a hand on her shoulder. “Take a shower, eat something. You’ll feel better. And go home, please.”

“You can’t do this to me,” tears were in her eyes. “I did everything for you, you know? Everything, you bastard!”

You were caught off guard by a slap. The sound echoed loudly in the room.

“What the hell is your problem?” you asked, more incredulous than angry.

She walked past you and went to the door.

“I swear to God, this isn’t the last time you’ll see me. You’re mine, understand? I’ll forgive you this time because I still feel that affection you showed me last night. I know it was real! I’ll try not to think about what happened now.”

“Hmm, okay.” you said, relieved. “That’s great.”

In a few hours, you’d be flying back to your city and, obviously, would never see her again.

“You don’t mess with a woman’s feelings like this, you know? You hurt me here, but I forgive you because I love you, okay?” she was silent for a few moments, perhaps waiting for you to return those words or apologize. But you stayed silent. “I love you more than my life, and I will fight for our love. And next time... you won’t be able to escape me.”

She closed the door.

“Fuck, finally!”

The words she said during sex… they weren’t just dirty talk to turn you on… she really meant them.

You went to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. To your dismay, Sana’s hand was marked on your face.

"Wow! You must have been incredibly tired!" Jessie said to you as you met at the airport.

"I'm really sorry for missing breakfast and lunch. I promise it won't happen again."

"It's all right. You were a hit yesterday; the boss and I will give you a pass. By the way, you talked to him, right?"

"Yes. Everything's sorted out."

"He's really freaking happy about the new baby, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is!"

"So, I'll give you the details of the interview during the flight. Hmm, did you eat anything?"

"Burger and fries."

"You need to eat better. You can't just eat that kind of stuff. When your schedule gets really busy, you won't want to get sick." She warned, and you couldn't help but find it funny that a 20-year-old girl was acting like your nanny. "Lunch was great, sir. You really missed the best part of the day."

"You must have waited for me a long time, huh? I feel terrible about it."

"Oh, of course not. After you texted me saying you weren't coming to lunch, I went ahead and ate alone!"

"What?"

"Hmm?"

"The message. I didn't text you."

"You literally sent me a message saying you were exhausted and would keep sleeping. You must have been half-asleep when you typed it and forgot."

You took your phone out of your pocket, completely desperate. You opened the chat with Jessie and there it was: 'I'm more tired than I thought, not coming to lunch. Oh, and the meeting is postponed too. Sorry!!'

Fuck...

You felt a chill in your stomach. Sana had sent that damn message. How the hell did she know your phone's password? The most plausible answer was that she used your fingerprint to unlock the phone while you were sleeping. That girl was really sick.

"Are you okay?" Jessie asked.

"Yes, sure! It's nothing."

It wasn't worth mentioning to Jessie that Sana had sent the message; you would have to explain everything to her, and the whole story was embarrassing and weird. When it came to revealing that you slept with a young woman just because she wore the same perfume as your ex-wife (there were other things besides the perfume, but mentioning the rest would only worsen your image), you would have no credibility left and would certainly be considered a disturbed person by Jessie.

The best thing to do was to forget everything that happened yesterday, except for the book launch, and then move on with your life. You were going to 'take a vacation' soon, so this series of bizarre events would soon fade from your mind… Thank God!

Later on the plane, you were looking for some photos of the book launch to send to your sponsor, the guy who was helping you avoid alcohol relapses. He was a good man and would surely be happy to know that your return to literature had been successful. You were scrolling through the photos taken last night when one of them caught your attention. In fact, it scared the hell out of you. You kept scrolling through the gallery, and the photos seemed endless, many in a row that looked very similar to each other. You almost dropped your phone on the floor.

You quickly turned off your phone screen and looked at the seat next to you. Fortunately, Jessie was sound asleep.

You turned your phone screen back on and opened one of the photos, analyzing it for a few seconds. It seemed unreal. It was as if the surprises never ended. While you were sleeping, Sana had stealthily taken your phone to snap all this photos. It was conclusive proof that she had indeed violated your privacy, perhaps thinking the would be a special memento of that night.

But

In reality

It was a reminder of a terrible mistake you made.

To be continued...

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johnnyraine · 3 years ago

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Male Reader Smut Drabbles

*based on nsfwmaemi's list

How it works:

Go to “Random.org”.

Click on “Lists & More” and then “Lists Randomised”.

Enter Names.

Use the first 10 to find out who will be written.

Words: 947

2nd of February, 2022

This' Pseudo-Sequel - Male Reader Smut Microfics

XXX

~1. Missionary - Kang Sae-byeok~

Given a moment alone, you both were undressed and on the couch in an instant.

“Sorry if I’m rushing,” You say chuckling as you’re leaning over her, cock at her entrance.

“Shut it,” Sae-byeok says with a small blush.

Sae-byeok moans as you enter her.

“Y/n.” Her moans fill your ears as you thrust into her.

Your tongues swirl around each other as you give in to the moment. Her nails digging into your back somehow feeling pleasurable.

Your hand drifts between down to rub her clit, eliciting deep moans caught in your kiss.

~2. Doggystyle - Wèi Wúxiàn/Wèi Yīng~

Any thoughts of how your talk turned into sex were thrown away as you watched Wèi Yīng’s ass jiggle with each thrust.

Your fingers dig into his hips as he calls out, “Y/n, right there! Ah!”

Wèi Yīng lost strength in his arms and let himself lay with his ass up, moaning out into the cave as your cock slammed into him.

Slamming into him once more, you came deep in Wèi Yīng as he let out a loud and came. You both collapsed, laying on the cold cave floor, exhausted and soon asleep.

~3. Cowboy - So Kiyoi~

“Take it slowly, Kiyoi,” You say, seeing his look of discomfort.

Hearing that however, he got a look in his eyes and put his hands on your chest, leaning closer to your face as he sped up. His tight hole slid up and down your pole, leaving you gripping his hips and moaning.

Seeing his lips twitch into a smirk, you grab his member stroke him until he’s moaning.

Your foreheads touching, moaning together as you stare into each other's eyes, you two cum.

~4. 69 - Kazunari Hira~

Swirling your tongue around Hira’s cock, you expected your shy boyfriend to continue to lick your cock and maybe jerk you off, but you were surprised as he took you into his warm mouth.

Moaning, you felt his hips jerk but you held him down and continued bobbing your head.

Despite his inexperience, Hira was quick to try things out and when he lick your slit, you shivered with surprising pleasure. He played with your balls as he bobbed his head in tandem with you and due to your own moans, you both exploded into each other's mouths.

~5. Rough Sex - Suguru Niragi~

“Fuck!” Niragi moaned, the pillow doing little to muffle him as you rammed into him.

“What was that Niragi, I couldn’t hear you?” You say cocky.

The glare he gave you disappeared as he scrunched his eyes closed when you hit his spot.

“F-fuck you.” His mouth open, moaning against the bed as you held his neck down.

Gripping his hair, you pull his head up, not stopping your thrusts.

“Ah ah ah,” Niragi moaned out, his neighbors likely hearing him.

Pistoning in and out of his ass, you feel as Niragi clenches around before he cums on his bed.

~6. Frotting - Shuntaro Chishiya~

With each other's cocks in your hand, you and Chishiya were exploring your mouths as you stroked your cocks.

Grabbing his hair in your other hand, you pull his head back; kissing and nipping at his neck.

“Ahh,” Chishiya moaned, thrusting into your hand.

He grabbed onto your hair as you licked a bite mark you left.

Feeling your throbbing members, you bit the base of Chishiya’s neck getting a strained grunt as he came and his warm cum slicked your hand. Letting go of his hair, you kiss him, moaning into his mouth as you came.

~7. Deepthroat - J.D.~

Groaning as J.D. hummed around your cock, you felt him tap the go-ahead on your thighs. You pull back, giving him a sec before slowly thrusting in and out of his throat.

Within a few moments, you were leaning over him, hands in his hair as you tried to stretch your pleasure out, but looking J.D. in the eyes told you he wouldn’t let that happen, and he started bobbing his head up and down your cock, never losing eye contact.

“Ah… fuck, J.D.,” You groaned before letting out a moan and cumming down your boyfriend’s throat.

~8. Pearly Gates - Margaery Tyrell~

Thrusting into the soon to be Queen as you lean over her, your breaths heavy.

“I’m gonna cum,” You say, kissing Margaery.

“Not inside,” She steadily said, a hard look in her eyes.

Despite her walls clenching around you, you weren’t completely lost in your pleasure. Slamming into her just to see her look stutter, you quickly pull out before jerking yourself to completion on her lips.

“It’s not inside,” You say with a cocky grin.

You suddenly feel a growing dread as she stares at you with a raised brow.

~9. Stand and Carry - Peter Parker~

Despite the difference in strength, you’re certainly happy to learn that you’re strong enough to carry your boyfriend as you bounce him on your cock, all while hearing him moan out your name.

Unfortunately, your arms quickly began to give and you moved to the wall.

Peter let out a small grunt next to your ear as his back hit the wall.

“Sorry,” You say, breathless. “You are okay, Pete?”

Nodding with scrunched eyes, “Yeah, just… ah… don’t stop, I’m close.”

With that, you hammered into him, and soon after feeling him tighten around you, you both came.

~10. Spooning - Wēn Qíng~

After a long day, laying down is good, but sex while laying down is even better. That’s your logic anyway, as you kiss Wēn Qíng’s neck and cup her breast in your hand.

“Aren’t you feeling better?” You say, thrusting into her as her soft breathes fill in the silence.

Instead of answering, she turns her head and captures your lips with hers, biting and sucking your bottom lip as your moans join hers.

As your hand drifts from her breast downward, you couldn’t help but think, ‘It seems it was a good idea.’

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norabrice1701 · 3 years ago

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Swordplay

Series Master List - Complete

A Fencer!Zemo x Fem!Reader AU Series

Extended Summary: You still don't know exactly why your sister gave you six months of fencing lessons. Just because her neighbor was an instructor at The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Fencing Academy didn't mean that you needed a gift certificate. But that's how you meet the so-called Baron of Fencing, a disgraced Olympian whose royal title isn't just media bestowed. As your lessons progress, you can't deny that the man catches your attention, then your eye, and soon much more.

What was it Sam had said? That others just wanted to reform him or save him, or challenge him. But what if you just want Baron Helmut Zemo for himself…?

Featuring: Fencer!Bucky x Steve Rogers, Fencer!Sam, glimpses of Fencer!Sharon

Story Warnings: Explicit 18+ NSFW smut (including knife (sabre) play, insertive play, edgeplay, poorly-negotiated kink, unprotected sex (no stated use of contraception), dom!Male & sub!Female, frottage, discipline (spanking), praise kink), masturbation, smoking, creative liberty with a sabre weapon, fencing terminology, canon Zemo family history, eventual Christmastime setting

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Series Word Count: 39k+

A/N: This fic is entirely born of this post from the brilliant & talented @mypoisonedvine who has been so gracious to let me play around with it. Thank you for your support, J.D. - it means so much!

@raniiaaa has been so gracious to beta this tale, and she deserves all the love for continuing to put up with my overthinking!

Thanks, friends 😊

Tag List: @everythingbeginsineternity-blog @mischief-rcs @lilith-blackrose @httpmedxsa @glimmering-darling-dolly

#zemo #zemo x reader #zemo x you #helmut zemo fanfiction #helmut zemo #helmut zemo x you #helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo x you #baron zemo x reader #daniel brühl x you #daniel brühl #daniel brühl x reader #swordplay #fencer!zemo #tfatws

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agaypanic · 1 year ago

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My Request Rules + Character List

My inbox is currently CLOSED for requests

Masterlist | AO3 | Ko-fi | Spotify | Character.ai

If you’d like to be notified about future works, you can send me an ask or comment saying what characters/fandoms you want to be notified for and I’ll add you to the tag list for it!

RULES

Please only request through my ask box! Requesting through my messages will be ignored/deleted

I only write x readers, no character x character

If there’s a character that I’ve written for that’s no longer on this list, please don’t request something with that character. The list is always up to date so if they’re not on the list anymore, I no longer write for them

If my inbox is closed for requests, do not send me a request. if i get a request while my inbox is closed, the request gets deleted without any notice. if you try to send the request again while i'm not accepting anything, you will be blocked

If not specified, the reader will be fem/afab! Exceptions are pronoun usage in the request (referring to reader as “they”, “he”, etc) and canon sexuality of the character the reader’s being paired with (if the character’s a gay guy, the reader will be male)

I have the right to not want to fulfill a request that makes me uncomfortable in any way (i rarely reject requests, but some people are weird)

I WILL NOT WRITE

incest

throuples/threesomes that involve siblings

someone explicitly having an ED

someone dealing with SH

a scenario involving hospitalization or crazy/freak accidents

major character death (unless the character is an asshole/antagonist)

I'm not comfortable with writing about these topics, so any requests with them will be deleted without any notice and i will block you. (if you have an idea for a request but don't know if i'd accept it, ask me how i feel about the specific scenario. if im ok with it then you can send in the full request. if im not ok with it, ill add it to my will not write list)

CHARACTER LIST

the number next to a character's name indicates how many works i have for that character. red means it's a request, green means it's a non-requested work. these numbers are always up to date. pls be considerate of how many requests/works a character has before you request them

Total requests in inbox: 23

Malcolm in the Middle

Malcolm Wilkerson (2)

Reese Wilkerson (5)

That 70s Show

Steven Hyde

Eric Forman

Michael Kelso

Derry Girls

James Maguire

Clare Devlin

Michelle Mallon

My Babysitter’s A Vampire

Benny Weir (7) (1)

Rory Keaner (2) (1)

Ethan Morgan (1)

iZombie

Ravi Chakrabarti

Liv Moore

Lab Rats

Chase Davenport (2)

Leo Dooley

Bree Davenport

Adam Davenport

Five Nights at Freddy's

Mike Schmidt

The Santa Clause

Bernard the Elf

Twilight

Charlie Swan

Carlisle Cullen

Emmett Cullen (1)

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley (1)

Saltburn

Felix Catton

Oliver Quick

Farleigh Start

Ghostbusters

Ray Stantz

Egon Spengler (2)

Mean Girls

Regina George

Heathers

J.D.

Veronica Sawyer

Pitch Perfect

Bumper Allen

Beca Mitchell

The End of the F***ing World

James

Alyssa Foley

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respectingromance · 5 years ago

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So you’d like to try romance

If you’re interested in reading romance or would just like to know a bit more about the genre by reading books instead of going off of whatever nonsense you’ve heard about it, here’s a list grouped by arbitrary categories that I made up as I went.

“I have a shelf of chick lit, but I just don’t know where to start with those books.”

Congrats! If you read “chick lit,” then you’ve probably already read romance because the generally agreed upon definition of a romance novel is a story that 1. centers on a love story and 2. has an emotionally satisfying ending. Lots of chick lit fits those two rules. It’s all just marketing.

Bet Me by Jennifer Crusie

Roomies by Christina Lauren

The Wedding Date by Jasmine Guillory

The Hating Game by Sally Thorne

Pretty much anything with a colorful illustrated cover featuring two people: Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston; Get a Life, Chloe Brown by Talia Hibbert; No Judgments by Meg Cabot; etc.

“I have a shelf of historical fiction and historical romance is such a natural fit for me it’s really a wonder that I haven’t read any of it yet.”

Three Weeks with Lady X by Eloisa James

Diary of an Accidental Wallflower by Jennifer McQuiston

A Lady by Midnight by Tessa Dare

One Night in London by Caroline Linden

The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie by Jennifer Ashley

“Listen, if I’m going to read romance, I want to read the classics.”

I’m listing the classics that I like because it’s my list.

Devil in Winter by Lisa Kleypas (2006)

Gentle Rogue by Johanna Lindsey (1990)

Romancing Mister Bridgerton by Julia Quinn (2002)

Mackenzie’s Mountain by Linda Howard (1989)

Flowers from the Storm by Laura Kinsale (1992)

Ransom by Julie Garwood (1999)

It Had to Be You by Susan Elizabeth Phillips (1994)

Lord of Scoundrels by Loretta Chase (1995)

Sea Swept by Nora Roberts (1998), Vision in White by Nora Roberts (2009), anything you want by Nora Roberts, including Naked in Death by J.D. Robb (who is Nora Roberts) (1995)

“You’re giving me too much REALITY. Where’s the fantasy?!”

Bitten by Kelley Armstrong

Slave to Sensation by Nalini Singh

The Magpie Lord by K.J. Charles

Dark Lover by J.R. Ward

No Rest for the Wicked by Kresley Cole

“No, no, no, that’s all too far-fetched for me. I want to read about things that could really happen.”

Hard Hitter by Sarina Bowen

Something About You by Julie James

Act Like It by Lucy Parker

“No! I’ve spent years hearing about all the weird stuff in romance novels! Give me your wildest shenanigans or give me nothing!”

Warrior’s Woman and Keeper of the Heart by Johanna Lindsey (Actually, just read any old-school Lindsey.)

The Red Hot Cajun by Sandra Hill

I listed Dark Lover by J.R. Ward above. Keep reading the Black Dagger Brotherhood series if you want to go from the shallow end to the deep end and beyond.

Iron Cowboy by Diana Palmer -- or just read this review on Smart Bitches Trashy Books.

Pregnesia by Carla Cassidy -- or just read this review on Smart Bitches Trashy Books.

“Okay, now I’m really pissed off because I knew romance had a ‘diversity problem’ and you didn’t include enough writers of color or diverse characters or people who aren’t straight for me.”

The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang

Wrong to Need You by Alisha Rai

A Duke by Default by Alyssa Cole

Forbidden by Beverly Jenkins

A Bollywood Affair by Sonali Dev

Rafe: A Buff Male Nanny by Rebekah Weatherspoon

A Seditious Affair by K.J. Charles

Trade Me by Courtney Milan

The Ruin of a Rake by Cat Sebastian

“I’m a dedicated romance reader, you didn’t include my favorite author or favorite book, and now I’m annoyed.”

Slightly Dangerous by Mary Balogh

Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake by Sarah MacLean

A Knight in Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux

The Secret History of the Pink Carnation by Lauren Willig

Irresistible Forces by Brenda Jackson

Waking Up with the Duke by Lorraine Heath

Lucky in Love by Jill Shalvis

Beard Science by Penny Reid

Ravishing the Heiress by Sherry Thomas

The Duke of Shadows by Meredith Duran

Virgin River by Robyn Carr

Motorcycle Man by Kristen Ashley

Long Shot by Kennedy Ryan

Look, just imagine I included your favorite here, okay?

“Wait, I know of some pretty big novelists who aren’t on this list. Why aren’t you recommending them?”

Nicholas Sparks is a jerk about the romance genre, even though romance readers are the reason he’s rich. Screw him.

Same for Diana Gabaldon.

Danielle Steele doesn’t write romance novels.

Everyone knows about Jane Austen.

Georgette Heyer was an anti-Semitic trash person.

That about covers it. Happy reading!

#romance novels #long post #sorry if you're on mobile and the break didn't work #I considered linking each book to a buying source #but it would have taken forever #and doing this made my eyes tired #so some things you'll need to do for yourself okay?

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livelovelaug-h · 5 years ago

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"My karma" ep rewrite

well part of do rewrite- part 2 of "my fruit cups"

Cox x reader

Summary: Imagine breaking up with Dr. Cox.

A/n: the next story I come out with won't be related to this story but it will be a requested (Cox x male) reader I'm excited to write it! Will be out in a few days.

Things have been going pretty great for you and Perry.

You and Perry got a little tipsy leaving you guys laughing for hours. "I mean it was hilarious." He said laughing.

"I remember when I was in highschool and my one teacher was behind me, I ended up slipping on someone's backpack. Haha it was funny but embarrassing."

"Oh yeah I've fallen at school way too many times too hahah."

It was a perfect way to end the night. X

~~~

Nurses station~

You walked over with a huge smile on your face. Carla asked: "Oh, why are you so smiley today? That excited for work?"

"I just feel so warm and happy when I'm with perry. I think he's the one. He gets me you know. It's great." You couldn't wipe the smile off.

"That's great sweetie I'm so happy for you guys. You guys make a great couple."

It's funny how you can be good with a person one day….

"Thank you." He really did melt your heart. You just couldn't wait for the next time you ran into him in the hallway. Sometimes you guys would sneak into the medicine room, where you mostly made out but you did talk. Sometimes.

~~~

And have that change in a whole other day...

The more Jordan got to her due date the more Perry pulled away from you.

You were alone in Cox's bed when you looked over at the clock, it read: 3:00 am. Cox wasn't home and he was off work at 9:00 pm….

2 months later -

"Hey have any of you seen Dr. Cox around?"

"Yeah well Jordan's water broke so he was getting her one of the suites."

"Jd!!" Carla said to him.

"No it's fine. Thank you for telling me JD."

Later you saw Perry doing some paperwork so you went over to talk to him. You had put on some makeup in the bathroom, since you've been feeling a little self conscious. Perry hasn't been talking to much and he was barely home. "Hey Perr, how's Jordan?"

"She's doing good." He was avoiding eye contact.

"That's good. How does she like her suite?"

"Well I didn't get it… yet, because someone else is in there."

"Oh. Hopefully soon. Hey I was wondering do you want to grab some lunch or dinner together in the cafe since we'll both be here."

"Um yeah sure let's do lunch just in case Jordan gives birth around dinner."

That was like a punch to the stomach. Why did it matter if he was there when it's not even his baby? "..Okay" you whispered but he didn't even seem to hear it as he walked away.

Dr. Cox leaves Jordan's room. ''Hey, Girl's Name!" He shouts to JD.

"What?"

Dr. Cox: "Gimme a break -- I got a lot on my mind, Ellen! Ooh! Look at that! I bounced back! A-hey-anyway, the cave bat just kicked me out of its lair, and seeing as I no longer have my all-access pass to crazy town, I'm going to need you to occasionally go in there and poke her with a broomstick, just to see how she's doing."

"Dr. Cox---"

"Uh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh! Please! Just...check on her, 'kay? All right." He doesn't really wait for an agreement from J.D. before walking down the hall.

[calling after cox] "But what if she has the baby while I'm in there?"

~~~~~~~

Fantasy Sequence:

The Birthing Suite

J.D. stands nervously by as Jordan delivers.

Jordan: AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH

Dr. Donna: Here it comes!

J.D. looks over Dr. Donna's shoulder at what has emerged from Jordan. "What the hell is that?"

Dr. Donna [to the baby] ''Goo-goo, ga-ga! Ga-ga, goo-goo! Goo-goo! Gee-gee! Agh!''

With other-worldly squeals, the slimy monster leaps from Dr. Donna's arms & latches on to J.D.'s throat.

"AAAGGGHHH!! GAH! Oh, somebody get it off!!!!!!" Jd yelled.

~~~

Carla is doing some organizational work. Dr. Cox stands in the doorway talking to her. "So, now...why'd you finally agree to marry Gandhi?" He asked her.

Carla: Well, he's amazing in bed...and he has an awesome CD collection.

"Seriously, what got you to the point where you weren't scared anymore?"

"Please! I'm still terrified! I mean, good luck finding a pen cap at the nurses' station. Know why?"

Dr. Cox: Why?

"Ate 'em all."

Dr. Cox: Sounds like good roughage to me.

"What do you do when you get scared?"

Dr. Cox: Run away, get a divorce, drink alone.... You know, the classics. The thing is that, this time, I am killing myself for this woman, and I'm still getting my ass handed to me.

"There is no Shangri-La, you know? Every relationship is messed up. What makes it perfect is if you still want to be there when things really suck."

Dr. Cox: Yeah, well, I'm not so sure.

"It'll come to you. But what you have to do is choose either you're with Jordan or Y/n. You can't have both. And you're not being too fair to y/n these days. "

~~~~

You got your lunch at the Cafeteria & sat down waiting for Perry. You waited a little bit to eat so you guys could eat together but, 10 mins later you gave in and ate, you were starving. 10 mins later: "Hey y/n"

"Hey jd. What's up?"

"Nothing much today is just not one of the good days."

"Your telling me."

"Hey do you believe in karma?" He asks you. You thought about it for awhile. 10 more mins later and Perry didn't show up.

You stood up grabbing your tray. "To answer your question, yeah. I do believe in karma."

~~~

Call me new agey, but I think karma's a powerful force.

You were walking out of the building thinking about what JD said about karma.

Because I honestly believe, if you've got some bad karma coming your way, well…

Dr Cox was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. When you seen him you scoffed and tried to walk around him but he lightly grabbed your arm: "Hey can we talk?"

… You can't hide from it.

"About what?"

"About us.. look I'm sorry I haven't been around much I really am, but I just I need to be there for her."

"Got that loud and clear."

"That doesn't mean I don't like you, it just isn't a good time right now for us to be dating."

".... Okay." And instantly your world was shattering. You literally couldn't breath.

"I'm sorry. I know I messed up something great because…Well I don't think I deserve you."

"But you do." You whispered almost sounding too broken. Now what?

"I'm sorry."

You were in shock.

Karma's really just about doing the right thing.

"Me too."

~~At the bar~

1:50

"hey is there someone I can call. We're closing?"

"what no stay and ppartyyy." You said you were totally wasted. you gave the guy your phone and told him one name.

He walked in and seen all of your cups.

"y/n?"

"JD!!! heeeey come have a drink."

"we can't there closing. Come on let's go home."

"Less go skinny dippin'!!" You said slurred.

This is not good. It's gonna be a long night. It's always hard seeing one of your friends going through a tuff time.....

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villainqueen · 5 years ago

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The Marriage of Heaven and Hell - Chapter 1

Yo! 1st real chapter out. Hope you like it. Like always I’m no native english speaker, please be kind :D

V X Fem!Reader fanfiction, set after the events of Devil may Cry 5.

Prologue // Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

Ao3 [Link]

Chapter 1

The busy bee has no time for sorrow

July 31st 3:00 pm

“Hey Nero, where are my ciggs?”

“Hell, as if I know, Nico!” It was a usual day on the road for the mobile branch of the devil hunting service called Devil May Cry. The music in the van was loud and the driving bumpy as ever, thanks to the driving ability of the young weapon artist Nicoletta Goldstein in the drivers seat and the bickering between the two partners was lively.

“Oh, here they are!” Nico sighed in relief as she found what she was so desperately craving for so she quickly, without paying the traffic any attention, reached over to the open glove box.

“Can you please watch the road while you’re driving!”

“Can you please stop bein’ a little bitch?” This type of conversation was the norm between the two. Nero however had no problems with the admittedly capable woman beside him, just sometimes in moments like these he wished he could just throw her out of the car. Regardless of that they made for a good team and Nero knew that Nico’s work was worth putting up with her bad habits.

“What are you so stressed about anyway Nero? The job went fine, you should relax a bit, or ask Kyrie to help you out with that” Nico grinned as she leaned over to him so he could light up her cigarette.

“Haha, very funny, Nico.”

“After what Kyrie told me… you shouldn't take that as a joke.”

Now Nero’s voice changed from an unamused slightly sarcastic tone to mild panic: “Wait what? Did she mention anything to you?”

“Who knows, Romeo, who knows…”

“Whatever the job was shit, not even good enough to pay for–” Riiiing Before Nero could finish complaining the loud obnoxious noise of the phone interrupted him.

“Oh, as if someone could read your mind, sounds like we got a little more work to do.”

“You don’t know that yet…” huffed the young devil hunter as he picked up the phone: “Devil may cry…”

“Hello there, it’s me Dante your favorite-”

“Why are you back?”

“Well, nice day to you too, I was over a month away and that’s how you greet me, how cold.” Nero couldn’t help but look annoyed, of course he was glad Dante was back, not that he ever doubting the return of his uncle but he hadn’t forget what happened during that last couple of months. Truth be told, Nero had forgiven Dante but was not one to admit that. Therefore, the cold treatment it was.

“Hey hey, Nero, who’s that?” Nico chimed in while blowing smoke in his face.

“Just Dante…”

“Just? Gimme the phone, let me talk to him!” With excitement, Nico tried to snatch the phone out of Nero’s hand however his reflexes proved again to be the superior ones, she stood no chance. No wonder why Nero did the work at the front. He was the body of the operations after all and Nico was content with being the brain, something most devil hunters in the business seems to lack in her opinion, at least the male ones she knew. Otherwise they would all appreciate her genius and skill.

“Nico just shut up, you can fangirl later!” said Nero as he tried to wrestle away from her and returned to the phone call: “Okay Dante, what’s going on?“

“So, I’m back from hell, quite literally, for a day now and thought I give you a call, you know, to let you know that I’m still alive and well-”

“And Vergil, is he fine too? I still have his book I want to return to him.”

“Yes yes, your old man, that guy is fine but well he is not one for staying around, you know… But you should bring the book with you when you stop by.”

“Stop by? Why…”

“Ah yeah, Morrison offered a job, only the girls are out and I’m back from hell, so I think I deserve a damn day off. I decided to be generous and just pass that on to you.”

“You’re simply making me do your work, am I right?” Nero furrowed his brows, one day he gets called dead weight, the next he’s the one doing Dante’s unwanted workload, lucky him…

“Nero, it’s not like you’re not getting paid for it and so far, the client offered good money and with that I mean really, really great payment. So, be a good kid and stop by will ya?”

“Okay okay….”

“Good and don’t forget the book.”

“Whatever!” With that he hung up. Not really sure what he should make of it. Dante just comes back, calls nonchalantly and it’s back to the usual business as if nothing happened.

“Care to share what he said?” asked Nico with a curious twinkle in her eyes.

“Guess we got another job offer.” answered Nero, still unsure what to make of it. “But let’s hear about it first before we take it.”

“Nah idiot! You said it yourself, we need money, the car doesn’t drive with only water and my good will, okay? You goin’ smackin’ some demons!” lectured Nico him with grin on her face that made Nero almost uncomfortable.

“Yeah yeah, whatever…”

Nero didn’t want to admit it but her logic was sound. After they cleared up all remnant demons in Red Grave City, the last month was a quiet one and the last thing he wanted was that Kyrie getting sleepless nights over money problems.

“Nico?”

“Hm?”

“You know, I hate it when you’re right…”

“Well, tough luck. Get used to it.”

July 30th 11:00 pm

The lights of the Devil May Cry office turned on as two men made their way inside.

“Home sweet home!” yelled Dante as he threw his weapon to the side and took a seat at his desk. “Seems like Trish isn’t here so V you can make yourself at home, if you want. You like Pizza? I feel like ordering something.” The other man followed behind him much slower with his weight supported on his trusty cane. Carefully taking a seat on one of the leather couches.

“I have to decline that offer.”

“You know V, now that you’re a normal everyday human you do have to eat, they’re also delivering pasta if that’s more your thing. I will just judge you a bit for that.” That didn’t get much more of a reaction out of that, in black leather clad, man. However, on one hand Dante was not so far off. It took a bit to fully process it, but V was now a human, not Vergil’s human part anymore and not a half demon, just a human. But he felt weak, weaker than ever before. A feeling he did not like. Even though his tattoos remained, was he still able to summon any of his familiars? Without them, he felt completely powerless. He did desire to exist but what was he going to do now? He had nothing, no reason, no motivation, no power. His train of thought was quickly stopped by the noise of the heavy front door as another man walked in, the broker J.D. Morrison.

“I knew you’d come back and here I am stopping by and you’re here like you’ve never left. Always good to see you, old friend.” He said as he made his way over to Dante. “And as I can see, you brought our last client with you.”

“Yeah, we’re back but what brings you here at this hour?”

“Well, I hoped the Ladies were already back, I’ve got a new job at hand, a promising one and the pay is unusual good.” Morrison declared with a smile since he knew, if great pay was mentioned, Dante would be all ears.

“Tell me about it.” Dante was tired and hungry, regardless he knew Morrison wouldn’t come by that late if there wasn’t something to gain for them, so he was more than simply interested. V on the other hand was too sunken in his own thoughts and not one bit invested in Dante’s business. He had no part in it, yet nowhere to go and for the first in a long time, he felt alone.

“Great, listen up Dante, this job comes from the higher ups and with that I mean the church. Yes, you understood me right here, the church! They’re quietly recruiting mercenaries and demon hunters for something big. All in secret, a bit fishy if you ask me, especially with the high payment they offer but they can afford that I suppose.”

“Why would they hire guys from the outside? I thought they got people for such things? Okay, now that I think about it I doubt I have ever seen priests roundhouse-kicking demons yet. On one thing I’ll agree with you, that job it does sound a bit fishy. They would trust anyone with a gun to smack demons for them?” joked Dante with a somewhat questioning expression. The information could be nothing out of the ordinary as he doesn’t have much to work with here. Regardless his guts are telling him; something does not feel right. That also could be the hunger though.

“The job is basically about this castle in the mountains-” started Morrison but was quickly interrupted by a groaning Dante: “Why does it always have to be a castle?”

“Will you let me finish? So where was I, ah yes, this castle. It’s pretty cut off from the outside world since like a really long damn time by some magical barrier or something. And all of the sudden the barrier is gone and demons swarming the castle. The church wants people to get rid of the demons and retrieve any old artifacts or interesting stuff that was left inside.”

“All of them? That is a bit broad and wouldn’t the risk that some everyday gunman sacks some treasures in for himself, sounds not genuine. ”

“I’ve gotta agree with you on that Dante. I’d almost say the church doesn’t really care for artifacts and got something specific in mind.”

Dante took a moment to piece that together. He knew how suspicious churches could be but this mystery tickled his scooby-sense. He smirked as Morrisons and his eyes met. Both business partners understood exactly what’s going to happen. Dante got a plan.

“How about I look into this church business a bit and send someone else to that castle instead. And I think I have the right henchman for that job. Oh and V? You’re going with him.” This pulled the young man out of his own thoughts and with a surprised and slightly confused look, he turned to Dante: “Care to explain? You should have noticed that I have no means to fight.”

“Nah V, you still got the whole goth-look going on means you probably be able to summon your annoying pets again. And did you honestly thought I let you freeloading here? Trish is already expensive enough.”

V looked over to Dante and Morrison, who just shrugged his arms as if he wanted to say; “There is nothing I can do for you son.” V understood he wouldn’t be of any help and would be nothing more than a burden in his current condition, but everything was better than doing nothing. Just sitting around feeling sorry for his state would do him no good. All he could do now was accepting the defeat.

“Good it’s settled then, V you’ll accompany Nero to that castle. You’re much more perceptive than that kid. If there is something weird or you see any artifact that could be interesting, make sure to get back to me with that.”

#devil may cry #Devil may Cry 5 #DMC #DMC V #DMC 5 #V #V x Reader #Vitale #DMC Vitale #fanfiction #chapter 1 #fanfic #writing

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darlingpetao3 · 8 years ago

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More Than Meets Those Eyes (Harry Wells x Reader)

Rating: T

Summary: In your Quantum Theory Master Class, everyone has read his biography and every woman is going bonkers for him; becoming putty in his hands and melting in his lectures. That is the effect of Harrison Wells. Only you don't feel quite the same as your classmates. But will a special one-on-one encounter with the enigmatic scientist change your mind?

A/N: While writing this, I imagined it all taking place on Earth-2. Also, I have always wanted for this biography to be real. I would read the shit out of it.

The woman to your right was applying what you would call “Alarming Red” lipstick with help from her compact mirror. The woman on your left has been fixing her hair for nine million years. In fact, just about every female in the lecture hall was primping themselves as if they were getting picked up for some hot date.

Were you missing something?

Looking around, everyone in the room, regardless of gender, all appear to have one thing in common: a sizable book bearing the face the man about to give the first of two talks in his Quantum Theory Master Class. Doctor Harrison Wells.

You knew the man to be a sort of legend among the scientific community, something you hoped to become one day, too. Attending his class would look great on paper, but truth be told, you weren't too sure what the big fuss was over Harrison Wells. Others like him have done work just as great, arguably some have done better. But what kind of fool would you be to miss an opportunity to learn from a mind such as his? Lipstick Lady catches you eyeing up her book.

“Have you read it?” she asks.

“Uh, no,” you admit. “Should I ought to?”

“You simply must, it's a phenomenal read. Here, have mine.”

“I couldn't possibly-”

“I insist. Besides,” the woman lowers her voice, sliding her copy of Wells: A Biography over to you. “I have another copy at home.”

“Oh, well, thank you.” The door at the back of the lecture hall whooshes open and all heads turn to watch the man of the hour, Harrison Wells, enter.

“Good afternoon everyone,” Wells greets the room. “Although, time will tell, won't it?” This produces longing sighs and giggles, mainly from those of the female variety (with the odd male chuckle). This is going to be a very interesting time.

After the class, your stomach grumbles like a slumbering dragon, so you search for something to munch on before heading home. Walking over to the perfect spot, an unoccupied bench under a lofty oak tree, you take a seat with your bag of Big Belly Burger. Thank the heavens for fast food chains on campuses. You pull Wells: A Biography out from your bag. Wells' big blue eyes stare back up at you. The person editing this jacket cover must have saturated the shit out of them. There's no way a person's eyes could be that blue. You begin to read the inner flap's summary while starting to snack on your perfectly salted fries.

From the Author of the Bestselling Biographies of Bill Gates and J.D. Salinger, this is the exclusive Biography of Harrison Wells.

Based on more than forty interviews with Wells conducted over three years – as well as interviews with more than a hundred family members, friends, colleagues – John Gallagher has written a riveting story of the roller coaster life and searingly intense personality of a leading scientist whose passion for research and development revolutionized the science and technology industry in the United States.

At a time when America is seeking wars to sustain its innovative edge, Wells stands as the ultimate icon of development in advanced particle research. He knew that the best way to create a buzz in the science community was to connect creativity with technology. He built a company where leaps of the imagination were combined with remarkable feats of science.

Although Wells cooperated with this book, he asked for no control over what was written nor even the right to read it before it was published. He put nothing off-limits. He encouraged the people he knew to speak honestly. And Wells speaks candidly, sometimes brutally so, about the people he worked with and competed against. His friends, foes and colleagues provide an unvarnished view of the passions, perfectionism, obsessions, artistry, devilry and compulsion for control that shaped his approach to business and the innovative products that resulted.

Driven by demons, Wells could drive those around him to fury and despair. But his personality and products were interrelated, just as S.T.A.R. Labs technology has to be. His tale is instructive and cautionary, filled with lessons about innovation, teamwork, scientific research and development.

“Looks like a captivating read, wouldn't you say?”

You look up to find Harrison Wells himself, looking down at you, wearing practically the same subtle expression as the one on the cover of the book. One that looks like it could read, I know something you don't, good luck trying to figure out what it is.

“Seeing as everyone is going gaga over you and your book, I figured I should read what all the fuss was about.” That didn't exactly come out right. Harrison merely laughs it off. He holds out his hand to you.

“Harrison.”

“(Y/N).”

“Those were some excellent points you made back in the class, (Y/N). I must admit, I was impressed. And that is no easy feat.”

“Thank you.”

“You know, I was thinking, I'd love to pick your brain sometime. See what we could come up with together.”

“Oh,” is all you can manage. Harrison Wells wants to collaborate with you. “I mean, wow, really?”

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Well, I did have plans to read your book with a glass of wine,” you joke.

“There's nothing in that book I couldn't tell you over some wine and dinner.”

“Are you asking me out?”

“Yes.” He's very unabashed, isn't he?

“I don't know what to say.” Harrison takes the book from your hands and pulls out a pen from his coat pocket. He writes something on one of the pages and gives the book back to you.

“Just think about it.” The scientist walks away with a wink and a smirk, but not before stealing a fry from your carton and leaving you with so many strange feelings. You open up the book to the page with a street address scrawled in black ink.

Come to this address at 7 pm tonight. I could teach you a lot more than what this book or my class has to offer. -HW

Oh Lord.

You pull up to probably the swankiest place in Central City, giant hedges and pillars galore, wondering if you're in the right place. Although, to quote the biography you had partially skimmed earlier, Harrison was “a mastermind who has changed the face of science and tech,” so of course this had to be the correct address.

You aren't exactly sure why you're so nervous.

And you aren't exactly sure why you wore your nicest “I'm-trying-to-impress-people” dress. When you reach the front door, it takes you a few moments to finally ring his doorbell. There's a muffled “coming!” on the other side, which causes you to fidget. Harrison opens the door, wearing a white button down with black trousers and blazer. He lights up upon seeing you.

“(Y/N), glad you could make it. Come in.” He takes your jacket and leads you down the hall to his open concept living and dining areas. You take in his ultra modern pad, admiring the high vaulted ceiling and the arched skylight. The stars would look extraordinary through this, you think.

“You have a lovely home,” you say, now gravitating towards one of the many bookcases in the room.

“Thank you. Though it isn't much of a home now that my daughter has left.” You pass by a series of framed photos on one of his bookshelves. One in particular is of a beautiful young woman in a graduation dress.

“Is this her, here?”

“Yes. That's Jesse.”

“She's beautiful.”

“That she is.” The look of pride on his face beams like sun.

“You said she left?”

“Jesse has been doing some traveling recently.”

“Oh yeah? Where to?” How ambitious. You've always wanted to visit new places though could never find the time.

“Let's just say she's in a whole other world,” Harrison says with a funny smile. “I worry about her constantly.”

“I can only imagine.”

“Feeling hungry?”

“Always.”

He gestures to the other room. “Then let's eat, shall we?”

After having a wonderfully cooked dinner and conversations filled with business, goals, and family, you both retire to the living area with your glasses of wine in hand to further discuss the potential partnering up on a new experiment together.

“I think having you on would be beneficial for S.T.A.R. Labs, (Y/N). You really do have a very sharp mind,” Harrison compliments. “Your boyfriend must be proud of you and your accomplishments in the field.”

You almost choke on your drink because you know that little trick he just pulled.

“I'm sure he would be. If there was a boyfriend, that is.” One of Harrison's eyebrows arch up while he takes another sip of his drink and looks away.

“Excuse me for a minute,” you say, feeling strange again in the pit of your stomach, and search for the restroom. You find it, lock the door, and stare into the mirror.

“What is happening right now?” you ask yourself quietly and grip the sink counter. “He's coming on to me.”

And you like it, says the little voice in your head. You don't even fight it. Of course you like him! And not just because of his gorgeous blue eyes (that, astoundingly, match those on the book cover – so no saturation needed in that editing room!). Not only have the night's discussions proven first hand at what a truly exceptional mind he has, they've shown what how deeply caring a man he is. Jesse came up a great deal in your talks tonight, she means the world and beyond to him. And from the tiny bit he spoke of his late-wife, she had as well. You could hear it in his voice. When Harrison Wells loves, he loves with all his heart and he loves hard.

You tell yourself to get back out there. Don't make this weird. Continue the talk about the partnership with the experiment.

On the way back, you can't help but notice in one of the rooms where the door was left ajar, a bright glow shines down. You peek inside to see a skylight, one with the perfect view of the moon and the twinkling stars. Something gets the better of you, maybe the wine, and you move further into the room still gazing upward. Your shins hit something soft and you fall onto a bed, now looking above at the stars; an even better view. Wow.

“So beautiful,” you mutter in total awe.

“My sentiments exactly.” You raise yourself up to your elbows and direct your attention to the voice. The shadowy, arms crossed figure of Harrison looms in the doorway.

“Oh. Is this your room? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to...” you trail off because he slowly approaches the bed.

“It's fine. I know all about distracting views.” Harrison falls back next to you and stares straight up at the skylight for a moment, then turns his head to you. You break the silence first.

“You're nothing like I expected.”

“I hope that's a good thing.”

Your answer breaks out in the form of you nuzzling to get closer to his already slightly parted lips. You kiss Harrison, hovering over him while placing a hand on his chest. The kiss is soft, gentle, yet there's still a heat there. You can feel his heart thumping like mad. It feels nice to know it's not just yours feeling that way.

“It's definitely a good thing.”

In the morning you left early, leaving Harrison a note saying you needed fresh clothes before his second and final Master Class today. You didn't want to make it seem like you were using him, leaving without explanation. That is the last thing you wanted him to think. You were hopeful this could lead somewhere fantastic, you and him.

The thing about Harrison Wells is that everyone has their own opinions about him, if his book was any indication at all. When you had skimmed a few interviews from the book yesterday, many of the same notions kept popping up. He's prickly. He's cold. Aloof. The most brilliant mind of our time. While, yes, Harrison could quite possibly be the most brilliant mind of our time, they clearly don't know this side of him. A few important attributes were left out. He is devoted to his daughter, gentle when the time comes to be, and on occasion, Harrison can be quite a funny guy.

You walk into the class and sit next to Lipstick Lady again and slide the Wells biography back to her, hoping to god she doesn't decide to flip through it to find a single page ripped out - Harrison's address and note.

“That was fast!” she exclaims. “Did you finish it?” At that exact moment, Harrison (hair still a little mussed up) strides into the room with a pep in his step. You whisper back to her.

“I don't think I need to.”

“Good morning, everyone,” welcomes a cheery Wells, sights ending at you. His grin widens. “Beautiful day, isn't it?”

#reader insert #harrison wells x reader #earth-2 harrison wells x reader #harry wells x reader #harrison wells imagine #harry wells imagine #the flash imagine #the flash fanfiction

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johnnyraine · 3 years ago

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Seeing Red - J.D. x Male Reader x Veronica Sawyer (Heathers movie)

*This was a Request.

*Part of the "Late Night Greetings" Universe.

Words: 1,532

23rd of October, 2021

Summary: J.D.’s father accidentally hits him in a moment of rage and upon seeing it, Y/N & Veronica comfort him before Y/n later goes over to J.D.’s place to deal with it.

XXXXX

The sound of clacking rings out as the mallet strikes the ball, sending it through a wicket.

“Wooh!” Y/n yells out, raising his arms in victory.

Looking over to his girlfriend, his victory high is slightly tempered as she raises a brow.

Clearing his throat, he sheepishly says, “Sorry.”

With an amused huff, Veronica gives a small smile before making her way over to him, saying “Congrats,” and kissing him on the cheek.

“Thank you,” he replies before stealing a kiss.

The sound of a motorcycle engine can be heard getting closer and before long they’re joined by the boyfriend, who seems to have taken an interest in the ground from the way he’s keeping his head a bit down.

“Hello, Darlings,” J.D. says, still not looking up.

“Hello, Honey,” Y/n says as he tries to tilt J.D.’s chin up to kiss him before having his hand roughly smacked away.

Any sense of giddiness is wiped off Y/n’s face as shocked silence overtakes them. Though surprised by the smacking of his hand, He and Veronica were more surprised by the fact that in the act of slapping away his hand, J.D accidentally revealed his face, which, to their shock, had a currently swelling black eye.

“Who the fuck hit you?” Y/n asks, still shocked.

With a grimace, J.D. replies, “My Dad and I just got into a little argument, it’s no big deal.”

“No big deal? He hit you,” Veronica says incredulously.

“Yeah, I know,” J.D. says heatedly.

[Veronica & Y/n comfort J.D. despite his protests of being fine (The closest he gets to showing his feelings is a sigh and a sullen look as he looks down to the ground)]

Taking a calming breath, Veronica asks, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

A moment passes as the two stare into each other’s eyes, as Y/n’s gaze flitters between the two.

Breaking the moment, Y/n says, “Let’s get something for your eye,” before making his way into the house.

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After only finding a bag of peas, the three of them made their way up to Veronica’s room, where they are now sitting on her bed with J.D. sandwiched in between them, in silence.

Y/n slowly moves his hand to rub J.D.’s back, as Veronica slowly rakes her hand through his hair. The attention of the two makes his lips wobble for a moment before he stubbornly purses his lips.

Y/n gently takes the bag of peas from him and puts it on the ground, as they move to lay down.

They snuggle up together on Veronica’s bed, with Y/n holding J.D. as he hugs himself into Veronica as she holds him to her chest. Though silence is all there is, it feels much more comfortable though a bit melancholy. This silence is broken though, by J.D.’s muffled voice.

“I wanna hit him so much.”

Hearing that, Veronica and Y/n share a look of sadness and anger. Though they might wish to do something about what happened, they choose to ignore these thoughts and continue to care for their boyfriend, for now anyway.

Not long after, and as a sort of effect for lying down together, they fall asleep in each other’s arms.

An unknown amount of time passes before Y/n wakes up, still holding a sleeping J.D. in his arms. Looking over at Veronica he sees her asleep as well. Untangling himself, Y/n gets up from the bed and notices that it’s dark out.

A quick thought enters his mind, however stupid it may be, before he makes his way out the window and begins walking to J.D.’s house in the middle of the night. Though he could have taken J.D.’s motorcycle, - J.D. insisted on teaching him how to ride it - it would’ve made too much noise, so he chose to forego using it. Besides, the rides to J.D.’s house didn’t take that long, so it must not be that far.

It was far. It turns out that walking takes a while longer than it does on a motorcycle, add in the fact that he can hardly see, Y/n’s rage about what happened earlier only increased by the time he arrived at the house.

Y/n makes his way to the part of the house he and his lovers usually hang out in, takes the key from its hiding spot, and makes his way inside.

Turning the corner, he notices two things. One, the tv is on, and two, Big Bud Dean himself, is on the couch watching said tv.

Now, we are in an awkward situation. Y/n’s plan was to break into J.D.’s place and beat the fuck out of Bud Dean, and now inside the house, his target is insights looking disheveled, but his target is currently looking at as well, so no surprise attack.

Now, what you’d probably imagine is Y/n hesitating and thinking ‘Oh fuck.’ That would be wrong.

Instead, he is thinking, “I’m going to beat the fuck out of you.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Bud Dean says.

Thrown a bit off upon realizing he said that aloud, Y/n continues, “You hit J.D..”

“I did.”

“Why?” He asks with mounting anger.

“Do you know what happened to J.D.’s mom, my wife?” Bud Dean asks, dodging the question.

“I don’t c-”

“She killed herself,” Bud Dean cut him off.

Y/n could practically feel how awkward the silence was after that, though if Bud felt the same he certainly didn’t show it.

“When we lived in Texas, I was contracted to destroy a library,” He says, grief in his voice. “It turns out she went inside before I blew it up.”

Staring at Y/n, he says “I know it’s my fault. But how many times do I have to be reminded of what I did? When I didn’t even know.”

Once again that day, silence filled Y/n’s ears. Though still mad, that was all. He no longer felt the shaking rage he did before, he felt calmer, focused, and thinking straight once again. Despite how calm he is feeling, he still feels angry, however little it is.

“Despite feeling bad for you, I’m still going to follow through with this because you hit my boyfriend, but since I’m feeling generous, I’ll warn you first,” Y/n says as he moves in front of Bud.

Upon finishing his sentence, Y/n, without hesitation, punches him in the face, making him fall to the ground.

“What the hell!” Bud yells, holding his now likely broken nose.

“That was the warning, here’s another. If you ever hit him again, I will fuck you up.”

The two stared at each other for a moment, before Bud lets out an amused huff. Breaking eye contact, Y/n makes his way outside and continues on the way home.

As he walks back, he notices that it’s a bit brighter than it should be. Stopping, he looks up to see the sun beginning to rise.

“Shit,” He says.

Thoughts run through his head as he debates whether he should just wait until later to face any possible punishment, should they be awake, or just return now and face them. With a deep breath to calm himself, he comes to a decision.

“No,” And he turns away from the direction to Veronica’s house, but before he can get far, he notices neon letters inside a shop window.

SNAPPY SNACK SHACK

“That’s convenient,” He mutters to himself before making his into the store.

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“Honey, Darling, I’m home!” Y/n yells out upon entering Veronica’s house.

“Where the fuck were you?” Veronica says angrily.

Standing in the living room were an expectant J.D. and an angry Veronica, with a look saying “Well?”

“Taking a walk, clearing my head.”

“Of what?” Veronica asks.

“Of bad thoughts,” He says, looking down at the ground.

There is a brief pause before Veronica lets out a sigh, “You should have woken one of us up, or at least left a note.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” Y/n says, looking apologetic.

“But also as an apology, I’ve brought gifts?” He says, holding up a slushy and a pack of Twizzlers.

J.D. and Veronica share a contemplative look before J.D. says, “Well, I won’t say no to a free slushy,” and takes said slushy from Y/n.

“I won’t say no to free Twizzlers either, but this doesn’t mean you’re off the hook,” Veronica says.

With a nervous chuckle, Y/n joins the two of them on the couch before noticing they have plates with some eggs and sausage for breakfast. Getting up to see if there is any left, J.D. volunteers to get some for him, leaving Y/n and Veronica alone.

“I noticed you have some blood on your hand,” Veronica says with an inquisitive look.

“Those bad thoughts were awfully violent as well,” Y/n says as he tries rubbing the blood away.

Licking her thumb, Veronica grabs his hand and rubs the blood away.

“Thank you,” Y/n says, voice thick with some emotion he can’t pinpoint.

With a small smile, she squeezes his hand and continues holding it as J.D. returns with a plate for Y/n. With all of them snuggled up on the couch with their plates, they continue watching tv for the rest of the day.

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Late Night Greetings, part 2 (Smut) - J.D. x Switch! Male Reader x Veronica Sawyer

*Part of the “Late Night Greetings” Universe.

Words: 676

1st of July, 2021

Part 1

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Much like the night before, it begins with Veronica sitting at her desk but this time not writing in her diary, but simply sitting as if awaiting something. Whatever it was she was seemingly waiting for is soon answered as her door opens showing Y/n, seemingly surprising her.

Seeing her look, Y/n answers, “There’s a key under the mat, your parents aren’t home, and J.D.’s a bit upset so we took different paths.”

Finishing his explanation, another sound is heard as the window opens and J.D. sticks his head in.

“I see we are all here,” He says as he makes his way into the room.

“Of course we are, she lives here and I rode here with you,” Y/n states matter-of-factly. “Who wouldn’t be here?”

Veronica shares a look with J.D. as she gets up from her desk, making her way towards Y/n. Standing next to him, she puts a hand on his shoulder, raising suspicion from him. As she opened her mouth to speak, J.D. beat her to it.

“We’re ambushing you.”

Y/n sputters in disbelief, before asking, “For what?”

Beating J.D. to punch, Veronica answers first, “For yesterday.”

Though a bit in disbelief still, Y/n immediately understood what she was talking about.

“Okay first, that’s fair,” He says looking at their boyfriend. “But we both know it’s an hour out of town and an hour back, that’s a bit too long to wait for a date. Though I will say, I am sorry I did leave.”

Taking a breath he continued, “Second, I thought you liked yesterday?” He asked, looking at their girlfriend.

“Of course I did,” She said with an accommodating smile before it fell and she continued with a finger pointed at him. “But you still left J.D., so… we have to punish you.”

With a growing smirk and a sultry look in his eyes, Y/n looked between the two.

“I see and uh, why should I accept this,” He said with a devil-may-care attitude.

With the same look in his eyes, J.D. walks over, grips the back of his head, and kisses him deeply, all while his other hand makes its way to ass and kneads it.

Letting out a moan into J.D.’s mouth, Y/n is beginning to feel overwhelmed as Veronica kisses and nips at his neck.

As J.D. pulled back from their make-out, Y/n breaths out, “I thought this was a punishment.” Still cocky.

Veronica whispers in his ear, “Oh it is.”

And with that, he is pushed down onto the door as Veronica strips him of his shirt and J.D. takes off his belt. Stepping closer to him, J.D. grabs both his hands and ties them above his head to the bedpost.

Testing the strength, Y/n tugs on his restraints, “I see now.”

Looking at his lovers; Veronica kisses her way down his body as she unbuckles his belt and loosens his pants, J.D. wears a smirk as grips both his pants and underwear before yanking them off, leaving him naked to them.

Though they have seen each other naked many, many times before, the fact that he’s the only one naked makes his cheeks redden as tries not to squirm under their lustful gaze.

“This is so unfair,” Y/n mumbles.

“Well it is a punishment,” Veronica says before grabbing his shaft, causing him to unconsciously thrust, seeking more pleasure before J.D. pushes his hips down.

“None of that, sweetheart,” He says, his grip on his hips growing harder.

“As fa-Ar as uh I can tell, this is a pretty uh uh good “punishment,” Y/n moans as Veronica skillfully strokes his shaft.

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna get better,” J.D. said smirking, reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out a small bottle.

Looking at what’s in his hand, Y/n starts to understand now, “Ah.”

Practically grinning, J.D. speaks, “Two hours to get this, can’t let it go to waste now can I?”

Opening up the bottle, he pours some on his hand before letting his hand fall on Y/n’s chest and slowly making his descent down his body, leaving a trail of lube behind. As the hand reached his shaft it made to grip him, before ghosting by and instead, moving to massage his sack.

“Ah! F-fuck.” Y/n moaned as he was being jerked off by his girlfriend and his boyfriend played with his balls. After a few moments of this continuing, he could tell was getting close, and by the way the grip on his hip and cock tightened, they could tell too.

“Don’t,” J.D. said, leaning close to his face.

With a bit of hollow defiance, “Why not, huh?” Getting a harsher grip on both hip and shaft.

“We’ll continue your punishment for the rest of the night,” Veronica said, stroking him slowly.

Letting out a growl that sounded more like a groan, Y/n threw his head back as the two continued their movements. Moaning at his lovers’ knowing ease as they touched him in ways only they’d know. Before long he again felt himself reaching his peak, but all of sudden the two let go, leaving him disappointed.

“F-fuck! You two,” He let out, meaning to sound angrier but just sounding like a whine.

Ignoring him, Veronica laid beside him before mimicking an earlier J.D. by gripping the back of his head and kissing him, leaving their tongues to battle each other. Yet before long, he lost from already being exhausted, leaving her to freely explore his mouth.

While this was going on, J.D. was not idle, reapplying lube to his hand, he tapped Y/n thighs - a common sign between them - which he obliged, widening them. He brought his fingers to his hole, causing Y/n to twitch slightly, before slowly entering him.

Letting out a groan of slight discomfort, J.D. gives him a few moments before moving his fingers. Scissoring his fingers, stretching him as Veronica moves from their kissing so they both could hear Y/n’s moans. Moving his fingers deeper into him, J.D. could feel his walls clench around his fingers as he found his prostate. He could also tell he found it by how much louder Y/n got and when he started to move his hips again, trying to chase down more pleasure.

“Aah,” He let out a strangled moan before looking between the two, silently asking.

With another deep kiss and a bite on his bottom lip, Veronica hovered her hand near his cock as she said in a hushed tone, “What’s the magic word.”

With a slight clench of his teeth, “Please.”

And with that, she gripped him and started to jerk him fast, just as J.D. speed up his fingering, and within a few seconds, Y/n seemed to experience actual fireworks as he came.

Though not unconscious, he wasn’t all there, so when he recovered enough to comprehend what was going on, he realized his hands were already untied and his cum was on his stomach.

Out of breath and too tired to do much else, all he asked was, “Over?”

“Yes darling, your punishment is over,” J.D. said right before kissing his neck.

Knowing they want to continue, Y/n brings up one finger and says, “One moment, just. Give a moment.”

~ A few minutes later ~

“Aaah aah aa-mmh,” J.D.’s moans were muffled by Veronica as she began to passionately make out with him.

Behind him was Y/n, who held him to his chest with one hand on his right hip and the other on his neck which he bit as he slammed his hips into him, continuing to draw out muffled moans from him. Veronica, not idle during this, was making out with J.D. All while jerking him off, and not wanting to leave her out of this he had moved his hands to cup one of her breasts and the other to rub her slit.

From all the pleasure they are giving him, Veronica can quickly tell he is starting to feel overwhelmed, especially by the fact of his spasming hips and how his hand had sped up in its rubbing.

Detaching herself from their kiss, she watched him as she moved her hand to just his tip, stroking him as Y/n slammed into him a few times before J.D. let out a loud moan and came in her hand.

Giving him a kiss, she brought the hand to her mouth and licked her hand clean all while looking at her boyfriends. Finishing that, she brought J.D.’s head to her chest where he nipped and kissed until she continued to move his head lower, as she began to lay onto her back. When he reached her slit, he brought both hands under her thighs and brought her closer to him as he took one long lick, hearing her hitched breath for a moment, he continued to flicking his tongue against her lips.

Just as he was delving his tongue into her, he let out a moan when Y/n had pulled out to the tip and slammed back into him, directly hitting his prostate.

“Don’t forget I’m still here,” He said, gripping J.D.’s hair and pushing him deeper into Veronica.

They all were letting out moans as Y/n continuously hit J.D. in the right spot and J.D. had added a few fingers into Veronica.

Y/n’s movements became jerky thrusts as he let out a broken moan, J.D.’s grip on Veronica’s hips tightened as he moved from lapping up her juices to tonguing her clit, and she had thrown her head back, and as close to in sync as they could get, the came.

In the next instant, they collapsed into a sweaty tired heap, at their current limit, with J.D. resting his head above Veronica’s mound, Y/n laying atop of him, and Veronica still laying in her spot; breathless.

Letting out a breathy laugh, Y/n says, “Well, that was fun.”

“Yeah, it was,” J.D. let out through ragged breaths.

Looking down at the two, Veronica pats the spot next to her, “Come here.”

Moving to follow her request, J.D. stops for a moment realizing Y/n’s weight stopping him.

“Y/n,” He said pointedly.

“Yes, love?” Y/n said, innocently.

“Get off,” J.D. said before moving his body to shrug him off, already realizing he likely wouldn’t’ve moved.

Having placed himself in the spot Veronica wanted him, he laid on his back as Veronica cuddled up beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. Still in the spot J.D. pushed him off to, with a sigh Y/n moved to where his lovers were and rested his head on J.D.’s chest.

“I don’t know about you two, but I’m tired,” Y/n mumbled against J.D.’s chest.

Giving their own mumbled response of “likewise,” the three chose to spend the rest of the night in their sweet embrace until sleep called and they answered.

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