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the-cult-of-russo · 2 years ago

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Darkness Forever

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: cursing, angst, pain, dark shit, smut, idk lmao

A/N: So I can’t manage the next chapter of JBTF with how sick I am, but I wanted to at least try and give you guys something. This is a gift for @idaofinfinity . Thank you for cheering me on so much and always touching me with your amazingly kind words. I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you being my biggest cheerleader since I came back.

As always, I love all of you guys and I appreciate all the well wishes you’ve sent me.

Side note; the Reader in this one is based off an OC I made for a different fandom and I’ve wanted to do this idea for a while.

Name of this one is from a song of the same name by Soccer Mommy.

Head in the oven

Didn't sound so crazy

My brain was burnin'

Hot to the touch

Lithium readings

Makin' me dizzy

They keep my feelings

Simmering low

Darkness forever

A cold sinking ocean

I wanna feel the

Warm of release

The devil is chasing

Hot on my tail and

Tryin' to struggle

Out of his leash

Words from an artist

Killed by their insides

She tried to set the

Evil on fire

It's warm in the kitchen

Like hot sticky summer

Demons are rising

Up with the smoke

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The club was loud but you ignored the noise, the constant buzzing in your ears as your eyes drifted around. You could see clearly even in the dimly lit space as you were trying to find your target for the night. No one had jumped out at you yet, no one really intriguing enough to capture your interest. But then you saw him. He was sitting off in a corner with some guys, the group being rowdy. He stuck out like a sore thumb with his face littered with scars like that but he was easily the most beautiful human you’d ever laid eyes on, and you’d seen a lot of them. The darkness that curled around him was like a siren calling out to you and it made a thrill trickle down your spine, a slow smirk curling your lips. You sat in your spot for a while, eyes never leaving him as he talked with the guys he was with. They were all trouble, you could feel it. This one though, he was something else. When he got up and walked over to the bar, you licked your lower lip before standing, sauntering over with no hesitation. You stood next to him at the bar and he turned his gaze to you briefly, checking out who was next to him. But as he was turning away again, dark eyes turned back to you, interest and curiosity burning in them and you could sense his desire as his eyes raked over your form.

“Hello there,” you smirked, eyes glittering mischievously that had his own lips quirking up a little. He seemed slightly surprised but you figured it was about his face. You’d seen some of the looks he was getting here, saw how the girls pulled their faces and barely shot him a glance after that. Honestly, you thought they were all fucking brain-dead.

“Hi,” he drawled, giving you another once over. The scars did little to detract from his handsome face and you didn’t think you’d ever seen eyes that dark before.

“So… I was getting kind of bored and then I saw you. You look like the kinda guy that could show me a good time,” you flashed him a sultry smile and he chuckled, the sound low and rich and filling you with need you hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“Is that right?” he asked smoothly, a smirk on his lips. Your eyes drifted over him in a way that made his eyes darken, as if he could sense your need for him without words.

“I’m Y/N,” you purred, reaching your hand over and settling it over his. The moment you made contact with him, you got what you needed. The flashes burst behind your eyes and in seconds you knew exactly who this man was, knew everything he’d ever done. Knowing just what the darkness was that surrounded him lured you in even more and you could feel how damp your panties were getting now you knew just what he was capable of.

“Billy,” he supplied, eyeing you like he wanted to devour you. You shot him a wolfish grin at the thought. You leaned closer to him, biting your lower lip and his eyes were drawn to the motion.

“Well, Billy… How about you take me back to your place?” you asked with a raised brow. He smirked once more, anticipation flashing behind his eyes that dragged over your body slowly like he could see what lay under your clothes.

“Sounds good to me,” he replied easily, slamming back the drink the bartender had settled in front of him during the exchange. He didn’t even say anything to the guys he’d been with as he stood, so tall he was looming over you. He shot you a devilish smile before he guided you out of the bar.

His place turned out to be a motel and it was a pretty seedy one at that. You hadn’t been surprised though, you’d already seen it when you came in contact with him. The second he had you inside of his room, you were pressed against the door as his mouth claimed yours desperately. He kissed like it would be his last kiss on earth, a real toe-curling kiss that his whole body seemed to move with as he pressed against you. You moaned, your hands fisted in the front of his black t-shirt as you kissed back fervently and arched against him. It drew a delicious moan out of him and you were almost purring. You pulled away, the pair of you panting and you were surprised to find your hands were shaking a little with how tightly wound with desire you were. You grabbed his hand, moving around him and leading him over to the beat-up sofa on one side of the room. He followed obediently and you pushed him to sit on it, causing him to chuckle darkly as he tilted his head watching you. You moved to straddle him and his hands grabbed your hips with no hesitation. One of your hands splayed on his chest, the other going to his short hair as you raked your nails over his scalp. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, a soft moan leaving his lips as he leaned into your touch. He reminded you of a cat.

“If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?” you asked curiously. His eyes opened then, confused and mildly curious about your weird question in the middle of something like this. You felt his hands flex on your hips as he licked his lower lip, eyes dipping to your chest before back to your face as you blinked down at him patiently.

“You, naked and writhin’ under me,” he replied easily, an impish smile on his face. Your lips curled into a smile as you scraped your nails over his scalp once more and he hummed softly, once again leaning into it. He didn’t close his eyes this time and his obsidian gaze stayed locked on you.

“I mean it… if you could have one thing in the world, anything… what would it be?” you asked again, a little firmer this time. His eyes narrowed for only a moment and you started to think he wouldn't indulge your curiosity as he looked away briefly. A haunted look passed on his face and his fingers dug into your hips a little before he tugged his eyes back to your face.

“I’d… I’d go back… change some shit. Make better choices, pick the right people,” he answered honestly. How disappointing. You’d half expected him to ask for his looks back, knowing how much it bothered him. Or maybe he wanted to be able to get revenge on his former best friend that had done this to him. You hadn’t expected this with the darkness that blanketed him but you could feel it now. The guilt, the heartbreak, the self-loathing. And while he was purposely vague in his answer, he had no idea you already knew. You knew just what he was talking about. He wanted to go back and not betray Frank Castle, not lose the family that had taken him in. He wanted to live the life he should have had if he hadn’t given in to temptation. You deflated a little at his answer but it didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. You’d still get what you wanted in the end anyway.

“What if I told you I could give you that?” you asked carefully, your nails still scratching at his head. He gave you a look that was partly amused and partly annoyed as he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah… okay,” he snorted. You blinked and when your eyes opened again, they were no longer the color they were a moment ago. Instead, they were black as coal, no whites to be seen. You felt him tense under you, his eyes widening a little before he squinted at you.

“What the hell are you?” he asked roughly. He was looking at you like you were a threat but you weren’t offended. Instead, his words made a rueful smile curl your lips as you looked down at him.

“I’m the things nightmares are made of, Billy,” you smirked. His breathing hitched a little yet his hands didn’t leave your hips and he didn't attempt to move you away. There was some fear there but he also gazed at you curiously and surprisingly enough, you could still feel his straining erection under you.

“I was born of fire and pain, torture and suffering. I feel like that’s something you can relate to,” you added, your smirk softening to a smile. You felt him relax a little at that, his only answer being a small nod of his head.

You weren’t what was considered a normal demon. You were one of the originals, one of the oldest. There were books out there with your name on them, telling terrifying tales of the ‘Bringer of Chaos’ and the ‘Princess of Hell’. You’d been Lucifer's favorite once upon a time. He’d taken a special shine to you and he’d tortured you himself. That’s how demons were made. Their souls were corrupted, their humanity literally tortured out of them until they couldn't take it anymore. Only with you, you had something no other demon still had, something Lucifer had forced you to keep. A small fragment of your soul. It wasn't a gift because he liked you, no. It was the ultimate torture, something that would ensure you would be tortured for as long as you still existed. You couldn't ignore your brutal nature, couldn't escape it. But the tiny fragment of humanity left in you was enough to cause you to feel things no demon should be able to feel. You’d gotten used to it with how old you were, you’d learned to control it for the most part. But every so often you’d snap, having moments of near hysteria or insanity as the guilt consumed you whole, forcing you to see just how much blood stained your hands. It was a curse and you despised it and in the end, you despised your maker for forcing you to keep it.

“If you want to go back and live the life you should have had, I can do that for you. You’ll remember all of this but they won’t,” you murmured, your hand moving from his head and coming to rest on his chest with your other. He shifted under you and the movement jostled you, bringing you closer to him. He didn't seem to mind it though and his dark eyes were burning into you. You could see his intrigue, could see your offer was enticing him.

“What’s the price? There’s always a price, so what do you want in return?” he asked, no smirk in sight now as his eyes pinned you in place. You licked your lower lip, looking at him under your lashes as your hands smoothed up his chest.

“Your soul. But the way I see it, you already sold yours to Rawlins a while ago and now you're suffering. This way, you get what you want,” you shrugged and you could practically feel the hope radiating from him.

“My soul…? And what does that mean? What happens with it?” he asked curiously. You sighed a little, looking off for a moment as you tried to figure out how to word it. This was always the hardest part, the part where sometimes people tried to resist. His fingers tightened on your hips and forced your eyes back to him and he raised a brow at you. He was lucky you thought he was so handsome, anyone else giving you that sassy look would be up in flames in seconds.

“It would belong to me. When it's time to collect my debt, your soul would be mine.” you answered, purposely not telling just what that entailed because you knew he didn’t like to not have control, you knew he’d struggle with it.

“How long would I have?” he asked and you could tell by his voice he’d already made his mind up. It made you smile softly.

“Five years,” you supplied. He inhaled sharply, his Adam's apple bobbing as he looked away.

“That's it?” he asked, a despondent tone to his voice.

“You’re lucky you're getting that. I usually only offer two,” you replied with a shrug. You meant it too. You weren’t quite sure what it was about the man that had you being so lenient with him, had you giving him more time that you usually bothered to give. He exhaled a shaky breath, nodding to himself before he looked back at you, a determined look on his face.

“I’ll do it,” he said firmly and you grinned at his acquiescence. You leaned in and kissed him deeply, causing him to groan as his hands slid around to your back, holding you closer.

“How do we… uh…” he asked, sounding uncertain once you broke the kiss and you smirked darkly before moving off him.

“How do you think?” you asked wolfishly, holding a hand out to him. He looked at it for a moment before he took it and stood.

You kissed him and he kissed you back just as desperately. There was something lighter about him now, the prospect of getting a do-over setting a fire inside of him. Before long, you were both free from your clothes and you were straddling him on the bed. Part of you wanted to drag this out, to make your time with him last as long as possible, but this was a job and you didn’t want him to change his mind about this. Usually, the souls you took didn’t belong to you, they just got sent down to hell. But you’d make sure your contract with him made it clear he belonged to you, you wouldn't be sharing this one with anyone. Daddy dearest wouldn't be happy about it but he shouldn't have given you the authority to make such a move to begin with. You were once again struck by the sheer possessiveness you felt over this human. You’d never felt anything quite like it. Not wanting him to change his mind, you leaned down, capturing his lips in a sinful kiss as you sunk down onto his hard and wanting cock. The pair of you moaned and his hand wound into your hair as his kisses turned more ferocious. You broke the kiss, your hands on his chest for leverage as you started riding him at a punishing pace. His face contorted with pleasure and you committed it to memory, wanting the beautiful image to remain burned in your brain forever. He was the kind of beauty that would inspire works of art. You bounced on his cock, delighted moans leaving your lips as he filled you up in the best way. He let out a dirty groan when you raked your nails down his chest, drawing a little blood and he arched up at you roughly. He looked feral and you felt like your insides were on fire with the pull you were feeling towards him. This wasn’t exactly necessary to complete the contract, if it was you’d barely get any souls. You didn’t get people like Billy very often. One of your hands slid to his throat, tightening carefully and making him gasp in pleasure as his body writhed. He had no idea just what strength lay beneath your hands, how easy it would be to snap his neck with little effort. You felt your climax coming quickly and it caught you off guard, your moans getting louder and more frequent. Your hips were stuttering as your head became cloudy with desire and he used his grip on your hips to lift you and slam you back down onto his cock roughly. Your eyes snapped open, once again black but he showed no signs of fear this time as he rut up into you, his top lip curled like an animal. You smirked at him before he cried out in pain, his body tensing as words started to litter his body, bright as the flames that were putting them there. You moaned loudly as you came hard around him, seeing your contract over his skin claiming him as yours pushing you over the edge. And despite the pain he was in, he came with a loud roar, his mouth hanging open as his body shook. You were panting as you watched his eyes flutter shut, his head lolling to the side as he passed out under you. You leaned down, placing a soft kiss to his lips before climbing off him. The words that had been branded into his skin were invisible to the naked eye but you could feel them. You didn’t think you’d ever felt so accomplished for taking a soul before. You climbed off the bed and got dressed, giving him one last look before you walked to the door.

“I’ll see you soon, Billy,” you smirked darkly, slipping out the door feeling like you were dancing on air.

—-

Five years ticked by extremely slowly and you once again found yourself doing things for Billy you never did with any of the other humans you’d made a contract with. You’d observed him carefully, watched over him in the years that went by. He’d built Anvil from the ground up with no help from Rawlins and Frank had been his partner in all of it. He was living the life he’d wished to have and he was happy. Knowing that Billy turned down Rawlins' offer and that the man was planning on taking both Billy and Frank out for their part overseas, you'd dealt with Rawlins personally. You'd had a lot of fun with the man, making sure he regretted everything he ever put Billy through, even if he didn't remember most of it with the new timeline. You stood at the corner of the street, watching as Billy sat outside at a cafe with Frank and Curtis as they ate lunch. The three of them were chatting away and laughing and you felt a bitter pang of something rip right through you. Never once, even with your pesky fragment of soul, had you wished to be human again. Never had you felt so wretched to be a monster. Watching Billy like this, you just wanted to be a normal girl by his side. To just be Y/N again. You growled to yourself before you turned on your heel and started to walk away. It was time to collect but the excitement that had been fueling you on had simmered into something else you couldn't quite place and you didn’t like it. You made your way to Anvil, knowing he would be back soon from lunch. You drew some attention when you waltzed in and as you slipped through the doors to the back rooms, Billy’s PA looked up at you. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, you waved your hand and her eyes went vacant for a second. Once it cleared, she blinked slowly before shaking her head to herself, ignoring you completely as she went back to clicking away on the keyboard and you slipped into his office. You moved over to his desk, looking over at the pictures there of him with the Castles and feeling something gnawing at your chest. You felt his presence as soon as he entered the building and you turned around, leaning back on his desk as your eyes stayed glued to the door. When it opened, he stopped abruptly as he saw you.

“Y/N…” he murmured with a shaky voice, shutting the door slowly before he stood in front of it. He seemed surprised to see you somewhat but you knew deep down he wasn’t. Not completely. Your contract with him forged a bond and you knew he’d been waiting for this day. He’d been dreading it.

“Hello, Billy,” you smiled, tiling your head at him. He looked so different from when you’d met before. Now in his suit with his perfectly styled hair and scar-free face. You wouldn't say he was more beautiful now but he was definitely happier, it was radiating off him. And you were here to take all of that away from him. He didn’t say anything as he stared at you and you pushed off the desk, trying to ignore that itching in your chest as you looked at his slightly panicked face.

“It’s time,” you said firmly, squaring your shoulders to steel yourself. His mouth opened and closed for a second, his eyes drifting to the closed door.

“I… Can I… Can I at least say goodbye?” he asked and the sheer hopelessness of his voice felt like someone stabbed you through the chest. You clenched your jaw and blew out a breath. You should tell him no, that wasn't how things worked and this wasn't on his terms. You should make it perfectly clear that he belonged to you and he was lucky. He was lucky because usually you didn't come to collect yourself. Usually, your hellhound did that for you and death by being ripped to shreds by a hellhound was a very traumatic way to go and you’d saved him from that fate by coming here yourself. You couldn't bring yourself to say those things to him though as his dark and damp eyes bore into you, your usual confidence and authority that you wielded like the dangerous weapon it was seemed to be non-existent right now. You turned around, gritting your teeth as you grabbed a pen and scribbled your current address onto a post-it note. You tore it from the others harshly, hating whatever it was you were feeling. Hating that you felt anything at all. You turned back around to face him, walking over and handing him the post-it note.

“You’ve got until tonight. Come by my place when you’re done,” you muttered, your words harsh though. He nodded shakily, blinking at you.

“Thank you,” he breathed and you forced the growl that wanted to leave your lips down as you stormed past him and slammed the door. You shook your head at yourself as you swiftly left the building and made your way to your apartment. You couldn't make sense why you were breaking so many rules with him. He was just a human. You’d never felt anything for any of them that you made a contract with and it was making your head hurt.

When you got back to your place, you sat on the sofa in silence as you tried to understand just what was going on with you. You couldn't place anything you were feeling because you weren't used to feeling much. It couldn't be guilt, not when you’d already been so merciful with him. You’d been so excited for this, waited on bated breath for the day to come when you got to take him with you, to be the one to play with him until your heart's content. So why did you feel like this? At 11 pm, your door knocked and you stood up, feeling something suspiciously like nerves prickle at you. You sneered at yourself as you moved to the door and swung it open. Billy was there but the happiness you knew he’d had earlier was gone. He looked wrecked, his face damp from tears and looking so devastated your chest felt tight. You blinked slowly at him before you moved to let him in, shutting the door behind you as he stood there anxiously.

“What's gonna… what's gonna happen to me?” he asked shakily. You’d purposely avoided it before but it wasn't like he could back out now. The contract was done so you didn’t need to be afraid he'd change his mind. It was far too late for that.

“I’m gonna kill you… I’ll make it painless. Then you’ll be going to the fire and brimstone downstairs with me. You belong to me so I’ll be the one to torture you. Eventually you’ll have a choice to make… you can continue to suffer for the rest of eternity or… or you could give up your humanity and become like me,” you murmured. You could feel the fear radiate off him in waves but worse than that was the utter devastation over what he was leaving behind. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his breathing coming in sharp and fast as he nodded.

“Okay… okay… I’m ready,” he muttered, not sounding ready in the least. You stepped closer to him and he tensed, closing his eyes as his jaw clenched. You frowned to yourself, his sadness felt like it was smothering you, like it was choking you and you hated it. You moved to lay your hand over his chest, hating the tightness in your own as you looked at him. Tears rolled down his perfect cheeks, his eyes still closed as he awaited whatever hell you were about to bring him. Your own distress had the paintings on the wall vibrating and it was taking all of your willpower to stop the apartment building from falling down around you. He cried out in pain and your lower lip wobbled a little, your hand not leaving his chest as he yelled and almost fell over. His skin lit up like the first time, only this time, the words started to fade from his skin slowly. When you were done, he fell to his knees before blinking up at you confused, swaying where he knelt from the pain.

“You need to leave,” you insisted firmly, unable to look at him any longer. You felt like you were wound so tightly that you were about to snap.

“What?” he asked confused, his voice raspy and raw. You sniffled, wiping your face to find horribly enough, you were crying.

“Get out! The contract’s gone!” you yelled, making him look at you in shock. The walls started to tremble like a small earthquake was sweeping through the place and he grabbed the wall to help him stand on shaky legs, looking confused and lost. You knew he wanted to ask why, that the question was on the tip of his tongue, but as the walls shook harder and the lights started to flicker, he gave you one last look before he made a mad dash to leave the apartment like he thought you might change your mind. The second your door shut, you let out a rageful yell and the entire building groaned. You could hear car alarms going off in the street as you fell to your knees on the floor. You were going to get in so much trouble for this, you knew you were. You’d be dragged back down there to be on the receiving end of the torture for a while yet for some reason, it felt better than having Billy in your place. You whimpered as you felt it, the call from the big man downstairs as he summoned you. Years felt different down there, one year felt like a hundred. You wondered if he’d torture you so much that the remaining part of your soul would be gone but you knew he wouldn’t be merciful with you, not with what you’d done. You still weren't quite sure just why you’d done it. Unsure why you had allowed a simple human to affect you so deeply.

It was supposed to be simple. You offered them whatever they wanted and you got their soul in return. You’d forget about them soon after and it would be up to your hellhound to collect them and someone else downstairs to deal with them. Yet, from the moment you laid eyes on Billy, he’d been different. There had been a pull to him like no other, a pull that had you breaking all the rules just to make things easier for him. Why did you care enough to make things easier? Why did you care to give him more time than people usually got? Why did you care so much about how wounded he was to leave this life behind now he finally got his happy ever after? You were ruthless, brutal. Your name had been nightmare-inducing for centuries with the things you’d done. You’d killed people just for the fun of it, relished in taking away things people loved just to see them hurt. Fear, pain and suffering were your heroin, the things that gave you life. Selflessness wasn’t in your nature, even if you were attached to him for some reason. You’d owned his soul, it had been yours, in writing. Any attachment you felt for him should have only increased the possessiveness you’d felt towards him, making you want him down there with you even more no matter how he felt about it. Instead, you’d broken the contract, to let him live his life until it was his time to go and he’d be doing it all without you. Why the hell had you let him go?

—-

Two Years Later

You hurried down the street, glancing at your watch as you went knowing you’d be late. Your boss really wasn't known for having patience. You heard a car honk and you glanced over your shoulder briefly, drawn by the noise, but it caused you to collide with someone in the street. You squeaked, feeling the world tilt for a second before you were caught by strong hands that helped you stay upright.

“Shit, I’m sorry… Y/N?” the voice asked. You looked up at the man as he let you go, blinking up at him in confusion.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” you asked slowly, your eyes trailing his face. He was stupidly handsome and wearing a suit that looked like it was made just for him. He had the darkest eyes you’d ever seen and he was breathtaking. You were pretty sure you’d remember a face like this. A deep frown creased his brows then as he tilted his head.

“Billy… Billy Russo?” he phrased it like a question but you shook your head, it still not ringing a bell.

“Nope, sorry,” you shrugged apologetically. You didn’t think his frown could get any deeper but you’d been wrong and he blinked rapidly, glancing around before his eyes settled back on you.

“I can’t tell if you’re fuckin’ with me or not. You don’t remember me? From two years ago? I sold my soul to you and then you let me go. I went back to your place a few days later to ask why you did it but you weren't there,” he muttered, sounding a little annoyed.

“You.. sold your soul to me?” you asked warily, taking a step backwards without thinking. Of course, the handsome one had to be a little crazy, you weren’t surprised. It didn’t negate the fact he had known your name though and it was mildly unsettling. He was giving you a weird look you couldn't quite place and you wrapped your arms around yourself feeling more than uncomfortable at the exchange.

“Look, Mr… I don’t know you and maybe you need to see a professional or something but I need to go. I’m late for work,” you insisted, giving him a wary look before you moved around him and started to walk hurriedly down the street. You found your eyes drifting over your shoulder, unable to help yourself like a magnet was drawing you. The man, Billy, was already looking at you, standing in the middle of the sidewalk as people walked around him. He looked a mix of confused and sad as he stared at you and something itched in the back of your brain that you couldn't place. You blinked quickly before turning back the right way, not wanting to bump into anyone else. You really needed to get your ass to work, the library books wouldn’t sort themselves.

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tracle0 · 3 years ago

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hey hi, happy storyteller satursunday! I remember you posting a super neat ramble a while back about TSS and language? among other things you mentioned you were telling the story as a translator! I was wondering if there are any fun language facts you can tell me about how things might differ between original and translation? would there be certain untranslatable concepts? any odd idioms or phrases that pop up that we might not be familiar with? anything that might get lost in translation and require a footnote or two? :P or maybe in general, 'cause you talked about uhhhh potentially having spoken differences between spider and Spider for instance - any other funky little twists like that for how language operates? ok bye have a lovely day xoxoxo

Hi hello! Read this yesterday and went “oh boy” so that’s a good reaction! Sunday now! Hi!

So mmm yeah! The way I approach TSS and TCD is as a translator - but it’s more for convenience than anything? If I were to try to make up new weekdays and units of measurements and swears and numbers constantly, it’d be hard to follow the story because you’re juggling all these essentially useless facts.

Like. Sure, it’s cool to know that “Jyipday” originated as a tribute to the Rabbit for whatever reason, but it’s not necessary to the plot. So to make it easier and to stop myself from going “hey why would they have Thursday without Norse mythology” I just approach the entire story as if I’m translating it into normal English.

I can totally tell you some cool language bits though lmao I have a grand total of four (4) idioms that I’ve come up with since starting this.

First of all, if you were to think someone were lying to you, you might accuse them of “spitting Spiders” on account of the Spider being the god of lying. Not many people believe it’s hugely active in the world they’re wrong but they’re aware of it enough to assume all lies stem back to it.

Example in a sentence: “Can you believe that asshole looked me in the eye and said that? Spitting Spiders the whole time, I’m telling you.”

Second; if someone were to be a bit of a daydreamer or be a bit drifting in terms of attention, you could claim they were “dancing with the Magpie” - also possible as specific forms of dancing, eg: waltzing, tangoing, fukkin,,, rocking, idk, I’m a writer not a dancer. The Magpie is the god of sleep and dreams so. Yeah. Pretty self explanatory.

Example: “Dannels a good kid. Very sharp, very articulate, but he dances with the Magpie a bit too much to be the perfect student.”

Third - if you damage your nail enough that it starts to turn black (either marginally with blood trapped under it or entirely as to fall off) you’d diagnose it was a “Foxes claw” - the Fox is the god of perception, but when it sponsors people, it gives them black nails, just to mark them out really. You do not get magic if you damage your nail. You just get a damaged nail.

Example: “Yeah, the fall was pretty bad, but I’m not too hurt. Bit of a headache and a Foxes claw, nothing to worry about.”

Fourth and finally, if someone were to hyper-fixate in something, be consumed on a new topic or medium or idea to the point of obsession, you could say they were “answering the Salmons lure” (or yknow just diagnose them with ADHD or autism but whatever man). The Salmon is the god of determination, and although it doesn’t sponsor anyone, it’s often assumed that those who work tirelessly on one thing/hyper-fixate are blessed by it.

This mostly came about cause I was like hey why is there rarely if ever any mental illness in fantasy. Fuck that let’s make an idiom

Example: “I’ve not actually seen Nara for about three days. She comes down in the night for food and water, but I think she’s been pulled in by the Salmons lure again”

None of these have come up in story yet, but maybe soon. Maybe maybe.

In terms of how language exists! Re: Spider/spider/liar as different words, I’m. Mm. Settled in most places. I’d like to maybe make up specific swears and curses. I’ve been avoiding using things like “Jesus Christ!” As an exclamation cause that would imply the existence of Christianity and I do not want that.

Oh that’s a tangent actually. Religion! In world, there’s some specificity about what makes up a god - most people may accept that the gods they have are gods, but some disagree. A god has to be all powerful, and the gods they have are not - they’re limited to specific domains like sleep or heat or biology. Therefore, they are not gods. Some decide there is another, higher being above the gods they know that is a true, capital-G God, that gave the other gods their magic. Some assume it means there are no actual gods.

This is the conclusion Andy eventually reaches in TCD. The man really encounters the god of death in person and decides “nah you ain’t shit”

On! The topic of Andy, I’ll mention accents too! Glalis has a very distinct accent that’s mostly informed by the environment - because they live in a cave, there’s a need to keep their voices quiet, to prevent a horrible echo from breaking their ears constantly. The Glalis accent achieves this, hushing the harsh sounds like D or T or CH and keeping the voice soft. I personally am very happy with it

Atlas also has a fun voice but that’s not really any language or accent thing, just a hangover from original Sonder, and tiny tiny me going “well they’re not a girl or a boy, so what kind of voice would they have?” Two voices is apparently the answer, one high, one low, harmonising to make their words. They are an excellent mimic.

Maybe a good time to mention that the main characters names might not… actually be their names?

I mean, the main offender is Atlas tbh. Much like Norse mythology does not exist in TSS, neither does Greek mythology, which is the root of their name, with the titan who holds up the sky. I could brush it aside as “atlas” having another origin as a word…

Or I could be difficult about it!

See I know their name would have to be something map related - specifically because Sam comments on it at one point. I could brush it aside as their name sounding like whatever the god of the planet or earth or fakkin… mapmaking is, but I can’t see the Spider letting one of its servants be named after another god. I could also give “map” a proper translated word, work from there to condense it into a potential name, and then claim I was translating “map” from whatever this word is, and “Atlas” as a result of the similarity.

Or.

I could just.

Let their name be Atlas.

And stop overthinking this so much lmao

#TSS #asks #STS #thank you kindly for the question I was thinking about it for a lot of yesterday #The general and condensed answer is that no language has not been implemented a lot in tss #For the simple fact that I’m lazy and language creation is not a part of writing that I enjoy a lot #I mean I do sometimes but often for a little funny moment #Like there’s a city called Ooking that is called Ooking cause my friend spelt “cooking” wrong and I thought it looked funny #Other times I just make up words to be locations. Teekon. Glalis. Just nonsense words #But I do overthink things behind the curtain. Would they know what X concept is without Y history.#Would they call this style by its recognised name if the historical context behind it didn’t exist #It’s something I’d like to address more at a later point maybe but. Yknow. Still actually trying to write TCD so?#Hey there’s some good news - I’ve got a new potential approach for TCD that I’m trying. Wish me luck I want it to go well #It’s a wild experiment and I approached it with “this is probably not going to work so whatever”#Which is how I end up striking gold I think. Assume no one will ever read it and be self indulgent as much as possible.#Wish I could turn that setting in my brain on and off as desired lmao #anyway yeah language! The same amount of thought has gone into Sam and Andy and Dollys names as well #Andy will always be Peep I will not change that #Can Dolly be Cardinal? That’s a whole ass bird yo #Is Samantha allowed? Hell if I know #Goes into the Crow having a new name and wondering if a crow would have a different word to dictate it #But. Mm. General answer: these things do not affect the plot. I am not commanded by the plot #I enjoy the stupid tangents as much as anyone else but there is a line of “this is fun and I’ll let it continue”#And “this is now a headache to think about and actively detracts from understanding the story so I will not entertain”#Oh hey since I started maybe trying to write TCD again I’ve been seeing SO many spiders #I will not detail cause I know you don’t like them but. I’m being targeted I think. Damn arachnid.#I also had. Thoughts about Glalis history and how that dictates what they do in the current day. Maybe a ramble for later #It talks about how the kingdom was founded and the fact they have a god right there who rarely does anything and why not #Anyway! I’m gonna get some breakfast now. Thank you for the brain teaser! Love you mwah many happy wishes on your day

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chateautae · 4 years ago

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flirt | pjm. (m)

➵ summary : park jimin is a notorious flirt, but so are you. when you both meet at a party after weeks of back and forth, it’s a matter of time before somebody gives in

➵ pairing : jimin x reader

➵ genre : college!au, sexual tension, smut, pwp

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 4k

➵ warnings : super suggestive flirting, alcohol consumption (both parties able to consent), swearing, light dom and sub themes, soft dom!jimin, brat!reader, little bit of brat-handling, dirty talk, praising but also degradation? it’s hot i promise, use of slut, slight body worshipping, mentions of oral, jimin is hot and yes that’s a warning in itself, breast play, unprotected sex, penetrative + rough sex, bit of angsty sex, creampie cause i seem to not like it any other way

➵ a/n : and my first jimin fic is here!! dear god i love this boy to the moon and back so i got a bit carried with him lmao, hopefully this isn’t terrible cause i still need to edit it but your support and feedback are always appreciated!! <3

2 hours.

2 hours since you first came to this party. You’ve bumped into at least a hundred people, danced your legs numb, God knew how many and what concoction of drinks were inebriating your system and still, you hadn’t seen Park Jimin the whole night.

The only reason you even dragged yourself to this party was because of him. You were initially bailing on the annual ‘one-last-hurrah-before-midterms’ party because you, like everyone else here had midterms haunting them Monday. It was Friday night and as the ever diligent student, you were planning to study over the weekend.

Though your nagging best friend Hoseok had other plans, threatening you to come with every piece of dirt he had on you until he finally sprinkled Jimin’s name into the mix. You couldn’t lie, it was the only reason you decided to hell with your education, wiggled into a barely-there dress and waltzed in with Hoseok ready to take the night on.

But when you hadn’t seen Jimin at all, you were left annoyed, pissed off and with a headache raking your brain.

Seeing him was a selfish desire, one you’d develop after realizing you had met your match when you first encountered Jimin. You were always fairly notorious for your flirtatious habits and touchiness, a sort of trademark of yours and the same was always said about a ‘Park Jimin’ unknown to you, sometimes described to be an even bigger flirt.

It automatically intrigued you, curious of what kind of rival you secretly harbored until one day, you chanced upon Hoseok who just so happened to be with Jimin.

At first, you didn't think Jimin could be a daring flirt. He had this sweet smile and disciplined way of speaking that screamed innocent to you, his mannerisms and demeanor shy and introverted. He didn’t make big moves and so you wrote him off as just that.

But it wasn’t until you started seeing him outside your class’ building, alone, and multiple times after that, enough for you to realize he was anything but shy or innocent.

You ended up observing that a) he was sex on legs, b) easily flipped between the persona of an angel and a demon and c) anything he did could seem flirting.

You two hit it off without a hitch, your flirtatious tendencies meeting to form a relationship of mutual interest. It was clear as day, both your actions almost always held some sort of unknown intentions behind them, your every saying a double meaning.

It became the norm between you two, anytime you met turning into a conversation riddled with innuendos, suggestive lip-biting or eyes that couldn’t help but wander. And you weren't stupid, you could tell he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You two were dangerous, testing the limits of either’s control, hoping someone would give in and only left disappointed when nobody did.

So when Hoseok mentioned this party, and graciously added Park Jimin’s name to it, you knew this was your chance. A party with buzzing bodies, loud music and copious amounts of alcohol was bound to set him off, especially if you were dressed scandalously and felt bolder with liquid courage pumping through your system.

But it’d been 2 hours, and you hadn’t seen him all night. You were taking another shot in the kitchen, sulking by yourself and reflecting on the fact that you’d been duped by Hoseok. This party became useless to you, a mere waste of your time as you quickly discarded your cup and began stomping out of the kitchen.

You ventured further into the house to look for Hoseok’s 5’10 ass, tell him he’s the worst best friend for lying to you and that you were leaving this disappointment of a party.

You stepped around people mindfully, dodging them until you rammed smack dab into someone’s back, scrambling for an apology before looking at the unaffected victim.

Park fucking Jimin.

“Y/N!” Jimin beamed, holding a drink in his hand as he smiled widely.

“Jimin, hey! I thought you didn’t come tonight.” You attempted biting back your smile from finally finding him, shouting over the bass of the music as you met him on the dance floor.

“I just ran late. You know me, of course I’d be here!” Jimin raised his drink to his plump lips and sipped, stepping side-to-side in rhythm with the music.

You couldn’t make him out that well, the disco lights of whatever lights system the only means of seeing him in the dark, but you swear the smirky grin on his face as he scanned you over wasn’t just a figment of your imagination, ecstatic that you already seemed to be reeling him in. “Do you want a drink?”

“No, I already had-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as someone’s raging body stumbled into yours suddenly, sending you off balance until Jimin reached out for you cautiously.

“Woah, easy there.” Jimin’s arms quickly held you, flashing a scolding look at the person who bumped into you and pulling you towards himself. ��Are you here with someone tonight?”

“Yeah, Hoseok! I was looking for him.”

“Why’s that?”

“I.. wasn’t having fun, so I wanted to leave with him.” You swiftly masked the real truth, your voice becoming less of a shout as Jimin encased you, just a few centimeters between your bodies as you peered up at him, cheeks flushed with heat and alcohol.

“Leave with him? Damn, didn’t know you two were like that.” Jimin flashed you a suggestive look, raising his eyebrows.

“Shut up, you know we’re just best friends.” You both erupted into a fit of chuckles as you hit his chest, your hand smacking against his jacket and now that you were close, registered what a meal he looked like tonight; ripped black jeans, plain white t-shirt underneath a distressed jean jacket, all pulled together sexily by his tousled hair, small hoop earrings and a Chanel necklace decorating his neck.

Dear God, how many times you’ve ached to kiss that pretty, pretty neck.

You internally groaned, habitually drawing closer to him as you enjoyed the warmth of his body, nostrils filling with the familiar scent of his intoxicating cologne.

“So I hear you wanna have some fun.” Jimin perked up, eyes amused and hands smoothing over your sides slowly after faltering from your arms.

“Are you suggesting I’ll have fun with you?”

“Of course, gorgeous, but up to you how we do that.” Jimin stepped dangerously closer to you as his voice lowered, your face tucked into his chest as his body blocked other people from touching you.

Excitement shot to your center at his use of a pet name, a common occurrence during your exchanges though his choices of which always an added thrill.

“And what if I just want to leave and eat at a diner instead?”

“Then I’d definitely take you, food and you? A win in my book.”

You cocked an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Adding me to the mix suddenly makes it a win? I’m not the one on the menu, Park.”

Jimin’s eyes seem to blow out, leaning down as his plushy lips ghosted your ear as he spoke, tone darkened, “We can change that, princess.”

A thrill shot throughout your body, hyper aware of his lips mere inches from your face as your heart began to race, turning towards him expectantly.

You began advancing slowly to decrease the gap between your mouths, feeling him inch forward in response, letting him hover just above your lips for a tease before you stopped, “I’d like to see you try, Park.”

Then you abruptly turned out of his hold and walked away, making it through a few people into a hallway, allowing yourself to breathe. You loved teasing Jimin, it was an incredibly entertaining pass time but dear God, did it knock the fucking wind out of you.

You were mentally recuperating from the fact that he almost let you kiss him, distracted as you stepped away until someone suddenly snatched your arm and pinned you against the nearest wall. You were honestly shocked to see Jimin, surprised he actually took your bait and stayed on your trail to stop you. His dancing eyes held nothing but greed, evident even in the darkness of the party.

“You know just how to test people, don’t you?” Jimin warned as he narrowed his dangerous eyes at you, holding your hot-skinned wrists against the cool wall.

“Of course I do, it makes things fun and last time I checked,” You brought your face to his and left only an inch between you two, “that’s just what I want.”

Jimin visibly grew less tamed, glancing down towards your lips as he tried breathing controllably, “Careful what you wish for, princess. It might come true.”

“And if that’s what I want?” You titled your head expectantly, licking your lips as you watched Jimin bite his own. He eyed you the whole time, making it a statement to drink you in every inch of you.

You could smell the alcohol on him, assuming liquor was the only driving force behind his actions but then contemplated his level-headedness, his coherent speech and clear judgment in this moment.

Jimin was choosing to chase after you, choosing to not let you go after weeks of incessant back and fourth and you knew you were finally getting closer to exactly what you wanted.

Park Jimin giving in.

“You’re fucking hot.” Jimin commented, eyes eating you up hungrily.

“You’re hotter.” You grinned and leaned back against the wall, cleavage unintentionally popping out for him and Jimin’s look immediately shifted, bringing his body closer against yours.

“You look submissive as hell right now, is that what you like? To be dominated?”

“Only if you like to dominate.”

Jimin could feel the reigns on his control snapping, biting down to contain his raw desire to fuck you. He’s been holding himself back, knowing you seemed willing on your end of the interactions but never wanting to take the leap in case it was all just an act.

But as he watched you go along with his every comment, staring back at him with the same devious eyes and practically offering yourself to him in his hold, he knew you weren’t acting at all.

“You talk a big game, but can you put your money where your mouth is?” Jimin leaned his hips against yours, ensuring you could feel his growing hardness.

“My mouth can do a lot of fucking things, Park.” You jutted your hips into his.

Jimin shut his eyes frustratedly before he re-opened them, a downright obsidian colour taking them over.

“Go the fuck upstairs.”

“Wh-”

“I said, go the fuck upstairs.” Jimin demanded, looking at you with conviction so searing you in fact did become submissive.

“W-which room-” You didn’t complete your question as Jimin’s deft hands encased you and lifted you off the ground, bridal-style.

“Jimin-!” You exclaimed.

“Say another word and I’ll make sure you feel me in your throat.”

You immediately swallowed your mouth shut as Jimin cluthed you to him, core alighting with desire as he carried you up the stairs. Jimin arrived at the second floor and rushed towards the first room with an ajar door, shutting it with your feet after entering.

He made towards the bed and practically threw you onto it, stepping away to lock the door before leaning against it, arms crossed and serious.

“You sure you want this?” His voice came out considerate, no haste or pressure.

“Yes, Jimin.”

“You’re completely sure?”

You nodded incessantly.

“I need your words, Y/N.”

“Yes.” You affirmed, unintentionally becoming submissive as you awaited him, and Jimin couldn't resist you, not any longer. He made towards your smaller figure on the bed and immediately crashed his lips onto yours, knee sinking into the mattress as he leaned over you, splaying you onto the bed.

He held your wrists against the sheets, kissing you open as his plump lips worked tirelessly against your mouth. He continued to swallow you, opening up to catch all of you as he sank further downwards to feel your body arch into his.

His wet tongue glided over your lips and you welcomed him in lightspeed, letting his muscle entangle with yours hastily and you instantly loved the taste of him.

Jimin’s kisses began deepening, exploring your mouth like he was dehydrated and your mouth was fresh water. His thigh began pressing against your core and you moaned into his mouth as Jimin disconnected from you, panting for air.

“Don’t fucking do that.” He voiced frustratedly, his full lips swollen and pink as he tried to contain himself.

“Do what?”

“Fucking moan, it does shit to me.”

“Sucks for you, I’m responsive as fuck.” You snipped as his sudden confession made you hot, squishing your thighs together. Jimin took notice and he flashed a look at your core.

“Responsive, huh?” Jimin let go of your wrist, sliding his hand down your body before pressing his fingers to your heat through your dress. You instantly gasped, arching as you felt your walls clench around absolutely nothing.

“J-Jimin.” you warned him weakly.

“Mm?” Jimin paid no attention as he lowered himself to your neck and began kissing, tonguing, sucking at a spot that had you cowering and squirming underneath him.

You groaned as your free hand tangled into his hair, hugging him to your neck as you basked in the glory of his plush lips devouring you. He was laving and nibbling at your skin, continuously kissing the area of your carotid all while rubbing his hand against your clothed cunt. Jimin began rutting his body against yours, the tip of his cock prodding you the more he moved.

“Fuck you, Jimin. This isn’t fair.” You moaned breathlessly

“As fair as it gets, princess. You wanted to see my try, yeah?” Jimin suddenly stopped his movements on your core and slid his hand up your bare thigh, only to shift your stained panties to the side and glide his fingers all over your bare pussy. You gasped Jimin’s name and tugged at his hair harshly, the alcohol hazing everything over with sensitivity and trying to sustain the sheer amount of pleasure he was rewarding you.

“N-nothing’s fair about this.”

Jimin smoothed the pads of his fingers over your slick core, eliciting your incessant gasps, “Fuck with my ego and I fuck with you, baby.”

He was leaving purple marks all along your neck and chest, moving down to the valley of your breasts and you whined headily, hating that he had such an advantage in this position.

You immediately grew bold enough to push him off by his chest, detaching him as Jimin looked at you confused. “Y/N, what the fu-” was all Jimin could get out before you stood up and gripped his cock through his pants, his breath immediately hitching. He looked at you with surprised eyes, growing weaker in your hold as you walked him back against a vanity in the room.

You had no clue who this room belonged to, but you could care less when you were minutes away from getting fucked by Park Jimin.

He let out breathy little moans as you palmed him, shutting his eyes in bliss as he turned harder by the second, leaning back against the counter. You planted your lips to his neck and mouthed fervently, making sure you embellished his skin with your desire for him. “F-fuck. Y/N, this isn’t fair.”

“Fuck with my ego and I fuck with you, baby.” You mocked him and began rubbing at his shaft, sucking hickies onto his pretty neck and licking over the areas your teeth grazed. Jimin continued groaning, hugging you close to him as he fisted his hands against your body, trying everything to cherish the pleasure he felt.

The person he’s been desiring ever since he heard about you, his every nerve thrilled by your ability to counter him, match his energy of constant flirting and testing the waters, venturing further than him sometimes.

You were just so tempting and Jimin wanted every last bit of you.

That sentiment increased when he felt your hands snake towards the belt of his jeans, unbuckling harshly with need so apparent he wanted nothing but to stuff your walls, now.

“No, fuck off, getting inside you first.” Jimin denied your hands, capturing them in his hold.

You instantly whined, “But Jimin, want you to fuck my face.” You pouted into his neck, kissing along his collar bones as you rutted against him.

“Fucking God, I’m destroying you for that.” Jimin wrapped you up in his arms and switched the positions, shoving you against the vanity, your ass on the edge of the counter as Jimin stood in between your spread out legs, lips meeting yours again.

Jimin lifted the skirt of your dress up and over your backside, pooling around your waist as his hands slid over your fleshy thighs to the band of your panties. He pulled only to snap them back against your skin, the contact making you gasp.

“Why the fuck are you still wearing these?”

“And why the fuck are you still wearing clothes?” You chastised, hands greedily shoving his jacket off him even with your mouth attached to his.

Jimin didn’t allow the action to compromise your kiss either, practically ripping his jacket off and breathing hard against you as he threw it away. He then pulled his t-shirt over himself, revealing his toned, lean body underneath and only leaving his Chanel necklace hanging over his bare chest. You licked your lips at the sight of his smooth and pretty body, the outline of his abs like a work of art.

You reached out to touch him, his face and skin flushed with lust as he watched you. “You’re so hot, Jimin, so pretty.” You praised, eyes ogling him.

Jimin smirked proudly before speaking, “Your turn.”

He searched for the zipper of your dress and unzipped hastily, peeling away the top to reveal your naked breasts and now it was his turn to ogle at you.

“Fuck me, you’re prettier.” He huffed out, eyes blown out entirely.

“Probably not as pretty as your cock, let me suck.” You pouted playfully and pulled him closer to you with the back of your shins, hands greedily feeling up his bare chest.

“Only good girls get to suck my dick.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, you’re a fucking brat and a half.” Jimin started kneading your breasts, licking his lips as he watched you spread your legs wider for him and lean your head back out of pure bliss.

“I am not a brat, you just fucking take 10 years to get it on.” You snapped back, moaning in between at the way he groped your breasts, rolling the buds of your nipples with his fingertips.

“Sorry I was a fucking gentleman, didn’t know you were such a cock-hungry slut.” Jimin bit as he planted his thick lips to your perched nipple, eliciting curses from you as his tongue began swirling around, sucking teasingly.

“You just can’t fuck, isn’t it? All bark and no bite?”

Jimin scoffed darkly at that, sucking harder on your sensitive nipples before letting go with a pop. “I’ll fucking break you is why I kept holding off, you’ll regret this, princess.”

“Break me then, Jimin, please. Fuck me like you say you will, I need you.” Your arousal became unbearable as you grew hornier, rocking your hips against him for friction while he laved at either of your nipples.

“I will, baby. Get these off and I’ll fuck you so good.” Jimin tugged at your panties and you lifted your ass for him to discard them.

You unhooked Jimin’s belt and shoved into his pants, pulling his boxers and jeans down until you finally freed his leaking length, thick and throbbing to be treated.

What you always thought was right, his cock was pretty just like him. You graciously pumped him, spreading his pre-cum over the head as you watched him lean his head back, kissing under his jaw.

“So pretty, Jimin, just like you.”

Jimin stopped caring about any and everything and instantly grabbed one of your legs, spreading you wide open for him and situated himself before your entrance.

He brought a hand over yours pumping his member and moved you quicker against his hot flesh, looking down at the lewd scene and your pretty pussy aching for him.

“Look at you soaking, baby, so much prettier.”

You moaned needily, the back of your shins urging Jimin closer to you again as you whined. “Jimin..”

“Raw?” he breathed impatiently.

“Fuck yes, birth control.”

Jimin didn’t even take a millisecond before he was pushing against your hole, placing the hand that was pumping his member now against your pelvic bone, pressing down to feel himself sink inside of you.

You instantly careened, moaning out so loud that if there wasn’t music blaring in the house, everyone would know how stuffed Jimin made you feel.

“Fuck-Jimin! Stop doing that, it feels too fucking good..!” You nearly cried, the pressure of Jimin’s hand making you feel any and every ridge, vein and hardness of his thick cock, your walls drinking him in.

“Fuck you, this is what you get.” Jimin blurted as he buried himself to the hilt, groaning satisfyingly at your warm walls hugging him before plunging to make out with you.

Jimin began fucking you with conviction, determination to drive you insane for him as he spread you open. He thrusted fast and hard from the get-go, neglecting to set a pace knowing how much of a cock-loving brat you were. His thumb resting just above your clit dipped down to lightly play with your bud, tease it, all the while licking into your mouth and thrusting into you.

You gasped hard, so much that Jimin’s name was the only thing coherent within them and he swallowed all your sounds with his lips. Your body was on fire at the drag of his cock, shocked at how wet you were when he hadn’t even fingered or eaten you out, his cock doing all the work, leaving you only thinking of Park Jimin’s sheer power.

You wanted all of him so badly, wanted him to ruin you, destroy you like he said he would, fuck you open like he always insinuated he would.

“Jimin, please, harder! Fuck me like the brat I am, teach me a fucking lesson.”

“Princess likes it hard, huh? Want me to fuck this pussy up? Make it all mine?” Jimin’s words were so filthy they had you clutching onto him tightly, arousal gushing from you as Jimin impaled you harder, snapping into you.

His thumb continued its onslaught, your walls convulsing to his every stroke as you gripped his shoulders and kissed him, biting his plushy bottom lip as he fucked you harder.

“Mm, Jimin, fuck!” Your tits bounced as he pounded into you, taking his every thrust like a champ and he damn well shook the entire vanity, continuously drilling your hole as he gave no room for mercy. Your hands snaked into his hair and tugged, making him groan in approval and he only pushed you open wider in response.

“You pretty brat, look at you getting what you want. Fucked like the cock-loving princess you are.” Jimin breathed against your mouth, his skin slicking with sweat as he worked tirelessly against your opening, battering your pussy with an unforgiving speed.

“You would’ve gotten your dick sucked, but apparently-” you shuddered breathily, “I w-wasn’t a good girl.” You felt weak from his repeated onslaught, the bubbling pleasure in your gut keeping you going.

“Yeah, so fucking behave and maybe I’ll let you choke on my dick.”

“Y-you stop playing games and maybe I’ll let you eat my pussy.”

Jimin only ticked his head to the side as he chuckled darkly, starting to propel his thick cock into your gut and raging at your clit so roughly, you gasped as you carved your pleasure into his skin. Jimin did the same as he bore his fingers into you, a hand squeezing your thigh harshly as he held your leg and your walls fluttered around him, moans growing higher in pitch.

“Jimin! I’m gonna-“ you didn’t even complete your sentence as your walls clamped around him, orgasm washing over you so quickly you barely realized it came. You clenched him like a vice and panted hard against his mouth, Jimin finally coming undone as well, spurts of cum painting your insides and filling you to the brim, certain he’d leak out of you for hours.

You felt stuffed, so full of him you were hazed over with post-orgasm bliss, mind unwinding from any trifling matter on Earth. Your forehead slacked against his shoulder as you both panted for air, sweating as Jimin held your weak body in his arms.

His cock remained shoved inside you, the throbbing letting up on both of you as your highs settled down.

“You..” Jimin swallowed dryly, breathing. “took me like a good girl. Maybe you can suck me off next time.”

“Next time?” You breathed labourly, turning your face towards his.

Jimin peered down at you resting against him, biting back a grin. “Of course, there’s always a next time with flirts like us.”

#thebtswritersclub #jimin x reader #jimin smut #park jimin x reader #bts smut #jimin scenario #jimin fanfiction #park jimin #park jimin college au #bangtanhq

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illfoandillfie · 4 years ago

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Pet Names, Double Dates and Other Fiascos

READ PLATONICALLY

Request: SECOND ARO FIC OH MY GOD !!!! maybe them getting a lil dirty and ben really does a number on reader, so he takes her to mcdonalds or sumn and the waiter says something along the lines of “you’re such a cute couple!” and reader gets really uncomfortable with it maybe??? and ben being taking her home and cuddling her PLATONICALLY and he’s like “it’s ok we don’t need to let anyone else’s opinions affect us”

Pairing: Aromantic!Fem!Reader x Ben Hardy

Summary: It's (nearly) all fun and games until someone assumes your relationship is romantic.

Warnings: Smut, kitchen sex, floor sex, oral sex (f receiving), a mild hint at choking, vaguely dom!Ben but not intentionally lmao, discussions of aromanticism and queerplatonic relationships, not as dialogue heavy as the first part though.

Words: 7, 264

A/N: Happy Arospec Awareness Week!! Big thanks to the anon who sent in that request when I asked for ideas for future chapters. I put a little bit of a twist on your idea but it’s fundamentally the same. Also the last scene is one that I’ve been thinking about for literal months now and I finally managed to fit it into a fic!

As always, if you’re curious about anything to do with aromanticism I am very happy to talk about it and answer questions!

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The day had started off well. You woke with Ben tucked up under your arm, his legs curled up towards his chest since you’d stole the covers as you’d slept. Your face was pressed against the back of his neck and you felt him shift as you sighed sleepily and tried to keep from waking. Squeezing your eyes shut and pretending you hadn’t stirred must have worked because the next thing you knew was waking up to an empty bed and tinkly tapping sounds from somewhere else in the apartment. Groggily you shuffled out from the inviting comfort of the mattress, stretched, and pulled down the hem of the shirt you’d slept in to better cover your otherwise bare thighs before following the noises. You found Ben, still in his pyjamas (well, his boxer briefs) in the kitchen, dropping a couple of toasted waffles onto a plate, humming to himself.

“That for me?” you asked, stifling a yawn. “It can be,” he said, passing the plate to you with a quick kiss on your cheek, “There’s some cut up fruit and the maple syrup out on the coffee table and there’s coffee brewing over there,” “Thanks Benny,” “You’re welcome, Puddin’,” “Puddin’?” “I thought it was cute,” “Very cute.” You laughed as you reached for your coffee, unable to help but smile as you left the room. The first few months of your partnership had taken some adjusting and one thing Ben had decided he would do to make you both feel more at home with the dynamic was to come up with some non-romantic based terms of endearment for you. You’d vetoed things like baby and honey straight away, all of them a little too heavily skewed towards romance, or just reminders of past relationships you’d tried to force yourself into, for you to enjoy them. But, as Ben had said, he liked a good pet name, and he’d seemingly been determined to prove as much, constantly coming up with new things to call you. You, never really one for pet names anyway, mostly stuck with Benny or Benjamin if the situation called for something longer but you had a few other go-tos – things like Pet and Blondie as signs of affection, or Handsome and Tiger when you wanted to make him blush.

A few minutes later Ben joined you on the couch, placing his coffee down beside yours, almost spilling it as he watched the news story that was playing. “Remember we’ve got that double date with Jill and Martin this afternoon,” you said, the memory only just coming to you yourself. “Yeah, what time was that?” “Hang on, I’ll check the chat.” You scrolled through the messages on your phone with one hand while you ate with the other, “uhhh right, yeah, meeting at the bowling alley at 1.30.” “Bowling? Good, better than another shitty movie,” You laughed, “hey the last one they picked wasn’t too bad.” “Yeah I know, just not in the mood for it since I’ve been on set all week. I know if I went to the cinema now I’d just get distracted thinking about all the behind the scenes stuff which isn’t ideal for becoming invested in the story. Plus they’re always choosing romcoms, doesn’t that get annoying for you?” “Not really,” you shrugged, “I mean, do I sometimes wish they’d branch out? Sure. But I enjoy romance in fiction I just don’t need it in my real life. Don’t get me wrong though, very happy to do something different this time.” “How long d’you think we’ll be out?” You shrugged, “A few hours maybe?” “We should pop to the shop on the way back then. You need milk and we could get something nice for dinner.” “Sounds good. Does that mean you’re staying over again tonight?” “I was planning to, yeah. Barely saw you last week so I was hoping to spend all weekend with you to make up for it.” “Bet you regret agreeing to go out with them now,” “Kinda. S’pose it’s too late to cancel though,” “Nah you still could but you know they’ll get stroppy about it and we’ll have to go out with them next week. They don’t have any other couple friends since Neil and Percy split and Bianca took her fella overseas.” “Yeah, wasn’t seriously suggesting it.” “What would the plan have been if we did cancel?” Ben chewed a mouthful of fruit thoughtfully, “you, me, your bed. No need to be too quiet since Sophie’s still out,” he glanced at your roommate’s bedroom door, his eyes swinging back to you as he continued, “Or y’know, we could do a puzzle and listen to music all day, have a cat nap after lunch, whatever.” “You’re cute when you’re being all lazy,” “There would be nothing lazy about it thank you very much,” “Cat naps aren’t lazy?” “You know that’s not the part I was talking about,” “It wasn’t? Then what won’t be lazy,” you tried to hold back a giggle in the middle of your faux confusion but broke when Ben blew a raspberry at you in response.

Nothing more was said about cancelling as you finished your breakfast, though truthfully you probably wouldn’t have minded if Ben had cried off sick and rescheduled the double date. But you both decided that Sunday would be a day for just the two of you to make up for having to spend Saturday afternoon with others. Instead, you spoke of the week just passed and commented on the news still playing on the TV. When you were finished (Ben using the last corner of one of his waffles to swipe the remnant syrup from his plate) you stood and stacked the sticky dishes in your arms. Ben collected the coffee cups and a few other assorted dishes from the previous night, leading the way towards the kitchen and the dishwasher. He loaded his small collection onto the shelves before turning to grab the top plate from the pile you held. A noise of disgust rose from his throat as you held the plate out and he miscalculated the trajectory, his palm landing in a puddle of syrup and fruit juice. You were torn between laughing at his expression and taking the opportunity to toy with him a little but, always ready to tease him, your desire to see him blush won out. Trying not to smile too much, you reached forward and wrapped your hand around his wrist, pulling his palm closer so you could lick the sweet syrup from his skin. Predictably his cheeks turned pink and he pulled his lip between his teeth as you let him go with a laugh. “Bet you’re really wishing we didn’t have to go out now, huh Tiger?” Ben didn’t respond but he did react, his eyes locked on you as he swiped his fingers along the same plate and held them out in offering. Not quite sure where things were heading but very keen on finding out, you leaned forward and let your lips part slightly. He took the action for what it was, an invitation, and trailed his fingertips across your lower lip before slipping them between the two. He watched closely as you sucked his fingers deeper, using your tongue to lick up the sweet residue. There was still an element of novelty with this aspect of your partnership. Still part of you that was intensely aware that it was Ben’s fingers in your mouth. There wasn’t any hesitation though, hadn’t been since that first time when you’d both had to psych yourselves up to actually look at each other naked. But there was a part of your brain that was almost surprised when you found yourselves at the edge of a sexual situation. You suspected he was similarly discombobulated by how easy it was for you to end up there, how frequently playful teasing and friendly jokes turned into hands grasping at bed sheets and breathless moans against sweat-slick skin. He pulled his fingers free from your lips, unwilling or perhaps unable to shift his gaze away from the thin string of saliva that connected them like some kind of erotic spider web that you were both already caught in. You waited to see what he’d do next, feeling your heart race in the pregnant pause so full of potential. And then he moved. You laughed as he grabbed you around the waist and lifted you at the same moment he stepped towards the bench, your legs instinctively wrapping around him. He kissed you too, hungrily, as if it were impossible to resist. You’d looked down at him and suddenly been pulled towards each other, lips meeting with all the force and attraction of a magnetic field. Usually, he would have had a hand against the back of your head or your jaw but carrying you meant both his hands were already occupied so instead you substituted your own, tangling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck to keep him from pulling away too far. As soon as you were safely positioned on the edge of the bench though his hands were free to fall elsewhere. One pressed against the small of your back as the other squeezed your thigh, encouraging you to keep your legs spread. Not that you could have closed them with Ben standing between them and not that the thought had even crossed your mind.

If you’d had all day Ben probably would have taken his time with you. Despite what he’d said earlier, you’d discovered Ben had a soft spot for slow and sensual intimacy. Making out that gradually built to passionate kiss-filled sex, foreplay that included soft caresses and whispered praise, anything that let him explore your body in intricate detail with his hands and lips. You’d been with guys like that before and had hated their insistence on linking hands and kissing you slowly. Those relationships never lasted long but with Ben it felt different, it felt good. Maybe it was because he knew you weren’t on board with overtly romantic acts and respected those boundaries you’d talked about so you never felt as if he were pushing you into a roll you didn’t enjoy. Or maybe he was just a better lover than they had been. Either way, it came to same result. You still preferred something less gentle and more energetic, though you felt you better understood the appeal of being held so close and kissed so tenderly. But with only a few hours before you’d have to start getting ready, Ben was inclined to speed things up a little. His hand quickly slipped up your thigh to press against your pussy, the cotton knickers you’d slept in the only thing keeping him from direct contact. You broke the kiss suddenly, the smacking sound loud in the small room, and dipped your head to press your lips to the notch between his clavicles. In response, Ben lifted his chin, exposing more of his throat to you and you took the chance to playfully nip at the junction where his neck and shoulder met. “Oi, no marks,” he said lwoly as you moved to kiss back up towards his jaw. “Afraid I’ll brand you with my initials?” “If you could legibly write your initials in hickeys I’d put up with whatever teasing the makeup ladies gave me,” “I’ll give it a crack then shall I?” Before you could so much as flick your tongue over his skin, Ben had raised a hand and placed it over your mouth to keep you from testing our your writing abilities, “Don’t think theres enough time, Sugar, but if you really want to I’ll let you try tonight, on my thigh where no one is likely to see it.” “Make it your arse and you’ve got a deal,” you said though it was a little muffled by his palm. “Fine,” he laughed, drawing his hand away, “But then I get to try it on you too,” You nodded, grinning, and then both fell into giggles, leaning against each other’s shoulders. This was what you’d hoped for when Ben had first approached you with the idea of being partners, what you’d been afraid you’d never actually find. Someone who would follow your tangential jokes even if it delayed sex. Someone you could be yourself with. You were distracted from the thought as Ben pressed his lips to your shoulder over the sleeve of your shirt. “Should I continue?” he asked, still smiling though softer, his fingertips lightly dancing over the crease of your thigh. “I’d be offended if you didn’t” “Can’t have that,” he leaned in to catch your lips once again, at the same time resuming stroking you over your panties so that you felt all the air leave your lungs in a rush. It felt good but you need more and so shifted your hips, trying to press yourself harder against his fingers. To get more leverage and better brace yourself as your centre of gravity changed, you dropped a hand behind you. Intuitively, Ben shifted the hand on your back higher and closer to your side to help keep you steady, the other still drawing lines along your clothed slit. You gasped as his thumb took up residence against your clit, rubbing it firmly so a visible damp patch began to form on your panties.

Ben grinned at you as your breath came harder and dragged his thumb back down away from your clit towards the leg of your underwear. Still watching your reactions, he twisted his fingers up under the material, gently tracing them along the same path they’d just followed only now he could feel your wetness directly. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, leaning close to your ear, as he circled your entrance with a fingertip before pressing it into you, “of how I’d like to fuck you right now. It might take a little flexibility on your part though. I mean, nothing too much, just getting your legs up on my shoulders.” Curious, and more than a little distracted by the addition of a second finger inside you, you nodded, “Sounds fun.” “Knew you’d say that. Just tell me if it’s too uncomfortable,” “Will do.” You leaned forward as Ben moved back a little, taking his fingers with him, giving you enough room to drop your hand to his crotch and grasp his stiff length through his undies, “Just get on with it.” “Puddin’ was too nice a nickname for you. Sugar too.” he gasped as you dragged your palm along his length and back again. “What’s the matter, Tiger?” “Maybe I should call you Tiger, if you’re going to keep grabbing my cock like that,” You laughed and let him go, leaning back on your palm again, “Tigress? Whatever, doesn’t matter. Are you going to fuck me or not?” “No I just wanted to get my dick hard for no reason,” he said sarcastically, poking his tongue out at you as he pushed his underwear down. “You’re such a –” you broke off with a sharp gasp as Ben tugged your underwear aside and pressed into you without warning, “dork.” Ben chucked and leaned in to kiss you quickly before readjusting your position a little by pulling you closer to him so your arse was right against the edge of the bench. Slowly he rolled his hips against you, pulling back and thrusting forward again, finding a rhythm that worked. You leaned back on both palms as Ben grabbed you by the waist, the other resting on your knee to keep it pressed against his side. “This feel alright?” he asked as he gave another thrust, hitting a spot deep inside you. “Mmhmm,” you nodded, able to feel yourself growing wetter with each stroke of his cock. “What about this?” Ben shifted first one of your legs and then the other to his shoulders, encouraging you to bend them at the knee. His hands moved to your sides, fingertips digging into your back as he pressed you even closer. The effect was that you felt as if you were almost folded in half but it wasn’t too uncomfortable. There was an almost weightless feeling to it and any slight awkwardness you felt with your chest meeting your thighs was a small price to pay for just how good Ben felt once again moving inside you. You tightened your fingers against the benchtop, wishing there was something you could grab onto as your whole body rocked with each of his thrusts, the position allowing him to penetrate you deeply, continuously brushing against a number of spots that sent electric spikes of pleasure through you. “Fuck,” was about all you could think to say. “That a good fuck?” Ben questioned, voice gruff with his exertions. “Yeah, yes, fuck, so good,” “So you like when I do this?” You let out a soft moan as he roughly fucked into you again, timing it just right. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he half laughed, turning his head to kiss your leg before leaning forward to catch your lips again. After that there wasn’t much room for talking. Ben, having assured himself that you were happy, speeded up his rhythm, clutching you tightly to keep your legs from slipping off his shoulders. His breathing became rougher, matching your own, as he drove into you, though he still kissed you as much as he could, panting against your lips, swallowing your moans and pushing whatever air he had into your lungs.

You could feel your orgasm bubbling up, like a pot of water on the verge of boiling, but knew Ben would reach his first, recognising his expression as the one he wore when he was trying to hold back from the edge. “Fu-ck you’re s-so tight,” he grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as he leaned his forehead against yours, “gonna have to pull out soon,” You could feel him pulling away and tightened your calves on either side of his neck in an effort to stop him, needing just a little more to reach your own release. “Not helping,” he groaned, suddenly unable to hold off any longer, “Shit. Y/N.” You whined as he stilled to shoot his release over your walls. “Jesus,” he said a little breathlessly, as he pulled out, your underwear slipping back over you, and rubbed his neck absentmindedly, “Didn’t expect that to finish me off. Did you…?” You shook your head, letting your leg slip to be caught in the crook of Ben’s arm. “Well let’s fix that, shall we,” he said, already letting you go to bend forward, his face right between your thighs. You felt a puff of his hot breath against you as he hooked his index finger into the crotch of your knickers, pulling it aside, and then his tongue was on you, lapping up your arousal and coming to rest against your clit. He set up camp there, focusing all his attention on the small nub. You let yourself drop back so you were holding yourself up on one elbow, your other hand on the back of Ben’s head, tugging on his hair as he drew a series of moans from you. With a particularly firm suck, you felt your cunt pulse and something warm and wet ran from you, dripping over the edge of the bench onto the cupboard door. You had an idea what it was so it surprised you when Ben released your clit to lick between your lips, catching it with his tongue and spreading it along your slit. “We taste good together,” he mumbled, going in to trace the same path over again, greedily licking up the mixture. You swore under your breath, feeling yourself right on the edge of your orgasm, unspeakably turned on by Ben lapping up the load he’d just left in you. Sensing how close you were he dragged his tongue over your clit again, quickly sliding two fingers into you to help you along. You whined his name as he pushed you over the edge, continuing to pump his fingers into you as he again sucked at your clit, not stopping until he was sure it had worked. “Thank you,” you said as he straightened up again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re such a dork,” he laughed as he kissed you again, tracing his tongue over yours. The man clearly wanted you lightheaded from lack of air. “Shut up,” you pushed yourself to sit up straight again, expecting Ben to step away and let you hop down from the bench. He didn’t though, instead absentmindedly toying with the leg of your underwear as his gaze fell to your lips. “Seriously?” Ben shrugged, “Eating you out made me hard again. And,” he quickly ran his fingers along the edge of the bench, collecting some of the mess you’d left there, “I think it’s only fair you should taste us too,” If he’s said it less earnestly you might have batted his hand away and laughed off the suggestion but something about his tone made you grab his wrist to pull his fingers towards your mouth. He hadn’t been wrong, the mix of you both did taste pretty good, though you’d already got a hint of it as he’d kissed you. “Good girl,” he breathed out, eyes heavy with lust, “think you’re up for more?” “Can we move elsewhere? The edge of the counter is digging into me.” “Okay,” Ben began tugging your underwear down and kicked off his own before pulling your shirt over your head, making you laugh. He Helped you stand and then immediately pushed you to the floor. For a moment you thought he was suggesting you give him a blowjob and were about to question him but half a second later he was following you down, laying down and pulling you on top. “I meant like the bed or the couch at least,” you said somewhere between incredulity and amusement. “Too far,” he grunted, bucking his hips to encourage you to mount him properly, “need you now.” You rolled your eyes as you sank down onto his dick, “Do I actually get to cum this time or…?” “Only if you move,” Ben growled as he grasped your hips and pulled you down onto him, making you cry out at the unexpectedly sudden sensation of being filled. He let you ride him for a bit, alternating between squeezing your thigh as he rubbed his thumb over your clit and cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples as he encouraged you to fuck yourself on his cock faster. You kept to the same steady pace though, intending to drag it out a little, make him wait. But it wasn’t long before he got fed up with the deliberately slow pace you’d cultivated. Without warning you found yourself on your back, Ben grasping your thighs as he kneeled over you, pulling your hips up a little so he could fuck you the way he wanted. Your voice shook as you moaned and writhed in his shadow, your own fingers dancing over your clit to keep building your orgasm. “Isn’t that better?” he said roughly, laughing a little as you nodded your agreement, “Making me wish I had cancelled our plans. Could stay in your pussy all day.” You whimpered and rubbed your clit harder. “C’mon Pumpkin, so close aren’t ya,” You squeezed your eyes shut, moaning when you finally tipped over the edge. But that didn’t stop Ben. He waited until your orgasm had subsided and then pushed your legs wide and up into the air so he could lay directly on top of you as he continued to pound you. Your voice shook as a moan was pulled from your throat and you squirmed beneath him, feeling yourself once again being drawn towards release. There was something about his weight pressing down on you, his breath against your ear. Something about how close he seemed, almost panting as his hips stuttered in and out of the rhythm he was desperately trying to hold on to. He mouthed at your neck as you tilted your head to accommodate him, reaching a hand down to squeeze his arse cheek. You were sore from every other way he’d fucked you, tired from the two orgasms he’d already wrung from you, and yet the thought of stopping him, of ending the incredible pleasure you felt at his hands, was the furthest thing from your mind. A scream caught in your throat as he seemed to press you even harder into the floor, your legs shaking in the air as he grit his teeth and grunted with each harsh drive into you. And then he came, gasping against your throat as he felt you cum too, finally releasing the scream you’d been holding onto until the noise turned to breaths so ragged they felt like sobs.

Ben kissed your throat and then your jaw as he came back to earth, still laying on you. “How was that?” he asked softly when you’d remained quiet for a while. You drew in a deep breath, “Pum-Pumpkin?” “What?” “You called me fucking Pumpkin of all things, while trying to get me off?” “So?” “Jesus Ben,” you half-heartedly swatted at his side, “you’re lucky I was so close that it didn’t matter otherwise I might have laughed and completely lost the orgasm.” Ben joined in your laughter, the sensation of his shaking body on top of yours slightly odd but mostly quite comforting. Until he shifted his hips without thinking and made you wince. “Sorry,” he said, pressing his lips to yours again as if to kiss away the discomfort before he gingerly pulled out of you and sat back on his knees, “But you did cum that time, right?” “I think you know I did,” you sighed, already able to see what was coming, as you let your legs drop to the floor. “So wait, how many times exactly?” You sighed and shook your head slightly. “Because if my maths is right, I think we got you to three times. Once on the bench and twice on the floor. One plus two is three, yes?” “Yes that’s how basic addition works Ben,” “And who was it again that got you to three orgasms? Was it,” he pointed a finger as his one chest, “Moi?” “Alright asshole, you’re very impressive and a somewhat decent shag,” “I think you could be a little more grateful considering that performance. Might have been my best ever moves,” You pushed Ben in the middle of the chest, exaggeratedly rolling your eyes but, truthfully you were inclined to agree that it had been his best performance yet, at least in your experience. “Here let me help you,” he chuckled as you tried to stand, almost falling over as your legs shook. Quickly, Ben pushed himself to his feet and then offered you a hand up too, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you steady. “Thanks,” “I hope I haven’t made it too hard for you to walk. Wouldn’t want to throw off your bowling cos you were fucked so right.” “Jesus Christ,” you couldn’t help but laugh.

The rest of the time you had before you had to leave was spent tidying up the kitchen, cleaning up the evidence of the mornings activities in case your roommate got home before you, washing up and getting ready to go. Which is really when things started to go downhill. If you’d realised you might have told yourself to stay home, come up with a quick excuse to get out of it and just played video games with Ben for the rest of the day or something. But there was no way to know what was coming so you didn’t. You talked happily as you got into Ben’s car (which was already parked on the street), excited to see your friends and looking forward to the afternoon.

The double date itself was quite fun, although draining. There was always an element of playing pretend at these sorts of occasions. Not that you minded so much. It was either play up the romance of your relationship or have to explain what you were to everyone and a few hours of pretending Ben was your boyfriend was honestly much simpler. At least bowling was better than the cinema. The first time you’d gone on a double date to a movie you’d sat down beside Ben, the popcorn you were sharing balanced on the arm rest between you. Martin and Jill had raised their armrest and were virtually sitting on top of each other, hands entwined. Which would have been fine except Martin had leaned over and said, “you know these things move” and looked expectantly at you. Ben and you had shared a glance and then tried to say you were both fine with the space but they’d given you matching looks that said they thought you were being weird or prudish or judging their willingness to cuddle in public. So you’d relented and shifted the armrest so you could spend the next two hours sitting with Ben’s arm around your shoulders, both of you more tense about the situation than you ever would have been if you’d just been allowed to sit in your seats like normal. Things had improved a bit since then. Ben had told you that one night when you’d gone out to a bar together, Martin had pulled him aside as asked why he never kissed you properly. Ben had shrugged and said he didn’t like PDAs, that he didn’t want photos to spread or anything like that, especially since it was still so new, and Martin had accepted it. They began to see that your ways of being affectionate were quieter, stealing sips from each other’s drinks, a warm hand against a knee, dumb nicknames that made you both laugh. Even if Jill did sometimes still try to convince you that there was nothing wrong with snogging in the middle of a busy street. Nonetheless you never felt fully able to relax when it was just the four of you. Always conscious of how they saw you, always worried that they’d decide you weren’t being affectionate enough and would tell everyone else you were going through a rough patch which would lead to more scrutiny. While at the same time worrying that one of them would start asking how serious it was between you and Ben, were you thinking about the future? Could you see yourselves moving in together? Was he the one? And it took a lot of energy to constantly be alert about what you were saying, always careful to not accidentally give away the secret truth of the situation. Bowling was fun though and less pressure than other double dates you’d been on. You could get away with not holding hands or sitting on Ben’s lap since everyone was standing up frequently and it didn’t make sense to be on top of one another. You could share small pecks on the lips or else tight hugs to celebrate strikes. And Ben made sure to tease you for missed pins, just like he always had, with a few added silly nicknames. He called you his sweet little hotdog after a particularly bad gutter shot which had made you laugh so hard you choked on your drink, and made Jill give him a disapproving glance. He’d smoothed it over by letting her overhear him saying he loved you, whispering the platonically just for you.

By the time Jill had been declared the winner of the game, you were ready to head home and spend a night forwarding Ben weird videos and dumb memes. Ready to be allowed to just exist without needing to be romantically linked to anyone. But it wasn’t quite to be. Martin made the suggestion that all of you should head to McDonalds for dinner and before you knew it you were standing in line, waiting for the kid at the cash register to serve you. You leaned your head on Ben’s shoulder as you stared at the menu, and vaguely wondered how someone working in a fast food joint could be so bright and bubbly. Right up until Ben nudged you and asked what you wanted. “Um, can I get a quarter pounder and a frozen coke, thanks.” “And?” Ben supplied. “And what?” “Y/N I know you want dessert, get dessert.” “And an Oreo McFlurry,” you smiled and bumped Ben’s shoulder with yours as he laughed and finished paying. “You guy’s make a cute couple,” the girl who’d served you said, eyes following the path of Ben’s gaze to you, still smiling. She seemed to realise what she’d said, her ears turning red, but Ben thanked her and added, “I think I have to agree,” as he squeezed your hip, before moving away so Jill and Martin could order. You’d smiled at her too but it wasn’t quite genuine.

It wasn’t that you weren’t used to it, people assuming you and Ben were in fact a couple. You were. One or two weeks after you’d first agreed to try out being queerplatonic partners, most of your friends had put two and two together and worked out that something was going on between you. Of course they didn’t know you were aromantic and they probably didn’t have any idea what a QPR was so they’d really added two and two and got five but you weren’t about to correct them. As you’d said to Ben, it was too much too soon to do that. Maybe if the QPR thing worked out long term, maybe then you could tell them. And besides, they weren’t exactly wrong anyway. They’d originally assumed you and Ben were just hooking up after Martin had dropped in to pick up something he’d left at Ben’s and had seen you spread out on Ben’s couch with sex hair and a rather large hickey on your neck and Ben’s sweater hanging off your shoulder. He’d asked Ben who’d just shrugged in response and said it wasn’t a big deal. You estimated it took about a minute and a half to reach everyone else. The next time you’d gone out as a group you’d felt them all watching you and Ben closely, trying to determine if Martin with bullshitting them all or not. They’d all decided it was just sex though. Until you were clearly still together a month later and they decided it had to be serious since Ben had never successfully fucked a girl for that long without catching feelings. That was when they started referring to you as boyfriend and girlfriend. That was also when the comments about how cute you were or how they’d always known you’d get together had first started. The first few times you’d heard it, it felt weird but you figured that was just because it was you and Ben and you were still working out how to be partners without the romance. You’d been in relationships before though and didn’t have any major objections to anything they said so you found it fairly easy to deal with and mostly you didn’t notice it anymore.

Except now it was bothering you. Something about the girl’s comment had rubbed you the wrong way. Which made you feel bad because she was just a kid with a shitty minimum wage job who didn’t know you from Adam. She had no idea. She was just trying to say something nice to a couple of strangers. You supposed your dislike of the comment probably had something to do with spending all afternoon putting on the romantic act for the benefit of your friends. Maybe even something about the sex from earlier. Probably just exhaustion from everything, a shorter fuse. It could even just be PMS though you’d have to check how far off your next period was to be sure. Whatever the reason it felt…not wrong exactly just off. You stayed quiet during most of the meal, aware you weren’t being great company and aware that Ben had realised something was wrong since he kept glancing at you when the other two weren’t looking. “Y/N,” Jill’s voice cut through your thoughts, “Still with us?” “Yeah,” you said, pulling a smile onto your face, “sorry, just a bit tired. Didn’t sleep well last night,” That statement was met by high pitched oohing noises and Martin jokily reprimanding Ben for keeping you up. You forced yourself to laugh with them, “Not like that you pervs. Ben was filming a night scene yesterday so didn’t actually get to mine until what,” you looked to Ben for confirmation, “One-thirty was it?” “Something like that. I don’t know I fell asleep almost as soon as I put my head down.” “Me, not so much,” you shrugged, “It’s all just catching up with me now.” They accepted that excuse without question and didn’t aim too many more comments in your direction, letting you finish your food without having to keep your mind on their conversation. And pretty soon you were hugging them goodbye and promising you’d organise the next date as Martin told Ben to get you home to bed before you fell asleep in your ice cream.

Ben waited until you were safely back inside your apartment before he asked if you were okay. “We were meant to get milk,” you sighed, trying to push away the annoyingly persistent discomfort. “I’ll go out later and get some. Or we can get Sophie to bring some back when she comes home. Are you okay though?” Unsure if this was a situation where you’d want space, Ben hovered at a respectful distance until you stepped in close and leaned your head against his chest. As soon as he knew you wanted him there he wrapped his arms tightly around you, “What’s wrong?” “Not sure. Think it all just got a bit much.” “How do you mean?” You shrugged as much as his embrace would allow and talked against his chest as you tried your best to explain how flat you felt, “I think the girl who served us was just like the straw that broke the camel’s back, y’know.” “Did me agreeing with her make things worse?” You shook your head, “Don’t think so. I knew you meant it in a different way to her. Besides, the other two were in earshot so there wasn’t much else you could say.” “You know that what everyone else thinks of us doesn’t change anything about what we have, right, or what we mean to each other. It doesn’t change who you are.” You didn’t mean to say it but the words had escaped before you could stop them, “Wouldn’t it be easier if it did though.” “But then you wouldn’t be you and I love you, platonically.” You smiled and nodded as you stepped back a little, though Ben’s arms wouldn’t let you go too far, “I know, thank you. And I’m fine, just having a bit of an off afternoon.” “Are you sure? Is there anything else I can do to help?” “No, you’ve been perfect.” You leaned up to give him a quick kiss, “And I know I’m being stupid about it. I knew what I was signing up for when I decided not to come out to them. Besides, being back home with you has definitely made me feel better already.” “Do you want a cuppa or anything?” “Nah, think I might just go lie down and read for bit. Decompress a little, y’know.” “Okay. Give me a shout if you want anything, yeah,” he pressed a kiss to your temple and give you an extra squeeze before he let you go.

Slowly you headed to your bedroom, kneeling down at your bookshelf and running your fingers along the spines until you found the one you wanted. That particular book had seen better days. It’s spine was cracked, the image on the cover peeling away from the cardboard underneath. More than one page had begun to fray around the edges like an ancient treasure map in a cartoon, with little triangles missing and the corners permanently creased where they’d been dog eared a hundred times. But as you settled into the bed, Ben’s pillow still smelling faintly of his hair pomade, you began to feel more yourself. Ben was right. What other people thought of your relationship didn’t matter. He was still your Ben, the same Ben who’s hoodie had been living in your cupboard for years now because he spent so much time at yours anyway it just made sense to keep a spare there. The same Ben who’d bought you your favourite pair of sunglasses when you’d left your old ones at home by accident. The same Ben who’d gradually been reading his way through your entire bookshelf rather than buying his own paperbacks. You had too much history there and too much love for each other for anyone else’s opinions to matter. And your partnership was good. It made you happy so it had to be good.

The time passed quickly as you read so when you looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps and saw that a couple of hours had passed, you were a little taken aback. Ben poked his head round the corner and then stepped through the doorway when he saw you looked better. “Nice to see you smiling again,” he said softly as he crawled up beside you. Without thinking you lifted your arm so he could snuggle against you, his head on your chest. “What’re you reading?” “First Test by Tamora Pierce. First book in her Protector of the Small series.” “What’s it about?” “A girl training to become a knight. Gran bought it for me as a kid while we were on a holiday at the seaside.” Ben glanced at the worn pages, “Do you reread it a lot?” “Yeah a bit. The main character, Kel, is like the only aromantic character I know of so she’s kinda important to me.” “The main character’s aro?” “I mean, not explicitly. It was published in ’99 and the terminology to describe aro experiences didn’t really start being used until like the late 2000s and even then only in certain communities online. But Tamora Pierce did answer some questions on her website and said that as she was writing the series Kel became less and less interested in romance and sex so even though she didn’t have the words for it back then, she would consider Kel aro and probably ace too. And I mean, rereading them I definitely feel an aro sort of reaction to a lot of the romance stuff, even when Kel does start kissing boys and all that.” Ben leaned back to better see your face, “Will you read to me?” You leaned down to kiss him, unhurriedly, softly, letting your lips linger on his. “Is that a yes?” “That was a sorry I’ve been weird this evening kiss actually.” “Don’t worry about it,” he said simply, snuggling back down, his head once again resting on your chest and his arm thrown over your waist. You adjusted your grip on the book and began to read from where you’d left off, one hand running absentmindedly through his hair, both of you sighing softly as you relaxed into each other.

#my writing #my fics #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #idk i hope its okay #also if you have any more idea for potential future chapters about these two send them my way #i like having an aro character to come back to every now and again lmao

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taehyungsleftear · 4 years ago

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Crave // (M)

Genre: smut; changkyunbadboy!au; changkyunxreader

warnings: denied orgasm.

summary: You’ve had a crush on Im Changkyun for the longest time and for all you know, he doesn’t know you exist... until you go to a party with your friend. At his house.

a/n: i’ve had this in my drafts for the longest time lmao i’m sorry if there are any spelling mistakes i’m way too lazy to check it and it’s 1am lmao enjoy (:

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You’re dancing at the house party your friend invited you to. You’re not really sure why she invited you, since you know no one there other than her, although your crush was there — that could’ve been the main reason for her bringing you along. You try to focus on spending time with your friend and having fun but your eyes keep falling on Changkyun. You mentally kick yourself every time you find yourself staring at him.

Your friend, as drunk as she is, wanders off to the bathroom with another friend she came with. You try and follow her, but the party’s too rough to walk through alone. You manage to push through a few people to the nearest empty seats. You sit there for a while, staring at your drink, not intending on even tasting it. You’re about to stand up and leave the party since your friend disappeared and there’s no one you know, when someone sits down beside you. It’s Changkyun. He slides one hand around your waist and pulls you close next to him. You don’t know how to react since he’s been your crush for over four years. He turns his face to yours and places one hand on your cheek before pulling your lips against his to an endless kiss that you wished would last forever. He pulls away, takes your hand and leads you up a staircase just in the middle of the house.

You then realize it’s his house when he takes you to his room. He leads you to the bed and lays you down in the middle. He climbs on top of you, between your legs and starts kissing you slowly. As much as you enjoy his embrace, you push him away and look at him with a glum face. “What about the other girls? And that pretty blond girl? I don’t want to be like them,” you say to him, trying to make him get the hint that you want him to be only yours. He smirks at you and just says, “I knew you were coming to my party, so i got them here to tell them that whatever was going on between us would stop tonight.” You just stare at him with a surprised look on your face. He starts kissing you again, more passionately this time, convincing you that his words were true. He too only wanted you.

You kiss him back and wrap your arms around his neck as he moves his hands around your waist, underneath you. Your body tingles at the feeling of his hands on you. You’d been waiting so long for this day, you’d thought it would never come. He pulls you up into a sitting position as he turns you around on top of his member and he lays down on his back. Now you were in control. You pulled back and unbuttoned is shirt and he complied and took it off.

You sit on him for a while, feeling his abs and admiring his face. You go in to kiss him again when you realize it’s late and you probably have to go home and your friend would be looking for you. “I’m really sorry i would stay for longer but i have to go. My friends probably looking for me and frankly i’m pretty tired too...” you say sheepishly, still on top of him. “It’s fine, your friends been taken home safely. You’re staying here tonight sweetheart,” he says as he winks at you. You feel a sudden nervousness in your stomach as the words come out his mouth. “There’s just one problem... there’s only one bed.” You feel your legs give out from under you and your vision go black and you fall onto Changkyun’s chest.

You wake up and your eyes are a bit blurry. You can smell a faint scent of bacon from somewhere in the distance. You’re very comfortable and you don’t know where you are, but you know it’s day time. You rub your eyes with the hand closest to your face and you can finally see. You’re snuggled in Changkyun’s arms, against his bare chest , giving and receiving heat. You’re too warm to move and too comfortable to look up. A sudden cold breeze blows onto your neck out of nowhere and you snuggle your face into Changkyun’s neck. He giggles a little and holds you tight. He whispers in your ear, “I think breakfast is ready.” You can feel his hot breath on your neck and it makes you shiver and gives you butterflies.

You register what he said and you sit up and look at him sternly. “Uhh i don’t think i’m ready to meet your parents,” you blurt out a bit too quickly. He just smiles at you and says, “my parents aren’t here for the weekend, don’t stress.” You give a little sigh of relief when you hear his words. “Thank god,” you say. He climbs out the bed and picks you up like a baby and places you on your feet on the floor. You couldn’t help but notice you were in his shirt (and not in the dress you were wearing last night) that was way too big for you, but you didn’t think much of it.

He takes your hand and leads you out the door, and towards the kitchen. His housemaids are cleaning up the mess from the previous night and you can’t believe how you didn’t realize how rich he was before you ended up sleeping in a bed with him. You finally make your way to the kitchen and sit in a chair at the kitchen island. The food was already set out in the table for you and him, so you both sat down and started eating. Once you’ve both ate, a man takes your plates and puts them in the pantry around the corner. You assumed that was his butler.

“I can see you’re tired — i think we should stay in bed today,” Kyun suggested. You just nod your head and he once again, takes your hand and leads you back to the room. You climb into the bed and he climbs in next to you. You lie on your side, facing him and he just lies on his back, playing on his phone. You admire the way he does things and how he keeps his expression the same no matter what is happening. His unoccupied hand, that was under the blanket, finds its way to yours, and he entwines his fingers with yours.

Before you knew it, his face was inches away from yours and you could feel his breath on your lips. His eyes are fixed on your lips. He slowly licks his lips, making you want to jump him right then and there, but you were confused as of what was going on between the two of you. That thought, though, was pushed to the back of your brain as he pressed his lips against yours and pulled you closer. He held you tight, leaving no space between the two of you. You could feel his harden and press against you, setting you off and making you whine into his mouth. That seemed to be all he needed. He turned onto his back and put you on top of him, like last night. “Let’s finished what we started, ey?” he said in a low, gruff voice and a dark look in his eyes.

You just kissed him since you had no idea how to respond. He already wasn’t wearing a shirt so you just slowly maneuver your hands down his chest and abs and stop at his waistband, to tug slightly. You could feel him growing bigger by the second — he couldn’t handle your tease for much longer. You slowly slid his pants half way down his waist, and he couldn’t take it anymore. One second he was under you, and the next he was on top of you. It looked as though his pants were about to rip as he unbuttoned them and slid out of them easily. After he took them off, he looked at you with dark eyes. “Sit on the edge of the bed. Now.”

Oh shit. He was this type of guy in the bed. You immediately do what he says. “Open your legs for daddy.” He says, a smirk on his face. Your face goes red with embarrassment and you slowly open your legs. He lifted up the shirt you were wearing, over your head and tossed to the side. You weren’t wearing anything under it other than panties, and you were pretty sure those were going to be tossed to the side soon as well.

He stared at your half naked body for a while, scanning you up and down. “God you’re beautiful.” he says, eyes not leaving your body. It only took those words to set your body on fire and heat up your core completely and desire pooling between your legs. He kisses your lips and starts moving down to your neck. He bites and sucks on your neck, leaving marks, making you his, and his only. He moved down your neck to your chest, just briefly letting his tongue slide over your now hardened buds. He moved down to your stomach and started sucking again. You moan in pain every time he bites down, but you knew you liked it.

He went down to your thighs, and started kissing you softly and sucking slightly. Your body was on fire and you couldn’t handle it; you were begging for some sort of release. You tugged at his hair while he sucked on your inner thighs and you could feel his grin against your skin. He made his way to your core, and slid his tongue over your wet slit, making you gasp at the sudden contact. He slides his tongue inside you and tastes your womanhood, his hand on your hips holding them down.

Every now and again he would suck on your clit and keep you begging for more. “Kyun! I-I’m gonna cum d-don’t stop!” you shouted, and as the words came out your mouth, he removed his mouth from you, leaving you on the verge of losing it all. You sat up quickly, looking at him, “what the fuck?” You said. He chuckled deeply and moved his lips to your ear, so close you could feel his hot breath on your neck. “I’m not gonna let you cum unless it’s my cock that’s inside you.”

#monsta x im changkyun #monsta x #changkyun x reader #changkyun #mx smut #changkyun smut

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sweethq · 4 years ago

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♡ how you became friends with them // headcanon

𑁍 Characters: Oikawa Tōru, Kuroo Tetsurō, Akaashi Keiji, Sugawara Kōshi

»»—Trigger warning(s): none—-««

➶ Genre: hmmm fluff?

-ˏˋ A/N: i’m an absolute hoe for all of them, I just had to put them in the same post ˊˎ-

Click here for part 1!

your nephew’s friends were going to the park to play volleyball and he wouldn’t stop begging you to take him

both of his parents were at work, forcing you to keep an eye on the little booger

all you wanted to do was stay home and watch terrible reality shows

but you decided to be nice and grant him his wish

besides, it would be nice to leave the house every once and awhile lol

when you got to the park you saw your nephew’s friends playing volleyball with a guy who was definitely not their age

“do you know that guy?” you ask the young one standing next to you, hoping that the older boy in the distance wasn’t some creep that was preying on children

“yeah, that’s _____’s uncle. he’s really good at volleyball so he likes to come and show off”

what kind of grown ass man would want to show off his skills to a bunch of 9 year olds lmao

you didn’t question it any further and took a seat on a nearby bench while your nephew ran to his friends

after about two minutes of scrolling through your phone, your nephew returns

“tooru wants you to come play volleyball with us”

“did you tell him that i don’t know anything about volleyball?”

“yup. come on, let’s go”

deadass pulls your phone out of your hand, grabs your arm, and drags you over to the group

he was freakishly strong for his age

“hi! i’m tooru, what’s your name?”

“uh, i’m y/n”

“cool! do you want to play volleyball with us?”

“do i have a choice?”

“nope!”

he quickly goes over the gist of the game and shows you how to position your arms for a receive and how to spike the ball

honestly most of it went through one ear and out the other, but you nodded as if you understood everything he was saying

you finally started the mock match, you and tooru on opposing sides

first play into the game, tooru serves it (at like 30% power from his usual serves) and it’s coming straight for you

instead of taking a step backwards so you can receive it, you just stare at it until it hits you dead in the face hAAA

all of the kids started laughing while tooru stood there in shock

who would’ve known this would be the start to an amazing friendship

we all know, math is FREAKING HARD

and the fact that you had to learn about imaginary numbers irked the hell out of you

they don’t even exist, WHY DO I NEED TO KNOW THIS

but that’s just the way the cookie crumbles and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it

your teacher could see you visibly struggling with this lesson, even seeing that you nearly failed one of your quizzes

she pulled you to the side after class one day and told it to you straight

“if you don’t get a B on this next test, you’re going to have to retake this class”

“y-you expect me to get a B?!!!?!?!?!?”

yeah the rest of the day you were depressed lol

how in the world were you supposed to magically understand all of the material within the next week?

that’s where smartboi!kuroo comes along

he approaches you during lunch, taking the empty seat in front of you

you just kinda 👁️👄👁️

“hi so i couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with our math teacher. i can help you if you want. i don’t know if you know this, but i’m kinda good at math”

he gave you one of his infamous smirks, making you scoff

you had never talked to kuroo before, but he had a reputation around school for being arrogant and cold

“please tell me why i would want help from you?”

“because if you don’t get help then you’re probably going to fail this class and have to retake it, and we both know that’s not what you want.”

you hate that he’s right

“ugh fine”

over the course of that week you and kuroo hung out every day after school

and you found out that he’s nothing like what people say he is, he’s just a big nerd

you start to become fond of him, liking how patient he is with you and how much effort he’s putting into your tutoring sessions

by the end of the week, you’re actually able to call him a friend

and you got a B on the test :p

you were not a morning person

you were the type or person that needed to set 50 alarms in the morning just so you’d wake up for school

unfortunately, sometimes 50 alarms still isn’t enough to keep you from falling back asleep

one morning, you closed your eyes after turning off your alarm, knowing that another one will go off in 10 minutes. I’ll get up then, you tell yourself

what you didn’t know is that the alarm you turned off happened to be the last one

you wandered back to sleep and waited for the alarm that never went off

when you woke up, you checked your phone and saw that you were most definitely running late

you quite literally jumped out of bed and threw on your uniform and shoes before grabbing your backpack and running out the door

you didn’t even bother grabbing something to eat or checking the weather, two things you usually did every morning

you sprinted towards the bus stop, hoping that you didn’t just miss it and have to wait for another

but of course, as you’re approaching, you see the bus depart

and, to make matters even better, it was starting to rain

you made your way to the bus stop, standing under the small roof for shelter from the rain, staring at the bus that was slowly getting smaller

you sigh loudly while taking out your phone, finding the bus schedule only to see that the next one won’t be coming for another 20 minutes

school starts in 15, which is around the same time it would take to run there

but at this point, it wasn’t just raining, it was absolutely downpouring. but what choice did you have?

you prepared yourself to ruin into the rain, but before you could leave the shelter of the roof above you, a cold hand grabbed onto your wrist

you turned around to see sugawara, a boy who was in your third period class

he reached into his backpack and pulled out an umbrella before handing it to you

“here, use this. if you run to school in this weather, you might catch a cold”

“no, that’s okay. if i take this, then you might catch a cold. plus, it’s your umbrella, you should use it”

he laughed before grabbing your hand and placing the umbrella in it

before you could protest, he pulled his hood over his head and ran into the rain

you were dumbfounded, but decided not to waste any more time and make your way to school

you returned his umbrella to him when you saw him in class, and bought him lunch as a thank you

found out that you guys live in the same direction, and decided to walk to and from school together

now you don’t need 50 alarm clocks, knowing that suga will beat ur ass if you’re not ready to leave by the time he gets to your house lol

it was the week before finals, so you were doing the same thing that most students were doing

pulling all nighters at the library and drinking way too much coffee

it was approximately 2:30 in the morning when you were approaching the last class you needed to study for

the problem was, you had left your textbook for that class at home (freaking idiot)

thankfully for you, the library had one in stock that you could borrow for free

you wandered around the building that was surprisingly empty

on most days, every seat would be filled regardless of the time, everyone wanting to cram as much knowledge into their heads before their big exams

you finally found the section you were looking for and started scouting the bookshelves for the textbook you desired

after a solid 10 minutes of grazing through hundreds of books, your eyes finally fall onto the one you’ve been looking for

the only problem was

it was on the top shelf

and you were definitely not tall enough to reach it

but were you going to ask someone to help you get the book like a normal person?

of course not

no, the only logical answer to this problem would to be to climb the bookcase and use the tips of your finger to hopefully bring the book into your grasp

so that’s what you did,,,, kinda

the book was just out of your reach, so you started to swat at it like a cat, hoping the momentum would make your reach a tad longer

and it did!

but instead of you grabbing the book, your arm decided to fling it off the shelf

and right onto the head of a pretty boy who happened to be standing right beneath you

“oh my god are you oka-” *falls off the bookcase*

you were surprisingly able to land on your feet, but you twisted your ankle in the process

“are you okay?” akaashi asked, seeing the pain flash in your eyes

“I should be asking you that, i just dropped my book on your head :(“

akaashi was definitely not planning on spending his friday night in a nurses office with some clumsy person that drops books on people’s heads

and he definitely didn’t appreciate having to be checked for a concussion when he could be using this valuable time for studying

but when he was given the all clear and your ankle was wrapped, you offered him your last onigiri as a peace offering

instantly forgets about the whole incident and becomes a happy puppy

you find out that you guys are studying for the same class so decide to combine your brains and study together

study buddies 4 life!

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remsmoonlight · 4 years ago

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— title : broken facade ( part one ? )

— word count : 2.6 k words

— pairing : john wick x reader

— summary : john thought he could keep his old world dead and buried, he was wrong

— warnings : mentions of death, blood, extremely minor swearing, kidnapping, mentions of drugging.. idk maybe a bit of hurt and angst? idk where i was going with this i spent so long on it lmao im very sorry

Nothing can be heard over the continuous shattering of the fractured pieces of a silent promise he repeated to himself every morning he woke and the last thing that ran through his mind before he would cease to resist the urge to sleep. It’s the only promise kept hidden from you and there was no going back from its state of shards, what kind of man is he if the one thing he kept close to his heart is no more.

Never let that life lay a finger on them.

Now, here he is. Knowing that the life he had previously led has wormed itself back to him, it has sullied your spirit and for that, he can find no forgiveness in his soul for himself. It’s him that is why you have been torn away from him so mercilessly, why you are in the situation you are in. He would give his life a thousand times and a thousand times over if it means you are safe, away from the harsh and cold blooded world he knows so well.

Although, the remnants of his old life is not a friend greeting him after an age has passed, but rather.. a foe that wishes to lead him down the trail to its murky depths.

He assumes that the steering wheel that is gripped so stiffly by his hands only wish to buckle and crumble under the weight he is setting down upon it, though there is no other way to channel the highly agitated energy that swirls within him. Until you are back in his arms can he find the strength to completely calm the brutal waters that wish to overwhelm him, the only thing saving him is the objective that is removing you from the grasps of the Tarasovs’.

The same is unable to be said for you, the fear that you feel coursing throughout your entire being is the only thing that you can concentrate on. This is the clearest you have been for days, since you had been taken from your refuge from the world. You are sure that you’ve been drugged, though you can’t decide truly if that fact is a blessing or a curse. Being an unwilling participant in whatever you had found yourself in would prove difficult for those who held your life in their hands, and as much as you want to put up a fight, it’s impossible. You can see just how tense everyone in this cold, desolate room is. It’s not ideal to prod and provoke the Devil, especially as it has the power to rip you from the reality you know.

Your heart swells from the haunting image that plays continuously like an olden film, with the grit and burns. It’s a desire that you yearn so intensely for to rid your brain of the bloodied and battered John, you had never seen him so defenseless. You wonder if he is still breathing, if he is suffering from being so broken.

“ hey! why don’t you just let me go? “ you call out to anyone in the room, your fingers fidgeting anxiously with the threads of the scarf wrapped protectively around your neck.

“ shut the fuck up! “

You switch your gaze from the man who yelled, knowing that there is no point in arguing, to the one playing on the game console. Fear and self preservation that rules your body into silence battling with the confusion you find yourself experiencing at how one of the other men could feel so relaxed to the point he can play games.

Though he’s not the one who’s been kidnapped you think with a stern frown deeply painting your features, you simply wished you could be wrapped up in your duvet with a straight to dvd cheap movie playing.

The next moment a colossal bang erupted, spilling through the entirety of the room -- you have no idea where to look, your entire feeling as if it had been frozen in a moment of time. It’s not until a thud pulls you out of your cloud, and it’s one of the men who have fallen to the ground. Your eyes widen at the sight, you’ve seen such brutality in movies and television shows but never could they capture the true horror that lays in front of you.

The crimson liquid is never ending as it exits from the wound, you want to rip your eyes away from the repulsive scene yet you find yourself in a trance, with a magnetic pull that refuses to bend its will to yours. Only when your skin feels fingers digging deep into clothed flesh is your head able to turn, your feet already on the move. Your eyes refuse to acknowledge the further death that lay motionlessly on the floor, the bodies as cold as the temperature.

Rumbles fill your hearing, it’s hardly a chore to know that they’re under attack, by who you have little idea. Though a tiny spark of hope, so small it’s hardly noticeable, hums in your core. Perhaps it may be the authorities, here to put a permanent end to your newfound nightmare. Whatever it is, it has these men scared -- though, when you think back.. they have been on edge since you have had the unfortunate experience of knowing them. No matter how hard you previously tried to decipher some sort of idea, even a faded picture of what you have been caught up in, they were quick to respond with venom and hostility.

“ let go of me! “ words tumble from your lips as you try to dig your feet in further to the metal steps, hands clawing at the railings as if they could protect you.

Nothing is said to you, had it not been for the male’s grip on your arm, you could assume that they have no idea of your presence. Countless nights you had found yourself wishing for such, that they would forget your existence and you would be then able to escape. Never has that wish been granted.

Burns from the metal grasped so firmly scorch your palms, you can feel the need to survive driving yourself to fight and struggle.. opportunities to escape had been bare, the one presented now is one that you refuse to elude you so swiftly. Again, a body drops from a gunshot -- your shock proving more of a force than anything, because the hold that had been so secure on your arm severs without you comprehending it for a passing moment in time.

The leap your heart completes knows no bounds, the disturbance at seeing the violence occur at the man you have only known to be gentle and warm overwhelmed by your exhilaration that he is there and safe. John hardly acknowledges you as he passes your trembling form, his mind focused on one thing and one thing only. It’s no surprise when you decide to turn away, not wishing to have your image of him shattered any more than it has already. Though, you wonder how detrimental protecting your dream like depiction of him is.

A faze, it’s all your mind can think of describing the journey from the harsh confines of the barren property to where you reside currently. The journey from one place to the other mesh together, your memories betraying you in your inability to process everything that happened.

A hand grazes your skin comfortingly, though the suddenness pulls you out from beneath your thoughts.

“ i’m sorry. “ John speaks, keeping his eyes straight ahead on the road.

A frown sketches itself onto your brows as you turn to face him, you are unable to understand what he means by his words. The scenery passes by in a blur, stuck in a timeless state of thinking, you realise that you’ve not responded to him. How do you respond to something like? You wonder to yourself, loathing the fact that you cannot reply, a misunderstanding of rejection isn’t something needed for the moment. Against your better judgement, you need the opposite.

“ John - I - what? “

The feather like weight on your hand is still there, though now there is a contrast of tenderness and peace that had only known violence and blood exploring the expanse of his fingertips, only now a ghostly image not yet faded.

“ it got worse for you, because of me. “ he replies with a pitch as solid as stone, still refusing to make eye contact.

Though it’s not known to you that the reason he refuses to look at you is because he cannot yet come to terms with the fact that the two significant fractions of his life, the past and the present, have collided so effortlessly. He doesn’t yet want to acknowledge his part to play in the scars of his old word being the reason your surface now bears the brunt of being blemished by its cold, callous hands. He doesn’t want to have to bear witness to the tears that have stained your usually bright features, knowing the darkness that had once consumed his life wished to stretch its skeletal grip to you, threatening to eclipse the light of hope you unknowingly provide every chance he gets to set his sights on your form.

“ you’re not making any sense. “ you turn to face him now, trying to read his expression. Though, it’s at a loss. When he needs to be, he can be extremely hard to read.

“ that guy? the one I shot.. I used to work for his father. “

You blink, still failing to see the picture. You’re able to make a mental sketch, but you still need final pieces. Yes, he was connected.. but how is he at fault? Was it some sort of vengeance? Blackmail? The list is an endless trail your mind explores at the new piece of information, however it’s only John who can provide the key.

“ what does that have to do with everything that happened? “

“ there’s a reason why I’ve never told you much about my past. “ he replies softly, his mind wandering to find the most rational way to word the difficult tale, whose twists and turns trailed over it as if they were no more than a line of vines full of poison.

Though, the inner voice belonging to him knows there is no outcome that bodes well for him, the inevitable can’t be written off nor can it be denied.

“ so tell me, please? “ you plead with him, your nervous energy building and building in the tips of your fingers. They tap on the end of the car seat as you wait for his response.

“ before we met, I did things. I killed. “

It has to be quick John thinks to himself. There’s not a way that what he has to say, his past can be primped and perfumed into a pretty little picture, not when that picture is haunted by all the life that had been ripped from the world by his hand.

“ this is a joke, right? “ you laugh, incredulously. Gazing at his form it was as if the energy around him had inverted, there is no way that John, your John could do such things. The gentle smile of his, the thoughtfulness he demonstrates each day would battle his words, but the solidity and lack of humour being shown from him..? You’re tempted to believe.

“ I wish it was. “

“ there’s.. I don’t even know what to say. “ your brows furrow low, a bleakness setting itself into your expression as you try to come to terms with his answer.

“ you don’t have to. “ he speaks with difficulty, while he had expected more hatred from your eyes, he dares not to hope you will stay. Not after everything he has brought down upon you.

Fresh tears build up, until they are no more than a glassy barrier preventing clear vision. You will them to recede, to fade away until they’re nothing more than shadows. You have seen many horrors, more in the past week than your whole life and the man you love has had a direct part in that? You can’t erase the images of him gunning your captor, but you can’t erase all the sweet whispers after nights of lust and love, all the hours spent talking about life and what you would do. A stark contrast to the man you first got to know.

“ this isn’t something I can pretend to understand, but why hold something like this from me? Why wouldn’t you tell me eventually? “ you question, many emotions are clawing over each other to rise to your surface, preventing you from thinking straight.. yet it’s frustration that is victorious.

“ I never thought I'd be back. “

“ you need to understand, things like that? They don’t go away, they have a way of coming back and biting you in the ass. “

“ yeah, I see that now. “

A groan erupts from your parted lips, dropping your head in your hands. Your fingers drag their way across your scalp, this is something you argue would be seen in a movie.. not your life. The feelings you have are conflicted and inconsistent, any normal person would jump out of the moving care.. but a part of you can’t cast him aside so easily. What you have, that’s what you know is real.

“ John, I - I need time. At the minute.. I just don’t know what to think. With everything that’s happened. “

“ I get that. You’ll be seen to, for your injuries. “

A smile, small in size lifts the darkness from your eyes ever so slightly. Your injuries are bare, save for a few scrapes on your face. It’s the mental ones that begin to frighten you. They’re not so easily treatable. A smile that wishes with all its might that it is so easy.

“ to be honest.. I just want to go home. “ you lift your head up from its concealment as you share to him your one simple desire, your eyes imploring him to follow through with your request.

“ soon. “ he finally turns his head to look at you, to finally see you properly. All he wants is for you to be safely protected in his arms, as he mutters countless apologies that he longs you forgive him for. By no means is he a perfect man, but he can strive for such for you.

“ John, I’m not dead. I’m just tired. “

“ please, don’t. “

It’s curious, the tone in his voice as he replies to you. You can’t place it, though it’s very unlike him. Your left hand removes itself from the warmth of his palm to place yours atop of his, lending your warmth and comfort to him. The fact that both of you have fresh mental scars from the ordeal is becoming promptly evident.

“ I just want to make sure you’re okay. “

“ John, I don’t know what to think, what to feel. This is just.. the craziest thing. “

“ yeah, and it’s my fault. “ he exclaims lowly, as if he’s speaking more to himself than you. Berating himself for something that was never in his control.

You shake your head, hating the way he’s talking of himself. It’s enough to rouse some anger within you, though you know better than to make the situation between the two of you worse.

“ look, I know I can’t make you think otherwise.. but you never took me away. You never hid me from building to building, you were the one who saved me. “ you argue, ferocity cautiously coating your words. Your grip settled on top of his hand growing. “ I can’t stop seeing what you did, but you were the one who got me out. I need some quiet from it all. “

Your words, you hope, are strong. Trying to separate what you have seen that day is not something that will come as light as the clouds above your head do when they shower upon you, the thought that you fear you may never do is something you keep close to your chest for now.

To protect the both of you.

#john wick imagine #john wick x reader #john wick fanfic #john wick fanfiction

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blossom-hwa · 4 years ago

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the danceracha and 3racha working aus were so funny i wanted to request a vocalracha one but i have no idea where they could work 😭

God damn you guys really enjoy my lukewarm sense of humor??? Well I just pictured vocalracha working at a tutoring center and bitching about it so here we are! Hope you enjoy <3

3-year anniversary drabble game: send me an NCT/WAYV/Stray Kids/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

Half of this is based off of real experiences from when I used to tutor math god that was a TIME

Title: Tutoring Shenanigans

Pairing: no pairings, just vocalracha being dumb

Triggers: a lot of cursing

quick clarification:

seungman: seungmin

watch your foxing mouth: jeongin

watch your foxing mouth: seungmin

watch your foxing mouth: can you please take my shift this Saturday

seungman: no

seungman: the one time I get the weekend off in ages? I'm not going to bother teaching little gremlins math who the fuck do you think I am

watch your foxing mouth: I think you’re a little asshole who’s going to spend the entire weekend just working on homework like the nerd you are

seungman: see I'd say you were right

seungman: but I don’t have homework this weekend

seungman: I actually had other plans

watch your foxing mouth: like what

watch your foxing mouth: no one’s going to ask you on a date lmao

seungman: first of all fuck you

seungman: second of all I was going to drop by at work and maybe bring you a coffee because I'm nice

seungman: but not anymore

watch your foxing mouth: bullshit you never would’ve done that in the first place

seungman: you’re absolutely right but I'm also offended that you doubted me so quickly

watch your foxing mouth: when I asked you to get me water from chan’s cafe

watch your foxing mouth: you specifically asked changbin to fill the cup with ice

watch your foxing mouth: and then you brought the cup back

watch your foxing mouth: and told me to wait

watch your foxing mouth: what the fuck kind of impression do you think that makes?

seungman: that’s fair

seungman: but I'm still offended

watch your foxing mouth: feeling offended is part of your personality

seungman: you know me so well

watch your foxing mouth: which is how I know you’ll take my shift this weekend :)

seungman: you’re funny

watch your foxing mouth: SEUNGMIN PLEASE

watch your foxing mouth: I DON’T WANT TO DEAL WITH ASHLEY AND HER FUCKING BITCH ASS

watch your foxing mouth: SHE NEVER WORKS

seungman: suck it <3

watch your foxing mouth: I hate you

seungman: love you too <3

seungman: this small girl

seungman: walked into the center

seungman: and told me

seungman: tennis is not a fucking sport

watch your foxing mouth: I can’t believe I was getting drinks and missed that

watch your foxing mouth: what was her reasoning

seungman: ‘you don’t run in tennis’

seungman: huH?????????????????????

watch your foxing mouth: well we’ve established that these kids are rich little assholes

watch your foxing mouth: and have no brains 99% of the time

seungman: you’re right I should expect this

seungman: why do we work here again

watch your foxing mouth: rich kids = rich parents

watch your foxing mouth: rich parents = rich establishment

watch your foxing mouth: rich establishment = slightly higher than minimum wage pay

seungman: fuck you’re right

seungman: idk I feel like I'd be having more fun working at the cafe even if the pay’s worse

watch your foxing mouth: money or fun?

seungman: the ultimate question of life

watch your foxing mouth: fuck capitalism

seungman: you say that yet you’re slaving your ass off teaching basic math to kids who don’t want to learn for a salary that’s a third of what you could be earning as a private tutor

watch your foxing mouth: WELL IF I HAD A FUCKING CAR

seungman: you’d drive it into another tree

watch your foxing mouth: honestly fuck you I'm dumping your shitty americano into the storm drain

seungman: look you hit the tree not me

watch your foxing mouth: IT WASN’T EVEN THAT BAD THE BARK WAS SOFT AND THE CAR WAS FINE

seungman: allow me to repeat

seungman: you

seungman: hit

seungman: a

watch your foxing mouth: SHUT U P

seungman: fucking

watch your foxing mouth: QUIT

seungman: t r e e

seungman: IN A PARKING LOT

watch your foxing mouth: just dumped out your drink <3

seungman: you better be kidding me

seungman: you better be fucking kidding me

seungman: YANG JEONGIN

read by one at 4:49 pm

seungman: I'm transferring that bitch ashley to your table fuck you

watch your foxing mouth: why are you the one who always controls the music player

watch your foxing mouth: I want to play my tunes too asshole

seungman: no one can concentrate with your fucking trot shit playing in the background

watch your foxing mouth: and we can deal with your shitty ‘lo-fi comfortable beats’ or whatever the fuck is in your YouTube playlist?

seungman: if the parents are happy with it then we’re like. legally obligated to keep doing it

seungman: kevin would play strictly beyonce if he was in charge of the music

seungman: you would play shitty trot

watch your foxing mouth: my taste in music is not shitty thank you very very much

seungman: sangyeon would play like. classical music idk he’s an old man like that

seungman: and if we left it up to the kids wap would be playing all day every day

watch your foxing mouth: I hate it when you make sense

watch your foxing mouth: god damn just noticed all of the people working here are male

seungman: except yeji

watch your foxing mouth: oh right except her

watch your foxing mouth: but also where is the female representation???????

seungman: they’re smarter than us

seungman: they’re either out of state for college

seungman: or they can actually drive

seungman: meaning they can afford to tutor privately

watch your foxing mouth: this is why men suck

watch your foxing mouth: we’re not smart enough to turn shit around

seungman: and we end up stuck catering to the whims of rich little assholes who aren’t going to learn jack shit anyway

watch your foxing mouth: sigh

seungman: sigh

watch your foxing mouth: ASHLEY IS HERE I’M NOT TAKING HER MY TABLE IS FULL

seungman: FUCK I HAVE A SPOT LEFT

seungman: OH FUCK YOU SANGYEON

watch your foxing mouth: suffer

seungman: my existence is pain

seungman: suddenly I have the burning desire to learn to drive

seungman: at least I wouldn’t hit trees in the parking lot

watch your foxing mouth: see I know you’re trying to provoke me but I'm not going to give in because watching you deal with ashley is satisfying enough

watch your foxing mouth: my brain is fried

seungman: is this supposed to be news

watch your foxing mouth: honestly I'd be offended but I'm too tired to express it

watch your foxing mouth: I never knew teaching basic addition could be so tiring

seungman: why do tutors exist

seungman: why don’t teachers do their jobs

watch your foxing mouth: idk

watch your foxing mouth: why do we have to do their jobs for them for far less pay

seungman: throwback to the time the owners kept forgetting to give us a raise even though we were the longest standing employees at this shitty center

watch your foxing mouth: don't fucking remind me

watch your foxing mouth: I'm just sitting in the cafe trying to erase all thoughts of ashley from my head

watch your foxing mouth: I wish sangyeon was here today

seungman: god yes that bitch ella is awful

seungman: why does she walk around like she owns the fucking place

watch your foxing mouth: bright ass lipstick and shit

watch your foxing mouth: like no bitch

watch your foxing mouth: I understand you do our schedules but I also understand you’re an asshole

seungman: sometimes I want to set this center on fire

watch your foxing mouth: afuckingmen

watch your foxing mouth: oh hey

watch your foxing mouth: oh fuck

seungman: ?

seungman: why do I hear sirens

seungman: and see smoke

seungman: jeongin

seungman: JEONGIN ANSWER ME YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING BE DEAD

watch your foxing mouth: calm your tits

watch your foxing mouth: didn’t know you cared that much about me

seungman: I don’t

seungman: who would I bitch about work to if you died

watch your foxing mouth: honestly fuck you

seungman: anyway what happened

watch your foxing mouth: jisung set the refrigerator on fire

watch your foxing mouth: it was glorious

seungman: you’re telling me jisung almost burnt this center down

seungman: b u t d i d n t ?

watch your foxing mouth: sadly

seungman: shame

seungman: would’ve loved to see that bitch ella burn

watch your foxing mouth: can’t all have what we want ig

seungman: wait give me a sec I'm clocking out I want to see this mess

watch your foxing mouth: come out quick chan looks like he’s going to cry

watch your foxing mouth: it’s hilarious

seungman: doesn’t he refer to you as his child?

watch your foxing mouth: what of it

seungman: idk

seungman: just if I talked about my parents like that I'd be six feet under by now

watch your foxing mouth: chan’s too soft for that

watch your foxing mouth: bet you he won’t even fire jisung after this

seungman: I know better than to take you up on that

seungman: anyway where is he I want to take a picture

watch your foxing mouth: doesn’t he refer to you as one of his children too?

seungman: what of it?

watch your foxing mouth: you’re right you’re right let’s go watch him suffer

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 4 years ago

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Two thoughts for your garbage fire extraordinarie!

I would love hear your worst holiday lines for your unholy trinity! “Santa’s not the only packing a big sack,” etc!

Or, if you want a break from that shit lol. Here’s one of my personal Clyde HCs that you use as you please! Since you asked...

So, I’m not not super into dad kink myself, but I totally see Clyde as been like super dominant, but polite about it lol. Things like “maybe if ya tell me real nice why you think ya deserve to cum, I’ll let ya.” Or “now, ya just know how much I hate doin’ this to ya, darlin,’ but ya had to keep goin.’” “Ya know good n’ well that a lady’s supposed to say ‘please’ when she’s askin’ for my cock.”

I also think he’s a freak in the sheets with one of the filthiest mouths and I think he has a breeding kink! He’s gonna give you a lot more than just a present under the tree and he’ll make sure “your Christmas is gonna be extra white this year, lil’ darlin.’”

I feel ashamed.

FUCKIN OMG @safarigirlsp I LOVE THIS TIME OF THE WEEK BECAUSE OF THE DEPRAVITY BETWEEN OUR BOYS AND THEIR STUPID CATCHPHRASES! SO AS AN XMAS GIFT TO YOU AND EVERYONE SURROUNDING THE GARBAGE FIRE IM GONNA ANSWER ALL THE QUESTIONS FROM THESE CRAZY AU’S TO THE BEST OF MY CRACK BRAIN KNOWLEDGE!

HERE WE FUCKIN’ GO! 😂

Favorite one liners from our holy trinity....

The first being our resident Sea Fury, Capt. Flip SS “Blowhole” Zimmerman BDE, who now that I think about it must not really know what Xmas is, given that he sails the seas constantly and could give a rat’s ass about holidays in general. After all, he’s got treasure to find for himself and no time to dilly dally with stupid festivities such as Christmas.

Sure, there’s an occasional snow storm on the high seas, which freeze him and his crew’s dingle berries to raisins when it blows through, but there’s no lights surrounding the massive Jolly Roger, no festive music of any kind because he runs a tight ass ship, clean as a fuckin’ whistle at all times with no fuckin’ funny business, except in the case of fuckin’ around with you that is.

On the eve of the 25th, pirate time, the both of you are settled in your dining hall, a feast of succulent seafoods, baked to perfection via the resident cook on the ship, lay before your starving eyes.

Your clad in one of your synched corsets, hardly able to gulp down the wine he’d poured because the waist is knotted so damn tight, causing your tits to practically explode onto the table, like he would so badly welcome at this point.

He sits perched in his captain’s chair, dressed in his finest buccaneer garb, feathered hat and all, swirling his chalice as he devours your body with his eyes in the candle light.

Watching your every move as you choke down the drink, throat moving to push down the liquor as you take a deep inhale, expanding your gravid chest as you push your self more into the seating.

Noticing your boobs bounce with every motion you make to add food to your plate, the ebbs and flows of your soft tits as they beg to be set free from their cage.

His cock twitches in his pantaloons as he catches himself boring into your chest, clearing his throat to take a swig of his wine as well, before gathering himself back into reality.

“Where did ya go sailor?” chuckling as you watched him chug his spirits down his gullet, watching his Adam’s Apple bob as you salivated thinking about sucking a huge bruise on the appendage.

He forced the glass on the table, shaking the food as he exhaled from his gulps, gathering his thoughts for a moment and then turning back to your position, eyes darkened with mischief.

“I was... thinking,” he cooed, spreading his thighs wide, showing the mast that had erupted in his pants, “I heard the men conversing about this day being a special one of sorts,” taking his hat from his head to run his thick fingers through his hair.

“And?” you paused from taking a bite of shrimp before he continued further, “what does this have to do with what you were staring me down for Phillip?” cocking your head to the side as he watched your tits waver from your motions.

“I was thinking of making it a special one for us as well, my sweet siren,” cooing as he leaned himself closer to your side of the table, “what do ya say ya sit on ol’ captain’s mast and tell him your deepest desires?” coaxing a finger to lead you to his thick meaty thighs as you blushed, thinking about him impaling your pussy on his whale cock.

Now onto our noble land warrior, This Is Sparta...

I had to do some digging on this one because I know the Spartan’s had several festivals they celebrated because of their many Gods and Goddesses they worshipped and made sacrifices to... So, the closest I found was the tradition of Gymnopaedia (or the festival of naked youths as it’s translated) which is celebrated for over a week and honoring the three mythical beings Apollo, Artemis, and their mother, Leto and showcased bachelors and their marital and athletic capabilities (similar to the Olympics but naked) to the single women of the city of Sparta.

SO LET’S HAVE SOME FUN WITH BACHELOR WARRIOR FLIP SHOWIN’ OFF THE GOODS TO HIS BRIDE TO BE!

The streets were fraught with nude and glistening warriors of all abilities. Their bulging muscles, thick meaty thighs, and their endowments on display for all the thirsty women of the city to pick and choose their best suitors.

You sat perched in your spot as you surveyed the music and majesty before you. A face in a crowd of hundreds of hungry women, each devouring their male counterparts, itching to be filled with their potent seed as they tossed discus and arrows to show their strength and protective capabilities.

None of them were catching your eyes, however, even if they all were desperate for the attention, demonstrating their wares for the most beautiful woman in the village.

Each begging to be the apple of your eye, practically injuring themselves as they showcased their endurance and stamina to get you to pick one of them from the crowd of body oil and testicles.

You sighed, shooing away the suitors one by one, earning scoffs and side eyes from the other women, telling you to stop being so picky or else your womb will dry up from your negative outlook on the sea of cocks clouding your vision.

You craved something. You weren’t sure what it was, but you desired a man whom desired you in the least desperate sense. Who cherished your independence, your thoughts, your body, and your soul. None of these suitors were capable of fulfilling your womb in that sense, so you kept with the shooing as you searched for your perfect mate.

Suddenly, a valiant warrior appeared from the crowd, his muscles rippled and his cock swinging at attention as he made his way to the front of the line of men.

His hair and inky frame over his chiseled face as he bent over to grip the disc laying in wait, encircling the rock with his humongous hands as his back and legs flexed from him lifting the weight above his head.

Your womb ached as you watched him effortlessly throw the object further and more accurate than any of the other boys present during this festival of games, the heat causing a bead of sweat to form over your heaving tits clasped under your white robes.

He huffed as he descended from his perch, moving his way to the crowd of hungry women, each fawning over his size and strength as they clawed to get his attention.

He paid them no mind, zeroing in on your goddess-like posture, not giving him a single indication that you were interested, even if inside you wanted to scrape the ever loving fuck out of his thick pectorals.

Your eyes met as he trudged through the seas of desperate cries and declarations of love from the girls below you, pushing them off like flies as he came to your eye level.

You crossed your legs, pushing your chest out like the lady you were, not breaking eye contact with the brave soldier before you.

“Y/N,” he muttered out amongst the music and cheer, his face the picture of seriousness as he spoke it to you.

“Phillip,” you recanted back, smoothing your garment over your midsection, only to look back up to see his cock, half hard and leaned to the left, precum leaking from the tip as his pecs rose and fell from his glistening chest.

“Will you join me in a dance?” moving a large hand in front of him as he begged you with his darkened eyes, to move off your throne of sorts, “please,” his voice changed slightly in desperation for your delicate hand.

You sat there, taking in the moment as it came, moving a hand to envelope in his as you lifted your effervescent figure to come to his nude form, feeling his cock press against your thigh as he took you in his arms.

“This way my dove,” he calmly led you through the mess of scowls and scoffs from the other bachelorettes, knowingly irritated at the fact that you’d bagged the hottest and most fertile warrior in the city.

It was the best festival week of your entire life, ending with the betrothal between the both of you, sealed by the Gods themselves.

(I’m sorry there’s no funny catchphrase I couldn’t find a way to weasel it in this kind of story lmao, but I did say cock a lot so there’s that!)

And last but certainly not least, the Holy Ghost himself, Rootin’ Tootin’ Shootin’ Cowboy Rustler Flip Zimmerman (Huckleberry)

It was a good ol’ fashioned country Christmas on the homestead, complete with snow, ice, and of course you tied up on the dining room table being stuffed seven different ways to Sunday like a holiday honey ham.

You’d already sustained your precious cowboy mercilessly face fucking you, cumming an unholy amount deep in your throat, the remnants mixing with your saliva as you laid spread wide open on the wood furniture.

Your breath heaving from your chest as you begged for Flip to continue his holiday quest of stuffing you full of him for Christmas.

“P-please Phil!” you begged, exhausted and wishing he’d touch you in the spot you so badly craved, “I-I!” stammering as he chuckled above you, lighting a cigarette, with is cowboy hat atop his head, and his naked hulking body heaving from his attack on your precious mouth.

“Ya know I love it when ya beg ta be stuffed like a Christmas stocking ma sweet vixen,” inhaling a drag of sweet nicotine as he watched your cunt gasp for his cock, dripping in anticipation as he made himself hard again watching your asshole pucker from the air in the room.

“Yer lil’ pussy’s beggin’ for me ain’t she?” he exhaled a cloud, gripping his half hard dick, smearing the remnants of your spit on his girth as he threw his head back form his own touch, “beggin’ to be stuffed like that damn turkey in the oven,” he cooed, ashing his filter in the tray by the doorway, rubbing his hands together as he surveyed your pretty figure, laid out for him.

“She o-only wants y-you,” whining as you tried to wrench your head around to see where he’d found himself, hoping he was mere inches away from your heat as you writhed in your restraints.

“Mhmm,” he mused, running his thick hands on your ass, smoothing the skin as he reared one hand to slap it with all the might he could, the ripple from the heat of the blow causing an instant five-star to bloom on the pristine cheek.

“I love these honey hams a yours darlin’,” he cooed, slapping the other cheek to match its twin, “there so, juicy,” eyes growing dark as he drank in your whines from the pained blows you’d sustained.

Stilling your hips to prod his thick cock at your weeping hole, the pressure causing you to lose your ever loving mind as you felt him penetrate your walls with a painfully slow motion, making your cunt eat him centimeter by centimeter.

“P-Phil!” screaming out and begging for more friction, trying to break free from your expertly knotted ties on the legs of the table.

“Uh huh darlin’,” he tsked, still inching himself in as you cried out into the living room, “naughty girls don’t get presents, don’t ya remember how the song goes sugar?” he chuckled, stilling himself for what seemed like hours before he started his assault on your tight little hole.

HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. I CANNOT EVEN REMEMBER WHAT I WROTE I HOPE IT’S DECENT ENOUGH TO BE WORTHY OF THE WHALE COCK VIBES!

🖤,

ray-nal-beads

#the holy trinity #captain blowhole #this is sparta #im your huckleberry #this is the most cracked out au #i need a cigarette #or five packs of them stat #ask the bead night #ask the beads

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killmebutneverinsultme · 4 years ago

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Name: Pirate

Pronouns: She/Her

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Taken Or Single: Taken - what a strange option >.> I’m married with allowable bonuses

Three Facts.

I am short-sighted and would probably die in the wild else attack everything around me in a feral fashion.

I know what it’s like to drown :D

I’ve only played Jack on Tumblr for about 4 months but I first wrote him 15 odd years ago and he’s never really left my brain.

Experience.

Platforms Used: In the past: Proboards forums, MSN, Vulpine Imperium, Fantasmic, RolePages, Skype, briefly Wire. Now: Tumblr, selectively Discord.

Muse Preference: At the moment it’s Jack, and Loki is annoyed about it.

Gender: Male, generally because I consider myself fairly genderfluid but my sex is female and I just wish I could click my fingers and be whichever one I want whenever I feel like it. So playing male characters is kinda wish fulfilment. That and it tends to be dudes who embody the people I want to be XD

Least Favourite Face(s): Amber Heard. I barely even know what she looks like lmao but no thank you.

Multi or Single: Only ever done single blogs, but I’ll NPC some characters to enhance plots.

Fluff / Angst / Smut.

Fluff: I like my fluff to weave in amongst things, like as a balance after angst. I always love a happy ending, but I can’t perpetually do fluff without getting bored. I like to have it there as a comfort and something to strive for with my characters.

Angst: I fricking LOVE angst. I like to put my muses through hell. But.. the condition is that I almost always have to have a happy ending to work towards. Ending as in an end to that current predicament. Hurt/comfort is my jam.

Smut: I do smut, yes. Jack’s insatiable. But I like my porn to have plot and something interesting about it else it can become repetitive. Time-skips and fade-outs are welcome. Tbh for me it’s all about that build-up and the teasing between muses. Once it gets to the actual act, I prefer it to have a certain je ne sais quoi else we can scoot it along quick. That said, sometimes me and my muses just get a sudden splurge of desire and anything goes XD

Plot / Memes: I’m not a big plotter. I like to have a basic framework and setting that we’re interested in and then wing stuff until one of us has a pressing need to drive it somewhere. Memes are always welcome (I tag them under /memes) and I’ll either answer them as a one-off or turn them into a thread.

Tagged by: @thepiratehero and @sonofirishseas and probably someone else but I basically stole it anyway.

Tagging: Anyone who’s not already spammed it!

#about Pirate

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marriael · 5 years ago

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My Feelings Have Blossomed (Hyunjin x Reader)

(i almost put the crab head gif lmaoooooooooooo)

just assume all my writing is for @skzrequests at this point lmao

So I combined 2 requests since they were both pretty simple

Request: (anon) Who, prompt 2 with Hyunjin please? don’t worry annonie you did it right

(anon) Second, 2(iii) with Hyunjin? You did it right, too love! And yes florist! Hyunjin was a good time for me to write

Both florist au’s, the second one is specifically including flower meanings

Word count: 2001 (:O first time breaking 2000!!!)

90% of the time Hyunjin just wanted to be left alone. The other 10% of the time he was smothering his friends with affection but that’s not important. Hyunjin often wanted to get away from typical chaos of school but had no desire to go home and ignore his homework. One day while walking around he ended up talking to an elderly family friend, Mrs. Kim, and upon expressing his vague wish to get a job she offered a spot to work in her flower shop. Hyunjin never really cared much for flowers but the opportunity to work, especially for this nice lady, was very appealing.

So he came in one Saturday morning and she taught him everything he would need to know. Most of the time he was learning to make bouquets which were difficult at first because of his mildly clumsy hands.

While he was practicing she would explain that most people came in with general requests that just look nice. Sometimes people would come in and ask for flowers with specific meanings. Hyunjin panicked for a minute thinking he might have to memorize all of that information somehow. Thankfully she informed him of the flower meanings book sitting on a shelf under the counter.

After that day he was set to work 4 days a week, mostly evenings or late afternoons when he was completely done with school for the day. Unfortunately one of those days was an early morning Sunday shift. The first day he slept in just a bit and had to rush to get there which left no time for breakfast. Upon his shift ending the bakery across the street looked incredibly tempting.

He entered the warm toned shop and immediately inhaled the scent of various baked pastries. He was quickly distracted by you standing behind the counter. Most of the time in restaurants or coffee shops it’s very clear the cashiers don’t enjoy their jobs. This was not the case with you. From your expression, your humming, and your walk it was very clear you adored this job.

You quickly turned around and noticed him standing at the door. Hurriedly running up to the counter you greeted him.

“Hello! Sorry, the bell doesn’t work and I’m not very good at paying attention when no one’s here.” You sheepishly smiled and Hyunjin was suddenly overwhelmed, you were adorable.

“It’s alright. A croissant and an americano, please.”

“Can do. Did know you have petals in your hair?”

He started flailing his hands wildly, hoping by some miracle to brush the petals off.

“Hold on. Stop! Turn around, I’ll get them for you.” You pushed his thrashing hands away while you moved out from behind the counter.

It was awkward and silent for a few moments as you tenderly picked the petals from his hair.

“How did these get in your hair in the first place?” You awkwardly started.

“Oh! I started working at the flower shop across the street today. That doesn’t really explain how they got in my hair though.” Hyunjin pouted.

“So it’s you. She came over the other day and was absolutely raving about you. Kept saying you were such a ‘nice, handsome boy.’” You quoted.

He blushed lightly at the compliments and how you had already heard about him.

Hyujin glanced at his watch, "well… I need to go home actually so can I just have my stuff to go?"

You scrambled back from the counter and grabbed a bag and cup. "Oh no! Of course, oh my goodness I'm so sorry."

He laughed, "it's fine. Just don't spill any coffee on yourself, please."

You fumbled a little when you turn around but otherwise Hyunjin was impressed with how smooth your actions were so soon in the morning and your shift. As a usual interaction he took his breakfast from you but unusually he thought about you the whole way walking home.

From that day onward Hyunjin would come in pretty often. The next Sunday he came in before his shift and learned you didn’t come in until later on Sundays and was teased hardcore by one of your co-workers. He tried to avoid coming in every day so he wouldn’t seem creepy by asking for you but he came in often enough for a couple people to recognize him. He also saw you often enough that you became friends and he started developing a little crush! Hyunjin’s friends would say it was more than a little crush with how often he talked about you or even casually mentioned you. Often without even realizing it.

With regular encouragement to ‘do something and shut up about it’ Hyunjin decided to start leaving you flowers. It was the obvious choice, working at a flower shop and all, and kind of cheesy but leave him alone, he was trying.

So it was Sunday once again and Hyunjin’s heart was hammering wondering if you would comment on the flowers. He wasn't sure whether it's good or bad that you didn't leave them on the counter. The world was on his side as you mentioned them about 4 seconds after he walked in.

"Hey, Hyunjin! I got these really nice flowers this morning. I was wondering if you would know if they mean anything?

"Uuuuuuh… yeah, what kind are they?"

"I have no idea," you laughed, "hold on let me grab them and you can look."

You turned around and Hyunjin panicked, trying to figure out what to say so he doesn't make it obvious it was him. You popped out a moment later and Hyunjin tried his best to make his face neutral.

"So what's the diagnosis, doc?" You joked.

"Well, the white ones ones are gardenias and the pink ones are carnations. They mean secret love and first love, at least I think so. You got a real admirer on your hands here."

"Did you see someone buy these?" You asked, anticipating.

Hyunjin didn't want to lie to you but saying he saw someone buy them would lead to more questions than he would like.

"No, sorry. I'll let you know if it happens in the future, though." Hyunjin tried to smooth over your disappointed face.

This will definitely happen in the future and he will definitely not tell you who it is, you could tell.

Well, you were at least partially right. Sunday you came in and there was a delicate purple and white bouquet. Hyunjin said they were stock and hydrangea’s.

The week after that? A stronger pink that Hyunjin said were pink roses and pink camellias. He didn’t tell you what they meant, instead ordering some extra breakfast. You looked up what they meant later and got even more confused about who could be leaving them.

Nearly every Sunday after that you come in and see flowers waiting for you. Even when it gets colder and they become fake, or heavily dosed in whatever keeps grocery store flowers alive. That doesn't remove the sentiment!

Hyunjin, ever the darling friend, decides not to tell you what the flowers are or what they mean. He claims it's because he 'doesn't know' but you smell bullshit. Eventually notes are often included explaining what the flowers are included and what they mean. Curiously, for some of them a note is not included and for those Hyunjin refuses to tell you what they even are no matter how much you needle him.

And so, life goes on. You work all your regular hours and half of it is spent wishing you could go home. Then, most Sundays you get a reminder in the form of a bouquet that gets you through at least a couple of days. In that time you continue to hang out with Hyunjin quite often and develop a massive crush on him. Come on, who wouldn't? He's the whole package and it's just not fair.

Hyunjin was having plenty of problems of his own. He had been leaving all sorts of flowers but he was supposed to confess eventually, wasn't he? Another Friday and he was selecting flowers for you.

"What are taking so many flowers for dearie? And why would you be paying for them?" Mrs. Kim seemed to appear from nowhere. She also called him dearie like most grandmas ever.

"Uh…" Hyunjin sputtered, unsure if he should he tell her what he's doing "I've been giving someone flowers every week and I'd feel bad if I didn't pay for them."

"Dear boy, you work here you don't have to pay anything. Especially if you're giving them to a special someone. Just tell me if they say yes." She winked and headed to the back room.

"But-" Hyunjin tried to protest but she didn't even look back at him.

Well shoot. Now he has to at least try to confess or else he’ll have to deal with that disappointment, grandma’s being disappointed is the worst. For now he has to finish this bouquet because he just wants to take a nap now.

You trudge towards the bakery disgruntled about your kindness to cover an earlier shift. You open the door and it’s silent, you once again mentally curse anyone you can think of for not fixing the doorbell. As you look up you notice Hyunjin standing at the counter, facing away from you. You can see a bouquet poking out from behind him

“Hyunjin?” You question

He spins around, alarmed and as you come closer his face gets redder and redder until he looks like a tomato.

“What is this?”

With his few, not panicking, brain cells he gives you a deadpan glare.

“Ok, ok, it’s a bouquet but did you bring it here?”

His deadpan glare doesn’t go away. “No, I’m just here to look at it.”

You roll your eyes “Ok, but why? And no I’m not asking why you came to look at it dumbo.”

He sighs and lowers his eyes, the blush that had been fading immediately comes back as bright red as before.

“You seriously haven’t noticed then.”

“What? I haven’t noticed what?”

“Alright, excuse me while I pour my heart out then. And if you interrupt I will cut you.” He jabs his finger at you

“Violent” you mumble, crossing your arms

“We’ve spent a lot of time together throughout these cold months and you’ve always been a warm presence. Oh god, I don’t even know what that means. What I mean is from the very start of our friendship you’ve always been there and I appreciate that friendship. But I really like you and I’d really like if we could be more than friends.”

“That was pouring your heart out? Weak, Jin, Weak” you shake your head in mock disappointment.

“I just confessed to you and that’s what you have to say! Ugh, you’re impossible.”

“Well that’s too bad. I wanted to go out on cute dates n stuff but if you’re not interested…” your voice takes on a fake sorrowful to tease Hyunjin.

Hyunjin hasn’t moved an inch and instead his eyes follow every small movement you make.

“Are you- Really? You like me?” He jabs a finger at his face.

You look at him, like really look, like he’s probably getting uncomfortable now look. The way the sunlight comes in at just the right angle to give him some unfair natural highlight. His lips are just slightly parted and yeah, you do want to kiss him right now. So, you walk up to him but stop just before him.

You look at him once more then close your eyes, “kiss me, you gorgeous i-”

He kisses you. No fireworks, no electricity, but it feels good and right. There’ll be plenty fireworks and electricity chances later, you’re sure, it’s Hyunjin after all.

Bonus:

“So what flowers do we have today Flower Expert?”

Hyunjin snorts, “delicate beauty and affection.”

You pout at him, “I am not delicate!”

“Of course not baby.” He pecks your nose.

You blush at the nickname and soft show of affection.

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pl-dubois · 6 years ago

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Lingerie - Laurent Brossoit

A/N: THIS IS THE SECOND TIME TUMBLR HAS FUCKED ME OVER WHILE TRYING TO EDIT AND POST THIS FIC but anywayyyyyyy this killed me real bad so i hope y’all enjoy it! also it’s my first time writing steam? smut? idk?? classify it as you will lmao OH AND ALSO this may or may not be based on a dream i had ;-)

Warning(s): Slightly NSFW

Word Count: 3026

The past work week you had gone through was truly awful; it made you realize that you needed a reward for surviving it. So you took the opportunity of a free Saturday to treat yourself with a few things from one of your favorite higher end department stores that you weren’t able to buy from too often. You hummed along to whatever song was playing as you thumbed through the racks. Completely unaware of your surroundings, you were startled by a sudden deep voice from behind you, “Hey there.”

Clutching a hand to your chest in surprise and whirling around to greet the owner of the voice, your eyes traveled upward to fall upon none other than the face of Laurent Brossoit. You knew each other through mutual friends; you were close with Adam and he had introduced the two of you at a Jets team event. The rest of that night had consisted of non-stop flirting, one too many drinks, and sexual tension thick enough to cut. But nothing had happened, you went your separate ways without so much as a number exchange. You had seen each other a couple of other times after that and chatted a bit, but it was never the same caliber as the night you first met. In fact, you hadn’t felt that kind intensity since then- until now. The face looking down at you had a cocky smile spread across it and you felt your heart skip a beat. Reaching out with your free hand, you lightly smacked him in the chest.

“Jesus Christ, Laurent!” you exclaimed as quietly as you could, trying to lower your heart rate by taking a deep breath. “You scared me!”

“Whoops,” he chuckled, grinning down at you, “sorry about that. It’s good to see you.”

His smile was infectious and you couldn’t stop the one that grew on your face. “It’s good to see you too. How are you? What are you doing here?”

“I’m doing well, just doing a little bit of shopping, you know?” he responded casually. “I saw you and I wanted to come say hi. It’s been awhile.”

“It has been,” you said softly, nodding in agreement.

The conversation continued from there, the tone comfortable, light, and even a little playful. Talking to Laurent was easy; words flowed freely and you were so distracted by your exchange that you hadn’t even realized when it had turned flirty. Somehow running out of things to say, the two of you just gazed at each other, faces mere inches apart. You could feel your heart thudding in your chest, your subconscious wishing he would just close the space between the two of you, but instead he broke the silence that had washed over you.

“Let me buy you lingerie.”

Taken aback, you let out a choking sound as you peeled yourself away from his magnetic charm. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Let me buy you lingerie,” Laurent repeated, a confident grin breaking out across his features.

Regarding his offer for a moment, you finally agreed with a hesitant nod, not quite trusting your voice at the moment. Engulfing your hand with his large one, he led you away from the clothes you had been looking at to the lingerie. You weren’t exactly sure what was going on, but you’d be lying to yourself if noticing how big his hand was compared to yours didn’t turn you.

“Let me know if you find something you like,” he leaned down to say low into your ear before backing away with the flash of a smirk.

You couldn’t believe this was actually happening. You stood gaping at him for a moment before your brain started to work again and realized you couldn’t just let him have the upperhand.

“We’ll see,” you shrugged, teasing. You turned your back to him and started looking through the racks of beautiful, and expensive, lingerie.

You were quickly lost in a sea of fabrics and colors, everything catching your eye but at the same time you kept part of your attention on Laurent, who stood nearby. You did your best to attempt to look like you were ignoring him, however you couldn’t deny that you were drawn to him like a moth to the flame.

“This is nice, don’t you think?” Laurent said with a smirk from across the aisle, holding up a very sheer and strappy burgundy set. “I think it’d look fantastic on you.” God, he was so infuriatingly attractive, it wasn’t even fair.

Managing to keep your shock at his words beneath a poker face, you sauntered over to him and made a note of how his eyes hungrily raked over your body. You leaned up to respond to him, close enough that your breath ghosted over his lips, “It was nice to see you again, Laurent. We should do it again sometime.” You were reluctant to dismiss him, but another five minutes with the sexual tension between the two of you was going to drive you out of your mind--or home with him.

You moved away from him before he had a chance to reply, resuming your search for lingerie a few racks over. A sudden hand on your waist made you jump a second time that day, Laurent’s voice sending chills down your spine and straight to your core, “I’ll leave you to your browsing. See you later, beautiful.”

Knowing yourself and the fact that if you acknowledged him in any way, you’d jump his bones right then and there, you kept your eyes trained on the racks in front of you as he walked away. Glancing up, you took the opportunity presented to you to admire the way his jeans fit around his sculpted thighs and ass; that is, until he looked back and caught you in the act with another cheeky smirk.

“By the way, burgundy is definitely your color.”

His words had an electrifying effect on you and your cheeks were probably flushed burgundy as you embarrassedly directed your gaze to anywhere but him. Your body screamed at you to follow him and invite him back to your apartment, but thankfully your mind was in a better state. The two of you were obviously attracted to each other, there was no doubt about that. However, whether or not he was interested in a fling or an actual relationship was what you weren’t sure about. But before you could get lost too far in your own thoughts, Laurent’s distant voice brought you back to the present.

He was talking to the sales clerk at the checkout counter a few yards away, handing her what you could only assume to be his credit card. You thanked whomever for your good hearing as his words were clear to you, “Whatever she wants, it’s on me.”

Trying to busy yourself with the racks of lingerie you really weren’t looking at at all, the handsome goaltender caught your eye as he left with a wink. Letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding, you rushed back over to where the set was that Laurent had commented on earlier. You easily found your size and deciding to take the literal meaning of his words, you picked up a few other clothing items that you had been eyeing before being swept away by your very attractive benefactor. Checking out with the same clerk that had Laurent’s information, you began to devise a plan in your mind to get back at him for the merciless teasing he had subjected you to today.

Studying yourself in the full length mirror on your door, you understood what Laurent meant by saying burgundy was your color. Although it was obscenely sheer and had taken you the good part of ten minutes to actually put on, the lingerie fit like a glove. It had only been a few hours since you had seen Laurent last, but even time and a cold shower couldn’t stop your body from practically humming with desire for him. So, your brain decided to give in to that want and formulated a plan that involved sending Laurent a photo of you and an invitation for him to join you for the night. Slipping on a black satin robe you had also picked up to finish the look, you settled onto your bed with your phone open to Snapchat. Leaning back into your expanse of pillows, you posed as seductively as you could for the photo and captioned it simply, “Come over?” Heart pounding in your chest, your finger hovered over the send button. What if he didn’t want to? Or worse, what if he wasn’t interested? Shaking off your anxieties, you studied the picture you had just taken. You exuded sultriness with half lidded eyes, comfortably pouted lips, and one breast on full display through the thin fabric of the lingerie; if you were in Laurent’s place getting a photo like that, your mouth would be watering and you’d be stupid not to accept. Smiling a little proudly to yourself, you took a deep breath and hit send.

What surprised you was the fact that he opened your message almost within the minute, but you didn’t hear back from him right away like one would expect, or at all actually. Your worst fears were coming true; he wasn’t interested like that. Oh God, what if he told his team what had happened and you became the laughingstock? What would they think of you, what would Adam think of you for trying to hook up with one of his teammates?

Your quickly maddening thoughts dissipated when you heard a knock on your front door. Arising from your perch on your bed, you tied your robe tightly around yourself for some decency and went to go answer it. Swinging it open, you came face to face, well face to chest really, with none other than Laurent. He grinned down at you while you struggled to find words.

“I- Why- What are you doing here?” you stammered out after a moment of static within your head.

“You invited me?” he raised an eyebrow at you. “Unless that incredibly sexy photo wasn’t meant for my eyes.”

“No! I mean yes- I-“ you groaned, covering your face with your hands and moving away from the doorway. So much for being seductive. “Just… come in.” He was so frustrating and attractive at the same time, it was almost unbearable. With a sigh, you continued to explain yourself from behind your hands, “You didn’t respond so I- I don’t know, I thought you’d just leave me on read.”

The sounds of soft chuckling and the closing of your door were followed by gentle hands grasping your wrists as Laurent pulled yours from your face. “You really think I would leave an absolutely gorgeous thing like yourself on read?”

“It’s stupid, I know I’m-“ you were cut off as the once soft hands turned rough as he pulled your body to his. You felt a rush of warmth spread to your cheeks when you felt his hard-on press against you.

“I offered to buy you lingerie. You think I wasn’t hoping you’d call me tonight?” he growled low in your ear. “You are so irresistible, you don’t even know the effect you have on me, baby.”

You shivered, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to bite back a moan.

“Don’t bite your lip, angel,” he murmured, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as he pressed a kiss to your heated skin. “That’s my job.”

And with his words, Laurent captured your mouth in a passionate and hurried kiss, all tongue and teeth, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. You were quick to deepen the kiss almost immediately; your hands raking through his hair as his large ones found their place all over your body. Your nimble fingers scrambled to remove his shirt and with little difficulty, you had found success. As Laurent was busy ravishing your mouth, you ran your hands over the dense muscle of his chest with a sigh of pleasure; they were right, Laurent was ripped. Imagining what his body could do to yours was going to leave you dripping, so you turned your attention back to the sensation of his lips on yours. You became so focused on the euphoric feeling of his tongue in your mouth and your sudden thoughts of having something else of his down your throat, that you let out a surprised moan when you felt Laurent’s strong fingers dig into your ass. Without warning, he used his newly found hand placement to pick you up and pin you to the closest wall. Wrapping your legs around his torso, you moaned wantonly into his mouth, your body desperate for something more.

His mouth eventually slowed on yours, Laurent’s teeth grazing your bottom lip as he pulled back slightly, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Fuck, you sound so pretty…” he whispered almost reverently to himself.

Eyes falling to the lips that had just been attached to your own, you couldn’t help but wonder what else his mouth could do to your body.

“Well if that’s how it’s gonna be with just a picture,” you teased breathlessly, “then I can’t wait for what happens when you see it in person.”

Your words elicited a soft groan from Laurent as he latched his mouth onto the pulse point on your neck, aiming to leave a hickey that you would struggle to cover up for work. You moaned loudly as he worked his lips and teeth over your skin, your legs pulling him closer to your center. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, Laurent kissed down the front of your throat and across your decolletage to where the neckline of your robe began.

“Bedroom?” he asked, a little breathless himself for once. “I mean, I’m good here, but I really want to have the full effect of you in that lingerie.”

You laughed, running one hand through his hair while you pointed in the general direction with the other. “Just down the hall and to the right.”

“And,” he added when you were finished, a devious grin forming on his face, “I’ve been wanting to eat you out since the first night we met.”

Suddenly at a loss for words, you were frozen where he held you, wide-eyed and practically buzzing with lust for him. After what felt like the longest moment of your entire life, all your brain could think of to say was, “Oh, fuck me.”

“That’s the plan, angel,” Laurent laughed as he peeled the two of you away from the wall. While he was busy holding you up, you decided it was your turn to repay him for the dark bruise that would appear on your neck. Settling on a spot right underneath his jaw, you set to work as he carried you to your room. Unfortunately for you, your endeavors were halted when he tapped your ass lightly to signal for you to get down from where you had practically wrapped yourself around him. Once your feet were steady on the floor, Laurent took it upon himself to rid you of the fabric that was shielding the burgundy number from his hungry eyes.

“Holy shit,” he exhaled, the look in his eyes as he scanned your body making the ache between your thighs increase tenfold.

“You like it?” you asked with a hint of a smirk to your lips. Making a man this alluring act in the way he was made you feel almost powerful.

“I fucking love it.” Laurent’s voice was low as scooped you up yet again, but this time you were dropped carefully onto the pile of pillows made up at your headboard. Not wanting to waste any more time, he quickly shed his jeans and joined you on the bed, but not before you ogled the size of the tent in his underwear. He must’ve been painfully hard at that point, and you were the cause of it. Hovering over you, the sheer size difference between the two of you alone was enough to leave you gasping, but the brief heated kiss he pressed to your lips left you absolutely winded.

“God, you have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now,” Laurent mumbled, sitting up slightly to caress one of your breasts, thumb lightly brushing over your sensitive bud.

Whimpering softly, you threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands gently. “Shit, Laurent, please-”

“Yes?” he grinned at you, obviously waiting for you to be more specific with your request.

“Just- fuck, touch me already-”

“Ask nicely, babygirl, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.” The cocky air to his voice was so apparent, had you been in any other situation, you would have rolled your eyes. But instead, you were under him and desperate, almost begging for the attention that your cunt sorely needed.

“Please?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, bottom lip between your teeth in a final attempt to tease him.

“Shit,” he groaned under his breath, kissing down your neck and chest; every touch of his lips a fiery path straight to where you wanted him most.

As he slid down your body, pressing kisses to your fevered skin in his wake, your breath caught in your throat when you realized what he was doing. Looking up at you with a smirk on his stupidly attractive face, Laurent moved to pull your panties off with his teeth.

“Oh fuck,” you breathed, watching him with wide eyes as you eagerly let him slide them off your body.

After successfully removing the garment, he kissed back up your leg and turned his attention to your inner thigh, close but not close enough to your aching pussy. Sucking a few rushed but still extremely erotic hickies onto your thighs and hips, he finally settled down between your thighs. When he opened his mouth to speak again, you knew you were in for a long night.

“Let’s see how many of those pretty sounds I can get you to make, babygirl.”

#laurent brossoit #winnipeg jets #laurent brossoit imagine #nhl imagine #.fic #.mine #.txt

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atopearth · 5 years ago

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Subarashiki Hibi (Wonderful Everyday Down the Rabbit-Hole) Part 4 - Jabberwocky I

Jabberwocky I Nice to see things from Tomosane’s perspective now! I’m looking forward to it! Omgg I just realised there’s a full voice patch so now I can hear Tomosane’s voice too! Yayy! I wonder if Yuki and Tomosane are actually separate souls in Takuji, and since Tomosane loves Yuki, he wants her to live even if it’s in the wrong body? Since it seems like he knows Yuki well? They talk to each other! Does that mean in this world or perspective, Yuki knows about being Takuji? Gotta love the different CGs of them all playing the piano, that’s my favourite one! I think Yuki looked the best though haha. Hasaki seems so pure and cute though, it seems like she really likes Tomosane haha. It’s so cute to see them interact. But I see, the reason why Hasaki’s rabbit doll looks human to Yuki is because Takuji doesn’t want to be reminded of the times he was actually nice to his sister. I guess that’s why in Takuji’s chapter, he was always uncomfortable around Tsukasa and Kagami. Umm, now that I think about it though, does that mean in the previous Tsukasa and Kagami endings, Takuji was doing stuff with his sister and the doll??? Anyway, I’ll just ignore that and not think too much about it. Yuki teases everyone loll, it’s so cute especially with Tomosane though haha. I guess I was right that Yuki is the culmination of the personality Takuji wants the most though~ Hmmm, I see, so this is set before Down the Rabbit-Hole etc since Yuki talks about how she’s beginning to more frequently forget about Tomosane and the existence of Hasaki. I guess the first chapter was the Yuki that had forgotten everything then… It’s kinda saddening to think of it like that though, especially seeing how close Yuki and Tomosane were, and how they seemed to keep each other “alive”.

Oh…so I guess the reason why Tomosane is portrayed as someone violent is not only because he’s the violent part that protects Takuji, but is also because he’s the violent part that Takuji created to destroy/erase his weak self and his whole existence due to his self-loathing? And the reason why Yuki is always the one that “survives” is because Takuji hates every part of himself aside from this “desired personality” called Yuki, so not only does he get Tomosane to destroy everything, he wants Tomosane to be able to protect her so that the “perfect” Takuji will be left behind. I was curious about the name calling thing (people calling Yuki etc Takuji yet she never thought it was weird), so, as expected, their brain just kinda tunes it to the respective personality name so they don’t hear that people are calling her Takuji. It’s kinda saddening to hear that Yuki was the first personality and Tomosane learnt everything about the split personality thing from her, and yet the one to know nothing in the end was her. It’s kinda crazy ridiculous and sad that in Down the Rabbit-Hole, when you think about it, the whole time she was chasing after Takuji doing all this crap, she was really chasing after herself. It’s scary to think about it like that, especially when she couldn’t recall any of those memories herself. I feel sorry for Hasaki though, she never knows which personality it is so she hides to figure it out, and she’s only really able to communicate properly with Tomosane since he’s the only one that’s sane or recognises her existence. And I guess even though Takuji “hates” Hasaki, Yuki and Tomosane also exist to protect Hasaki from himself. It’s kinda interesting to think about how Kagami was always so protective of Tsukasa though, I guess despite how things really looked in reality, the doll is like Hasaki’s protective charm so of course Kagami would do her best to keep Tsukasa aka Hasaki safe.

As we all knew by now, Tomosane came about when Takuji couldn’t take the excessive bullying he experienced “that day” and lost it so his violent persona helped beat Shiroyama and them up and made Takuji someone to be feared from then on. Honestly though, despite everything, seeing the crying Takuji really broke my heart, because we can easily blame Takuji for causing this whole mess especially with how insane he went, but in the end, when I think about how much he must have suffered to come to this, it makes me cry at how terrible this all is. And it also hurts to think about how Tomosane barely came into existence yet already knew what his role in this “story” was, and he technically fulfilled it well, since initially all I thought of him really was something like a destroyer. It must have hurt to have to punch himself all the time… So, Tomosane had interacted with Zakuro when he returned the uniform to her…I guess that’s why she noticed him and was rather interested in him all this time? I can see why Takuji always thought Yuki and Tomosane were really strong though, he probably subconsciously was aware of their fight when they “first met” and Tomosane was confused as to who she was. It was really bittersweet when Tomosane admitted to himself that Yuki was the only reason he had to live.

Hmm seems like this “original incident” that started everything and caused the multiple personalities to exist is something only Hasaki can tell us later on? I wonder why Takuji being too competent made it worse? And why did it cause Hasaki to be in the ICU for months and then to the psychiatric hospital?? But I guess it’s gotta be pretty bad for Takuji to become who he has become… HAHAHA, I love how Tomosane wanted to get rid of Hasaki to play games in peace, so he told her he was playing eroge, and yet instead of being turned off, she tried her best to be interested so she could spend time with him and understand him better, she’s such a good girl! Lmao when he eventually had to tell her it wasn’t an eroge and she got mad and turned off the power button lolll! He totally deserved that. LOLL at Yuki and her lewd jokes, I feel so sorry for Tomosane, but I guess it’s okay since I’m sure deep down they both enjoy the useless banter lol. I find it so amusing that whilst Yuki was hanging with Zakuro on that date, she was actually talking with Tomosane about useless crap a lot of the time lol. It’s kinda saddening to think that there’s a Yuki that Yuki doesn’t even know about, the Yuki that sees Hasaki as the Wakatsuki sisters…and to think that this funny Yuki that teases Tomosane all the time is going to disappear is so saddening… Now that I think about it, Takuji always seemed to think that he skipped classes, but it seems that in reality, it was just Tomosane or Yuki always sitting the class for him, and since he has no memories of it, I guess he thought he skipped them. So cuteee that Hasaki always brings him lunch and that everyone in class practically knows about her because she comes so often lol! Btw, it was so sweet yet sad when they Yuk, Tomosane and Hasaki shared a bed to sleep and Hasaki wished that they could always be together like this…

Takuji is an illegitimate child of the White Lotus Association founder?? Does that mean that Takuji being too competent causing problems was because that made them realise who his real rather was and that led to his supposed father Mamiya leaving them and causing his mother to go crazy? Does that mean he and Hasaki are half siblings? Or are they not related at all? Because Hasaki seems to really like Tomosane in a romantic way haha. Now I see why Yuki was constantly holding on to her consciousness… it’s because Takuji already decided to have the “new” Yuki be the only one and erase this Yuki, and that’s why she wanted to mend Tomosane’s relationship with Hasaki, so that even when she’s gone, Hasaki can still have someone to talk to. And it’s true, Tomosane might think it’s better for everyone if he pushes Hasaki away since he’s going to disappear one day, but really, whether he likes it or not, they’ve developed a bond that he can’t just pretend doesn’t exist, either way, she’s going to get hurt, so at least give her good memories! But I see, that whole Tomosane “bullying” Takuji, was actually him getting desperate and scared trying to erase Takuji before he himself gets erased first. Without him realising, his existence was becoming less and less apparent as Takuji became more obsessed with getting revenge on this world. I wonder how Hasaki has been doing…

It was heartbreaking to see Tomosane have to witness this new Yuki that he can’t talk to and can only watch as she bears the same face as the one he loves, yet is nearly completely different since she has no memories of him. I see, the whole time it felt like this new Yuki’s memories were a bit weird was because her memories were constantly being rewritten with Takuji’s experiences as somehow her own in order to “make sense” in her life as an “individual”. My heart broke when Tomosane cried, but it became so bittersweet when Yuki actually appeared to hug him when he was crying about her disappearing forever. I guess it was expected, just as Tomosanei didn’t want to hurt the people around him by creating bonds with them, he also was scared of hurting himself. He doesn’t want to disappear, but it’s his role. He wants to stay with everyone too, but he can’t. He was always scared of being close to others because he knew it was all temporary and he couldn’t and didn’t want to accept that. So just as he really wants to erase Takuji, he’s also scared of it because that means he’s going to disappear… Yuki is really strong though, she’s the one who’s actually experiencing all this disappearance, gaps in memory, someone new taking over her etc and yet she could still smile and do her best alongside Tomosane and Hasaki. I guess in a way, they probably gave her the strength to last this long… I really wish she and Tomosane can have a good ending🥺😭 I think I can now see why in the previous chapters when Kagami and Tsukasa went up to the rooftop and shouted for Tomosane when he was about to disappear, Hasaki really loves and cares about him. Seeing her cry over the fact she hadn’t seen him for a week and thought he disappeared altogether was so saddening. I guess Kagami and Tsukasa isn’t just what Yuki sees as Hasaki? It’s also some sort of illusion (probably similar to the other ones Takuji sees) and they’re probably some sort of voice of reason that Takuji hates to see but always exists in the back of his mind to try and get back his sanity? How scary for Tomosane though, he can actually hear the thoughts of the new Yuki and Takuji… And the reason why Takuji can defeat Tomosane now is because he doesn’t want to destroy himself anymore. Never expected Yuki to give Tomosane like a mental and physical training session before the last boss kinda thing haha! That was pretty cool.

Ayana really does talk to every single one of them, doesn’t she? It was so cool when he fought against Master and won! Even cuter when Hasaki let him lie on her lap and he promised to come back to protect her after defeating Takuji. Well, I’m glad that H-scene was short, I knew it was coming but dang loll. Honestly though, I feel like in this chapter, Tomosane loves both Yuki and Hasaki. I felt like he felt restricted from liking either of them because one is a part of himself/Takuji and the other is his little sister, but he still felt very connected to them and loved them. Although I feel like he would have been fine with staying platonic with them haha. Oh well though, doesn’t matter because I feel like although him with Hasaki is pretty scandalous and weird (how old is she??), in a sense, it was still rather sweet considering what they went through and how technically they aren’t “related” haha. Ohhh I should have known but it never clicked! The name that Tomosane keeps saying but Takuji can’t hear is Hasaki! Although we all knew it was coming, it was still terrible to see Takuji win and kill Tomosane first. I guess it hits harder this time though, because now we know what kind of person Tomosane was, and how much he wanted to protect Hasaki. At least in his last moments before disappearing, he could see a future where he and Hasaki would go back to their old town together and see the sunflowers…

Overall, I really liked this chapter! The Tomosane and Yuki banter all the time about nothing and everything was fun and very sweet because you could really see how much they loved each other and enjoyed the other’s company. Also great to see this original Yuki because I definitely love her so much more, but I guess it’s also because of her relationship with Tomosane that makes me like her so much. In terms of Tomosane, I loved how he initially seemed like a cold guy that was just violent until you slowly realised that he just tried his best to keep up with his role as the Destroyer, and that he didn’t want to hurt others and himself that’s why he distanced himself from everyone. I honestly really loved how real and relatable he felt, and how I could really feel for his emotions and thoughts a lot of the time, it was great. I also really liked Hasaki, she’s a great sister and definitely one everyone would want to protect. I just loved everyone’s relationship with Tomosane here and I think their interactions and characters were such a highlight for the story, because even though it helped to answer stuff about Hasaki and about Takuji himself, it also built upon everyone’s characterisation very well. Definitely my favourite chapter! Honestly, there were some parts that were needlessly draggy, but it was still really good~!!

#Subarashiki Hibi #subahibi

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nnegan13 · 5 years ago

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ok to that anon that sent in the request for basorexia and mamihlapinatapei from this post, know that I answered your ask but then I forgot to put it all under the cut and tumblr hates me and wouldn’t let me edit the post so I had to delete that post and I'm just putting it here!

anyways, thanks for sending in the prompt! for basoxeria, here’s the ao3 link and it’ll be under the cut here too, lmao. I hope you don’t mind but I set it in the college!AU bc it owns my soul and it got a little longer than a drabble. I’ll write a little blurb for mamihlapinatapei as well, just not rn cuz I'm going to be lmao. but I'll rb this post with it when I do. thank you again ☺️

17:46 LECTURE HALL, HUMANITIES BUILDING, UNIVERSITY OF MILAN

Eleonora makes it to the lecture hall, finds their usual row, exchanges pleasantries with Dora and Jacopo, and pulls out her conjugation charts to review before class starts all before Edoardo even responds to her text.

17:47, message from Edoardo Coming in rn Did you save me a seat? 17:47, message to Edoardo Yeah Hurry tho Yours is a coveted spot 17:47, message from Edoardo Only bc it’s next to you 😜😉 17:48, message to Edoardo 🙃

She turns back to her conjugation charts, trying not to let that little shit emoji with its stuck out tongue plant thoughts in her brain, but not even thirty seconds later the doors to the lecture halls open and Edoardo enters. At the sight of the mess of curls atop his head, the dark scruff against his jaw, the long column of his neck and how a muscle or several flexes in his forearm as he holds the door open for some of their classmates, Eleonora finds herself swallowing several times against something thick in her throat. He looks into the lecture hall, eyes darting off the various groups of people before lighting upon her. He presses his lips together when he spots her, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tries not to grin and his eyes opening just a fraction more, as if he wants to catch as much of her as possible, and her heart thuds hard in her chest.

Even after her clarifying conversation with Eva, Eleonora didn’t expect her reaction to him to be this strong, but it might literally kill her that they’re in a public setting right now. Her hands are itching to rub his scruff under her palms, pull his face up close to hers and guide his hands to her waist, her ribs, maybe even a little higher, and kiss him senseless.

Not exactly something you can do in the middle of the lecture hall and still have your peers respect you as a normal fucking person. Want is a bitch, after all.

He’s still holding the door open, people still filing through, but his attention is drawn from their non-communicative staring contest as Lelia enters and says something to him. She’s at the end of the flow of students so Edoardo walks into the classroom with her, a few slow, lanky steps before they stop at the row Lelia’s friends are sitting in.

Eleonora tries not to think of their date last week, or how their date was the only thing she could focus on while on her own date—poor, poor Oliviero—whether or not Edoardo had a good time, whether or not he kissed Lelia, whether or not he decided to take her home, whether or not Eleonora seriously wished to be the one in Lelia’s position, whether or not his mouth is as smooth as his words are—

She’s fucking doing it again.

In an attempt to pull her attention from Edoardo and Lelia, still chatting, she turns to Dora in the row behind her. “Hey—”

“Do you think that’s a hickey on Edo’s neck or that he and Chicco did something really stupid this weekend?” Dora asks, eyes squinting as she studies Edoardo across the room.

Eleonora whips her head back around, examining Edoardo from head to toe—because her mind can’t stop fucking looking at him, noting how the dark fabric of his jeans clings to his legs, how his cardigan is pulled up on his damn forearms, and how he’s got on his glasses that make her mind go haywire—the knowledge that she should be saying something, protesting why this question is relevant, but all she can do is study his throat, how the muscles in it move as his head does, when he laughs, when he swallows, when he groans. It all but sends her into hysterics.

God, what the fuck is her mind on?

She spots what Dora’s talking about almost immediately, a dark red bruise near his ear that does look suspiciously hickey-like, but also vaguely like the marks she remembers covering Edoardo’s, Federico’s, Rocco’s, and Chicco’s backs after the night they decided to play smack-pong. The two possibilities of Dora’s question are both valid, but Eleonora’s mind drifts to one over the other.

Her brain going places it really shouldn’t, Eleonora studies the way Edoardo’s mouth moves as he speaks, the tiny, pink glimpses of his tongue, the edges of his teeth first just as he talks but then as he sinks them into his lip in concentration, and is overwhelmed with the urge to be the one biting his lips instead. She doesn’t really even need that much, if she’s being fucking honest, just one damn good kiss that makes her skin tingle and her mind race and her blood boil that lasts until she thinks she’ll never know anything else ever again.

It’s a weird desire, considering that, until last week, she had a boyfriend of sorts who did kiss her when she asked. And kissed her well. But, Eleonora thinks as Edoardo gives Lelia a final smile and little nod goodbye, he was never able to kiss her until her knees and shoulders and neck ached. Edoardo has the reputation for it.

His eyes light on her again and this time when her blood races through her veins, she pushes her questions aside.

“I think it’s a hickey,” Jacopo says as Edoardo starts toward them. He scrubs at his mouth and Eleonora finds herself thinking of each and every word she remembers coming out of it, every tease, every mundane, boring fact, every compliment—there are so, so many—and finds her heart beating even faster.

It’s not just the guarantee of skill that makes her want this—to kiss him, to feel his skin under her lips, to be the one leaving hickeys and lovebites and marks—it’s just a little bit more than that.

(If she stopped being a fucking coward, she might admit that it’s Edoardo himself. Might.)

“Hi,” he says, sliding into his seat next to her, and she tamps down the desire to launch herself at him. Still in the fucking lecture hall surrounded by other people, for fuck’s sake. Trying to remain in the realm of normalcy. She gives him a smile hello, rewarded with one that sends her blood pumping hot once again, and turns to her conjugation sheets to try to cool her body temp. Nothing like German verb conjugations to get one going, right?

“So,” Jacopo starts, but Dora finishes for him: “Did you get laid this weekend?”

As Edoardo chokes, she slides down in her seat, mind returning back to her inconvenient thought process. It’s going to be a long fucking lecture.

#skam italia #incantava #incantava fic #eleonora sava #edoardo incanti #this is trash but I hope you like it!#it was so fun to write!#normally I just write edo thirsting after ele but it was soooo much fun to write ele thirsting after edo so thank you!!!#my stuff

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elizabeth-marston-roberts · 6 years ago

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pls don't expect this to be well-written lmao the idea came to me either Friday or Saturday and I've been obsessed with it since

Pairing: Abigail Roberts x F!Reader (sort of but not really tbh)

Rating: M. Very M.

Also I'm sorry there isn't a keep reading, it's just that it isn't working for me and I don't get why? I have a dentist appointment tomorrow so after that I'll look into it a little more and see if I can fix it. For now, just keep scrolling on by if you don't want to read this filth!

Fic under the cut because NSFW.

It was a quiet night. Well it was quiet outside, anyway. Inside your own apartment, specifically your bedroom, all that could be heard was the video of a redhead getting pounded into next week on your laptop. You were boredly watching, hand idle between your legs.

This video was your go-to to get off for six months now, only for it to fail you when you needed an orgasm most. It'd been a tough week and all you needed to bounce back was an explosive orgasm and a good night's sleep. You were beginning to fear it wouldn't happen as you watched the redhead prep for the money shot, sticking her pink tongue out while her eyes were intensely gazing at the camera.

Sighing, you turn the video off and start searching again. You need to get laid, you think as you scroll through pages and pages of videos. Masturbation was getting old, obviously, because nothing here was exciting you. Not the professionals, the amateurs, the lesbians or the straights. But you keep searching for something because you just might cry if you don't come tonight.

As you click on a video featuring the so-called "Best Blowjob Ever", there's an ad before the video. You initially chuckle at the thought of porn advertising, but then you focus on the woman in the ad. It's obviously a setup, but she's laying on a bed and speaking to the camera, cam-girl style.

Something clicks and within two minutes you've gone to a camgirl site. Excitement thrums through you as you browse different shows, eventually settling on one that will be starting in just a few minutes. You grin and make yourself comfy as you eagerly watch the screen. This was already way more exciting than regular porn.

The screen goes from black to the image of a bed. There comforter is a lovely periwinkle color with patching pillowcases. Your first thought is how damn comfortable that bed must be. It's made up neatly and the frame is black cast iron, the metal of the headboard woven into hearts.

Seconds later, a beautiful woman sits on the bed. Immediately you're struck with how goddamn gorgeous she is. Her eyes are the deepest shade of blue you've ever seen and her dark hair only makes them pop even more. Her makeup is minimal, just some eyeliner and mascara and maybe a little bit of lip gloss, but she's so naturally beautiful that she doesn't need it. She smiles at the camera, pink lips stretching out to show off her perfect teeth.

In the corner of the screen you notice she's already got ten dollars worth of tips, all for simply appearing on the screen and smiling.

"Hey y'all." She says sweetly. Her voice has a sweet Southern accent to it. "I have been so damn horny today. Ever since I woke up this morning I've been horny. I was sitting at my desk at work and I kept pressing myself against my chair just to get some damn relief!" She sighs, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. "I am so ready to get started for you all tonight."

She quickly ties her black hair into a bun. Her lingerie set it simple yet stunning, the deep blue, almost purple color suiting her pale skin well. Winking at the camera, she slips off each bra strap. "You know what I need, ladies and gents."

You tilt your head. Clearly this woman was used to having a regular-type audience. She was beautiful, sure, but was she so hot that some of these people watched every show and gave her money during each one?

Evidently they were, because when the tip count hit fifty dollars in under thirty seconds, she removed her bra. Your eyes widened at the sight of her perfect breasts. They were large and pale and beautiful and you wanted nothing more than to stuff your face between them and pinch her pert, pink nipples.

"Thank you." She coos, blue eyes practically gazing into yours. You truly can't get past how genuinely gorgeous she is. Her face is soft and her jaw sharp, lips just pouty enough to beg for a kiss but not so much that it resembled any kind of duck face. Though you were fairly certain she could make even that face look good.

Her hands begin to glide over her breasts. It really wasn't fair that she got to touch them and you didn't. She delicately pinches her nipples, breathing out a soft moan that wakes your sex drive back up.

"Bet you wish this was you, huh?" She teases with a cute laugh. "I know you wanna touch me. I want you to touch me." She pouts with a sigh, still massaging her breasts. "But I'm all by myself here, so I guess we're just gonna have to make do. You touch yourself and I'll do the same. Deal?" She grins and licks her lips. "Now, I know I promised edging for tonight, but I've been edging myself all day! So I want to try something new instead." You can see the genuine excitement in her eyes and wonder just how you were lucky enough to stumble upon this tonight.

She smiles again and stands up. "For breakin' a promise, you all get this one for free." She turns, her ass facing the camera. Her thong exposes that pale, plush rear end beautifully. She gives herself a slap and moans at the sting of it, the sound of it still clear in your ears. She likes it rough, you think as you watch the red handprint appear.

She leans forward against the bed, thumbs hooking into each side of the thong. Slowly, she begins rolling the thong off. Tips are adding up like crazy despite her claim of a free gift. Quickly you catch on to her game, as she completely and swiftly removes the lingerie when the tip count goes to a hundred and fifty. Her legs spread and the light hits her inner thighs just right so you could see the slick she'd produced. Obviously she hadn't been lying about how horny she was.

"Mmm... I'm ready to come, my loves." She uses two fingers to spread her labia to briefly show off how pink she is inside, and her fingers come back coated in her slick. Sitting back on her butt and facing the camera, she teasingly laps at her fingers and that easily earns her an extra forty bucks from the various perverts watching. Sucking the two fingers in her mouth and taking them as far as they could go brought in another twenty.

You swallow thickly. Desire is setting into you heavily now, but it shockingly isn't just sexual. You want to pay this woman. Want to make sure she would have enough food for lunch tomorrow, to ensure she could keep her home, so she could continue doing this. It was now understandable that this woman had a fan base.

"I got a new toy!" She cheers once she's removed her fingers from her mouth. She leans forward towards the camera, grabbing what looks like a pink vibrator with a cable of some sort attached to it. You perk a brow as she moves the camera closer to the bed and sets herself up against the pillows and the headboard, spreading those toned legs and opening herself up.

"I'm so wet, y'all, I don't really need to prep myself for this thing." She says, inserting a finger easily into herself. She cuts her eyes to the camera, a dangerous smirk on those pink lips. "But for a price I will anyway." She taps the toy against her lips. She gives it a sweet little kiss. "Let's see where we're at..." She leans forward and checks her tip jar. "Hmmm... Bring it up another hundred dollars and I'll put on a show with this thing. You have five minutes or we're getting right to the main event." She warns. "I'm going to go get myself a drink. Do what I said or miss out. Your choice."

You involuntarily gasped at the authority in her voice, whining out loud when she left the bed to go get her drink. You eagerly watched the tip count, disappointed that it wasn't rising as quickly as before. The woman, who according to the chat was named Abi, comes back with a glass of wine. She tsks at the sight of her tips.

"Y'all are gonna let a pesky twenty dollars keep you from this? Okay then." Abi shrugs and sips her drink, spreading her legs again. "Moving on now." She preps the toy quickly with her slick and then pushes it inside, sighing happily as it stretches her. "Mmm... There's a little trick to this one." Her body jerks slightly and she gasps lightly at the same time she earns a five dollar tip.

Your jaw drops. This toy is wired to her tip jar.

She grins deviously at the camera and the small part of your brain that isn't fried from your discovery is now fried from this beautiful woman's smile. You can hardly believe this woman is even real, let alone doing dirty things on camera for you to pleasure yourself to.

"Bet you already know what this is, don't you?" She teases. "It's pretty simple. You tip me, the toy vibrates harder. Who's gonna be the one to make me scream, hm? I'm in the mood to be loud tonight." She winks.

Abi moans again as she gets a few more tips from those testing out the new toy. You were thankful they did, because the sounds this woman makes are gorgeous. "Thank you." She breathes out, hands going to her breasts again. You notice she likes to pinch and tug her nipples and all that discovery did was make you want to bite at them.

You bite your lip and reach back down between your legs. You were as wet as Abi was now, your clit begging for some attention. Rubbing around it instead, you watch the screen again. Abi is squirming now, legs impossibly spread wider as the tips kept coming in. She's moaning and swearing, her hands gripping her large breasts tightly.

"Fuuuck... I wanna come, my love... I'm getting so close... Please." She whimpers.

Before you know it, your hand not rubbing your clit has gone to the mousepad of your laptop and suddenly you're sending in a ten dollar tip, all thanks to your online shopping addiction having your credit card info saved. You make a mental note to delete that later, because it was much too easy for you to send the sexy webcam lady money. But Abi's resulting scream from your tip makes it all worth it, you think.

Abi's hips roll and her hands clutch her comforter. She's loud, just as she promised to be. What a woman. "Make me come... I wanna come... Please." Her breaths are ragged and she's whimpering heavily.

Throwing caution (and the chance of eating lunch out tomorrow) to the wind, you bite your lip and send in a fifty dollar tip, stroking your clit vigorously. The large amount must have sent an extra strong vibration to Abi's toy, because her next moan is loud and drawn out, definitely a scream signaling her orgasm. Her shaking legs and the way her gorgeous lips form an 'O' tips you over the edge, a moan of your own escaping as you feel the orgasm you'd been needing take your body by storm.

You did this. Your money made Abi come. It was thanks to you that she let out that beautiful scream and had a powerful orgasm. You weren't typically the type to get off on having power, but something about Abi just breaks all of your ideas about yourself.

Panting heavily, you watch Abi slowly remove the toy. Your eyes zero in on her hole, which you think would look even better with a few of your fingers inside of it. Your eyes flick back up as Abi licks the toy clean, her eyes on the camera intently and she slurps her wetness away. She pulls it away with a bead of spit briefly connecting her lips and the pink toy before she sets it aside.

"Thank you so much." Her blue eyes are shining bright now. Because of you. "I've been waiting for that all day. I love you, and I'll be back tomorrow night for some more fun. You'll join me, won't you? You know it won't be the same without you."

She smiles innocently and you just know you'll be back tomorrow.

If this isn't total crap and you guys want, I can continue this! Otherwise I'll leave it the hell alone.

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