#anyway hi.. ive been thinking about this girl again lately ;;

[an-theduckin]

Wait shit people might actually care about me

[likeumeanit9497]

metal | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: y/n got a few new piercings, and when her best friend matt asks to see them, she can't say no

warnings: smut; unprotected p in v (bad); oral (fem receiving); masturbation (m/f); phone sex; dirty talk; 18+

notes: hiii guys. i feel like tumblr's flakiest writer ever coming back on here every few weeks with a one-shot and telling u all im gonna be more consistent but then just not being consistent at all. i just started a new college program and it is taking up so (!!!!) much of my time, so ive been barely able to put any time towards writing for funsies. soooo it might take me a couple weeks to put out one shots (sad) while im in this program, but i swear im doing the best i can. i appreciate u all so so so so much, but matt girls this one is for u <33

With a sigh of relief, I crawled into bed. It was late, and I was exhausted after a long day of dealing with family shit. The only thing that got me through my day listening to my dead-beat father come up with yet another excuse on why he no-showed at my birthday dinner was the promise that, at the end of the day, I would be able to curl up in bed and forget all of my problems. Now that time had come, and I couldn’t wait to turn on some trashy reality TV show and lose myself in their cushioned world for a little while.

Just as I started the show, I felt my phone vibrate beside me. For just a moment I was filled with dread — thinking that I would be once again pulled back into the drama that was my father — but once I saw the name at the top of my screen, I felt my body relax. Matt was calling.

Matt was my best friend, and he had been for years. Him and I met on the first day of school freshman year, and immediately became inseparable. He was the only person in my life who I ever felt comfortable around enough to truly open up to about my problems. There really wasn’t much in my life that he didn’t know, so of course I had told him last night that I was going to see my father, and of course that was why he was calling. Annoyingly, I felt a smile creep up on my face. I hated that I loved how involved he got with my problems; as if they were his own. I would never admit this to anyone, but it really helped because it made me feel less alone.

“Hey you.” I greeted him after accepting the call. “Hey Y/n.” His voice sounded familiar in my ear, and already it calmed the sea of bad thoughts crashing in my mind. “How did today go?” He asked, keeping his tone light. I knew though that if I could see his face, there would be faint lines of concern etched in his forehead. I sighed. “Exactly like I knew it would. He gave me an insincere apology and weak excuse the way he always does.” Matt stayed silent on the other side of the call, allowing me the time to tell him as much as I wanted. His soft breathing through the speaker, however, comforted me and let me know that he was listening.

“He smelled like a distillery and couldn’t stop slurring his words, yet he was still trying to tell me that he hadn’t drank all week.” I heard my voice weaken, and I hated that I felt a lump forming in my throat over the situation. I hated that I cared, and I definitely didn’t want anyone to know that I did; even Matt. But of course, he knew anyways. I heard an empathetic sigh through the phone. “I’m sorry, Y/n.” I rolled my eyes, doing everything I could to keep the tears from falling. “It’s whatever. It’s not like I’m really losing much, but I did tell him that I’m done for good.” I forced my words to come out smooth, like I didn’t care. And I didn’t, not really.

“That must have been really hard, Y/n. I’m really sorry.” Matt’s words were sincere, and they caused the lump in my throat to grow even bigger. I forced out a laugh to keep my other emotions at bay. “Don’t be sorry. It’s better this way. Maybe now I can finally have peace in my crazy life.” There was silence on the line, and I knew it was because Matt wanted me to go deeper about my feelings, but I couldn’t handle much more tonight.

“Anyways,” I started, blinking away my tears and plastering a corny smile on my face as if Matt could even see it, “How have you been? We haven’t talked much over the past week.” At the change of subject, Matt picked up on my disinterest in the topic of my father, and like the best friend he is, transitioned into our new topic smoothly. “I’ve been good, been working a lot but it’s been on exciting things. What have you been up to? You know, besides today?” I chuckled softly.

“Honestly not much besides work. My boss has been really stressed out since the end of last quarter so I’ve been coming into the office early and staying well past five every day.” I paused, staring up at my ceiling trying to think if there was anything exciting I could tell Matt. Suddenly, I remembered that there actually was something that I had done that was more interesting than just working late all week. “Oh! I also got some new piercings last week.” It was Matt’s turn to chuckle.

“Y/n, how the fuck did you fit more piercings on your body?” I laughed. He was right, both of my ears were filled with every piercing imaginable, and I also had my nose, tongue, and belly button pierced. I had already told him that I would never get anymore facial piercings, and I certainly didn’t have much room on my ears to get more, so I understood his confusion entirely. “Do you want to guess where they are?” I teased, feeling relieved to have something to talk about that didn’t make be absolutely miserable for once. “Sure,” I heard what sounded like a blanket rubbing against the speaker, and I assumed that Matt was now getting comfortable in bed, also seemingly enjoying the light-hearted conversation, “But can I get some hints?”

“Sure,” I replied, “You can ask me three questions.” I heard him smile through the phone. “Okay…” There was a pause as he came up with his first question. “How many did you get?” Without hesitation, I was able to respond. “I got three.” There was another pause, and then. “Are two of them a part of a pair?” I laughed at Matt’s not-so-subtle guess. I had told him months ago that I had been wanting to get a certain pair of piercings for a while, and I knew he was thinking of that exact conversation. “Yes they are.” I replied, and there was a dramatic gasp on the line. “Ouch, you actually got your nipples pierced?” His voice was laced with playful concern, and something else. Intrigue?

“Okay okay, you got two out of the three. One more question left.” I encouraged him. If he was shocked about my nipple piercings, I couldn’t wait to hear his reaction to the third. He was silent again for a moment, surely confused by the third piercing. Nipple piercings weren’t that outlandish for me, and he knew that, but this last one is sure to blow his mind. “Oh god, I don’t know. Is it another body piercing?” His tone sounded so helpless, and I knew he really didn’t have a clue. “It is, yes.” I did my best to contain my laughter at this point, not wanting to give it away.

“Is it a second belly button piercing?” The guess was weak, and by the tone of his voice he knew it. “Nope.” I replied, biting my nails in anticipation. He was once again silent on the phone, and I knew he was officially running out of ideas. After a moment, I decided to give him one last hint. “Think lower.”

A new silence poured from the phone. Before, there was the silence of deep thought. Now, there was a heavier silence that let me know he finally put it together in his head. Below your belly button, there aren’t many places you can get pierced. He knew that just as much as I did. But I didn’t know if his silence meant he was just shocked, or if he was genuinely disappointed in me. For the first time since becoming friends with Matt, I felt nervous that maybe I had gone too far.

“You’re serious?” He asked, finally breaking his silence, and I couldn’t help but release a short, nervous laugh. “Yeah. Why? Did I just delve too far into the daddy-issues stereotype?” I tried to keep my tone humorous, but inside I was actually worried that was true. Did he think I was weird now? Or did the fact that I had a piece of metal pierced atop my bundle of nerves immediately turn me into some dirty whore in his eyes?

“No! Jesus, no Y/n.” His rushed words put a pause on my spiralling thoughts, and I felt myself relax slightly. “It’s just,” In that moment, I wished that I could see his face. At least then I would have better odds of being able to read him instead of just waiting helplessly on the other side of the phone. He was struggling to find the words he wanted to say, and in my mind that meant he was getting ready to give me some sort of lecture. It wasn’t something that he was in the habit of doing, but I had also never done anything as shocking as this before. I began to prepare myself for this lecture, and come up with explanations and excuses for what I had done, when his hesitant words stopped me in my tracks.

“Can I see them?”

I stared at my phone for a second, unsure if I was just hearing things. “You want to see them?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking, for clarification’s sake. I was shocked. Even with how close Matt and I are, we had never ever seen each other naked. In fact, there had been no physical intimacy between us other than platonic cuddles every once in a while. I would be lying, though, if I denied ever having moments of weakness. There had been times, when we would have sleepovers after tough days and the heat of Matt’s comforting body pressed against me, where I had wanted to throw all logic aside and press my lips to his. But I never would have done it. Matt wasn’t exactly known for his boldness, and I feared that my bad habit of being spontaneous would absolutely destroy our friendship. But now, he had me questioning all of that.

“I’m curious.” He replied, his tone nonchalant. I still couldn’t tell if he was being serious, and I felt like a deer in headlights. Just as I was about to tell him to stop fucking around, my screen lit up with a Facetime call from Matt. My stomach did a flip. “You gonna pick up?” His voice made me jump, but I cleared my throat and hit accept.

Suddenly, Matt’s face filled my screen. He was in his bed, the only light in his room seeming to come from a faint source; likely his computer screen. His face was so familiar, and the smile he sent me so comforting, that I immediately felt more at ease than I felt before. “Hey.” He said gently, and I laughed at the ridiculousness of this moment. “Hey” I replied before shifting my position in bed nervously. “So you were serious?” I asked awkwardly, and he nodded. “If you’re okay with it, obviously.” I took a deep breath. I was okay with it, of course, but it was just so out of the norm for us that I felt shell shocked.

“I’ll show you nipples first.” I said, sitting up in my bed before grabbing the bottom hem of my oversized t-shirt. I positioned my phone in front of my still-clothed chest, and watched his face on the screen. He laid naturally in bed, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but the way his dilated blue eyes were glued to the screen I could tell that he was feeling the same kind of anticipation that I was. Slowly, I finally lifted my shirt up over my chest; allowing him a full view of my new piercings.

I intentionally left the shirt up to block my own vision, because I couldn’t handle watching him stare at my tits for the first time. In the dark, all I heard was silence for what felt like forever, and I got worried that I had somehow lost him. Cautiously, I pulled my t-shirt away from my eyes, and glanced at him on the screen. He was staring intently; I could see his eyes move from one tit to the other every few seconds, and there was a slight grin across his face. “Wow.” He said finally, still taking them in. “Those are sick piercings.” I stifled a laugh at the fact that he was still trying to act like it was all just about the piercings, and that there weren’t two tits attached to the metal. “Thanks.” I replied, a small chuckle still evident in my voice.

I allowed him a few more seconds of shameless staring before speaking again. “You ready for the third?” I watched as he blinked a few times and took a deep breath. “I can’t wait.” He replied, causing my stomach to do another flip. I brought the phone back up to my face as I laid back down, smiling at him nervously as I pulled my comforter off my lower body. I was only wearing a pair of panties, so I already felt shy when I positioned my phone in between my legs. I used the front camera still, hoping that it would allow him a better view, but hated that you could still see the lower part of my face.

Matt hadn’t moved in his bed since I looked at him last. In fact, it almost looked like his image was frozen. His eyes were still glued to the screen, and he seemed to be barely blinking; as if he was scared that if he did, he would miss it entirely. “Okay, ready?” I asked, using the hand that wasn’t holding the phone steady to grab onto the side of my panties. Even in the almost-dark of his room, I could see him gulp before nodding his head. “Ready.” He replied.

Slowly, I hooked a finger under my panties, and pulled them to the side. In the blink of an eye, all of me had been revealed to Matt through a screen inches away from my core. My eyes veered back and forth from myself in the phone and Matt’s expression. I could see the shiny metal glitter against my pink clit, and watched as Matt visibly struggled to keep his composure. Neither of us spoke for a moment, and I felt myself begin to tremble under his shameless stare. I grew nervous, then, that my body would begin to give away how suddenly aroused I became under his eyes. My core was flooding with heat, and I knew that I was beginning to grow slick with my wetness.

“Does it hurt?” He finally spoke, but his voice had changed drastically since I had last heard it. It had dropped nearly a whole octave, and there was a sort of breathlessness to it that was foreign to me. It was the voice of arousal, and that knowledge was enough to drive me crazy. “N-no, it doesn’t,” I replied, using all the strength in me to not squeeze my legs together to relieve some of the pressure flooding my core. “It’s been a week, and these sorts of piercings heal really quick surprisingly. I can touch it and everything.” My last sentence fell from my mouth thoughtlessly, and I immediately felt my cheeks grow hot at my accidental boldness. That didn’t last long, though, because Matt’s next words pulled all that heat right back to where it was before.

“So touch it then.”

It was like all the sense was knocked out of me from his words. I would have thought that my instinct would have been to laugh and roll my eyes before telling Matt to knock it off, but the seriousness of his tone, the sharp blue of his piercing eyes, and gruffness of his voice caused my brain to shut off. Immediately, my hand traveled to my bud, where I began to slowly play with the metal. Although I had been telling the truth when I told Matt that it was fully healed, I hadn’t yet touched myself in this way since getting it pierced, and the new sensation immediately sent pleasurable shock waves through my body. As I began to slowly rub my clit, the metal added a new level of pressure to the nerves that — combined with the adrenaline that came from doing this in front of my best friend for the first time — caused me to throw my head back against my pillows.

“Tell me how it feels.” Matt’s deep voice filled the space around me in a way that made me feel even more erotic, and I released a soft moan. “I-It feels good.” I replied breathlessly, my fingers beginning to move quicker as I squeezed my eyes shut in pleasure. “Better than before?” His question came out slightly choppy, and through the phone speaker I heard the rhythmic shuffling of his comforter. “Y-yes. Much better.” I managed to reply, the thought of what he was doing to himself on the other side of the screen pushing me closer to the edge.

“Look at me.” He commanded, and without hesitation I lifted my head up; looking at him through the screen. He could only see the lower half of my face, but I could see all of his. As I continued toying with myself, I watched him through fluttering eyelashes. Although his face had not changed much — besides the darkening of his pupils and the faint accumulation of sweat on his brow — the repetitive movement of his bicep at the corner of the screen told me everything that I needed to know. “You look so good.” He complimented me, his voice low and gravelly. I moaned in response, rolling my hips slowly as I began to grow antsy with a need that I knew I couldn’t fulfill myself.

The pleasure was growing like a balloon deep inside of me, but my own fingers weren’t enough to reach it. Not now; not when I have a beautiful man that I trust more than anyone else watching me with that dangerously erotic gaze. Just like Matt knows everything about me, I know everything about him. And so I know that, in this moment, he wants the same thing that I do. That’s why I didn’t feel any unease or hesitation when I drew my fingers away from my clit, ran them achingly slow along the rest of my heat, and spoke.

“Please come over Matt.”

It was a request that I had made to him countless times. Those times I was usually close to tears after a long day of dealing with the shitty cards I had been handed in the family department. I needed him then, like I need him now. In those times he never ever hesitated, and this time was no different. In one swift motion, I watched through the screen as Matt lifted himself out of his bed, threw on a t-shirt, and grabbed his keys off the bedside table. “I’ll be there in ten.” Just like my request, his response was the same as always. As I told him to drive safe before hanging up the call, I felt my body vibrate in a way it never had before. I pulled my hand out of my panties and waited in desperate anticipation for the familiar sound of his car pulling into my driveway.

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Matt arrived at my place in eight minutes, and as soon as I saw his headlights through my window, I sprung out of bed and raced to the door. There was no nervousness, no reluctancy, no questioning whether or not we were making a big mistake; all I knew was that I needed his hands on my burning skin desperately.

I flung the door open before he even had a chance to knock, but Matt didn’t hesitate before pulling me into him and engulfing my mouth with his own. Although we had never kissed before, it wasn’t shock that I felt in that moment; it was the melting satisfaction of familiarity. I practically collapsed in his arms as his mouth moved against mine as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, and relished in the feeling of his hands travelling wildly across my aching body at last.

As he held me gently against the wall, I felt his hardened member press against my core, and I shuddered in pleasurable frustration. In that moment, I could have lost all self control — pulled his pants and boxers down in one movement and slipped his cock into my aching core right then and there — if he hadn’t grabbed onto my ass and lifted me off of the ground. Without removing his lips from mine, he carried me past my entrance way and all the way into my dark bedroom as if he had memorized every square inch of my place.

As he continued to kiss me with hungry desire, he paradoxically draped my body gently against my bed. Leaning over me, his mouth refused to leave mine and his tongue begged me for entrance. I obliged, and our tongues swirled together with comfort; as if they were old friends. The sound of our heavy breathing filled my head, and I ran my hands along his body; allowing myself to feel him in a way I never had before. Each part of him felt familiar — his back, his arms, his stomach — but each new part of him I touched set off sparks of electricity under my fingertips. This was real, and this was good.

It was only after I began toying with the waistband of his pants, and he the hem of my shirt, that our lips separated and we really looked at each other since the moment he arrived. Both of our chests were heaving as we tried to catch our breath, and I gazed up at his darkened eyes for what felt like forever, until a soft smile crept onto his swollen lips. “Hi.” He said, and I released a short laugh realizing that this was the first word either one of us had said to the other since hanging up the Facetime call. “Hey.” I replied, a smile matching his now etched onto my face.

“Can I take this off?” He tugged on the bottom of my t-shirt, and I nodded. “Please.” I replied, feeling no shame in my clear desperation. Matt obliged, pulling the shirt up over my head and exposing the tits he had seen on Facetime not long before. There was a pause, and for the first time since we started all this I felt briefly insecure. That is, until I looked up to his face and saw his jaw physically dropped in awe. He looked like he had fallen into some sort of trance, and mindlessly brought his two gentle hands toward my hardened, pierced nipples. He ran a soft thumb against each piercing, and I hissed at the deliciously taunting sensation.

“Do these ones hurt at all?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, but his eyes never left my chest. “These ones do a little, yeah.” I replied, to which his eyes finally fluttered up to my face with slight concern. “But it’s really not that bad.” I added, reassuring him out of fear that he might suddenly not want to continue. This seemed to help, as his eyes made their way back to my chest before his body suddenly began tilting forward. He leaned above my chest, really only centimetres away, and I watched as he placed two small, unbelievably gentle kisses against each hardened nipple. The ecstasy I felt in that moment caused me to release a soft moan, and goosebumps spread across my skin like wildfire, and I suddenly realized that I needed him more than ever.

As if reading my mind, his mouth then began moving slowly down my writhing body. He took his time on my sternum, then the skin below my belly button, then my hip bones, and I felt like I could explode. My hands flew to his hair and I subconsciously tugged at its base in decadent frustration. And then slowly, so, so, slowly, Matt began dragging my soaked panties down my legs. I felt like I could crumble under his gaze, but his eyes never left my newly exposed core. Blinking ever so slowly, he dropped to his knees and grabbed my shaky legs to part them. Once he did, I watched as he groaned softly at what he saw.

I knew without having to look that I was literally dripping from arousal, and that hunch was confirmed when Matt took one finger and dragged it along my slit; collecting the overabundance of fluid. He didn’t even take his eyes off of my centre, he just brought his wet finger to his mouth and wrapped his lips around it; so transfixed by what he saw in front of him that he didn’t even care to make a scene of tasting me for the first time. I had never felt more glorious than I did in that moment, and it was so overwhelming that I could have came just from sight alone.

Slowly, Matt’s mouth inched closer and closer to my clit, before he carefully wrapped his lips around it. Upon the first contact of his warm tongue playing with the cool metal of my piercing, I was hit with a powerful wave of pleasure that shook my whole body. As he picked up speed, swirling and sucking my bundle of nerves, I couldn’t control the sounds that fell from my lips. Moans of pleasure, pain, and anticipation filled the room, and they only seemed to draw similar ones from Matt.

Matt slid two fingers into me with ease, and began pumping them in and out in rhythm with the movements of his tongue. His fingers were curled up to just the place I needed them to be, and I felt what was left of my sanity begin to crumble as I approached an orgasm. The orgasm that I had been desperately needing since our Facetime call. It’s impending presence had taken control of my mind for what felt like forever, and now it was finally threatening to take control of my entire body. Yet, still, I needed more.

Quickly, before the first waves could crash, I pulled Matt’s face away. Immediately, his blissed-out expression quickly changed to one of concern, but before he had the chance to speak, my desperate voice filled the room. “Please Matt, I want to cum with you.” His features softened before understanding flashed in his eyes. Without saying a word, he stood up and began unzipping his pants. I waited in anticipation, watching with hungry eyes as his painfully hard member sprung free from his boxers. Once he had fully discarded his clothes, he leaned down and kissed me so deeply that I saw stars. His mouth tasted like me, and I couldn’t help but slip my tongue past his lips; intoxicated by the combination of me and him on my tastebuds.

I felt his naked member press against my core and I shuddered from pure lust. I was so engulfed in the intensity that I was afraid I would fall into pieces as soon as he slid into me. Breaking the kiss, Matt straightened himself out and grabbed my legs before placing them on either side of his waist. The two pieces of us that needed each other the most right now were just inches from one another. My eyes fell between my legs, and I watched in euphoric awe as Matt grabbed his swollen member, lined it up with my centre, and slowly pushed into me. His movements were so torturously, deliciously slow, my eyes rolled and my head fell back onto the mattress.

On each slow roll of his hips, his cock slammed into my g-spot and made my vision go spotty. I held onto his flexed shoulders like I was drowning and they were my life raft, and I released harsh guttural moans each time my walls stretched; welcoming him graciously. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Matt’s raspy voice fluttered my stomach, and I opened my eyes to come face-to-face with him. He was staring down at my contorted face with a look filled with nothing but pleasure and adoration. His flushed cheeks and dark pink lips gave him a look that bordered on innocent, but there was a certain hint of hard focus in the depths of his ocean eyes that told me he was feeling as good as I was.

Each time he thrusted into me, the soft crest of his pelvis brushed ever so lightly against my new piercing; granting me a new form of pleasure that I had never experienced before. I had been told by other people that the piercing can be intense during sex, but I had underestimated just how intense it would be. I had no sense of control as Matt’s cock continued to drive into me, and I couldn’t help but vocalize how he was making me feel.

“J-just like that Matt, fuck!”

“Your c-cock fills me s-so go-od!”

“H-harder, please baby!”

At my last statement, Matt showed he was listening by suddenly slamming into me harder and faster than I had ever felt before. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them tightly around his waist, and as I arched my back in pleasure he draped one of his arms around it and used the other to hold my jaw; brushing it lightly with his thumb to ensure me that his gentleness had not completely disappeared. His breathing quickly grew more and more rapid, and deep grunts fell from his mouth every few seconds.

I was hit with shockwaves of pleasure upon each of his thrusts, and I knew that my orgasm was closer than ever. I dug my nails into his back and tightened my legs around him in a desperate and subconscious attempt at getting as close as possible to him, and it was clear that there was no stopping the orgasm that was bubbling inside of me. “G-gonna cum Matt.” I squeaked out, rolling my hips up slightly deepen his thrusts even more. “Good girl, want me to cum with you?” His words were in my ear, and even the dampness that his mouth made against my skin added to my unraveling euphoria. Beyond the point of being able to speak correctly, I simply nodded my head frantically.

As I did, Matt released the deep moan that pushed me over the edge. My orgasm took control of every cell in my body, and I cried out in overwhelming pleasure as it tore me to shreds. I felt my body stiffen so much that I was practically lifting off of the bed, and my walls pulsed intensely as I squirted violently all over Matt. Just then, I felt Matt’s body stiffen above me, and his movements became a whisper as he cursed into my ear. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” His moans rang in my ear with each of his weak thrusts, and I felt his twitching cock paint my walls white as he came undone in unison with me.

Eventually, his body stilled completely, and he rested above me as we both caught our breaths and came down from our highs. His cock slipped out of me, and I immediately felt cold and empty in its absence. After a few moments, Matt lifted his head from my shoulder and gazed at me with a soft smile on his face.

“Damn.”

“I know.”

”I mean, that was-”

“I know.”

We continued to stare at each other, both with matching smiles on our faces, until I dissolved into childish giggles.

“What?” Matt asked, unable to keep himself from laughing as well. “What?” He asked again, nudging my shoulder gently as I giggled. “I mean come on,” I continued to laugh, “That was crazy. Don’t you think it was crazy?” I looked at him, starting to feel the first hints of regret now that it was over and we had to go back to being friends. “I don’t think it was crazy.” He replied simply, before bringing his lips back to mine. This kiss was different than the other ones we shared tonight, though. There was no hunger, no lust. There was just love.

He pulled away after only a few moments, and I looked back at him with what I was sure was confusion all over my face. “I have never felt less crazy in my life than I’ve felt tonight.” Matt continued, and I felt my stomach flutter, “Tonight, everything finally feels right.” I felt a bashful smile form on my lips. I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the exact same way. “So,” I started, unsure of how to maneuver this, “What now?” Matt got up.

“Well,” He began, grabbing his discarded t-shirt and using it to gently clean me up, “It’s late and you’ve had a long day, so I think we should get some sleep.” I propped myself up on my shoulders and watched as he began to clean himself next. “And then when we wake up tomorrow, we’ll go get some breakfast and talk about what we both want.” He walked into my adjacent bathroom and started the shower, the way he has done a thousand times before, before walking back to where I was and helping me off the bed.

Once I was on my feet, he placed another gentle kiss against my lips, and I felt my insides melt at the comfort of his touch. “But if I’m being completely honest, which you know I always am, I think we both already know we want the same thing.” I looked up at him through nervous eyelashes, and had to chew my bottom lip to stifle the massive smile that was threatening to take over my mouth. Matt had no problem showing his huge smile, and he tilted his head quizzically in my silence. “Am I right?” He asked, and instead of responding with words, I leaned up and placed a kiss of my own on his lips.

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[captain-hawks]

hello. help. i need to know... does the sex with atsumu + kita on the phone happen again? does it become a regular thing? does it grow into something more? how does kita react the next time he sees you? please HELP. that was the hottest thing ive ever read.

18+

a month passes without any mention of The Incident, until atsumu's on the phone with kita one night grousing about some mistakes he made during a jackals game the day before (because kita watches all of his games, and he knows his old captain will give him honest criticism).

not realizing that he's on the phone, you stride into the bedroom after a shower in nothing but a towel and tell atsumu that his "24 hours of punishing himself with sexless moping" are up.

"yer quite the masochist, huh," kita chuckles on the other end of the phone, and between the raspy, amused sound of his friend's voice and the sight of your still-wet body as you drop your towel to the floor in front of him, atsumu's suddenly painfully hard.

"want me to call ya back?" atsumu asks kita slowly, carefully.

kita's quiet for a moment. "think i'll wait."

"how should i make atsumu feel better, kita-san?" you ask as you watch atsumu switch over to speakerphone.

(atsumu comes so hard that night, he nearly passes out.)

--

though you've yet to actually discuss what exactly it is that the three of you are doing, it keeps happening. sometimes, atsumu doesn't even say anything at first when he dials kita late at night while he's in the middle of easing your tight hole open—he just lets him listen to you moan and pant and whine until his cock is buried to the hilt, a violent shudder of a groan running up his own spine when he feels the way your cunt clenches hard as kita softly says "good girl."

the two of you have kita over for dinner two months into whatever the fuck is going on, and it's almost maddening how calm he is when he arrives. like he hasn't been listening to you and atsumu fucking over the phone on a regular basis (like you haven't heard the wet, sloppy sounds of him falling apart as he fists his cock in tandem).

it's not until you're all sitting on the couch after dinner that atsumu finally speaks up and says, without any further lead in, "i wanna be the one to watch this time."

kita asks you before he moves. before he touches you, before he kisses you. and atsumu's barely got his hand wrapped around his own cock as he watches before kita's grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and kissing him, too. (atsumu comes all over his chest in thick, heavy spurts after desperately fucking kita's tight fist, kita's spit-covered lips oscillating messily between the two of you while you're cradled in his lap and bouncing on his cock.)

(anyway yeah after an all-night sex-a-thon this ends in a maturely negotiated and adequately discussed polyship<3)

[mochamadeleines]

Sins, Two Through Four <3

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Theyre nice, sure. Honeyed voices and beautiful eyes. But theyre just not for him. He prefers to stick with what he knows best. Messy, broken, women who are looking to distract themselves with him and his body. Sharp eyes topped with heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow. Women who know what to do with him.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that. (3.3k words)

tags!! 18+ javier peña x reader ! one shot! inoccent reader i guess?, no set era just vaguely somewhere in the late 80s early 90s :p, since its like entirely from his perspective hes only referred to as Javi and not javier sorry if that bothers u </3, corruption, religious allegories, steve and connie r there for five seconds, dubious I suppose cuz they be drinking, smut but its not like Good and its also there for about five second lolol.., p in v sex, blow jobs, rough sex, lots of depressing internal dialogue for javi Uhhhhhh, Sus thoughts abt causing harm to u I GUESS?? Toxic javi of course lol. kinda bad boy x good girl concept here but he wants to make u WORSE. mannn idk, some dom/sub dynamics if u squinttt

authors notes!! hi! Ok my first Javi fic LOOOOL been binging narcos and i had to take a break from my joel fic in the works to write this shit. I SPENT THE ENTIRE DAY PUMPING THIS OUT AHHHHH Beinf as that ive been working on it For One whole day it may not b my best work but i still had fun!! i kinda like the religious allegories Uhh IM NOT RELIGIOUS OR SCHOLARYLY OR ANYTHING so take whatever i reference with a grain of artsy salt.. enjoy!!!!

Javi doesnt do good girls. Literally and figuratively.

Theyre nice, sure. Honeyed voices and beautiful eyes. But theyre just not for him. He prefers to stick with what he knows best. Messy, broken, women who are looking to distract themselves with him and his body. Sharp eyes topped with heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow. Women who know what to do with him.

Hes been soiled by the world, therefore belongs with others whove met the same fate. But, hes okay with that. 

That brings him to now, at this crowded bar with Steve, later Connie. And you, he guesses. Hes never met you but hes heard of you. Tonight youre tagging along so thats that.

Anyways, Steve is updating him on his daughter and something else about enrolling her in private school but New York City is wildly expensive. Javis caught the eye of a pretty brunette further away from the bar hes sitting at. Shes in a black miniskirt begging to get taken off.

“Stop eye-fuckin’ her, Im talkin’ to you.”

“Relax, Im listening.” Javi takes another drag from his cigarette, tapping away the ash into a tray.”Youre a hard worker, Im sure you can find a way to move up and earn a little more for Olivias private schooling.”

Steve sighs, nursing his beer as he thinks. “Maybe. Just dont wanna be away from her more than i have to be.”

“Mm.”

The brunette beckons him over, and Javi is already sliding off the stool to meet her. “Ill be r-”

“Steve!” 

Connie is here, and so is her-

Friend? 

Youre wearing a baby blue slip with sheer white tights and a thin, white cardigan. Youre pretty. Its only when you introduce yourself and he meets your eyes that hes sure. Youre good. And he doesnt do good. Youre not his type, Javi decides. Lame.

He moves down a seat so you can sit next to Connie whos also next to Steve, and you seem nervous. He gets the feeling you dont come out to places like this a lot. Its too.. Grungy. People smoke inside and get crazy drunk and dance. Probably not your speed. Youre easy to read.

Steve, “Remind me again how you know each other?”

“From work! Shes a nurse.” Connie smiles at Steve first, and then to you. A nurse, of course. Because youre good and its practically oozing off of you. Maybe hes wrong. He hopes hes wrong. Only because youre so pretty, with pretty pink blush and lipgloss. 

You now, “I work in pediatrics.”

You work with children? Jesus christ.

You help people- help your community and take care of children. Javi had to watch children die, over and over, all too complicit each time it happens. No, youre not his type. Hes not into angels. Javi is far from holy and isnt about to desecrate you.

Then there's this feeling that starts to stir in his gut. An ugly feeling that wants to scratch through flesh and bone to get out.  He takes the final drag of his cigarette before smushing it into the ashtray. Why do you bother him so much? Maybe its because upon your arrival that pretty brunette he was eyeing disappeared. A real shame.

But youre here, and your breasts are softly spilling over the neckline of your dress, and while the length is enough to cover your ass when youre standing, the way it looks while youre sitting is a whole different story. Youre good eye candy. Glass half full thinking.

He clears his throat. “How long-” 

The bartender interrupts with a pearly smile. Hes asking if you want anything and hes obviously into you. Annoyingly so.

While youre ordering, Steve and Connie walk away to dance, and Connie stops by Javi, dipping her head to his ear. “Please, please dont fuck my friend.”

Ironic.

“Dont worry,” He leans his elbow on the counter, finishing the rest of his whiskey. “Shes not my type. Go have fun.”

You order three shots of vodka and apple juice. Its a little cute the way you hold your nose while you down each shot and chase it with some juice. Javis on his next glass of whiskey, watching how some of your drink rolls down your collar bone and into the valley of your breasts.

The sight of you is downright sinful. Its not fair.

“You need another shot or are you good now?”

Youre laughing, batting your hand dismissively. “No, No. Im good. I hate alcohol so I wanted to get this part over with and loosen up a little.”

“You dont have to drink it if you dont want to.”

“I like being drunk, just not drinking.”

“Fair enough.”

You fold your hands in your lap, and spin your seat side to side. “You were asking me something earlier?”

“How long have you been a nurse?”

“Three years now. I was working at a different hospital until recently. Thats how I met Connie.”

“Ah.”

“And you? What do you do?”

Javi lets the silence linger a bit. Fuck it. “Uh, CIA- but im retired now.”

“Oh- Yes! Right! Connie- She told me. Im sorry, you probably dont wanna talk about it.”

This is what makes his gums start itching. Most women- who are just as tragic as him- just bat their lashes and tell him its sexy he works for the government.

But you- Youre good. So you actually care about how hes feeling, and arent just trying to fuck him. Maybe that could change?- Ugh- No- no. Just no. Youll be ruined. Youd get dirty and thatd weigh him down like everything else does. Plus, Connie told him not to.

“Um. Have you done anything fun recently? Aside from all that?” Cute how you try to change the subject to spare his feelings.

Javi breaks open a new pack of cigarettes, slipping one out and putting it between his lips, then flicks his lighter on. Once, twice. A fifth time. No dice. The fucking thing ran out fluid. 

“Fuck,” He grumbles.

“Ah! Hold on!”

An eyebrow is raised.

You dig through your purse, and pull out a disposable lighter. You thumb the sparkwheel a couple times to get the flame going.

“Do you mind?”

Javi hums no and leans forward. You do too, cupping your hand over the flame in case it goes out. It lights, and he gets a good drag in.

“Thank you.”

“Youre welcome.” And youre smiling again and Javi wants to shake you around and see where youre hiding your halo. Hes good at getting information out of people. He could get you to confess.

“Any reason you carry around a lighter?”

“Uhh. For medicinal purposes.”

“Cheeky.”

You spin in your chair once, all the way around then wobble when you stop. Javi shoots his arm out to grab yours and keep you steady. 

“Careful.” 

“Thanks.” A short breath. “Still think I need another shot?”

Javi smirks. “Oh, definitely.”

And youre ordering two shots. Bold.

“To answer your question, I havent done any fun things, no- Oh actually, you know what? I went to the art museum the other day.”

“The MET?”

“Mhm.” 

“I went there a few months ago! Its beautiful isnt it? Do you have a favorite exhibit?”

“Probably European sculptures. The ones under the skylights were my favorite.”

“Yeah, those are beautiful.” You look off, dreamy. 

Youre a childrens nurse, youre bad at drinking, you like art, and Javier feels sick just sitting next to you. Theres so much ugly out there, hes sure youre aware, and yet youre as bright as ever infront of him. Youd probably fit right in with The Triumph of the Church. 

 Theres only one word that can describe that ugly feeling swirling in him. 

Envy. He wishes he could be as untouchable as you feel right now.

Theres a push and pull. He wants to taste your lips and roll up your dress and roughen you up, but he cant- he shouldnt. You dont deserve to get felt up by someone so unclean.

And yet,

Your beautiful smile, one that always reaches your eyes, and your precious laugh, and the way youve been nervously playing with your hands this entire time makes him want to break you. To rip those wings out and keep you from flying. 

Javi really is devilish.

“Okay, shot time!” You push one of the glasses towards him. 

“Im not taking a shot,” He takes another puff from the cigarette, then lets it rest on the ashtray.

“C’mon, Javier! Pleeeeeaaaase?” 

“Javi.” He emphasizes.

“Okay.” You nod, “Javi, please?”

“Fine.”

Alright, alright. It didnt take much, but to be fair ‘please’ and ‘Javi’ just sound so good together when you say it. 

Clink! 

You count to three, and together you take the shot. Javi only grimaces at the taste and youre scrambling for the juice after letting go of your nose. Youre so damn messy about it too. Javi gets the bartender to get some napkins.

“I think I'm done,” You cough.

“I think youre done too.” He smiles, “Do you normally spill your drinks on yourself?” 

You patiently hold still while Javi wipes down your mouth, then your chin, then your collarbone, careful to not get too close to your chest. He eyes the dainty necklace that carries your first name initial. 

“Noooo, it all just happens so fast, you know? Oh! And thank you for cleaning me up.” Youre smacking your lips together, “Ah shit, my gloss.” 

“Yeah, looks like you ate it all in the chaos.” He glances over at the four shot glasses, all stained.

You groan after digging through your purse. “Fuck, I left my compact at home.”

“Being a girl seems hard.”

“It is.” You sigh, albeit dramatic. “Ill be back.”

You slide off the stool and almost eat shit actually. At least Javi is there to catch you. Again. This might be a recurring theme tonight considering how many drinks you had. Must be a lightweight.

“Im sorry- Fuck, Im so sorry,” Youre laughing again, and it gets a laugh out of him too. Back on the stool you go.

“If you fall again Im not gonna catch you.”

“Thats okay, I wouldnt catch me either.” 

Javi thinks for a moment, curious. 

“I could, yknow, put the gloss on you. If you want.”

“Really? Youd do that?”

Your eyes are big and bright, lashes accentuated by your mascara. The way you look at him makes him feel oddly special. Its not sultry, or wanting. You have this natural allure to you. Angelic. That alone makes him want to touch you again. To yank you down from the clouds.

“Yeah, gimmie the gloss.”

You put it in his palm and lean towards him. Javi messes with the applicator, listening to the squish of product inside the tube. Seems easy enough.

Javi situates himself more comfortably in the chair, then holds your chin as he applies it. Youre well behaved the entire time, like he expected, except for the fact that you lost your balance again and gripped onto his thigh to keep you from falling. He clears his throat. There are blaring alarms in his head telling him to put distance between you both.

“Sorry.”

“Its alright. I dont mind.”

You swallow nervously. Any angel would be nervous if they were this close to an agent of hell. Get it? Agent?

Javi tucks away the fly aways first. The applicator swipes across your bottom lip, and hes squinting at the little sparkles in the gloss. Its a nice touch. His thumb rubs away any excess to keep it neat.

“Good job for not falling again.” 

“I had some help.” And youre both grinning now.

“Mkay, all done.” 

You smack your lips, nodding. “Thank you.”

This is the moment where Javi should let you go. He should excuse himself and find someone who isnt you, someone whos filthy just like him, and have them instead.

You tilt your head in his palm, letting him cradle your face.

But youre so pretty, and youre so sweet, and youre right there. 

That feeling from earlier is bubbling up again, the need to ruin you. You might look prettier covered in bite marks and sweat, with your hair messed up and your recently applied gloss all gone. Again. 

He shouldnt.

But then again, what are sinners even good for if not this? Converting others and carrying on the missions of the Devil himself, you know, the works. Fuck, its not like he wasnt doing it anyways. Shout out to the government.

Javi observes you, trying to make a decision. “Hey,” 

“Hiii.” 

“Can I take you home?” 

Its was easy, and you were so well behaved about it too. You did a little nervous yapping on the way to his apartment but it was cute. He learned you had a pet cat, and he tells you about the dog he grew up with. You talk about the shitty weather recently and Javi tells you he got rained on and slipped going up the stairs. It settles your nerves. Good. His phone keeps ringing in the glove compartment, but he just tells you to ignore it. Steve no doubt.

He makes sure to hold your hand on the way up to his apartment, giving it a squeeze before he lets go to open the door.

Javi’s heart never usually pounds this hard bringing any woman to his place, and its downright sinnister how excited he is. 

When the door closes, you both leave your shoes at the door. 

“Want anything? I dont have any apple juice but I can give you orange juice? Water if you want that instead?” 

“Orange juice sounds good.”

You begin to linger about his living room. Youre probably getting a feel for how impersonal it all is. Plain. His room is a bit more interesting, at least. 

Javi hands you the glass and shucks off his leather jacket, draping it over one of the kitchen chairs.

The first time he kisses you, is while walking through to the entrance of his bedroom. One hand gripping your hip and the other cradling the back of your head. He swallows ever whimper, every sigh, every squeak until the back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress. Javi pulls away, watching the string of spit snap and cling to your bottom lip.

“Are you good at following directions?”

“Yes-Yes. I am.” You choke out.

Now sat on the bed, “Great. On your knees then.” 

Tonight, youre going to pray. Youre going to sing.

You hesitate to get down, but do it with no complaints. Javi stretches over to the bedside table, grabbing a spare pack of cigarettes and lighter. 

Your eyes are on him, patiently waiting for another command. 

He continues to smoke at a leisurely pace, petting your head and caressing the apples of your cheeks. Youre leaning into his hand affectionately again.

Youre hit with some of the excess smoke he breathes out, coughing a bit. 

“Javi-”

“No more talking. Understand?”

A beat passes, and you nod again, only shuffling forward to rest your head on the inside of his thigh. Javi taps away the ash.

“Good girl.”

You stay down there for a little while, only squirming and wiggling to relieve the soreness settling into your knees. You dont talk, you dont whine, you dont go grabbing at him. You stay put because he didnt tell you to do anything else. Youre good. Angels are loyal to a fault.

When you do get a command, youre perking up like a dog. Cute. Javis telling you to take his cock out.

You go for it, and he tuts at you. “Do it slow.”

And so, youre doing it slowly now, pulling out the leather from under the buckle, opening it up and then popping open the button to his jeans. Your lips press into a thin line, looking up at him for reassurance.

“Go on.”

His zipper is pulled down at a snails pace, and your eyes widen at the lack of underwear. No surprise there. Javi sighs when you take him your hand. 

He lets you feel him up curiously, your thumb wisping over his flushed tip, smearing along the white beads gathering there. 

“Put it in your mouth.”

You stiffen, unsure. Javis reminded that youre good and you probably dont do this kind of thing a lot. 

“Its not hard, nena. Promise. Want me to teach you?”

Youre nodding now, more eagerly.

“Start by kissing it.”

Tentatively, you kiss starting from the bottom up- That much you know how to do- So its a good start. He sighs out the last bit of smoke and stretches over to the bedside again to put out the cigarette. 

After kissing, youre licking, and after licking, youre finally trying to swallow him. He groans, holding the back of your head and coaxing you to take more.

You gag, backing out to catch your breath then taking him in again.

“Jus’ like that- Fuck-”

And somehow the slight inexperience gives you the upperhand. You want to be good for him, and your  clumsy hands are doing as much as they can to make up for your lack of deep-throating capabilities.

Its when you suck harshly on the head that he hunches forward with a gasp. “Yeah-Yes.”

You do it again, and again, and hes so fucking close now but he stops you. Not yet.

“You did good.” Javi reassures you. “Get up.”

You wobble up onto your feet and hes pulling you into a kiss, hands exploring you all over with urgency. He needs it now, to do what he wanted to do at the bar when he first started talking to you. He needs to drag you down with him.

Javi pulls your cardigan off, and then your dress, and as more layers of your clothing come off the more he cant wait. Youre moaning under his tongue, only squirming when he nips at the flesh of your torso, leaving a trail of blossoming bruises in his wake. He tells you to lay down and you follow accordingly. 

Javi kisses up your stomach, and the junction between your neck and shoulder. You almost speak, almost. And it has his dick harder than he thought it could get. Youre still obeying. Fucking incredible.

He pulls your hips forward, making you whimper. A finger traces through your folds, and he practically gushes with pride just feeling what hes done to you so far. He hasnt even gotten to the best part.

“Talk to me,”

Youre babbling now, “K-Keep touching me- Dont stop. Please, Javi.” There it is again. ‘Please’ and ‘Javi’. He cant say no to someone whos been so reverent thus far.

He rewards you by tracing soft circles around your clit, watching the way your abdomen flexes at the pressure. The combination of nervousness and arousal has your thighs quaking around his forearm. You give in so easy. 

Javi tells you to lay on your stomach, Then, hes pressing kisses up your spine to soothe you. To sedate you. 

You practically crumble when his cock reaches all the way inside you. This is it. Hes going to rip those obnoxious fucking wings out of your back.

“Javi,” You wheeze, clawing at the sheets. His hand sits on the nape of your neck to keep you pinned down. Javi grunts, doubling forward over your back. Its almost like hes punishing your guts just because youre you. 

He grabs your wrists instead, pulling them behind your back and anchoring himself with one hand. The other curls into your hair, yanking your head up from the pillow you covered in drool. 

You sob, trembling when Javi buries himself to the hilt. Hes panting over your neck like a dog, licking and nipping there like one too.

“Thank you,” You sniffle, twisting your neck to get a glimpse of him. Your mascaras running down your face. Humble, even in the face of your own sacrilege. 

Javi shushes you with a sloppy kiss. Hell only accept your thanks when hes finally run you dry.

Tonight is the night you fell from grace. All because of him.

[pumpkinbxtch]

𓇼 the sun & the sea 𓇼 〰✷〰

— apollo / lester x daughter of poseidon!reader

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

☆ radiostar is playin': forever always by the driver era…!

warnings: none taglist: @emidpsandia

He, apparently, was dead missing.

"He went alone on the mission with Python. He hasn't returned for three days now." A month later, Meg contacted you through an Iris message and explained everything that had happened. A month later and the days passed, nobody knew about him.

"We only know that he retrieved all the Oracles and the gifts of prophecy returned," Chiron told you, and Dionysus, for the first time, looked nervous and worried about his brother.

But if Apollo had succeeded in his mission, where was he? You hadn't dreamed of him either. Days went by and your anxiety grew.

"I didn't agree, but my brother insisted on pushing him to the limit," Poseidon said seriously, and Percy replied, "I think he took it too literally, don't you?" You suppressed a groan while your father scolded your brother with his gaze. Python was gone forever, but they knew nothing of Apollo.

"It's okay, it's only been five days," you thought, but you realized that every day you did it with a new number and without any news until almost two weeks had passed... Honestly, you didn't know how many times you had cried in all that time, you didn't even bother to hide it, and even your roommate requested a room change.

Lately, the time was bad in every sense. Thunder rumbled, and you hugged the pillow tighter, tears already rolling down your cheeks. The room was colder than usual; after all, you were alone in it. You accompanied yourself with the dim light of your desk lamp, and the flash of lightning illuminated the darkest corners. You realized you were crying over too many things, everything was very recent, you hadn't even finished processing Jason's death, and those lightning bolts... all they did was remind you of it.

"Wasn't it enough with him?" You wondered as you let out your sobs. Jason was his son just like Apollo, and if he led them both to death just to reaffirm his authority to everyone, you had no doubts that Zeus was a cruel father. The thunder shook the window, and you closed your eyes in anger, not retracting anything, even if Zeus annihilated you with one of his lightning bolts, you would never do so. Probably beyond, on Olympus, your own father struggled with annoyance with his brother, but even if Poseidon wasn't half the father that Paul was to you and Percy, he would never allow you to be harmed.

Your tennis sounded against the wet sand of the path leading to your favorite café. You walked in a ghost town with a hollow chest and the cold penetrating your bones, but it didn't matter because you already felt like those skeletons that Nico brought to the surface when he was in a bad mood; anyway, you moved forward to have a hot chocolate, it was Sunday, you had to have enough strength for classes the next day.

— Here it is — the lady said when you had just formed in line at the bar. You frowned and shook your head.

— Surely it's for someone else, I just got in line.

The girl smiled and looked at the label.

— Hot chocolate? —she asked in the waiting line, and no one recognized it, she returned to you and handed it to you again. — It was ordered in advance.

A joke from Frank? Frank didn't make jokes. But if it were, how did he know what you wanted?

You took it and looked at the label, it had a sun drawn on it that made you purse your lips. "Of course, it had to be," you thought bitterly and walked back taking the long way, the one that passed by the small Tiber.

The sunlight barely reflected on the water after all it was covered by the clouds, and you sighed as you looked at the huge body of water, your chest hurt. How did this happen? You would be better off if you hadn't entered that Grove, but you had to do your will, but you wouldn't have had those days with Apollo, which provoked mixed emotions in you again.

"this rhymes for him were different, but he hopes for put that ring and find what he's been missing."

— If you wanted to marry me so much, come back and do it — you murmured with your nose buried in your scarf and tears stinging your eyes. You cut your step and faced the river that continued to shine coldly, the small cup you held slipped from your hands with each sob, and when you let out the first whimper, you let it go. However, it didn't fall. You gasped, and when you looked beside you, your breath left you.

Of those brown curls, only a few remained mixed with the blond ones, of the freckles you counted that last time you had him too close, there were only about three hundred instead of a thousand. He was taller, and his body more athletic, but he wore the same Led Zeppelin t-shirt and ripped jeans from the knees. His smile was big and triumphant, the same blue eyes you had been waiting to see were just trying to memorize your fractions in the same way you were doing with him.

— And are you serious or are you just fooling me?— His voice. You threw yourself into his arms without considering if he could be hurt, but judging by how he looked... then you took him by the shoulders, he foolishly thought you would kiss him, but you just leaned back and kicked him in the chest with the skill that only you could have.

He groaned on the ground in a fetal position, and seconds later, he rose on his elbows with a confused look.

— Idiot — you shouted as you walked towards him and knelt to be at his height. Apollo couldn't help but smile like an idiot, and you couldn't help but hug him again. — Where the hell were you?

Your whimpering caused guilt in his chest, and he took care of your head as both lay back on the grass. He stroked your hair as you clung to his chest, wishing his scent would imprint on you to never forget it.

— Hey…— He called you, and you looked up, noticing tears in his eyes too. You cupped his cheek and, before he could say anything else, you kissed him. The first kiss. He closed his eyes, completely surrendered to you, feeling like he could finally breathe freely after months. When your soft lips left his, he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck. You couldn't see it, but Apolo had a flushed face and a knot in his stomach.

But you didn't need to see it, because as he hid in you, the sun broke through the clouds, shining brightly, almost lighting up the whole world with brighter colors than before. It was with that detail that you confirmed he had become a god again, and his feelings were showing to you in too many ways.

— I…— You spoke after several minutes of silence, causing him to sit properly on the grass with you, holding your hand. — I do want to be with you. I'm not just messing around, just so we're clear.

— Do you have an alternative? — He joked, and you gently pushed him while nervously looking at your hands.

— Fool.

— For you, of course — he cooed as he took your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him. His cheeks were still flushed, but you noticed that his skill to seduce without seeming like an inexperienced teenager had returned, and that's where your first jealousy arose because you wished only you could have that side of him.

— And only for me, I'm sure — you grumbled under your breath at having that thought, and he laughed.

— I was born to love only you, believe me.— Apollo said, getting up and offering his hand to help you. — And just like art, I'll be faithful to you.

— Wow, what a great poet — you took his hand, and he took you by the waist, bending down to touch his nose to yours. You never believed in the expression "like a Greek god" until he looked at you in that way.

— Are you going to marry me? — He stroked your nose with his while gently squeezing your waist. You nodded silently like a fool, and he gave you a peck on the lips with a smirk. — I just wanted to make sure, but actually, I don't need any of that to be devoted to you. You're everything to me.

He took your hand and led you along the edge of the small Tiber, which now shone fervently.

•

— Apollo! — You shouted from the reception of the mansion on Olympus, closing the big door forcefully and looking at your husband playfully peeking behind his throne.

— Yes, dear? — You pursed your lips and approached him.

— Where are my things?

— Which ones? — He played dumb, and you sighed.

— From my bedroom at the university, where are they?

—In your room...— you raised an eyebrow — here.

You growled and pulled him to come out from behind the throne.

— I told you it would be until I graduated.

Apollo pouted and slumped his shoulders.

—But I miss you.

You smiled and hugged him.

— I miss you too, but— you stepped back and showed the ring on your ring finger —I have this, darling, and that's enough to scare off my classmates. I don't need to come down from Olympus every day when I can be in the dorms.

Apollo nodded regretfully.

— Alright, alright...— he snapped his fingers and smiled at you — everything is already in your silly university dorm.

You smiled and gave him a kiss. As you started making your way to the exit, he sighed.

— I'll see you tonight — he shouted, and you turned around smiling.

The Sun illuminates the beauty of the sea but never tries to contain it, and the sea shows the sun that even in the stormiest moments or the darkest nights, its light never fades.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

wibta if i keep having sex with my friends dad? nsfw warning

i (20s cismale) got invited by my friend (20s nonbinary) to try out some new edibles they made last thursday. this isnt too weird because both of us are unemployed (they get disability, i get money from unemployment, and we both live with our parents) and usually during the day their dad (50s cismale) is at work so we get the house to ourselves. well last thursday was different because i came over late in the night when their dad was home, and he offered to make me some dinner too. i get the munchies really bad so i was immediately like yes please and thank you while i fucked off to my friends room. we played some smash bros while we waited for the cookies to kick in, and when it started to hit his dad called us both out for dinner. dinner was great, and his dad is super chill — so he let us raid his alcohol cabinet. i dont think he knew either of us were stoned for the record (im naturally really quiet/dont make eye contact, my friend sounds high 24/7 naturally) so i dont think he was like trying to get anyone drunk or anything. my tolerance is pretty good but my friends is shit so it didnt take long until they were like blackout drunk and passing out on the couch, while their dad and i were both drunk too (not blackout but pretty drunk, and i was still high) and sitting on the opposite side of the couch next to eachother

important fact about me - i crossdress like femboys or whatever theyre called. i like looking really feminine and cute and confusing people. im not trans or anything like that gender is just a game and i am winning it. but i do tend to dress up in very egirl/goth gf clothes if you know what i mean, and i look pretty convincing ive been told (friend tells me i would pass for ciswoman with the makeup on). i think their dad maybe forgot that i was me (he usually sees me in boy clothes) and he started hitting on me? i didnt think i was gay or bi either until he started doing it and i got really flustered but i didnt stop him? again i was fucked up so the attention felt really nice despite it being my friends dad. but anyways he kept getting closer until he kissed me, and it felt nice so i let it keep going? which was probably super fucked up in retrospect. but anyways stuff gets hot and steamy, their dad doesnt bother lifting up my skirt, one thing leads to another and we have sex. he definitely noticed im not a girl during that (its pretty hard to miss lol) but he didnt stop so we kept going for a while

after we were done he and i passed out on the couch in a kind of awkward position, we both woke up in the morning and i think thats when he realized im me, but he didnt seem to freak out even though hes straight?? or at least i thought he was straight. but we had sex again in the morning and then when my friend woke up we all had breakfast and i went back to my friends room and we hung out more and got high again. while we were though i accidentally spilled the beans to my friend, and they FREAKED out on me and said that i was so gross for doing that, and they cant believe that it happened, stuff like that. they kicked me out of their room and their dad had to drive me home because i was shaking bad from it. but while their dad drove me home i was super pissed and mad and not thinking straight (haha) and so i tried to convince their dad to take a detour so we could fuck again. and he was like, okay sure, so we did?? but now i feel horrible for doing it knowing that it grossed my friend out so much, but i really like their dad and he seems to like me too, and i want to keep banging him :(

What are these acronyms?

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Snow Angel 7

Chapter 7: conserving Series Masterlist

low - medium honor Arthur Morgan x fem. Reader

Arthur has been living by himself, laying low (for real this time) somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. After the whole Pinkerton and Micah debacle, he has been hiding away, waiting for it all to blow over, occasionally getting letters from the people who still know that he’s alive. He’s been alone awhile and at first, he thought he could handle a little loneliness. He has been wrong before. Lucky for him, you look like the perfect thing to break up the monotony.

Warnings: dubious consent, low honor Arthur, darkish fic, a bit of naive reader minor character death, guns, reader has dated and period typical ideals, not very good ideas about men and marriage… if you want reader to be strong and a fighter… this is not for you sorry WC: 3676 Hiiii : ) so sorry for taking so long with this. I know I promised a really long chapter but instead, ive broken it up to keep it at a readable length and i will be putting out ch 8 later today to make up for taking so long, i hope you can forgive me 😔 I was so honored to see all of your lovely comments and feedback, im so happy, omg you have no clue, all of the little notes i got that were excited to see updates make me cry 🥹 Tags: no TB, weird but not that toxic relationship, some sweet arthur cuddle, arthur and his foul mouth : )

Arthur reveals a truth about himself.

Waking late in the night, there is a heavy presence behind you. On the verge of suffocating really, Arthur breathes; slow and even, asleep. It comes as a surprise to you that both of you fit in this tent; Arthur being such a large man. The fire crackles on and casts a deep orange glow still lighting the night around you. The warmth that surrounds you, however, comes completely from Arthur. It’s a little uncomfortable with him so close, the rough leather of his gun belt presses into your lower back. You wiggle, but he hardly stirs. But you can’t help to appreciate the heat he wraps you up in, the simple pleasure it gives you to have him hold you so close.

Your thoughts wander in the opposite direction of your appreciation. You think of carefully slipping out and going to your horse, leaving Arthur at this camp alone. But you opened your big mouth and told him where you and your parents lived. There’s no way you can keep Lucky very quiet, he would snort and stomp around grumpily. 

If Arthur woke while you were leaving, he would be furious. Worse then, is the idea of him waking up, cold, searching for you. Your stomach sours at the thought of Arthur waking alone. How angry he would be, how lonely. Maybe you would be lonely without him too. Would you miss him? Miss his lustful acts, his kisses? His overbearing presence, his heavy warmth? 

Some part of you can’t go back to the ignorance you had before. The innocence in not knowing entirely what he wanted with you when he took you to bed. You thought such an act to be sacred, reserved between man and wife, not just for pleasure, to feel so whole. It would feel like something was missing if you couldn’t have what Arthur had given you. It’s a strange thought, it makes your eyes scrunch shut. How awful a thought, that you need Arthur and all of the things he's done to you, that you want them to happen again. That you don’t want to leave him. 

Who knows if you’d even be able to lift Arthur’s arm off of you, anyway. He has a big arm slung over your hip, you imagine how he fell asleep holding your own sleeping form close to himself. It’s an oddly comforting thought, twisting your stomach with some sort of affection. He may not be traditional, may not be the perfect love story you had wanted when you were a girl. He hasn’t even been so bold or vulnerable to tell you that he loved you. But all of his actions point to some untold feeling that he harbors for you. You had never met a man who tried so hard to be with you, who met you and wanted nothing else but to have you at his side. 

Just as you’re about to drift back to sleep while thinking of him, Lucky starts to snort anyhow, nervous and shuffling. Somebody’s voice breaks the calm of your state immediately, like you’ve jumped in a cold river, shock freezes your limbs.

“Quiet, stupid animal,” a nasally male voice says over the sounds of the night and Lucky's anxious chuffing. You try to nudge Arthur, wiggling to face him but he only breathes deeply. You can hear the man looking through your things, pocketing items. You poke hard into Arthur, making him groan. 

He sees you when he groggily opens his eyes, face to face. He’s about to open his mouth when you shake your head, trying to convey your panic. His eyes stare confusedly and bleary from sleep. It’s not until he can hear the man rifling through the supplies on the wagon that he seems to understand. You see his features harden like tree sap, a look you’ve never seen on him before. He squeezes your hip, to comfort you, you think; before he sits up slowly, hand already on his revolver. He sleeps in his gun belt, as if already expecting some stranger to creep in on him. 

With an ease you didn’t think such a big man like him could have, he’s out of the tent and up on his feet. You can hear Arthur raise his gun and click the hammer back, making the man freeze. 

“Startin’ to miss when it was me doin’ the robbin’,” he says. The man turns so suddenly. You peek outside of the tent. You know Arthur wouldn’t want you to make yourself known but you can’t help but peek out of the thin sliver between the flaps. 

“Now, well, I was only hungry, ain’t ate nothin’ in three days! Slim pickin’s out here,” the man’s voice is strained. Arthur doesn’t falter. As if thinking over the man’s words, he hesitates. The burglar does look worse for wear but he did have every intention of taking all that he could carry. The panic wells in his eyes, the fear makes him shake. 

“I can give it back! No harm done, right?” He begins rifling through his pockets in an attempt to appease Arthur, but he fumbles, dropping something to the ground. Arthur’s words interrupts the moment. The thief puts his hands up. 

“Reckon you was gonna take more than a can of beans,” Arthur has his easy drawl to all of his words. His revolver doesn’t sway, doesn’t lower. It’s focused on the man. The calmness he possesses sucks the air out of the space. You think of his comment. He misses when it was him robbing others. He has done this before and he has no problem doing it again, holding his gun up at somebody, his commanding voice making his victim tremble in fear. 

A loud bang and a puff of smoke scares birds from their nests. You cover your ears and slip from where you were peeking down to your bottom. Arthur stows his weapon against the leather of his holster. Once you can hear clearly again, the gentle ringing of his spurs is all you can make out.

You come out, shocked at the sight of the thief crumpled on the ground. You’re almost afraid to look, walking up to where Arthur stands and the man lies in a pool of his own blood, soaking the earth underneath him. Arthur’s shot was perfect. Right in the center of his forehead. The contents of his skull leak out all over the floor of this clearing. Much too visceral for you. You cover your mouth. Nausea hits you, seeing such a disturbing display. You had never seen a dead man before. He has such an odd look on his features, his last moment of fear is stuck there on his face. His eyes look like they could still blink at any moment.

“Y’alright? Don’t look if it’s gonna make you cry, girl,” he’s picking through the man’s pockets, taking back the things he stole, a pocket watch and a coin purse from your saddle bag. “Damn rat,” he sighs, nudging the body in the side with his boot. He tosses all of the stolen goods into the back of the cart. 

Arthur has no reaction akin to yours, only indifference which borders on cruelty. His irreverent behavior has you flinching. You can’t seem to look anywhere else but at those lifeless eyes, at the hollow stare. It’s hard to say if the man deserved to have a hole in his head the way he did. 

 Arthur clicks his tongue in a small irritation when he notices you stuck to the scene, unable to look anywhere else but the vacant stare of the thief. He’s marching over and pulling you away, gently taking you into his arms. He puts himself between you and the body, til you can’t see it anymore. Comforting strokes down your back make you ease, albeit slowly. The fire flickers weakly, not much left to burn but daylight would be here within the next two hours. You sigh and let yourself sink into Arthur. It isn’t fair how warm he is with no coat on. 

“Alright, back to bed with you, too cold out here,” he’s ushering you back to the tent. 

“Are you coming back to bed?” You find your ask sounding more like a plea. You notice when it comes out of your mouth, your face warm. He shakes his head, shrugs on his coat. 

“Gotta clean up this mess, unless you like the extra company,” your face crinkles. How he finds humor after killing a man, you don’t understand. You kneel down to enter but turn around to look at the shape of Arthur in the fire light. Broad and dark, a shadow. 

“I-I don’t want you to go,” you don't look at first (out of embarrassment) but you do look up when your words make him stop in his tracks. He stops his dutiful striding. He looks over his shoulder but not turning completely. His posture before was upright and ready for action but with your words, he sags a little, putting his hand on his hip, huffing a barely audible chuckle. 

“Won’t take me too long,” he’s off and he picks up the body, up over his shoulder. As if it were a sack of potatoes or corn. His boots crunch in the snow, walking for a few minutes down into a thicket. You can hear him toss the body. No reverence. You don’t know how to feel. You’re sure that man wasn’t planning to kill you. Arthur could have let him go. But he had kept you safe. 

Arthur returns with little change in his attitude, letting the events of the night slide off of him, water over the scales of an alligator. He’s in the tent with you, more than happy to relax. Laying down, crossing one leg over the other. Like nothing has happened. He has his arm out for you to tuck into. You do, as always. How strange you are to take comfort and safety in the arms of a man who shot down another not even ten minutes ago. The both of you are strange, two mismatched people looking for comfort in one another. 

“You killed him,” you whisper in the night air, the sound of branches swaying in the wind is the only thing nature can give to break up the utter silence of winter. You say those words like you can’t believe he took a life so easily. Like instinct, a second nature. Arthur did seem to have something lurking just under the surface. Waiting for the right opportunity, the right provocation. 

“I did,” he has nothing else to say. As casual as anything else. You can’t find an argument to give him. A sigh escapes him, a slightly fed-up tone to it. “And you give a shit?” He’s a bit forceful, like he wants you to lash out at him, to tell him he’s a monster, a bad man. Your fingers tighten as they grip onto him. You settle into his warmth, his hold. Like a house cat. Your heart rate slips slowly into relaxation as you sigh against him.

“Never seen a dead man,” Instead you tell him the truth or as much as you can reveal of it. That you’re twisted enough to only remark on the fact that the man was a new sight. Your voice is a whisper, almost too quiet for him to hear.

A small tension in him is released when you say that.“ Lost count of how many I’ve seen,” he’s stating a simple fact. You wonder what he’s done in life to not remember how many men he’s seen like that, crumpled like an old newspaper and forgotten. You want to ask but you’re afraid of the answer after what he said earlier. 

Your hand is on his chest, head on his shoulder. You try not to think of that man’s head popped open, spilling on the ground. You must seem so childish to him. A sheltered girl kept from the world. You breathe slowly. Can hardly stand to sleep but Arthur lays awake with you. 

“Ain’t nobody else comin’, honey, just go to sleep,” he doesn’t sound exasperated. His voice feels like it's confined to this tent, so quiet. Like the world stops outside of the canvas woven around you. 

You don’t know why but you feel the sudden onslaught of emotions, some delayed fear rouses from the depths of you, washing over you in one big wave. You try to keep it from happening, feeling rather immature. Tears leak from you anyway. You grip onto Arthur before you start to cry, fingers scrunching into the fabric of his shirt and vest. 

You don't have the capacity to read Arthur for his reaction but you can feel him close around you, his scent, his gentle shushing. “You’ll be alright now, ain’t nothin’ to worry about,” The comment is a little awkward, unpracticed. But his desire to comfort you feels genuine. 

You sob into his chest, sniffling and curling in on him, overwhelmed. It takes you a while to come back, quieting down as he lays a kiss in your hair. He’s pulled you almost entirely into him, pressed flush against him. He pulls his riding gloves from his hands, untucks your shirt from where it's trapped underneath your riding pants. His hands are warm and rough, sliding over the give of your soft belly up to your back. His touch feels like hot tea with honey. Pleasing in this soft moment, where he holds you. 

You sniffle, wetting his shirt with your tears. You're so sapped of energy, barely able to keep your eyes open. Embarrassment unfurls in you too at the thought of you crying your eyes out on his shirt. 

“Got a little crybaby, don’t I?” He’s poking fun, not too mean spirited. However he still derives joy from seeing you tuck into him, hiding your face shyly. 

Arthur doesn't say much after that. Tucking you into the safety of his shoulder. You listen to his lungs fill with air. You don’t know how he can be so cruel in one moment and so docile in the next, he’s a completely different person.

You adjust so that your noses almost touch, his eyes snap open when he senses you looking at him. 

Perhaps a day or two ago, you would have minded more if your thoughts wandered to him kissing you, messy and loving despite your situation. But all you want is for him to kiss you. Though heat climbs up your neck and cheeks, you still find yourself wishing he just knew what you wanted, too embarrassed to tell him. You could only imagine the smug smile he would have, he probably wouldn’t give in either, he’d make you beg or some other humiliating act. He’d revel in your shyness. 

He doesn't seem to realize your desire. You have no desire to share it in a verbal manner or an actionable one either. Though you're not brave enough to initiate a kiss with him, you know he likes it when you touch him. 

And you do. Up his chest, to his cheek, the stubby hairs poking the delicate skin of your finger tips. Your touch makes him react too, makes his eyes relax, the smallest sigh leaves his lips. With you touching his face, he finally fulfills your wish, pressing so close, lips chapped but the flick of his tongue adds a bright warmth. The contact sends your heart into a frenzy. Why you're so happy, why you enjoy it so much isn't such a mystery anymore. You've started to internalize his words, how he'd be your husband, how he’d take care of you. And that’s all he’s done so far; taken care of you. 

He pulls you so close, grabbing everything he can, squeezing at the flesh that gives on your hips and bottom. His tongue pushes past your hesitance, licking into your mouth. You let him lay claim to you in every way he wants to. After he’s had his fill, he holds your face in his hands. Your fingers skim down to where you can feel his heart the strongest. You can taste the tobacco he smoked earlier. Playfully, you pull away, pushing your smaller hands against him. For a moment he’s displeased until you open your mouth to speak.

“You taste bitter,” your whisper is quiet and he grins at you. 

“There a problem? Wasn't me pulled out that cigarette,” 

You shake your head, a smile breaks on your lips. You bite your lip before kissing him anyway. From the feel of it, he smiles too. ‘That's what I thought’ is mumbled against you before his tongue meets your own again.

 It's euphoria that breaks up on your tongue like candy, melts away and slides down your throat. The soft sounds you make are returned with his own sighs and groans. Your kiss has him as close as he can be but you want him closer. The thought of him killing sours the moment for only a second before you rush to right his wrongs for him. Your valiant protector, keeping danger away at all costs. Every second between you two, you savor. You know that he would do anything to keep you safe now. 

“Arthur…” he hums; calling his name can't pull his attention away from trailing his mouth down to your chin and the underside of your neck. Giggles come from your lips, his beard tickles the sensitive area of your neck and face. He rights himself so he can bow over you, open mouthed kisses on your neck turn into a startling sting when he latches on your skin. You vainly push at his shoulders, whining, but he won't stop until he's satisfied. You don’t understand why he’s kissing so rough, too weak to push at him enough. When he pulls away you stare up at him, no doubt making a pout that he touches with his thumb. 

“That hurt,” You rub at the spot, wet with his spit. His smug grin doesn't drop at all. He just finds your confusion endearing. 

“Jus’ gotta make sure you know you’re mine, s’all,” He says, as if his actions were an obvious reality. His words touch some unknown part of you, sensitive to his odd sentiments. Even though theyre dipped in his usual cool attitude, a breathy chuckle that betrays him. He liked that more than he let on.

“Yours,” you say, almost offhandedly but the simple word has Arthur looking at you. In the dark, you can't see much but you can hear his breathing pick up. That urge of his to utterly possess you is stoked like a fire, burning brighter. He bears down on you, face so close to yours. You can feel the ridge of his uneven nose bump your cheek. 

“Supposed to be puttin’ you to bed, girl,” He speaks like you're a tempting thought, a seductress. Nothing you do strikes you as particularly flirtatious but you might try your hand at it.

“What would you do instead?” you ask, knowing what he would have in mind but teasing him would do him no harm. 

“You're messin’, playin games with me,” He sees right through you. Arthur is always too aware to have one pulled over on him. All of your bravery has drained from you, you might have liked getting a rise out of him but Arthur is obviously a man not to be tossed about. Not so easily anyway. His words have you looking away, even in the dark but his hand guides your face back up. He looks down at you but he grumbles. “This tent is too goddamn small for this, maybe I can fuck on you proper in your bed. With your folks in the next room, on a little bed you had since you were a girl no doubt,” He flops down onto his back again, pulling you so you’re at his side, tucking an arm underneath you. His laugh rumbles through his chest, his hand playing with the edges of your hair, sliding over your shoulder. You feel your face heat and a worried look pull your brows into each other. You smack his chest lightly, feeling scandalized at the mere thought.

“We-You can’t do that, Arthur!” That petulant tone to your voice embarrasses you even more than his perverted statements. A scratchy whine, childish. 

“And why the hell not? Must be big enough to bend you over the damn thing,” He scratches nonchalantly at his chin, as if discussing the weather. “I’m tired anyway, your little pussy cat can suck the milk outta me tomorrow,” His vulgar words make you turn away. How undignified they are. But you can’t deny how they make you feel. He has a chuckle, thick with his puffed up pride. 

He sighs and adjusts himself. The thrill you get at thinking of doing such a thing with your parents in the same house makes you sick. You had never dreamed of doing something so deplorable. 

“Arthur, you- you’re-” 

“I’m what?” His voice is gruff in your ear as he presses up behind you, turning so that he can hold your body close to his chest. You can feel how big he is like this, how you are nowhere near the very length of him laid out at your back. 

“Disgusting,” He huffs a small laugh against the curve of your ear lobe, tickling your hair. 

“Do I revile you? My poor princess,” It's only a little sarcastic, his arms tighten around you, comforting. You realize that he has completely distracted you from your outburst, from the incident with the thief. The exchange with him has pulled you away.

You hold his arms around you, brushing over his roughened and dry knuckles. Relaxing on him has his words stopping there, ready to soothe you to sleep. Just as you're slipping into slumber, Arthur mutters a ‘G’night,’ to you, kissing your hair. 

Thank you for reading ! Arthur is such a weenie omg, arthur and his nasty mouth, i love him your honor. i would be so happy to cuddle with him, omg, cuddle with arthur is perhaps a transcendental experience, i think. sorry i made reader a weenie in this chapter but i mean if i saw arthur blow some guys head off, i think id be kind of 😶 as well. either way i would probably just think it was kinda hot at the end of the day like my man is a murderer 🥹💖 pardon him of his crimes : ) cant wait to show you guys ch 8 tomorrow !!!

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need help? | j.yh x reader

summary: while your bf’s at work your craving for him so badly you cant help it anymore so you take matters into your own hands since he’s not there to give you the pleasure you’ve wanted for so long

wc: 656

warnings: (dom!yunho, sub!reader) fingering (f reciving), begging, praise, masterbation, cum eating, name calling (princess, darling, baby, etc) i think thats all lmk if i missed anything plz!!

a/n: im actually so sorry i haven’t posted anything in a month i’ve been so busy lately but ive been reading alot just had no motivation or any ideas but thank you guys for 46 followers during my little one month hiatus lol, anyways, but please reblog and like any of my works if you want to please!! thank you loves <33

It’s been four hours since your boyfriend left you go to a meeting he had for work and your just sitting on the couch alone, watching tv and snuggled up in a blanket he gave you for your birthday. Since your home alone you were also craving for his touch that you haven’t had in a while since you also barely see him. You miss him so much. You just want hus hands all over your body. You were just so horny for this man you couldn’t take it anymore. You went to your room laid on your back head against the backboard, locked the door, closed the curtains and go under the blankets.

You play some music in the background to not make it seem so awkward. You slip your fingers down your panties and start making tiny circles with your middle finger on your clit. “Fuck..” you breathe out. You wish is was him so bad.

You crave for you, you just want him to eat you alive, you just want him, you just need him and nobody else in the wo-

“Hey Y/N I’m ho-“. Yunho breaks through the door without warning and you instantly stop taking your hands out of your pants and placing it behind your back. “Oh..! Hey! How was wo-“ you ask excitingly pretending as if u didn’t just masturbate under the sheet without him knowing then cutting your words off with a “It was alright.. but what were you doing before I got here??” Stepping closer towards the bed your thighs rub together in excitement.

“Oh nothing! I was just about to wa-“ he cuts your words off again by taking the hand you had rubbed your clit on into his mouth making you gasp. “Are you sure you were doing anything princess because you taste so good..” that made you feel a shiver down your spine. “Need some help?”.

“Yunho..” you question dumbly even though you knew what he was doing. “Hm?”. You grab his arm and now your near his ear and you whisper, “Can you make me feel good please?” He lays light kisses trailing down your face to your neck with a smirk on his face replying with, “Of course princess.”

He pushes you back on the bed and starts exploring your mouth. You both explore each other’s mouths, hands roaming on each others bodies, both of you trying to catch your breath. He traces his fingers across your waist and hips making you jerk your hips upwards. Laying breathy kisses all along your body. He’s now at your lower abdomen getting close to where you need him.

“What would you like love?” His hands trailing down to your throbbing core where you need hum most. “Your fingers in me..” you mumble out. “I think your missing something in the sentence princess…”. Your mind went blank until you realized, “Can I have your fingers in me please..” you whine. “Yes you may..”. His middle finger traces around your clit making you whimper. He smirks watching you then playing around with your folds with his middle finger.

“Please..stop.. teasing..”. you whine.“

He smirks and pushes his middle and ring finger right into you making you moan. “Fuck your so pretty when your wet and like this.” You whimper at his words. “Be a good girl for me okay?” You nod, and with that he curls his fingers straight into your g-spot making you moan due to pleasure.

“Please.. Yunho..fuck..” you breathe out. “Your taking my fingers so well love”. He speeds up his pace pushing his fingers in and out faster and faster making you come close to your high. “m’ gonna.. shit..”, with your words slurring you came on his fingers. While he pulls out he takes his fingers to his mouth. Yunho on your chest while you take a moment to get back to earth. “Your in for a long night darling.”

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Angel ☣︎ IV x Fem!Reader (part 2)

warnings-nsfw, dirty talk, praise, car sex (?) and horrible quick plot to start off lmfao

a/n-I’m so sorry I didn’t post this yesterday I haven’t had much time lately! I’m so sorry. Also nearly near 100 followers already? Thank you guys so much I love you!🖤 also not proof read I wrote this at 2am im so sorry!😭

MDNI!

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Today was finally the day! iv comes back it feels like it’s been so long and you can’t wait, he’s much more excited to see you though. His gorgeous girl whom he hasn’t seen in so long. You have been on his mind all day, while on the plane he got half hard just by thinking about fucking you, he needs you so bad he hasn’t felt you in over two months! Could swear if he waited any longer without you he’d lose his mind. He finally lands and the moment he spots you he gains the biggest smile! you’re so gorgeous to him his heart just melts when he sees you. “Missed you so much baby” he grumbles into your ear hugging you tightly. Shortly after you both head back to the car, even though it is your car and he just got back he INSISTS on driving or more like he wants to steal glances at you while you look out the window, looking gorgeous. He places his hand on your thigh, moving it upwards slowly to your inner thigh. You take a deep breath in when his fingers slide into your underwear, you look over at him, he’s so concentrated on the road! but even more to your drenched pussy. Something about iv is that he LOVES to finger you, he loves the way you softly whimper when he slides only one finger in! He doesn’t take much time to slide his fingers in, he’s just as quick to take them out as well. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean, “hmm missed your taste so much angel” he says softly running his hand up and down your thigh, bringing it into your panties yet again. This time roughly rubbing circles on your already extremely sensitive clit, you whine out softly and you watched as he shifted in his seat, that definitely made him somehow harder than what he was before. He slides his two fingers down to your entrance, teasing you by rubbing softly around your desperate hole. He chuckles softly as you grip his wrist, desperate for more from him, “such a needy girl today for me huh?”. After a few more moments of his teasing he finally sinks his fingers into you. He doesn’t take long to speed up his pace, his fingers deep inside you while you’re gripping the car seat trying to keep calm but it’s just so hard when he has his thick fingers deep inside! “Feels good baby? Bet you missed this huh” he says calmly, while gripping the steering wheel extremely tight, keeping his fingers at a very nice pace. You clench your thighs together, leaning your head back the pleasure is so much you can tell you’re close. It doesn’t make things better when he slides his thumb up to your clit, rubbing circles roughly. You clench around his fingers and you hear him chuckle, “gonna cum sweetheart?” he says in a soft tone slowly speeding up his fingers, you nod swiftly in response. “Too bad baby, don’t want you ruining your car seats now huh? He are practically home anyway, can always finish inside” he says in a cocky tone pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, he knew what he was doing. You grumble out of annoyance you were so close! You fix your dress up and criss cross your legs, folding your arms together too. “Now now don’t go getting an attitude, I told you we can finish when we are back home or unless you wanna be a little whore”.

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Hope you enjoyed!

Love you🖤

[khajiit-reads]

hi! saw your readings were open so i wanted to ask about a dream I had! my name is merle, i use it/she pronouns. (◍•ᴗ•◍)

ive been wondering lately about a dream i had. it seemed normal at first but then it got kinda scary and these two girls helped me wake up? like, it was a thing, they were trying to get me to wake up. but i couldn't, even when i tried. which is pretty weird for me since im decent at lucid dreaming. it got to a point where they pushed me off a roof, and then i finally woke up. ╥﹏╥

anyways, so my question is: what the hell was that?! （Ω Д Ω）was that supposed to be a sign or something or was my brain just... braining...

i also have one more question (if you don't mind!) since those two girls helped me out of that dream, i wanted to thank them. but the other night, when i attempted to lucid dream, i couldn't find them no matter what i did. any advice? how else can i contact them? im not sure just my tarot or pendulum will work. i just wanna say thank you to them :((

anyways, thanks for reading my super duper long ask! I hope you have a terrific day. I don't have any other preferences regarding the reading, so do as you please. thank you so so much again (♥´∀｀)／

This is a free reading, and thus, a bit smaller than that big dream interpretation I performed. I'm going to answer the questions you asked as such!

I'll be using Thaddeus, the Mind's Eye Tarot by Olivia Rose.

What the heck was that?! | Upright IV of Pentacles, Reversed III of Cups, Reversed King of Wands

IV of Pentacles signifies guardedness - Think a protector trying to keep you safe. It can be pretty blunt and clear - You have someone, or something, trying to protect you and keep you safe at this time. This can possibly indicate in your waking life that you feel you need to be protected from something now. As the reading gets into, said protector may or may not be you directly, that you need to step up and protect yourself.

III of Cups signifies independence, "three's a crowd", alone time. It could be answering another question in that your source of protection is actually yourself, instead of being from an outside source. (I'll get into this a bit deeper with XV the Devil). It could also be saying, essentially, to spend more time alone. Analyze your dream a bit further, were you generally alone, and if/when you were, how did you feel? Did you welcome it, or deny it?

King of Wands signifies impulsiveness, haste, and high expectations. This... is where it gets a bit muddy and I gotta stretch it out a little bit. We can take it as a... if we continue the theory that the girls were just a form of you or a part of you, how much expectation are you putting on yourself to be strong and keep yourself safe when you could be relying on others for their strength too? Are you being impulsive with your life and your situations, are you rushing through projects without spending time sitting on them first? Are you ignoring alone time to fulfill the expectations of those around you?

How can you contact the two girls? | Upright II of Cups, Upright XV the Devil

II of Cups is where that theory from before can either be made or broken. It usually signifies unified love and partnerships, but...

XV the Devil is partially about ourselves, the parts of us that we refuse to acknowledge and see, often due to shame, but I don't think shame is the factor here.

So, running with the same theory, one could say that the reason you can't reach these girls is because these girls are you, just a different part of you that manifested into your dream as a protector. Think like... we all have an inner child, so who is to say we don't have an inner protector as well? Things like that.

You're seeking to thank someone which is where II of Cups comes in, but XV the Devil implies that the person you should be thanking is yourself.

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‧₊˚✩ spider-girl! || march 7th x reader

‧₊˚✩ info: spider man au, modern au, everyone lives in the same apartment, reader makes comics. can be read as platonic ‧₊˚✩ authors note: wdym its been months since ive posted ahahah??? anyways just an old work i had sitting around, was meant to be longer and have romance and drama but alas im no longer hyperfixated on spiderverse or hsr. this is NOTT beta read or edited

You’ve grown accustomed to the lively cast of people that frequented the hallways of the apartment complex’s top floor, it was hard not to, really, when they were all likable and kind people who invited you into their friend group once you moved into your apartment.

It was easy to stop by Himeko’s place to drink coffee and talk about whatever news the two of you had heard of, the most recent discussion being of the new superhero seen swinging around the streets of the city.

You didn’t think twice before asking Dan Heng to beta read the script for the comic book you were working on. He neatly dropped the script at your door with corrections and his thoughts inked in red the next day.

Welt was someone you didn’t see becoming close to. The older man just didn’t seem like someone you’d talk to, but a casual conversation learned to you learning of his work as an animator, and suddenly you had someone willing to actually help you and comment on your designs for your work.

And March instantly took a liking to you. The girl would drag you outside of your apartment (“to actually see the sun”), snapping pictures of you with her Polaroid with the brightest smile on her face as she ooo'd and aaah'd at every photo she took. She’d ask you to pose for her photography class projects, and with two creative minds working on it, March always insisted on treating you to coffee or boba for helping her get a good grade.

“It was all you, really,” You replied as you sipped on your drink of choice. “All I did was sit there while you took the photos,”

“Sure, you sat there and looked superrrr cute—“ March is blissfully unaware on how your heart fluttered at the compliment.

“—But, you also helped me pick out locations and gave me editing tips on photoshop so!!! I say you helped a ton,” She had a satisfied smile on her face.

She’d invite you to her apartment for any reason really, whether it would be to have a sleepover or to watch a new movie or to help her explain to Dan Heng that Legally Blonde is cinematic masterpiece because— The details don’t matter, do they? Though, it did provide the movie for the groups movie night that week.

March easily became a close friend, sneaking her way into your daily life.

Which really made one thing terribly clear….

She’s horrible at keeping a secret.

You see, not long after you moved, a vigilante began to take the media by storm. Clad in a pastel blue suit sectioned off with a pastel pink and covered in a white spider web pattern with big white eyes bordered by a dark blue, it was obvious why she was gaining attention.

It was really something out of the comics you tended to be writing.

However, when your energetic friend began to use her photography skills for profit, she started to sell photos to a local news website of the vigilante referred to as “Spider-Girl” to a local news website. Taking a look at these photos for pose references, you noticed that March managed to get shots from angles that would be extremely hard to get as a normal-non-wall-crawling-human.

The dots weren’t extremely hard to connect after that.

“Sorry, I’m late again!” March called as she walked into Himeko’s living room an hour after you were all supposed to be there. This was probably the fourth time she was late for movie night, but usually she wasn’t that late.

“It’s alright, March,” Welt responded, glancing at the girl as she dragged herself into the room, exhaustion evident on her face.

“Took you long enough,” Dan Heng rolled his eyes, looking up from the book he was reading as he looked at March.

March didn’t respond to him like she would, and so you took it upon yourself to “Oh, shush,” him. The pink haired girl dropped herself next to you on the couch, immediately stealing a part of the blanket you had.

You felt her head drop onto your shoulder.

“March, is everything alright….” Himeko’s question goes quiet as March’s eyes were sewn shut, and soon she began to snore.

If you were not worried for her yet, you pushed a strand of hair out of her face as your eyes catch a glimpse of a bruise on her cheek, hastily and poorly covered up by her pale foundation but clearly noticeable now.

The room had become awfully silent as you all sat there, your movements halted and your eyes widened.

You had your suspicions, but they were confirmed as you gently wiped the makeup off her face and watch in real time as the bruise seemed to heal faster than a bruise should.

The silence continued as everyone watched until Dan Heng got up and left, coming back with a small file of evidence he had seemed to be building up. A hushed conversation revealed Welt seeing her stuff a pastel mask into a bag, and Himeko recounting a run in she had in which the masked vigilante referred to her by her name despite it being their first meeting.

It was obvious everyone had come to the same conclusion on their own.

March 7th was Spider-Girl.

[spiteslucanis]

was tagged by the ever lovely @zhalar to share 9 albums i've been listening to, thank you for the opportunity <3 i've included my self-indulgent commentary on each, and i tried to mostly pick ones that i've specifically been listening to recently! (ps. thank you for songs you shared in the previous tag game we had, several ended up on my playlists)

lazily tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it! just say i tagged you. i love hearing ppl talk about music

my album commentary under the read more cut bcs i ended up elaborating a lot

i. chappel roan, "the rise and fall of a midwest princess" — ALBUM of the YEAR. to me. i know it came out last year but still. no skips, love her and this album so so dearly. i need it on vinyl stat. inject that shit into my veins etc. current faves: guilty pleasure and super graphic ultra modern girl, but i did also recently listen to california for like a week non-stop

ii. ethel cain, "preacher's daughter" — again i'm LATE to this one, but as far as concept albums go, this is. the peak. like just. screaming crying throwing up, even. i made a powerpoint presentation abt this just so i could share its story with a friend. INSANITY. faves: american teenager, ptolemaea, sun bleached flies (i forgive it all as it comes back to me............. kill me)

iii. taylor swift, "tortured poets department" — i went to the eras tour earlier this month. speechless! wow. i still haven't recovered OR finished listening to all of anthology but i sure have been blasting who's afraid of little old me and but daddy i love him

iv. metteson, "look to a star" — actual album of the year for me. saw him live this spring and he was so so sweet (was manning his own merch booth afterwards and complimented my make up <3 also signed my vinyl) ANYWAY insane voice? like simply unbelievably beautiful. and this is just the debut album??? future records might simply eviscerate me i'm afraid. faves are second heart (!!!), naturally (but nothing comes natural to me / nothing comes naturally...... augh) and heavier than a heart

v. pet shop boys, "nonetheless" — breaking news my favourite old gay men are still releasing bops and bangers and heartbreaking melodies. this released close-ish to my birthday so i've claimed it as a birthday present. what more can i say, they're my favourite band of all time <3 faves rn: new london boy (skinheads will mock you, call you a fag / last laugh is yours, there's a brick in your bag!!) and bullet for narcissus

vi. orville peck, "stampede: vol. 1" — i adore this cowboy beyond measure. as i think i said in a different post, i don't usually care for features and duets, but this does indeed fucking slap. insane vocals as per usual. love the concept. can't wait for vol 2, and also, mr. peck PLEASE come to europe. faves: miénteme and cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other <3

vii. sea power, "disco elysium" — this is FINALLY on spotify!!! the game of all time, and the soundtrack is equally heartbreaking and hardcore (to the mega). i was going Through It at some point this spring and replayed DE and then just listened to burn baby burn outside whilst smoking. european depression core. faves rn: burn baby burn, saint-brune 1147 (small pinewood church) and precinct 41 major crime unit

viii. jan valta + adam sporka, "kingdom come: deliverance (OST)" — finally bought this recently when it was on sale and my god i'm so glad i did. an immensely entertaining game that you can tell was made with much love. henry of skalitz my SON. been listening to the soundtrack on/off, currently absolutely obsessed with the song poverty and famine (and särmä if you're reading i think you might vibe with this one?)

ix. alkemie, "pentiment (original soundtrack)" — rounding up with another video game soundtrack because i'll simply never get over pentiment. stole my heart in a major way. this soundtrack is STUNNING. can't do it justice with words. my faves rn: sic arsit historia kiersis and rüdeger's rehearsal

[stardustvalentine]

finally revamped my old kyouhaba playlist !!!

and because i’m a little deranged, here’s some explanation on the highlights:

when life hands you problems- really encapsulates the messy chaos of the kyouhaba dynamic to me

bad day- a LONG time ago i’m pretty sure i saw a kyouhaba animatic wip to this song??? but i can’t find it anymore??? i think it was one of the things that got me into the ship so hmu if anyone knows what i’m talking about 😔😔

jason- sports and internalized homophobia. enough said

hurry, hurry- THE kyoutani song to me!! especially “i’m the jerk who’s late again” (late to practice) & the overall rushing through life, tunnel vision, blowing past opportunities for connection w other ppl. go go GO no time to think about all that stuff!! i can just totally see kyoutani as the type of guy who’s always in a rush

i don’t dance- sports and homoeroticism. enough said

problems- the song that got me into mother mother cuz i found it on some random 8tracks kyouhaba playlist when i was 15 and didn’t have spotify. both of these guys have major problems but i see the song more from kyou’s view, seeing himself as a mess next to yahaba who at least APPEARS much more put together and perfect

difficult- “the best dysfunctional team that this world has ever seen” is the most perfect description for them ive ever heard. yes they fight yes they get irrationally angry over little things but yes theyre also the best most in love partners at the end of the day

in the wings- yahaba’s literally always on the bench but kyoutani’s the one who gets the opportunity to play. yk, essentially the crux of their fight, so song title fits. more importantly though, the song is about trying to be people you’re not, and yahaba is Very Obviously trying to be oikawa 2.0, so he’s essentially waiting on the bench/wings of his own mind (and we only see the real him come out in moments like the confrontation)

touch starved- i saw someone put two best friends by bb been on a kyouhaba playlist once but lets be real. the REAL bb bean kyouhaba song is touch starved !!!! “fever got me aching” on ao3 REALLY sold me on this cuz yeah it makes sense. we don’t really see people touch kyoutani. when yahaba does so fearlessly, that’s bound to do SOMETHING weird to his brain right?? from “wait i thought this guy was some shallow idiot” to “wait he’s not scared of me” to “wait he’s being as violent with me as i am with everyone” to “wait he’s actually TOUCHING me?????” it just makes sense.

rebel girl- THE gay punk song imo. looser connection here than the others but gay punks. cmon

anyway that’s only like a third of the playlist, so go listen to the rest!!!! and feel free to ask any questions abt the ones i didn’t explain 😚😚

[imsogayyippee]

18 and 40

hi i am SO sorry ive been ignoring this ask for like a month and a half. i wasnt feeling like answering asks idk why😭

Song 18: Again by Crusher-P (sorry if this is a cover and not the person who actually made it, I've seen other versions and idk if this is the original but this is the one I listen to lol)

this is more of an alex song than a timlex one but anyways!!!!!!!!!!

"I haven't been myself lately/I don't blame you for not wanting to stay/Saying things that I don't mean, not meaning what I say" "What am I supposed to say/When I end up driving everyone away?"

pre mh alex slowly growing more like,,, aggresive or whatever because of the operator

"Cause I am on fire/A crying, burning liar/Seeing nothing/Nothing/But myself/And I'm the one with the lighter!"

self explanatory. I do feel like this kind of works as a way to show their parallels though

"God, what happened to my heart?/I'm about to fall apart/Again, again"

Alex thinking he's unfixable/incurable from what he's done. Maybe this would be post-MH and the fall apart thing is like falling apart even when he tried to better himself.

"And you're never coming back/And I'm not okay with that/And I should've never let myself get attached/Again"

I wasn't really gonna include this but since this is supposed to be about Timlex. I will. Tim and Alex separating, each going their own ways, after Alex dropped the production of MH and maybe Alex eventually thinking back on that?

"What's done is done/And nothing's gonna change/I should be moving on/But I still feel the same"

Alex forcing himself to not think about the people he's killed/what he's done.

"And it's like everyday is a fight for my life/To get some self-control/And when you've forgotten who I am/It just feels, it just feels/Like I'm nobody at all"

Again, post-MH Alex being encouraged to try and better himself (by Tim), but after what's happened, he's never gonna go back to what he was before MH. Even if Tim probably wouldn't expect this, knowing that after what they've both gone through, they probably couldn't "go back to how they were before", Alex would still think that's what Tim thought would happen.

"I found myself hitting the ground/I held my breath incase I drown"

Kind of a stretch, but it's like implied(? that the operation sickness symptoms mimic drowning, such as the coughing and stuff. I mostly got this from night mind's videos lol

"I should've known when to let go/And when to see who I was being"

Alex maybe thinking back(? to how he should've tried to get help when he noticed himself growing more paranoid, aggressive, etc because of the operator.

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Song 40: Dead Girls by Penelope Scott

This song to me is more "Tim after MH" than anything else but yeah. It's more in here specifically for timlex because of like one line so. oopsies :3

"Sometimes I see her on the sidewalk/Biking on the wet chalk/Spelling out their names/And I feel insane/Cause I know it's just a game that I'm playing with my brain/I don't see her, but I see her/And I know it isn't real"

Tim after MH hallucinating/having nightmares about Jay/Brian/Alex.

"But I fake it anyways/Pull a smile and wave/Nod and look away/Wait for it to fade/But it happens all the time/People say it's fine/My roommate says they're killing us/But we're killing ourselves"

Him ignoring the hallucination/nightmare or maybe playing along with it(? to at least pretend that they're still alive. I know they don't really interact much in post-MH, but the roommate thing could refer to Jessica? Since it's kinda like. excluding her from "people say it's fine", which would make more sense since she actually went through MH too lol

"I'm surrounded by/Dead girls on the road/Dead girls on my phone/Dead girls, where do they go?/All of the fucking/Dead girls, all around/Dead girls in my town/Dead girls, I don't know/Dead girls, where do they go?"

"On the road" could refer to Jessica, still alive but a reminder of MH. "On my phone" well. marble hronets channel. "Where do they go?" could refer to the ark? lol

"And it'd be wrong to say I miss them/I didn't really know him/I just had a couple friends who say they knew him well/He'd seemed like something special/Really, don't they all?/I guess before you're gone, it can be kinda hard to tell"

THIS IS THE TIMLEX LINE!!!!!!!!! Tim might start feeling like he misses Alex even if (in this song's case) they didn't date before MH nor did they really know each other. He'd probably start thinking about how Alex was literally just some guy and then he had to go through something similar as Tim, but he just 'couldn't handle it well'.

"And if all you ever see are dead girls/If all you hear is terrible news/Maybe it's not all about them, the dead girls/Maybe it's more about you/The living need attention too"

In a way, this could be seen as how Alex said that Tim was the source: "if everyone around you gets operator sickness, why do you think it is?"

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YEAH if you wanna add anything. go ahead!!!

[beanghostprincess]

random headcanon bc i have thoughts sometimes:

koala never met any of the strawhats herself, has she? exception of robin ofc. so everything she heard about them was from robin. (well, koala did meet usopp too but he was severely injured and barely conscious) anyway i'd like to think that when robin brings up nami, she'd believe her and koala would get along well. especially when they have to deal with the troubling brothers...

how koala has to deal with sabo nearly setting the ship aflame bc he cant control it when he feels intense emotions (or other reasons). and you know what stress nami has to deal with and it's not just her captain :']

plus with the way sabo and robin talks about luffy, koala is definitely curious to see for herself what he is like with friends and such. and also it'd give sabo an excuse to see luffy again and eventually meet the rest of the crew... and i just know luffy and robin would be very enthusiastic to properly introduce the revolutionaries to their crew

(i might be missing some info/wrong abt things bc it has been awhile since ive read dressrosa and only watched film gold but yeah 🙏🙏 this is excluding one piece academy)

If you're sending me this to make me talk about Koala/Nami, you're 100% achieving your secret goal. Because I think Sabo would be dying to see Luffy again and would want to pay a visit to the crew right away, while Koala is extremely curious too (and also has to go to remind Sabo he can't stay there for too long because he has other responsibilities and dude is capable of staying there forever if Luffy asked him to). So I think Koala would be polite to everyone at first and they'd all love her because, you know, look at her. She's the sweetest thing! But then they'd get extremely scared of her because she keeps yelling at Sabo whenever he's acting stupid (which is a lot of the time when he's around Luffy because his brother makes him turn into a 5 y/o. Or when he's busy flirting with a certain blonde and almost sets everyone on fire and she has to do some damage control) and they all have this realization of "she reminds me of somebody" and they all look at Nami at the same time.

And because Nami literally is unable to control herself when a pretty girl is around, she wouldn't stop flirting with Koala. I don't think Koala would get it at first? Like maybe Nami is just being overly nice and that's all. But then she realizes the redhead is flirting with her, and she turns into the softest thing on earth while she speaks to Nami. They're just adorable. While Nami shows her around the ship and talks to her about their adventures and how the dynamics around the crew work, Koala pays attention to her words but won't stop blushing and noticing her heart is going crazy. And every time Koala does something cute (like pouting and complaining about Sabo with the most adorable of faces) Nami's brain stops working because "prettygirlprettygirlprettygirlprettygirl" and then it's Koala's turn to have the upper hand and flirt with her and tease her. Silly girls.

I just know they'd have a whole party (of course) and Sabo would look at them from a distance like "??? You never are that nice to me, Koala!" / "Well, if you didn't act like a ten year old I have to babysit maybe I'd be nicer to you". But it's actually all jokes because they're always really soft to each other lmao. In fact, I think Sabo would tease Koala about Nami but Koala would tease him about Sanji (when they have a moment alone) and they'd actually be extremely happy and saying that they're glad they can have the opportunity of having silly crushes. Sabo says he's happy to see her smile because she's been overworking herself lately, and she says it's really nice to see him opening up to others that isn't just her because he deserves it.

I also think Nami and Koala would get along really well, not only because of their roles regarding the ASL siblings, but because of their past lives. Koala was a slave and never really knew about freedom until she was rescued and she joined the revolutionary army. And Nami's story is pretty much the same when it comes to freedom too. They both have different experiences with the fishmen, too. Like- There's so much to unpack here, but the point is I think they'd love each other instantly. Besides, they'd speak about serious topics and Nami would realize why Koala is so important to the revs. She's starting to admire her so so much too.

Not to mention Koala would love the crew and would definitely understand right away why Sabo wanted to see them so bad. She finds Sanji (although a bit annoying) endearing and he's such a gentleman to her. Chopper is extremely adorable and he asks her politely if her scars still hurt and if he can do anything about it to help her. She knows Franky from Robin because she definitely talked a lot about him when they were together (my Frobin heart, I'm sorry). Zoro is fun when he opens up and it's amusing to see him interact with the others, besides, seeing him trying to drink as much as Nami is hilarious. Brook asks her to choose songs too! And I just can't wait to see her with Jinbe in canon because it's going to be so damn sweet. Sobbing crying shaking.

[belovedstarrs]

do you even care?! part two

• pairing : geto x fem!reader

• tags : mentions of drinking, talks about verbal fighting, (i dont know anymore.)

• a/n : i wanted to finish this tonight (tech. morning) but i got caught up playing valo w a new friend i made. 7am slump hitting hard and i just wanna post this and sleep.

• w/c : 783

you found yourself at utahimes place for the night. you were in her spare bedroom but still couldnt sleep no matter how comfortable you were, you couldnt get that fight off your mind. could you have been more mature about it?

the next morning

you felt like you barely got any sleep. you needed to go back to your house and pick up a fresh uniform from your closet. the only problem was could you face geto? of course not, you didnt wanna be the first to say anything. you decided to still go anyways cause you cant go to jujutsu high wearing some sweats and a t-shirt.

you found yourself walking to you and getos shared apartment and youre pulling out the keys from your pocket. you were absolutely praying geto wasnt in there. when you opened the door you found getos keys & shoes to be gone. you quietly whispered to yourself "yes!" as you close the front door and walk to your shared bedroom.

you quickly showered and grabbed your uniform as you left the house. you were gonna be a little late but youre sure the second-years wouldnt mind you being a couple minutes late, right?

you quickly ran into your class as you apologized for being late. you looked at your schedule and sighed out of relief as you saw it was gonna be a easy day. maki and panda had a mission together, inumaki had a mission, and okkotsu was overseas so he wasnt here. you let everyone leave as you relaxed a little. still thinking about what happened last night.

you left your classroom to go to the teachers lounge to grab a cup of coffee. you seriously need that right now, but as you walked out your classroom you saw him, geto. you had to build up the courage real quick to walk past him. you two shared glances as you bumped shoulders in the hall and once you passed him you felt embarrassment wash over you.

once you grabbed your coffee you sat at the couch in the teachers lounge on your phone scrolling on instagram. god, you felt jealous of all these girls finding happy relationships.

after work

you found yourself walking up to your shared apartment again. youre planning to grab some of your things so you can stay at utahimes place. when you opened the door you found geto sitting at the table and he looked like he was in distress. his face lit up when he saw you.

"y/n, i was hoping you would stop by. may we talk some things over at a nice dinner tonight?" you looked at him confused. where was he getting all this? "pardon?" you said. geto responded with "i dont need to repeat myself, but ill say it anyways. we are going out to dinner tonight to talk things over. i would dress nicely."

you felt confused, but you obliged. you went to your shared bathroom and got yourself ready. you put on a dark green tight dress and dark green heels to match. geto was wearing a dress shirt and a tie with some nicer pants. "why are we dressing so nicely?" you asked. all geto responded with was "cant we dress nice for a nicer restaurant?" you sighed at his answer.

you two arrived at the restaurant and you ordered some red wine. once the waiter left you spoke up first. geto seemed nervous. "so, what do you have to say for yourself. i believe im owed a explanation." geto sighed as he stood up and reached for his pocket then pulled out a ring box.

y/n l/n, will you marry me? "i promise ill explain after." you looked at him with shock, tears threatening to flow from your eyes. did geto truly love you? have you just been overthinking everything? "yes, yes suguru ill marry you!" you crash into his lips passionately and after he puts the ring on your finger. it fits perfectly. how did he ever get your ring size?

"y/n im sorry for anything ive made you feel over the last couple of months.." ive been planning this exact day out for about 3 months and right before it happens you blew up on me. its true, i had been drinking but it mostly was from the stress of planning. i just got overwhelmed was all. it was true though what we both said yesterday. my phone died and i got a new mission, but i finished up and started drinking. im sorry, i shouldve just gone home." tears burst out from your eyes your relived geto does care for you and your relationship.

made by @belovedstarrs do not copy or use in any way without permission

(thanks kal for the idea to make him propose i was very stuck on what to do)