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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years ago

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Sunday Smut Concept #32

A/N: i can’t believe that i haven’t posted any smut for two consecutive fridays...it’s a bit weird tbh😂anyways, this one is crazy hot and I’m so happy that got past my recent writing anxiety a little bit to write a blurb for you guys bc this one is ✨spicyy✨it’s kinda loosely based on the “inspo” but who cares lmao...enjoy🙃

So this is hands down subby wife!y/n while older/ceo/daddy!harry is working.

Since Harry has been at home and working from his home office over the past couple of months, you’ve become incredibly needy for his attention. You were constantly looking for ways to have his eyes and focus on you and only you. From wearing the prettiest little dresses that Harry was absolutely obsessed with, to doing little things for him just to get a big cuddle or some kisses from him to say thank you, you made sure that you got some type of attention. Now along with being incredibly needy for his attention, you were also needy(well, more like desperate) for his cock. You just wanted to have his cock inside of you all the time. It could’ve been in your mouth, in your pussy, in your beyond tight second entrance, or even in your hand; that didn’t matter to you at all. All that mattered was that you got his cock. And right now, getting Harry’s attention and his cock were the only two things in your mind. You thought that you’d be able to be good and not disturb him for the entirety of the hours he’d blocked off for work but it was really hard. You couldn’t take your mind off of how good he made you feel first thing this morning. The memory of how hard he made your body shake, how he was able to make you beg for him to give you more and in one breath and make you beg for mercy in another lingered in your mind and it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

This meant that you were going to were going to have to weigh what would make Harry “madder” per se; you touching yourself or bugging him while he’s in the middle of his work? Considering that you weren’t a big fan of really intense punishments, you decided to go with the ladder option. Harry was very picky with your pleasure. He wanted to be the only one who could perfectly and fully pleasure you. The only time he even considers allowing you to touch yourself is when the two of you have gone multiple rounds and he’s been unsuccessful at tiring you out. With that being said, you decided to have a go at bugging him. Before you went down though, you decided to slip on something that would make it a bit harder for him to say no. After picking through your drawer, you found the prettiest and softest set of baby pink lingerie that Harry couldn’t bring himself to rip off of you when you’d worn it before. He thought you looked too pretty in it for him to rip it off of you. So he didn’t. Which allowed for you to wear it again.

After carefully putting on the delicate garments, you adjust everything and you do a quick once over before skipping out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and to Harry’s office. As you got closer, your steps became slower and quieter, trying your best to keep some of the element of surprise in all this. When you reach the doorway, you stand quietly in the doorway as Harry continues on talking to his his employees through the screen. Instead of just lightly knocking on the door to get his attention, you decide to just stand there and let him discover your newfound presence in his office. Your hopes of not having to stand in the doorway half naked too long came true and within a few short minuets, Harry’s eyes were on you. When he sat back in his chair and looked up from the computer, his eyes and mind did an immediate double take. He didn’t know whether to address the fact that you were just standing in the doorway, the fact that you were pretty much naked and looked absolutely stunning, or the fact that his cock was growing in his pants. He also didn’t know whether or not he wanted to give your ass a couple swats for coming in when he was working or give you what you wanted. Either way, he was planning on enjoying this.

After a good minuet of going back and forth between ogling you and paying attention to he meeting he was in, Harry finally beckons you over to him with his index and pointer fingers. When he does this, you immediately push yourself off from the doorframe and make your way over to him. When you round his desk, Harry is quick to stop you in your tracks before signaling you to get on your knees and crawl to him, keeping his eyes steady on the screen in front of him. Now obviously it was to protect your modesty and keep you from flashing his employees(even though he was pretty sure someone accidentally walked in on you two in his office before). But there was a bit of a selfish reason behind his quick signaling. He just really liked to see you on your knees, especially when you were crawling and needy.

When you finally make it over to him, you waste no time laying your head on his knee and bringing your hand up his other thigh and to his lap where his cock was fully hard in his pants. When you do this, Harry’s breath immediately becomes labored and he could feel a warmth rising though his body.

“M’sorry to cut you off but uh, how about we take a 15? Stretch your legs a bit, get some water, and then we can wrap up for the day.” He immediately interjects. Upon agreement from his team, Harry is quick to turn off his mic and camera before turning out from the desk and focusing back on you. “Now what are you doing down there?” He huffs, sitting back in his chair and watching as you bring yourself between his legs, beginning to rub your face against his clothed cock.

“Want daddy to play with me.” You whine, continuing to move your face against the bump in his lap.

“M’working baby.” He coos down to you, managing to steady his breath a bit.

“M’throbbing for your cock.” You sigh.

“Why don’t you come up here so daddy can feel.” He instructs, smoothing his hand around the back of your neck and giving you a slight squeeze. In an instant, you’re removing your head from his lap, lifting yourself from the floor, and straddling Harry’s lap, dropping yourself right onto his clothed cock.

“I think daddy wants to play too.” You giggle, pushing yourself against him a little.

“He does sweets, just after he’s done with work.” He pouts, raising his hand up to your cheek to give it a little pinch. “Now lift up f’me.” He instructs, tapping your hip with his other hand. Once you’re no longer sitting on him, Harry brings a hand down between your legs to feel around. As soon as his hand comes in contact with your panties, his fingers are met with a warm and sticky mess between your legs. Your panties are essentially ruined and he can almost feel a really faint pulse in the area. “You really are throbbing doll. And made a complete mess out of daddy’s favorite panties.” He observes and reprimands.

“M’sorry.” You whisper back to him bashfully.

“S’not your fault that this cunt of yours is so greedy.” He chuckles, giving a little pat to your barely clothed and completely sticky and puffy mound, causing you to jump a little. Keeping his eyes on the area between your legs, Harry pulls you back down and begins moving you back and forth against the hard bump that is his cock. As he does this, you can’t stop the little mewls and whimpers from leaving you mouth as you enjoy the amazing feeling of his hard cock against your achey cunt. “Feel good?” He asks huffs sweetly, trying to suppress his own moans that were bubbling up in his throat, shifting his eyes up to your face. Your eyes were snapped shut and your mouth just hung open, letting your sweet moans and whimpers leave your mouth as he (with your help of course) moved you back and forth against him.

“Incredible daddy.” You sigh happily. “I want more.” You continue on.

“Daddy wants to give you more doll, but he has to get back to his meeting in a couple minuets. Can you preoccupy yourself in here while daddy finishes up?” He states, continuing to let you rock against him as he cups your cheek.

“Don’t know how.” You moan, continuing to enjoy the feeling of his clothed cock against you. When you say this, Harry immediately comes up with a solution to your little problem. See, you tended to come into his office a lot, wanting to be taken care of and loved on by him when he wasn’t exactly able to. Even though he wanted to just drop everything and take care of his girl, if he were to stop what he was doing, he’d end up loosing his train of thought and it would take a really long time for it to come back. So with that being said, Harry kept something in his desk drawer that never failed to keep you preoccupied before he was able to play with you and give you his full attention. He kept a suction dildo that was a bit smaller than his cock in his desk drawer so that you could ride or suck on that while he took care of business. He’d simply hand it over to you, and you’d suction it to the floor and just play with it until he took it away and gave you the real thing. And that’s what he planned on doing now. As you kept enjoying yourself in his lap, Harry reached over and pulled out the drawer on his desk to reveal the dildo. He quickly pulls it out and brings it down to tap at your lower stomach in order to get your attention.

“Can you play around with this while daddy finishes business? I’ll give you a treat if you can.” He offers, bucking his growing cock up into you towards the tail end, holding the sizable dildo up between you two in the process.

“Mhm s’so big.” You hum happily, wrapping your hand around the squishy and very sizable shaft of the dildo.

“But not as big as who?” He asks, tugging back on the toy.

“S’not as big as you daddy.” You hum back sweetly.

“Good girl, gimme a kiss.” He “asks”, cutely puckering his lips for you to connect yours. Without giving it a second thought, you bring your face in to connect your lips with his for a quick, sloppy, and tongue filled kiss. “Now take all of this off, don’t rip it baby, and play with this.” He instructs, completely letting go of the toy and giving your nose a quick peck.

You’re quick to climb off of his lap and sit yourself on the floor, a little bit away from him so you wouldn’t be in view, where you suction the dildo to the floor. Once it’s as secure as possible, you stand back up and you push your messy panties down your legs. And instead of dropping them onto the floor, you place the sticky panties along with your bra onto Harry’s desk since he liked this set so much. When you do this, Harry is quick to pluck the panties from the little pile you formed, bringing the drenched fabric to his nose for a smell. When he inhales the intoxicating smell of your arousal, Harry couldn’t help but relax in his chair and bring a hand down to to his cock through his pants. He then brings the fabric to his mouth to suck on it and get a little taste of you.

“S’not fair to tease daddy!” You exclaim below him.

“Well it’s not fair to be a fucking minx while m’in the middle of work. But I let you get naked and have the dildo right? So the least you could do is let me have the panties. Now how about you get to using said dildo.” He says bluntly, dropping the panties back onto the desk and sitting up in his chair. Without saying another word, you lift yourself onto your knees and position yourself right over the toy. Facing him, you then begin to sink down onto the dildo, letting out a loud gasp when you feel it push past your entrance. “Now don’t go down too fast, wanna watch it disappear into that cunt of yours.” He says, continuing to palm at his cock as you take the dildo inside of you.

“Feels so good daddy.” You sigh, enjoying the attention and feeling of being filled with something, even if it wasn’t Harry’s cock. In no time you’ve taken all of the dildo inside and as you begin to move yourself back and forth on the toy, Harry’s meeting is reconvening.

“I know it feels good baby, but m’gonna need you to keep quiet while I finish up in here.” He says, almost pleading with you to keep quiet.

“Okay daddy.” You sigh, beginning to pick up the pace of your hips on the toy.

“Good girl.” He praises before turning his camera back on and getting back into the meeting.

Over the course of the next 20 or so minuets, there is an immense amount of tension forming in the room. While you’re having a good time bouncing up and down on the dildo and feeling amazing, you’re also trying hard to not moan too loud or at all. You had a hand loosely around your mouth as the other was flat against the floor to hold your body up. You could feel the toy really pushing up into you and you were in love with how the veins on the shaft felt against your walls. On top of that, you are fantasizing about how you’d ride daddy’s cock if he wasn’t in a stupid meeting. Those thoughts only intensified the pleasure you were giving yourself. You could’ve sworn that you were in heaven from how good you were feeling. Harry on the other hand was dying. For starters he made sure to keep his mic muted. He didn’t want to keep it on and risk you (or him at this point) making a sudden outburst from the “situation” at hand. On top of that, Harry had is hand pushed into his pants, palming and tugging at his cock, trying to relieve some of the mounting pressure as he tried so hard to focus on the meeting and not on you or his cock. He was trying so hard to keep his normal straight face and not give away the fact that he was on the verge of combusting in the middle of this zoom call as well. All he could think about was how good your cunt would feel wrapped around his cock and how good it would feel to just fuck you until you’re quivering below him again.

But even though it was an enormous challenge, you and Harry were able to successfully keep your little situation a secret. You and Harry were also able to push yourselves extremely close to the edge. Precum was beginning to bead at Harry’s slit and you were feeling a warm tightening sensation in the pit of your stomach. Once Harry’s meeting was officially over, Harry was quick to end the call. Once he was sure that it was all hung up, he immediately stood up and pushed his sweats down his legs. Over the past 10 or so months, Harry really came to embrace the whole business on top and whatever the fuck he was comfortable in idea. He also hastily undid his shirt leaving him naked as well. Instead of just sitting back down and tugging his cock until he came, Harry walks over to you and stands right in front of your heaving body. When you see his big cock standing proudly in front of you, you’re quick to wrap your hand around his shaft before stuffing your mouth with him. When you do this, Harry is quick to pry your hands off of his cock before wrapping his hands in your hair and thrusting his hips into your face a couple times, causing you to gag a bit and slobber around him. Once he’s used your mouth and throat a bit, he then holds himself in your throat one good time before pulling out completely.

“Wanted to use that mouth of yours before I use your pussy.” He explains.

“M’so close daddy!” You whine out to him, continuing to grind down onto the dildo.

“Well come on sweetheart. Want you t’cum around my cock while I cum in that sweet pussy of yours.” He grunts, reaching down to tug you up and off the dildo.

Once you’re up and on your incredibly shaky legs, you’re immediately pulled up and into Harry’s arms. He then turns you both around and lays you right on the desk in front of him. Wasting no time, Harry pushes right into you, causing the both of you to let out a string of relieved moans. You were overwhelmed with the feeling of truly being full, and Harry was overwhelmed with how tight and wet you were. The both of you were at the very edge, extremely close to falling over and into your releases. Harry could feel just how close you were from the way you were clenching up and pulsating around his cock. It only took a good handful of hard thrusts before the both of you were falling apart at the seams. You were shaking and whimpering as you fell apart below Harry as you let go from the pleasure that was mounting inside. You let go so hard that you squirted all over him too. Getting his cock, part of his lower body, and his desk covered in your “heavenly drops” as Harry liked to call them. Harry too let go extremely hard, feeling thick rope after rope of his cum stream out of his cock and into the pit your stomach, painting your walls with his potent and creamy seed.

“Such a perfect and pretty little wife I have.” He admires through his pants once he steadies his breathing a bit, taking in your completely fucked out appearance. “So pretty, loves me so much, knows how to use a toy, has a perfect little cunt, lets me cum in her tummy, and lets me use her body. Absolutely perfect.” He praises. “Wanna have some more fun with daddy sweets?” He asks, bringing one of his hands down to fondle one of your breasts as he awaited a response.

“Please daddy.” You shakily breathe out to him, feeling exhausted but ready for more.

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lavendersuh · 4 years ago

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what a feeling

johnny x fem!reader | badboy!au, too much fluff | 2.4k words

warnings: mentions of nicotine addition, alcohol

based off of this moodboard and au idea created by @neo-cult-ure!! thank you luv for allowing me to play around with this au idea! I originally wrote this bc i loved the idea and just wanted to self indulge in some writing a few nights ago. I probably could’ve fleshed this out more, but i’m in the middle of exams so i probably shouldn’t even be writing fic rn haha (fair warning tho there is so much fluff help) hope u enjoy!!

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“I need your help.”

Haechan looks up to see an unexpected face peering over him. It wasn’t every day that resident bad boy Johnny Suh was asking a drama student for something. While the two of them ran around in slightly similar circles due to their mutual acquaintances, Haechan can’t remember the last time he spoke one-on-one with Johnny.

“What do you need my help with?” he asks curiously, as he shuts his locker.

“There’s this girl.” Johnny says, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, “She’s different, Haechan, I need your help.”

Johnny has always been the most confident person Haechan knows. He always admired him for that, but now it appears that the tall boy has a rosy tiny covering his cheeks, along with a sheepish smile.

“My help? I can’t imagine being much help compared to Jaehyun… isn’t he your wing man?” Haechan responds.

He begins walking away, heading for his next class. He didn’t hate Johnny, nothing even close to that, but he was a bit suspicious of why he was coming to a self-proclaimed nerdy, drama student for help.

“This is different…” Johnny mumbles as he catches up with Haechan, “Do you know that diner a few blocks from here? The Neo Zone?”

Haechan looks over at him, “That neon, throwback place? Yeah, the theater kids go there after practice sometimes.”

“There’s a waitress there.” The older boy says, “She’s pretty, her laugh is like a song, Haechan, she’s perfect.”

“The problem, then?” Haechan asks. Johnny didn’t seem like the kind of person to have trouble with the ladies.

“She wants nothing to do with me.”

Haechan can’t help the laugh he lets out, “Did your usual flirting not work out for you?”

Johnny wasn’t a terrible guy, in fact, he could be very respectful (despite the cheesy pick-up lines sometimes), with a nice sense of humor and friendly smile to go along with it. But he had some bad habits. He refused to buy a helmet for his precious motorcycle. He smoked more than he should. He wasn’t always present during school hours. But underneath the leather jacket and torn up jeans, the boy wasn’t all that bad. He loved to flirt and fool around, but he never took things farther than someone wanted.

Johnny frowns at Haechan’s laughter, “I was hoping you could help me. She’s interested in 80s films, and I know you’re into stuff like that. You have a huge collection, don’t you? Could I borrow The Breakfast Club? Sixteen Candles?”

“Yeah, I can lend you some of them this weekend.” Haechan stops in front of the door to his next class, turning around to look back at Johnny, who’s grinning with appreciation.

“But Johnny?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s gonna take more than just flirting and watching her favorite movies. You gotta get to know her.”

Johnny throws him a classic smirk, his confidence returning to his face, “Will do, Haechan.”

~~~

“Hey, Y/N!”

You turn around without Johnny seeing the roll of your eyes. After his shameless flirting last weekend you knew he would probably be back.

His flirting wasn’t creepy; it was actually a little bit flattering. You couldn’t count on your hand the number of men that had spoken their fair share of sleezy comments to you. Johnny’s flirting was refreshing (but maybe that was just because he seemed to be your age instead of thirty years your senior). He asked about your favorite movies when you had mentioned liking 80s films. He complimented the sneakers you painted yourself.

But alas, he was also a walking stereotype, with the leather jackets and motorcycle parked just out front. When you waited on his table last time, you nearly coughed over the smell of nicotine that followed him around.

“Hi, Johnny,” you say, leading him to a booth in the corner, laying out the menu on the table.

“I watched some of the movies you told me about,” he says, smiling brightly at you, “Got any more recommendations?”

You can’t help but feel a bit flustered at the fact that he watched some of the stuff you recommended. He was paying you a lot more attention than you had previously thought.

While you take his order and bring out his food, Johnny flirts and makes jokes. You can’t help but smile at some of the things he says, despite yourself. By the end of his meal, you bring out his receipt, showing him the list of movies you wrote on the back in black pen.

“Thanks! Maybe I could take you out and we could talk about them sometime?” he asks, a hopeful gleam in his eye.

You roll your eyes at him, “You’re gonna have to do more than just watch my favorite movies for me to change my mind about you.”

“Am I really that bad?”

“You aren’t bad, Johnny. I just feel like I deserve more than just someone who smokes and rides a motorcycle without protection.” You say, walking off to ring up his order and get his change.

He huffs as you walk off. What was he to do?

~~~

‘This is stupid,’ Johnny thinks to himself as he pulls up to the diner, a week and a half later. He was driving Haechan’s car, but that wasn’t the only thing he had borrowed.

When Johnny had reconvened with the boy, Haechan told him he needed to change up his act in order to impress you.

And somehow this is how Johnny ended up walking into the diner with a dorky sweater and his hair neatly combed on a Friday evening. The neon sign of the diner glowed into the car, casting shadows on the funny pattern of the sweater.

He felt so stupid, but he was also kind of desperate. It was Haechan that had come up with the plan after suggesting he dress a bit nicer.

“I don’t know if I have any ‘nice’ clothes, Haechan,” Johnny had told the other boy.

“Then you can borrow some of mine!” Haechan looked up at how tall his friend was, “Or maybe my brother’s…”

Johnny knows he went overboard but he also really wants to see your smile again. He supposes it’s worth it.

“Welcome in,” you say, but as you turn around, you pause, “...Johnny?”

He smiles, reminding himself that he can be confident without the bad boy clothes and aesthetic. “Does your shift end soon? Could I take you out for ice cream?”

Somehow you can’t help but find the outfit change endearing, so you find yourself nodding. The boy was clearly trying to impress you, so you should at least give him a chance. And ice cream sounded excellent after a long shift. It couldn’t be all that bad, could it?

~~~

It ended up being quite nice, actually.

Johnny took you to an ice cream shop on the edge of town, leading you to a picnic bench after getting two cones of ice cream. As the sun fully slipped away and the stars started to come out along the purple sky, you both discussed movies, the future, your favorite foods, everything.

He was a good listener, holding eye contact and asking questions, full of attention. He told lovely stories when he wanted to, as well. You couldn’t help but find yourself to be a bit drawn to him when you finally gave him the time of day. His humor, his soft smiles, his contagious laugh. It was clear to see it would be easy to fall for someone like him.

It was hard though, knowing the reputation he held. He did risky things, a cigarette in one hand, his motorcycle keys in the other. From his stories, you knew he cut class. He never wore a helmet, either.

Just because he wore a nice sweater and borrowed a friend’s car didn’t change these things.

“I hope we can do this again, sometime.”

Johnny lightly holds your hand as he stands outside of your front door while dropping you off.

You looked up at him, his face soft under your front porch light. There was so much hope in his eyes, hope for the idea that you would give him more of your time, more of your smiles.

“Oh, Johnny,” you say, slowly, “This is really sweet, but this isn’t you.”

He looks confused for a moment, protesting, “Of course, this is me. I just cleaned up my act, like you said.”

You frown, “Sure, I did say that, but you changed all the outside pieces of yourself.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” he asks.

“What? Johnny, no, of course not!” you exclaim, “I don’t care if you have this ‘bad boy’ act, and drink, and ride motorcycles. I just hate that you are so careless with yourself. You smelled like smoke every time I saw you. You never wear a helmet. You refuse to go to class sometimes. It hurts me seeing someone so bright, someone I’m enjoying getting to know, do nothing but hurt themselves.”

You squeeze his hand, hoping to offer some form of comfort while you speak your truths. “Just cause you changed your clothes doesn’t mean you are changed for the better.”

“What are you saying?”

“I like you, Johnny. You.” you say, taking his hand in yours, “Not this dressed up, masked version of you. I just want you to care about yourself. So I can care about you, too.”

Things are quiet for a moment, as Johnny stares at the ground. Finally, he looks up at you, an unknown flicker in his eyes.

You let go of his hand, “You have some stuff to work through. You’re sweet, Johnny, and I’m happy that we’ve gotten to know each other. Please call me when you figure things out.”

You go inside, leaving him frozen in place.

~~~

“Has Johnny come in lately?”

You are startled out of wiping down tables at the diner when you hear someone speak to you. You look up to see a honey-haired boy, who you recognize as Haechan, one of the drama club kids from school.

“You know him?” you ask, your eyes narrowed.

“Yeah,” Haechan rubs the back of his neck, “We’ve become friends recently. He told me he liked you. Asked to borrow some movies and stuff.”

Realization dawns on you that Johnny had probably gone to Haechan to get some guidance. The thought makes your heart squeeze. You’d been curious about where Johnny was getting the knowledge from. You recall Haechan being in the after school film club as well.

“He stopped coming in a while ago,” you say, “I gave him my number after we went out once, but I didn’t hear from him.”

You try to keep the feeling of sadness from washing over you, but you’re surprised at how affected you are by Johnny’s absence in the past few weeks. While his flirting could be a bit relentless sometimes, there was no doubt that he respected you through all of his charming antics.

“Hm..” Haechan seems to be deep in thought at your words.

You ask him if he wants to order anything, but he declines, thanking you for the offer before leaving nearly as soon as he had entered.

~~~

“Hey.”

You look up on your way out of the diner after your shift, startled by a voice. Johnny stands in the parking lot, next to his motorcycle, a soft smile across his face. He has his leather jacket back on, but surprisingly, you notice he has a helmet tucked under his arm, too.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, walking up to him, “You haven’t come in for a while.”

“Thought I’d come stop by,” he grins. “I heard you missed me.”

You look down shyly at the pavement, “I never said that… but yeah, I guess.”

It was a surprising feeling as you confessed that small truth to Johnny. It was boring around the diner without his conversations and flirting words. It felt nice to let those words out.

Johnny leans behind him, grabbing another, smaller helmet, “Wanna take a ride? I wanna take you out for another date. I even bought you a helmet. Hope you’re not scared to go a little fast.”

You nod, unable to keep the smile off of your face. It was nice hearing Johnny’s bluntness again. He seemed more relaxed, more comfortable with himself.

You run over to your car quickly, shoving your bag into the backseat before walking back over to Johnny. You climb on to the bike behind him, feeling him place the extra helmet on your head. While he adjusts it, his fingers brush across your face, sending chills down your spine.

Once he’s back in position, you boldly wrap your arms around his torso, letting your head rest across his jacket. You take a deep breath, expecting to smell the nicotine that follows him around, but his leather jacket smells fresh.

“Did you quit smoking?” you ask, as he turns on the motorcycle.

“Yeah, I quit after our date,” he explains, “I was kinda unbearable for a while there… That's why I didn’t come into the diner. After a while, I figured you woulda forgot about me.”

You let out a laugh as he pulls out of the parking lot, “How could I ever?”

You both ride along in silence, aside from your nervous laughs as the motorcycle speeds through traffic. You notice the elevation getting higher as he rides outside of the city.

Finally, he pulls off next to a scenic outlook overlooking the metropolis. The sun is starting to set, casting shadows along the buildings, along Johnny’s face. You can’t tell which you find more beautiful.

“I want to thank you.” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you to look at him.

“For what?”

“For caring about me. I didn’t even care about me.” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek.

You smile up at him, his soft words making you bold. You lean in, kissing his lips in response. After you pull back, Johnny wraps his arms around you, pulling you into the warmest hug of your life.

It seemed simple, really. As the sun set with an orange glow, marking the end of a day, it also marked a new beginning. It left you both with a warm feeling. And what a feeling it was.

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kerie-prince · 4 years ago

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We're Worlds Apart (7)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: none (other than blaise being jealous)

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

a/n: my workplace is under construction and i'm stressed bc i have to work around all the rubbish and it makes me stay longer when i wanna come home and write 😭 anyways, this is unedited so i'll come back to it after i clock off tonight

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Being friends with you was kind of weird. Draco couldn't really tell you about his day because it consisted of magic nearly the entire time. He’s also at work for almost the entire week, so he wasn't really at home much.

Except for now. Draco finally had twelve days off to spend with his best mates. He had been so caught up with the chaos that surrounded him at work that he wasn't able to plan any sightseeing activities to do with them, so he just let them pick whatever it was they wanted to do.

“I could always ask Y/N what to do,” Blaise suggested. Yes, Draco hadn't forgotten the small fling between you and his best mate. Blaise would go over to your house at least three nights a week while Draco stayed overnight at Santa Marie's. Theo didn't mind being by himself and was grateful that the guest bedroom was farthest from your bedroom window. Draco was also grateful that he chose to go on nights he wasn't home; he didn't need to hear you two throughout the night.

Now that a hatchet was somewhat buried, Draco thought that asking you was a good idea. He nodded his head and headed for the door. Blaise also got up, but the both of them stopped when their hands nearly collided on the door knob. “Oh, did you want to ask her?” Blaise questioned.

“Uh… no you go. She's your…” Draco paused, “You go ahead.” Blaise gave him a weird look before walking out the door and headed to your house. Theo watched the whole thing and waited to start laughing at Draco. He glared at Nott and spat out, “What are you laughing at?”

“What was that?” Theo held his stomach as he caught his breath. “Did you want to talk to her?” Draco didn't appreciate whatever his friend was trying to say. It's just a bloody question. He sat down on the couch and picked up the Daily Prophet from Theo’s hands. He wasn't surprised to find Harry Potter in it, a column about his recent marriage with Weasley’s sister. He was surprised that they hadn't gotten married sooner.

“Do you think it's weird that Blaise is dating a muggle?” Theo asked. His face was neutral, but his tone was suggestive. Draco internalized the question. On one hand, it didn't really disturb him all that much. He was confused as to whether or not you were his girlfriend, but Blaise doesn't really talk about you too much. On another hand, he knew Blaise and even though you annoyed him – or did you? – he always took pity on any girl that mixed with Blaise. Draco didn't know what Blaise would do, but it was enough to get anyone on their knees for him in more ways than one.

“I don’t care who or what he dates,” Draco stated. Theo went to minding his business, until something caught his attention from outside. “Oh Salazar, what is he doing?” Theo’s voice was filled with amusement. Draco turned from his sitting position and saw what was happening.

Blaise was fully making out with you right on your porch. Out where anyone could watch. One of his hands were tangled in your hair while the other one was resting gently on your waist. Your hands rested shyly on his shoulders and it looked as if you were on your toes just to reach up to his height. The kiss was slow and sensual.

It was exactly what Draco needed to see. Because from that, he felt nothing at all. Just a gross feeling that he was potentially invading someone's privacy. Sure, they were outside but it still felt weird. Draco wasn't one to enjoy public displays of affection.

“Wow, he’s really milking it out. You reckon he asked her about sight-seeing?” Theo kept observing them from the window. Draco hit his head with the newspaper rolled up. Theo laughed and turned to look at the blond man next to him. “How come you’re not with anyone?”

“With where I work, do you honestly think I have time to find someone?” Draco sassed as he continued reading. Dating was the last thing on his mind. He was too focused on work to even flirt with another woman. Pansy was the last person Draco had ever dated. He was meant to be betrothed to Astoria Greengrass, but Draco declined and started his path to becoming a healer. He also didn't want to be in a marriage knowing he couldn't genuinely love her.

Moving to America, he never found anyone interesting. Ashley was nice but not only was she already married, she was married to a woman. Other women in the department, or hospital as a whole, took an initial liking to Draco, but he figured it was solely due to the fact that he’s a foreign British man with an accent. After a month of women flirting with him, it died down almost completely and everyone treated him as normal which pretty much confirmed it to him. Would Draco like to date someone? Absolutely. But right now, he was perfectly happy being by himself.

Theo knew Draco enough to know when he was fibbing and this wasn't one of those times. He was glad to see Draco be okay with himself after all this time. He remembers the constant need of validation during their days at Hogwarts. And it was because of a certain wizard who Draco was always competing with. Now as for Theo, he had been out of the dating scene for a while and he was nearly desperate to get laid.

He dropped the topic and got up to take a short nap in the guest room. A few moments later, Blaise was knocking on the door. Draco got up to open it and was caught by surprise to see you standing behind Blaise. You looked like you weren't really sure what you were doing there either. “Mate,” Blaise started off, “what if we brought her along with us?”

You blinked at the tall man standing in front of you and then looked at Draco who had the same facial expression. “Who else better to show us around than someone who actually lives here?” Blaise suggested. It made sense; you would know your way around and Draco could save himself the trouble of not only Blaise and Theo being lost, but also Draco also getting lost. He still had a hard time with some of the streets. One-way streets, round-a-bouts, and bike lanes were still new to him. And you once mentioned how Manhattan was worse than the streets here in Buffalo, so how would he deal with that?

You stood unusually quiet. Blaise had only just asked you to tag along with them and before you could even process the question, you were being dragged to Draco’s house. “I don’t know, I don't want to intrude on–”

“Nonsense, you’d be our guide. I highly doubt Draco knows where he’s going,” Blaise assured. He got a stern ‘Hey’ from the blond but ignored it. “What do you say? Come with us?” You looked back and forth from the both of them and settled on Draco, your eyes asking him if he would even want you there. He shrugged his shoulders, leaving it up to you.

“Uh, sure. I’d just have to fix my schedule and–” you started before Blaise cut you off, “Great! We leave tomorrow at seven in the morning.” He kissed your forehead and walked inside. Draco stood at the door and was still confused as to what just happened. You started to walk away before Draco asked you, “Should we take my car?” You turned around and thought about it. “If you want.”

Draco preferred it, so he just agreed to it. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” You smiled sheepishly and raised your hand to say 'bye’. Tomorrow was surely going to be… something.

—

You were hoping to be able to rest your head on Blaise’s shoulder for the ride to the airport. But here you were, in Draco’s car with the largest cup of coffee that was barely keeping you awake as you drove there. You were glad that Draco had common sense to book two flight tickets for everyone to go there because there was so way in hell you were going to drive six hours to Manhattan and another six back.

Theo, however, was resting his head on Blaise’s shoulder as he snored away during the short ride. Blaise tried to shove him off, but it turned out that the sleepy friend was heavier than he looked. It was funny, really. Draco sat in the passenger seat next to you on his phone trying to read out directions. You insisted you didn't need them, but he said they were more for himself when they come back home.

Once on the plane, you finally got some shut eye. You stayed up all night thinking about what to do for the day. Where to go, what to eat, what to see. And other things kept you up, but that's besides the point. During the security check, you had to hold your laughter. It was hilarious to watch the three men be so confused as to what was going on. They acted like it was their first time in an airport.

The seats you had were nice and surely expensive. Draco insisted that you didn't have to pay him back. Must be nice being rich you thought. Blaise looked at you and poked your nose, “Is someone sleepy?” You glared at him before laying back into your seat, “Maybe if you didn't keep me up all night, I wouldn't be tired.” You didn't know how the man could have this much energy in the morning.

The hour went by quick and you were in Manhattan by ten in the morning. You suggested a local diner that was near the airport which they all agreed to since they didn't know their way around. At the diner, Blaise and Theo had made a dash for the restroom. You laughed at the view of Theo pushing Blaise behind him and Blaise glaring at him as he smacked the back of his head.

“I swear, they’re still childish gits,” Draco groaned. “26 years old and they still don't grow up.” You nudged his arm from across the table. “Leave them be. They’re still young, and so are you. Let loose, we’re in New York City after all. Can’t be brooding the whole time.” Draco rolled his eyes and looked at the menu that was under the glass on the table.

A waitress came up to your table with a small clipboard and notepad. “Are you two ready to order?” she asked sweetly. “Not yet, we’re waiting on two people to come back,” you answered. “Oh that’s cute, is this a double date?”

Without hesitation, you and Draco stated at the same time, “We’re not together.” The waitress looked between the two of you and just nodded. “I’ll be back, then.” The both of you hadn’t said a word when she left and patiently waited for his friends to come back. Shortly after, they did. Blaise took the spot in the booth next to you and Theo next to Draco.

“Alright, what do you suggest I get?” Blaise asked you. He had his body slightly facing yours and an arm over the top of the seat around you. He hadn't bothered to look on the menu and just focused on your features. “Depends, what do you like?”

“Anything,” he lowered his voice and was close to your ear. The breath tickled your ear which made you giggle. “Okay, we get it. You two are cute. Now keep it down, I’d like to be able to digest this food,” Theo’s nose crinkled as he complained. You still didn't know Theo all that much. This morning, he walked like a zombie and he probably just became fully awake, so to see his best friend making kissy faces at you before his first meal wasn't an ideal way to start the day. Draco chuckled in his seat as he was still figuring out what to order.

“I have to make a quick call,” you announced before pulling out your phone and called one of your employees, “Were you able to open fine on your own? Okay, call me if anything happens. Okay, bye.” The waitress came back and took down the order after she set a pot of coffee for the four of you.

Theo was the first to say something, “So, Y/N is it?” You nodded in response as you took a sip from your mug. “What is it that you do in your free time? Other than Blaise, of course.” He had a smug smile watching as you blushed. Two seconds later, the table shook and Theo groaned in pain. Unbeknownst to you, both Blaise and Draco had kicked Theo in his shins.

“Stupid git,” Draco said under his breath. Theo glared at his friends as he rubbed his legs. You cleared your throat and started to speak before Blaise stopped you, “You don’t have to answer that.”

“It’s okay, he was just joking,” you defended. “No he wasn't,” Draco added. You ignored him and looked at Theo, “What do you want to know?”

He had your full attention and ignored the looks from his friends, “What do you do for a living? What’s your work like?”

“Well, I uhh,” you started, “I own a store downtown. I’m there almost everyday.”

“What kind of store is it?” Theo asked as he leaned over the table closer to you. “What do you sell?”

“Candles,” for the second time that day, you and Draco synchronized. “Yeah, I sell candles and little… knick knacks,” you still hadn't opened up to Draco or Blaise for that matter about your Wiccan activities. So to say that you sold sage bundles, specially made oils and healing crystals would raise questions you weren't ready to answer now.

“Draco, have you ever been to the place? What is it called, by the way?” Theo kept on. Blaise was certainly not kidding when he said that Theo loved to talk. “No, I haven't,” Draco answered. “It’s called Soul Beads, wasn't it?”

“Yeah, that’s the name.” The food was brought on a large tray. Blaise handed your plate to you and you grabbed your fork to dig in. He was eating slowly, looking as if he was thinking about something. “Hey, you okay?” you whispered to him, Draco and Theo having their own conversation. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m fine, love,” Blaise continued eating at a faster pace now. You looked around the men that surrounded you and smiled. Today’s gonna be fun.

—

The day went… weird. Blaise tried to have as much fun as possible but something was bothering him. Was it Theo talking his head off the entire time? No, I’m used to that. Was it his legs tired after walking almost all day? No, not that. Was it how even though you held his hands the whole time and gave him occasional kisses on his cheek or lips, you had gone the entire day talking to Draco and shared a couple laughs with him? Absolutely.

Jealousy was always an ugly emotion to Blaise. It annoyed him during his time at Hogwarts, and it annoys him now. The way girls would ask him if he was messing around with other girls and he’d always say the same thing. “How could I when you’re the most beautiful girl in these halls?” They’d all swoon over it. And by the looks of it, you swooned over his every word as well. But the looks you gave him were different from the ones you gave Draco.

From all the letters he had gotten from Draco, Blaise knew how much he hated you. No, loathed. But after the two of you decided to make nice, it was like you had been friends since day one. Draco may have even looked comfortable talking to you. And it bothered Blaise. His time with you may have been short, but today made him realize something.

Blaise is nowhere near being in love, he knew that much. But he knew that he didn't want to be messing around anymore. He wants to have an actual relationship, and right now, he wanted it with you. Blaise was confused by it all. He should be happy that his best friend and a girl he likes gets along. It would make it all that much easier.

But something about the two of you was odd today.

Maybe there was a look that lasted too long. Or a tone that came out differently. Or maybe… no. Blaise knew what it was. He just wants to have that same friendship with you. Blaise still didn't know that much about you. He didn't even know you had your own store until that morning. And to hear that his friend who supposedly hates you even knows not only the name of the store, but what you sell, hit something in him.

So, he was going to change that. Because for the most part, you were pretty interesting. He knew you were a Wiccan and as much as he doesn't really care to know what it was all about – considering he can just do any magic with a flick of a wand – he’d at least know you a little better.

Momentarily, as he was deep in thought, Theo’s annoying voice popped in his head. Hey, at least you know her in a way Malfoy won’t. He mentally cringed at it for a second before he thought Wait. I do. It was a start, not one that someone usually prefers, but it was better than nothing.

You sat beside him on the ride back home and had a smile on your lips while you rested on him. Draco was driving and Theo wanted to raise the volume of the music but his hand was slapped away. “She’s sleeping, idiot.” Draco scolded.

“Merlin, look at this,” Theo looked at Blaise as he pointed to Draco’s face. “Malfoy caring for a muggle? I’ve seen everything now.”

“M-muggle?” You rubbed your eyes and yawned. The three Slytherin’s had wide eyes, Blaise cursing Theo with his eyes. “I've heard,” you let out another yawn, “Draco say that before.”

Merlin, how many times have these actually talked? Blaise thought. “I-it’s just slang from London,” he tried to cover up. You nodded your head and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek before going back to sleep.

Once everyone was home, Blaise walked you to your door. “I had fun today, did you?” Blaise gave his most convincing smile, “Yeah, I did.”

You said ‘Good night’ and almost closed the door when he stopped you. “Is it alright that I stay with you tonight?”

“I'm kind of tired, maybe tomorrow–”

“No, not for that,” Blaise chuckled at your insinuation. You looked slightly surprised. And it made sense considering that's almost all he came over for. Nonetheless, you let him into your home. Blaise stayed true to his words and just laid beside you in bed until the two went to sleep.

In his own bedroom, Draco smiled as he thought about the fun day he had. Maybe being friends with you wasn't so bad. He went to his kitchen to grab a drink when he noticed there was one person missing. “Where's Blaise?”

“I think he's staying at Y/N’s,” Theo stated. Inside, Draco felt an unusual pang in his chest. He let it go and went to bed. Hopelessly trying to get out of his head whatever you two were up to.

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clareguilty · 4 years ago

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By Your Side

Hello i wanted these two to smooch bc i think theyre very cute alsdjaldjasl

Arthur Morgan/Kieran Duffy Rating: T | No Warnings Word Count: ~2100

It was weeks before Arthur was on his feet again. Abigail said the wound in his shoulder must have gotten infected, that his body was overworked enough as it was. She threatened to tie him to the bed.

He was never alone for too long. The girls took shifts, sitting with him, reading to him, feeding him. Lenny, Hosea, even John. They were all there for him.

Marston, damn him. Sat there for hours, arms crossed and brows pinched. Hardly said a word, just groused and grumbled and looked at Arthur like he couldn't decide if he wanted to hit him or kiss him.

Arthur had felt the same way after John nearly got eaten by wolves. The bonds of brotherhood or something like that, he figured.

And then there was Kieran. Duffy boy. Not an O'Driscoll. Skittish and quiet, only ever coming around when no one else was nearby.

Even though Arthur was laid up with a bum shoulder and battered ribs, Kieran was afraid of him. Always looked ready to bolt at a moment's notice.

But he kept coming around. There was something pushing him to fight that meekness.

Arthur finally found out late one night. It was dark, and all he could see of the boy was the silhouette of his unkempt hair. But he was there.

"I know how Colm can be," Kieran said. Quiet. Apologetic. "No one deserves that. Especially not you."

Arthur was quiet for a moment. So that was it.

"You don't deserve it either."

Kieran's breath hitched, like no one ever told him that before. Arthur's heart ached. He had been cruel to the boy, and he regretted it.

"You hear me, boy?" Arthur asked. "You're too good for this. You deserve better."

Kieran sniffled and was gone in an instant.

He didn't stop coming around. Continued to spend his nights sitting quietly near Arthur. It was nice, not being alone.

"Duffy," Arthur hissed one night.

"Yea?"

"How's my horse? I want to see her."

"She's just fine Mr. Morgan. I've been spoiling her these past few weeks for you."

Arthur huffed. At least the beast was in good hands. Arthur preferred the company of his horse to most everyone, and he hated being away from her for so long. But he trusted that Kieran was taking good care of her.

"How far can you walk?" Kieran asked.

"I dunno, Abigail never lets me get very far." Arthur had been confined to a very small radius the past several weeks. Every time he tried to sneak away from his bed, someone caught him and turned him back around.

"Well," Kieran said slowly. "She's asleep right now. Grimshaw too."

Arthur was already pushing himself up, groaning in pain. Kieran was at his side in an instant. "Here, Mr. Morgan. Lean on me."

Arthur was heavier than Kieran anticipated, even after his infection had weakened him. Still, the two of them stumbled and staggered towards the horses. It was slow going, but Arthur was determined.

The horse looked fine -- cleaner than ever before. Kieran must have brushed her every single day. As soon as she saw Arthur, she stomped her hooves and tossed her head.

"Hey there, Old Girl," Arthur reached for her with his good arm. "I've missed you."

Kieran huffed and wheezed as he shouldered Arthur's weight, but it was worth it to see the way his eyes crinkled. Arthur looked happier than he had in a long time. They made their way back to Arthur's bunk, laughing as Kieran nearly toppled them both.

Abigail gave him hell for walking, but Arthur didn’t mind too much. He shot a wink at Kieran while she ranted and raved about “rest” and “saving his energy.”

And damn if Kieran didn’t blush bright red, nearly tripping over himself. It made Arthur’s heart swell.

Teasing Kieran was far too satisfying. The poor boy wore his heart on his sleeve. Arthur constantly ribbed him.

“You’re too young to be drinking that, boy.” Arthur snatched a bottle of shine from his hand. Was Abigail going to chew him out for getting drunk? Probably. Was it worth it to see the way Kieran’s eyes widened as Arthur licked a stray drop from the lip of the bottle? Definitely.

Finally, finally finally -- Arthur was strong enough to get back to work.

There was no chance of him going out. He could hardly walk the length of camp without needing to sit down for a while, but he itched to work, to be useful. The girls enjoyed the company, teasing Arthur for his shoddy sewing skills and unevenly cut vegetables. As long as he didn’t have to spend another minute trapped in that damn bed he would take as much criticism as Susan could dish out.

His strength came back, and he could carry crates and bags of feed and bales of hay. So he took to working with the horses alongside Duffy boy. He was easy company, and even easier to tease. They were both quiet, good with the horses, content to spend long afternoons sitting in the sun, Arthur sketching quietly in his journal and Kieran sprawled out in the grass letting his mind wander. Arthur often wondered what went through the boy’s head. He was too sweet for his own good, foolish. Not terribly bright but certainly filled with plenty of ideas under his ratty old hat.

“You’re awful kind for a killer, Mr. Morgan,” he remarked one day out of the blue.

Arthur bit back the first words that flew to his tongue, an empty threat that would send the boy running with his tail between his legs. Instead he chewed his lip for a moment, considering.

“I don’t just kill anybody. I tend to try to leave more alive than I do dead -- when I get the chance that is.” Arthur shrugged.

“Like me?” The boy was looking at him with those wide, pleading eyes. Arthur could never quite figure out if the kid wanted something from him or if he just looked like that.

Again, he had to hold himself back. He no longer took pleasure in scaring the boy shitless, and he had to fight the reflex in him that always wanted to growl and threaten. It was okay to let his guard down. As much as he hated to say it, he trusted the boy.

“Yeah, like you,” Arthur shook his head. “Who else would humor me like this? Certainly not Bill.”

“You think I’m funny?” Kieran’s head cocked to the side. He looked puzzled.

“Yeah,” Arthur said flatly. “Hilarious.

The boy pouted. Arthur had to admit it was effective. “You’re teasing me again,” he whined.

“You make it too easy.” Arthur reached out and ruffled his hair. Kieran practically melted under the touch. He flushed bright pink, a dopey grin spreading across his face before he ducked away, skittering off like he always did.

The boy cowered and ran under any kind of attention, so Arthur had to hide his staring. He didn’t care who else saw him as long as Kieran didn’t know he was being watched.

He liked watching Kieran. He was sweet and eager and gentle. From what little he had gathered of Kieran’s past, he had every excuse to be just as bitter and angry as the rest of them. Arthur was a selfish fool, he knew, but he wanted as much of that sweetness as he could get.

“What’s with you and the O’Driscoll?” Marston asked, sitting down directly in Arthur’s line of vision and effectively blocking his view of Kieran and Mary-Beth sitting together with a book

“He’s not an O’Driscoll,” Arthur grumbled.

John’s grin turned sly. “You’re too easy to read, Morgan.”

Arthur took another drink from his beer. Since he couldn’t watch Kieran, he enjoyed the way the afternoon sun played off of the surface of the water. “I will drown you in the lake,” he said coolly.

“Then you’d have to deal with Abigail bein’ sore with you. I’m pretty sure she wants the privilege of drowning me.” John looked far too pleased with himself. He thought he was so damn clever.

“We’ll do it together then.”

Marston let out a loud, raspy laugh, banging the table with his fist. Arthur almost wished he would go back to sulking and whining about his scratches.

“I’ll leave you to your staring then,” John shook his head, still chuckling, and wandered off.

Arthur felt like he was stumbling. Unsure of himself and out of his depth. There were many things he could do: kill, rob, steal, ride, shoot. He did not know how to be sweet. But he wanted to. He wanted to show Kieran the same kindness and consideration that he had shown Arthur. He wanted to make up for how cruel he had been to the boy.

When was finally feeling well enough to ride into town, he stopped by the general store to refill his satchel with supplies. The barrels of taffy would normally have never caught his eye, but he remembered how excited Kieran had been when Mary-Beth broke off a piece of her chocolate for him. Kieran liked sweet.

Arthur bought two bags.

Jack was thrilled to get a bag of candy. Abigail thanked Arthur for his thoughtfulness and eyed the second bag with a gleaming curiosity. It felt like everyone in camp was conspiring against him.

Kieran smiled so brightly when he noticed Arthur heading his way. He hadn’t even given him the damn candies and he was already beaming. Arthur did his best not to fumble his words.

“Finally managed to get to the store, and I picked these up for you. I noticed you liked sweets and I was already getting some for the boy-” Arthur cut himself off with a shrug, awkwardly holding out the bag of candies.

They were both blushing fools. Kieran took the bag, holding it delicately as if it were the most valuable thing in the world. “I can’t wait to share them with you, Mr. Morgan.”

And Arthur knew he was done for.

Kieran was filthy. Covered in mud and dust, hair unkempt and unwashed. It had stormed recently, and everyone was covered in dirt to some degree. Somehow Kieran had attracted the worst of it.

Arthur frowned at the boy. One of the mares hadn’t taken too well to the weather, and Kieran hadn’t left the horse’s side since. He was breaking of small pieces of oatcake and waiting patiently for the horse to eat. He lit up with a smile every time, and Arthur wanted to kiss him so badly.

But the boy was covered in mud.

Arthur waited until the horse had finished eating before striding over and hauling Kieran up by the scruff. “Come on, Duffy. We’ve got to get you clean.”

Kieran was taken by surprise, tripping over his own feet as Arthur dragged him along. “It’s no trouble Mr. Morgan. I’d just wind up dirty again tomorrow anyways. The ground’s not dry yet.”

“Then we can wash you again tomorrow,” Arthur said. He led them through the trees towards a nice stretch of creek, running water, about waist deep. It was a nice spot to bathe when he couldn’t make it back into town.

“Strip,” Arthur was already tugging his own boots off, digging a bar of soap out of his satchel. Kieran only hesitated a moment before shrugging out of his clothes. Those would need to be washed too, but Arthur was too busy dragging the boy into the water with him to care.

Kieran didn’t protest as Arthur lathered up the soap and began scrubbing mud and dirt off the both of them. He had always craved Arthur’s touch, and the scrape of the callouses of his palm against bare skin was almost more than he could handle.

He hadn’t expected Arthur to dig his fingers into Kieran’s side, causing him to yelp and jump away. Arthur was grinning, looking far too pleased with himself. Kieran smiled back and splashed half-heartedly at Arthur.

They wrestled in the creek. Arthur easily overpowered Kieran, dunking him under the water a few times and tackling him into the silt. Kieran howled with laughter and clung to Arthur for dear life.

And then Arthur kissed him. Already breathless and panting, he dragged Kieran in and pressed their lips together. It was clumsy and awkward for a few moments as Kieran froze in shock, but he kissed back eagerly once he found himself again.

Arthur pulled away with a contented sigh, shaking water out of his hair and chuckling to himself. “Been wanting to do that, but you’ve been sleeping in the damn mud for three days now.”

Kieran turned pink and then red, clearly overwhelmed. Arthur pulled back a little to give him some space.

“What if-” Kieran started and then lost his courage. It took him a few tries to get through his words. “What if I slept by you instead?”

Arthur wanted nothing more.

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nothorses · 4 years ago

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hey sorry if it comes off as weird, but i'm a bit desperate. i had a real bad time figuring out my identity growing up and for like, the past 4~5 years i've become really comfortable and happy whenever i referred and thought of myself as a gay nb trans man; i experience legit gender euphoria whenever ppl address or acknowledge me as such, and the most connection i feel is to gay/bi men/men-aligned ppl. that said, i've struggled with obsessive/intrusive thoughts since i'm like, 12~13 due to (1/?)

a phobia, and they often appeared when i was already feeling low/stressed/anxious over unrelated stuff. y'know when you're having a good time and suddenly your brain goes 'oh hey, remember that thing you have doubts about and makes you distressed? and you think it's not true? well, here it is again (: you're welcome!'. that's it.

so social isolation due to the pandemic has taken a toll on my mental health and recently i have been... struggling a lot not only with dysphoria (i was supposed to start hrt last year but it was postponed due to, well), but also with obtrusive/intrusive thoughts over 'how i'm faking it, i am actually a cis lesbian' (i never felt attracted truly to women, even tho i had kissed two before, and i am Positively attracted to men in a way i can only describe as 'gay').

it has gotten to a point where i cannot think about, y'know, woman characters from stuff i like that i feel like this is somehow a sign i'm actually a lesbian; i have been dreaming a lot of situations i'm either framed as a lesbian or a straight girl, i have been hyperaware of how cis ppl perceive me (pre-transition, as 'girl') and obsessing over little shit like, if women are looking at me in certain ways when i have to go out (sometimes even 'wishing' it, as if it wanting to 'prove' anything).

i feel...... exhausted, none of these make me feel good, all of this makes me feel distressed. i get dreadful when i take 'lol ur lesbian' results at stupid internet quizzes too. i feel like i cannot talk to anyone about it bc i feel like they're gonna try to feed me either 'internalized lesbophobia' or terf rhetoric, which is smth im v aware of, and part of the reason i've been obsessing over as well.

i had mild doubts about stuff before (like if i was rly a binary trans guy or nb, or if i was bisexual) but none was... like this, y'know. i was also dumb and read a bbc article about detransitioning ppl which opened with 'studies say most trans ppl dont doubt' etc. featuring two cis lesbians that detransitioned after entering a relationship with one another. i feel rly rly rly dreadful i wish i could go back to feeling like myself (gay and guy) like i did before.

i'm sorry for the longest fucking ask btw, and also, tumblr hadnt let me send the rest for like, Hours, i'm deeply sorry

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I think a lot of this is very normal, especially for transmascs.

We’re constantly fed this idea that we can’t really trust our own perception of reality, that we don’t know ourselves as well as others do, and that the things we believe about ourselves are temporary, silly, and “signs” of some deeper reality that someone else knows for us. It’s only natural that we’d internalize some of those feelings, and struggle to trust even the most irrefutable evidence of our own realities.

If it helps to have some tools in those moments, a couple of reminders:

Cis girls do not typically dread the idea of being girls. They might dread the social repercussions or expectations, they might hate girls who look/act in certain ways, but they do not typically hate that they are girls.

If you are feeling dread over the idea that you might be attracted to women, you probably aren’t! It’s good to work on feeling more at peace with the possibility, because orientation can be very fluid for some folks, and being ready to accept yourself if things change takes a lot of pressure off- but if you don’t want to be with women, you just literally do not have to be with women. For any reason. Even if you are “secretly” attracted to them, if you don’t want to be with them anyway, you simply do not have to be.

Trans people experience doubt. We experience it all the time. We experience it pretty much endlessly! Maybe there are trans folks who never, ever doubt their genders, and I’m very happy for them; but that’s the exception, not the rule, in my experience. This study talks about the steps toward trans self-acceptance, and finds each step is an ongoing process, and often a back-and-forth. It was very comforting for me to recognize the patterns & know I’m not alone.

The focus on AFAB detransitioners is driven by transandrophobia. Because saving the “poor little girls” is a compelling motivator in a misogynistic society. Most detransitioners are actually folks who were AMAB, and found the societal pressure and backlash was too overwhelming, or made things too unsafe, for them to carry on with their transitions. Most detransitioners, period, are people who had to stop because of safety issues, or lack of access to their transition needs.

It’s very normal to go through periods of high doubt, and periods of high self-assuredness. You may just have to ride this out; surround yourself with as much support and love as you can, remind yourself that those fears aren’t really based in reality, and be kind to yourself during this difficult time. Try to make choices that prioritize your mental and emotional health.

You will get through this period of doubt, and come back to finding love and joy in your identity again! It might just take a little time & patience.

(Also no worries over the sending confusion; Tumblr’s a lil broken sometimes, and it’s genuinely not even remotely an issue.)

#long post #advice #Anon #Ask

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ipuckwithhockey · 4 years ago

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I’d Rather Rescue Myself - Travis Konecny

a/n: Did I write this based on the Cheetah Girls hit, Cinderella? bc I did. no I didn’t. I don’t think this will surprise anyone but this is kind of angsty and dramatic, but I think it’s cute in the end. Let me know what you think :)

Warnings: Single mom, cursing, drinking, angst, a little bit of anxiety, I think that’s it

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When I was just a little girl, my momma used to tuck me into bed

She read me a story

It always was about a Princess in distress and how a guy would save her

End up with the glory

Your mom was a hopeless romantic. She fell hard and fast for the men that came in and out of her life. She wasn’t running around being reckless or anything, she just loved being in love. She loved the honeymoon phase and she loved the idea of finding her prince charming.

Your dad left when you were just a baby, but your mom didn’t harbor on the loss. That was another thing about your mom— she was an undying optimist. She said that her relationship with your father wasn’t meant to be, and that her real prince charming was somewhere out there waiting to find her.

You actually believed all the elaborate bedtime stories she told you for a while. You thought you too would find your prince charming who would sweep you off your feet and rescue you from the harsh realities of your average Philadelphia life.

Your mom did eventually find Steve, a real-estate broker, that made her very happy. You liked Steve. He was nice and had a good job, and really did care for your mom. They’ve been married almost two years now, and you’ve never seen your mom happier. Maybe she was right, her prince charming was waiting out there for her, except he wasn’t in a castle or riding a horse into the sunset, he was just trying to decide which slice and bake cookies he should get for his open house. That’s how they met. In the freezer section of the grocery. Your mom helped him decide on one pack of sugar and one pack of chocolate chip, they exchanged numbers, and the rest is history.

Then one day I realized the fairy tale life wasn't for me

I don't wanna be like Cinderella

Sittin' in a dark old dusty cellar

Waiting for somebody, to come and set me free

You really tried to be optimistic. You would put yourself out there, go on dates, and even had a couple serious relationships throughout college. There was just one problem— they never worked out. You were always left heartbroken. So your senior year of college you decided that you had had enough.

You were done feeling sorry for yourself. You were smart and driven and didn’t need a man to rescue you. You had a great internship that would hopefully turn into a job after graduation and you were the top of your class. You weren’t going to let another boy come in and distract you from your goals. So you swore off boys. It’s not that you didn’t want to find someone eventually, you just didn’t have the time or energy to bother with them now. This was time to focus on you.

That year you met Travis Konecny and his band of brothers from the Philadelphia Flyers. Your roommate, Katie, had hooked up with Joel Farabee a couple of times but they ultimately decided they were better off as just fiends. You and Travis became quick friends. You had a similar sense of humor and even though he was the worlds biggest, dumbest redneck, you had a soft spot for the kid. He was busy with hockey and didn’t have time for a relationship, and so he understood why you didn’t want one either.

Soon started the movie nights and casual hang outs. You even started to teach him how to cook. You would admit that he was very handsome (when he showered and properly groomed himself), but you were just friends. It was never anything else. Neither of you wanted it to be anything else.

You both had had other hookups and occasionally a date, and you would laugh together over how bad they were afterward, saying “see, this is why i don’t need a relationship.”

That was almost two years ago. You did end up graduating at the top of your class, and the internship did turn into an amazing job. You worked hard and were hopefully in line for a big promotion at the end of the month.

You lived on your own now, but Katie just lived a block away. Shortly after her and Joel decided to remain friends she met Chris. He was a great guy and they recently moved in together. You were really happy for Katie and all of your friends who had found great guys to settle down with. You were only 23 but it seemed like most of your friends had found their match, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t bother you.

It’s not that you wanted to get hitched and have a baby right this second, you were still very young, but the thought of having a caring boyfriend to come home to was something you just couldn’t get out of your head lately.

Someday, I'm gonna find someone who wants my soul, heart and mind

Who's not afraid to show that he loves me

Somebody who will understand I'm happy just the way I am

Don't need nobody taking care of me

Now you found yourself on Travis’ couch ranting about how all of your college friends were taking their boyfriends to Katie’s birthday party this weekend. Again, you were happy for them, you really were! But you didn’t want to be the only single one there. It was one thing to get a sad look from your mom when she asked you if you were seeing anyone, it was another thing to get sad looks from about a dozen of your friends. You knew they just wanted you to find someone who made you happy, but you hadn’t yet, and there wasn’t anything that could change that.

“I just wish I could find someone who wants me for me, you know? Someone who gets that my career is just as important as his, and who understands that when I say I don’t want anything to eat I actually do, I’m just too hard headed to admit it!” You were ranting on about the perfect guy, and all Travis could think was that he was that guy.

He would show up at your door out of the blue because he knew the “work’s been busy, just gonna go home and get some stuff done” reply to his hang out invitation actually meant “I’ve never been as stressed as I am right now, and haven’t eaten in 12 hours, and I could really use a hug.” He was always there for you, and you were always there for him. People didn’t always understand your relationship, and last year when Travis started dating a girl, she became so jealous of your friendship. Eventually, Travis ended it when she asked him to choose between her or you. There really wasn’t any contest. He would choose you every time. That was when he realized he had some serious feelings for you. Travis wasn’t good with feelings, and as much as he wanted to tell you he loved you, he didn’t want to mess with your friendship. It was too important to him, and up until recently you had been pretty dedicated to your no relationship lifestyle.

So instead of telling you how much he loved you and how he was the guy who valued your career and goals just as much as his own, he just offered to go with you to the party in question, “Well I’ll go with you. I like your friends, and then I’ll also get the sad looks because I too am single and lonely, so you won’t be alone.”

You laugh, Travis was right, you would probably have a good time if was there. You always have a good time when he’s around, and your friends like him too. They know you’re just friends but they never hesitate to give you a hard time about how you’ll end up together one day. You know he’s not into you like that, but that doesn’t stop you from wondering what it would be like to one day call him yours.

“Hello???? Is anyone home?” He’s waving his hands in front of you after you zoned out thinking about how great it would be to come home to him after a long day at work,

“Oh yeah, sorry, that would actually be great. You don’t have to, I know I’ve been annoying lately with all the work talk and complaining about relationshi-“

“Don’t worry about it. The party will be fun, we haven’t been out together in forever. And I know you’re stressed, even though you shouldn’t be. There’s no way you’re not getting that promotion. That doucheface, Jack is barely smart enough to do his current job, there’s no way they would give him the promotion over you.”

“His name is Jake, but yes he is a doucheface and even though I may be more qualified, he has been at the company longer than me so there’s a good chance he’ll get it just based on that.”

“You worry too much. You’re gonna get it, and we’re all gonna celebrate when you do.”

I can slay, my own dragon

I can dream, my own dreams

My knight in shining armor is me

So now it was Friday night, and you found yourself next to Travis in a crowded bar that Katie had picked for her birthday celebration. You had had the longest week known to man, and all you really wanted to do was sleep. But alas, you were here and trying to have a good time.

Travis had been great the whole night, socializing with your friends, make his stupid jokes, and getting you drinks. You really did appreciate him coming, but something just felt off. He has always been a touchy guy but it seemed like he had his arm around you more than usual tonight, and when he talked to your friends he would say “we” when referring to the two of you. It felt too domestic, and if felt too claustrophobic.

Even his praises when the group asked about your work annoyed you. You didn’t know if you were just on edge from work or if Travis’ overstepping was really getting to you.

You needed a minute to yourself so excused yourself to get another drink.

“Sit down, I got it,” Travis stands to get you another drink, and that’s when you start to lose it. In the back of your mind you know he’s just being nice, but you’re already seeing red and nothing can stop you now.

“I am perfectly capable of getting my own drink, and I really don’t need a man to babysit me all night, so you can sit down, and I’ll get it for myself.”

You turn and head for the door of the bar, not caring that your friends, and Travis, are all staring at you completely taken aback by what just came flying out of your mouth. You make it outside, needing a minute in the cold winter air, before Travis catches up to you.

“What the hell is going on? Did I do something?”

“Travis. I really appreciate you trying to ‘take care of me’ of whatever it is you’re trying to do, but I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it a long time, there’s no reason why I can’t continue to do so.”

You’re being mean now. You know it, but it’s not stopping you. You can’t help but push him away because it feels easier to just deny the feelings you know you have. The hurt in Travis’ eyes almost makes you take it all back, but you know that if you push him enough he’ll be just as stubborn and mad as you, and then you can fight it out instead of actually talking about what’s going on. So you continue, knowing that what you’re going to say will just piss him off,

“You’re not my boyfriend, and I didn’t ask you to act like it. If you want a girl to parade around in front of people, go find someone else, because I’m not your girl. You just need to back off, ok?”

“I’m not trying to control you, or ‘parade you around’ I have no clue why you think I’d even want that,” He puts up big air quotes when he throws your words back at you,

“I just know how stressed you are and how you don’t ever see your friends because your whole life is your fucking job. I just wanted to make this night fun and relaxing for you. And I’m sorry if I’m proud of you for being so successful, but did it ever occur to you that maybe I am the guy? The guy who wants you for you. The guy who respects your career just as much as his own. The guy who knows that even though you’re standing here pissed as hell, it’s only because you know you have feelings for me too?”

He’s practically yelling and a couple people have definitely taken notice. And maybe he’s right, but your hard head and stubbornness would never let you admit it, so you just decide to walk away.

You leave him standing there outside of a bar that still holds all of your closest friends, and you know that you may have just thrown away your prince charming, but you can’t go back. It would be too much, so you walk home and cry yourself to sleep that night.

I will be there for him just as strong as he, will be there for me

When I give myself then it has got to be, an equal thing

I don't wanna be like Cinderella

Sittin' in a dark old dusty cellar

Waiting for somebody, to come and set me free

You got the promotion. You got it and the only person you wanted to tell was Travis. It’s been weeks since that night you left him outside the bar. He texted and called a few times, eventually he stopped. You thought he might show up at your place but he never did. You tried to be mad at him. You tried to blame him for your friendship falling apart. You also knew that he was right. About everything.

You thought back to all the times you had been there for each other. You thought back to all of the long talks on the phone while he was away for the summers, every time he hyped you up before a big presentation at work, and all the times you waited at his door after what you knew had been a tough game.

You always had each others backs. You didn’t have to ask for it, you just knew that when you fell, the other one would be there to pick you up. You didn’t have to guess. You always knew what he was feeling and you knew how to fix it. He was the same way with you. And yet, you still couldn’t bring yourself to just pick up the phone and call. Maybe it was because you knew he would be on the other end waiting to take you back in the blink of an eye. You knew he’d forgive you for everything and you knew he would love you forever, but you were still scared to admit that maybe you did need him. You felt like it would be an admission of failure that you couldn’t do this on your own.

You didn’t need him to take care of you or to slay a dragon to save you, you just needed HIM. You needed his companionship, his love, and his affection, all of the things that he was so willing to give you, but that you still couldn’t accept.

I don't wanna be like Snow White

waiting for a handsome prince

to come and save me on a horse of white

Unless we're riding side by side

It’s been over a month now, and you haven’t so much as spoken a word to Travis. You had filled Katie in the day after her party, apologizing for leaving without saying goodbye. She tried to comfort you, but you didn’t want to talk about it. You were going to be fine without him. He was just a friend after all. But now Katie was getting fed up. She was tired of watching you mope around town acting like everything was fine, when she knew damn well that you were just too stubborn to admit that you loved Travis too.

“Ok. You seriously need to suck it up buttercup.” Katie came full force through the threshold of your apartment with two bottles of wine and a bag of take out. You were all for a girls night, but you were right when you had concerns of it turning into a “lets talk about your feelings night.”

“You’re losing it. Like I love you, but as your friend I can no longer support this moping around.”

“I have told you over and over again, that I am fine. I got my promotion and I’m doing great at work!” You try to convince her that you’re doing ok, and that you don’t read every shitty article written about the flyers as an attempt to satisfy your Travis craves.

“If you’re oh so fine, then why do you still watch every flyers game? Why are you drinking his favorite wine all the time? And why the fuck are you wearing his clothes???”

You didn’t even remember that you had put on an old hoodie of his this morning until just now. He used to let you borrow the old 67’s hoodie when you were at his place, eventually you just took it home with you, and it’s been your favorite ever since. You wore it now more than ever, but would never admit it was because you missed him.

“It’s just comfortable ok?” But you knew she wasn’t buying it, you knew you were going to have to talk about it at some point.

“...I just feel like if I admit that I need him, it would be like admitting that I can’t take care of myself, that I can’t do this on my own.”

“Babe, it’s not about needing someone to take care of you, it’s just about loving someone and letting them love you back. Travis of all people knows that you are perfectly capable of fending for yourself. I think that’s probably something he loves about you. He knows you. And I know for a fact that he’s waiting for you.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because he calls me…”

“Wh-what?” Why would Travis bother to call Katie?

“Because he’s worried about you, but he knows that if he suffocates you, you’ll just keep pushing him away. He’s called me regularly for a few weeks now. He just wants to know how you are... But he didn’t want me to tell you because he didn’t want you to feel like he was going behind your back. He loves you. And he’s just waiting for you to come back to him. He’s an idiot, but somehow he’s managed to figure you out.”

He loves you. Travis loves you.

You love him.

You love each other.

He never wanted to take anything from you.

He just wanted your love.

He wanted to give you his love.

It’s like you’re discovering words for the first time, and you know you that you can’t just let this go. You know that you don’t want to keep living your life if you’re not sharing it with him, side by side.

You look over at Katie who knows you’re finally coming to terms with all of this,

“I think I have to go”

“Go get him babe!”

You order an uber and grab your shoes before heading out the door. The ride to Travis’ has never felt longer. You start to question yourself but it’s too late, you know what you have to do. You walk into his building and make your way up to his floor on the elevator. You pace back and forth for a while outside of his apartment, but you tell yourself it’s now or never, and knock on the door. It’s not even 20 seconds later that he’s opening the door,

“Hey, I knew you’d come back.”

For some reason you thought he might still be mad, and he might just slam the door in your face or yell at you, but he’s not. He’s smiling and is reaching out to pull you into his apartment and into a hug. You let him and it’s like you’ve never felt more relief. The weight of the past month is instantly lifted. You feel like you can breathe again. And then the tears start to fall.

“Hey, don’t cry. It’s ok.” He’s consoling you and you’ve never felt worse. He was always right there and you just about threw it all away because you were too stubborn. You both muster out some sorry’s and you’re not even sure how long you’ve been standing there in each others arms. You’re perfectly content just staying there, but eventually he pulls back to look at you.

He wipes away at your tear stained face and looks you right in the eyes,

“I love you. And I never ever want to make you feel like you’re anything less than the amazing, strong, smart, beautiful, independent woman that you are... I just want you to let me love you.”

“Okay... but only on one condition…”

Travis just looks questionably back at you,

“That you let me love you back”

Travis doesn’t even bother with words, because he knows the only thing left to do is kiss you. So he leans into you, and you lean into him, and it’s like everything in the world is right again. Riding into the sunset may have been a fairytale, but true loves kiss was definitely a reality. You were right too, you didn’t need a prince to save you, you needed to save yourself. It just turned out that saving yourself was letting the man of your dreams love you back.

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mcfiddlestan · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Questions

I'm bored and this was in a note on my phone from forever ago, so I must have been tagged at some point. Apologies to whoever tagged me. 🥴

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

52. Though, I used to have a few more. I deleted a few fics some years ago bc I hated that they were just sitting there unfinished. I was going through a particularly brutal bout of writer's block that affected both my fic writing and my RP writing.

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

720,782. And I was stressing about a 30-page thesis. 😂 (which ended up being over 15,000 words)

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I started writing fic in 2000 with *NSYNC, Christina Aguilera, and Backstreet Boys fics. I stopped writing a bit around 2004-2007 (because of a stupid boy) and picked it up again in 2012 after reading some awesome Cherik fics and wanting to write my own FrostIron College AU when I read one that was good, but kind of disturbing. I think I write for one fandom -- Marvel -- but, like different factions of it. FrostIron and WinterFrost mostly, with a dash of Stucky, ThunderFrost, DashingFrost, and WinterIron.

4) What are your Top 5 fics by kudos?

Black Light Special (WinterFrost) - 628 kudos

Can I Bum A Ride? (WinterFrost) - 425 kudos

Empire State of Mind (FrostIrom) - 420 kudos

Dark Side (FrostIron) - 398 kudos

A Worthy Collection (FrostIron) - 309 kudos

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I really do make an effort to respond to every single comment, even the not-so-nice ones. I want people to know I've seen and read the comment they took the time to post, so even if I just thank them for reading and commenting, I respond.

6) What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Considering it features two -- count 'em, two! -- major character deaths, it's definitely Empire State of Mind. Though, I'd argue Dark Side is a pretty close second.

7) What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Probably Ghosts That We Knew. It was the final fic in the trilogy that is the Picture Perfect Series. It follows Loki and Tony from when they meet in college and ends 30+ years later.

8) Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

No, not really. And I rarely, if ever, read them. There's no real reason behind it other than I've just never come upon one and thought "ooh I need to read that."

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. I got a lot of hateful messages after I completed Empire State of Mind. People were really angry at me for killing off two major characters. I mean, a lot of the messages were "omg I hate you but I loved this!" kind of vibe. But there were a few that cussed me out and called me names for writing it.

I had some chapters of a Fools Rush In FrostIron AU posted a while ago, in which Loki was a female, the only daughter in both the Odinson and Laufeyson families. Following the storyline of the Matthew Perry/Salma Hayek movie, Loki meets Tony Stark in a bar and gets pregnant from a one night stand. Anyway, I got a lot of messages telling me that Odin's misogyny and mistreatment of Loki was unrealistic -- even though I had literally modeled his behavior after the movie that inspired it. 🤷🏽

I have some prompts done for the 100 Ways to Say ILY writer's block challenge and for one of them, I borrowed the storyline from an episode of Will & Grace when Will's father dies of a heart attack after they have a bad argument where his father basically admits he wished Will wasn't gay so he could have had an easier life. In the epsiode, the fight starts because Will's parents gift his baby blanket to Grace, who is pregnant with her ex-husband's child. Will takes offense, they don't understand why bc he never mentioned wanting children, and a fight ensues. Similarly, in my fic, Frigga and Odin offer a pregnant Natasha (his BFF) Loki's blanket. Some readers did not like this and did not understand why I would write it. In another prompt, one that was literally how my last relationship ended, got some harsh critiques. Those ones hurt especially bc it was such a personal experience I wrote about.

And I actually got into a fight -- like a screaming match -- IRL with my best friend's boyfriend at the time. One of my bestie's friends asked about my fanfiction and I gave them the gist of one of my stories where Loki has a brief relationship with Sif that results in a child and later reconnects with Tony. Later on, Sif offers to be a surrogate for Tony and Loki and eventually births three more children for them. Bestie's boyfriend could not fathom why a woman would purposely get herself impregnated and then give the child away. I tried to explain that this was a thing that a lot of women did IRL -- and some don't even use their own eggs, but the eggs of a woman who cannot conceive; Sif used her own eggs so that all four children were half related (two by Loki, two by Tony). But he just did not believe me and told me I must not be a very good writer. Worst night of my life.

10) Do you write smut?

I was just telling @teadrinkingwolfgirl the other night how when I first started writing fic I did not write sex scenes. It was always inferred or glossed over. When I started writing again in 2012, for FrostIron, it was my first time writing more detailed sex. I cite Jackie Collins as my smut-writing mentor. I've written almost exclusively M/M smut.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Which is like the best thing ever! A couple of my older fics have been translated to Russian. I have one *NSYNC fic that was made into an audio fic. And someone recently messaged me on ff*net to ask to translate as many of my fics as they can to Spanish. :D

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not technically. I've gotten a lot of prompts and ideas from friends and mutuals, and I started reformatting my WinterFrost RP with my ex from 2014-2015 into novel form a while ago. That's tecnically the only thing I've written with someone else and published.

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

I have two that will always, ALWAYS, have my heart and attention. FrostIron (Tony Stark/Loki) and WinterFrost (Bucky Barnes/Loki). They are the two ships that I write the most, read the most, and seek out fanart for the most.

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Probably The Flame. It's a fic that starts out ThunderFrost (not related; Asgardian Prince Thor semi-rescues an imprisoned Jotun Prince Loki) but eventually ends up FrostIron. It's the only fic I've ever written that features Loki with both male and female biology. I have a few chapters done but I haven't worked on it in years.

16) What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I write realistic relationships. And I think my dialogue is also realistic and easy to grasp. And I put a lot of humor in between all the angst and hurt.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I get too detailed with background. I just reread my Picture Perfect series (which I do like once a year), and there are literal paragraphs of background that in Google Docs is like pages and pages. But I want to make sure people understand my characters! LOL

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm a big fan of it. I featured a lot of Norwegian in the Picture Perfect series. And French. I think as long as it flows with the storytelling and it's not forced on the characters it can be really cool. It should be natural. I always leave a translation list at the end of the chapter or explain in-text what was said. Which I think most authors I've read do.

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

The Backstreet Boys. LOL. Don't judge. I started writing my own fics after discovering BSB fanfiction written by an author named Mistress Lynz. She wrote a lot of fics about bloodletting, but I really enjoyed the fics where the guys were hooking up with each other behind the scenes, LOL explains why I write mostly M/M now. 😂

20) What's your favorite fic you've written?

They're kind of like my babies so at different times different ones are my faves. But if I really had to pick one, I would say Stay With Me is my favorite. I got some of the most amazing comments on this story from people that found meaning and themes in the story that I didn't even realize I'd put in there. It was one of my first WinterFrost fics I'd posted and the response was more than I could have asked for.

And now I have to tag people! @teadrinkingwolfgirl @incredifishface @incubigirl @rabentochter @marvelswinterfrost and whoever else feels up to it.

xoxo

#fic writer meme #fic writer questions #all my fics #my writing #frostiron #winterfrost #stucky #thunderfrost #winteriron #dashingfrost

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a-libra-writes · 4 years ago

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A Dragon’s Fire - Daenerys x Red Priestess!Reader

heyo! this was requested by an anon who originally wanted an assassin w fire magic, and i compromised w a red priestess who was an assassin but decided not to hurt dany (bc that seems neat!) but ive been in the shit this week so ... i wrote something fluffy instead. I know, im a big fail, lol. I hope yall enjoy it anyway

Summary: Dany has a big gay crush. That’s it, that’s the fic

“Is she everything you hoped for?”

Y/N did not answer the man behind her. She focused on the flames in front of her, dancing in the brazier into familiar shapes. She had seen them for many years. It’s why she was chosen by the priests, and since the red comet fell from the sky, they whispered if she listened close. Here, in the dragon queen’s palace, she could hear the fire inside the dragons.

The bear knight’s metal armor and annoyed tone was not enough to distract her. Y/N reached her hand into the fire, it shaped into a dragon that sat in her palm. She didn’t feel the fire, but her red silk sleeve was burning.

Jorah disliked her silence, but he disliked many things about Y/N. When he first saw her fire tricks, he thought they were illusions, but the heat of them said otherwise. Then there was the first time she set upon Drogon…

He suppressed his shiver and set that memory aside. “The khaleesi wants to see you.”

Y/N closed her palm, and the dragon slivered out, flying back into the brazier. The flames glowed blue for just a fraction of a second. She waved her hand over them, and the fire smothered itself. Smoke rose out of the hot coals, but those too began to rapidly cool.

She wondered if the knight was still unsettled by her magic. Even the khaleesi had moments of awe and uneasiness, although she was fond of watching. Y/N stood, her silk robes gently scraping the marble floor. Jorah was already walking away, and she made no effort to run to catch up to him. She knew where Daenerys was.

The chambers Daenerys set aside for her council was well-lit and had an impressive, engraved table at the center of it. Its legs used to be harpies made of carved marble and ivory, but she had them removed for dragons made of onyx and rubies. Y/N liked the change, and how they glittered in the light. Perhaps she was biased - her own ruby hung around her neck, although it was far larger and smoother than any gemstone Daenerys had seen before.

The girl’s purple eyes lit up as Y/N entered the room. Y/N couldn’t help but return the sentiment, giving her khaleesi a smile. She was pleased there was no one else in the council room. “You wished to see me, khaleesi?”

“Yes. Jorah, you may leave us.”

Jorah didn’t protest, but he did shoot Y/N a look before he left the room and closed the doors. Y/N noticed there were no Unsullied in the chambers, either.

“I talked to him about what he said the other day,” Daenerys said after a moment of silence. “Ser Barristan, as well. They don’t … In the Seven Kingdoms, your sort of magic is seen as a dream. Unreal.”

“As unreal as dragons?” Y/N tilted her head, and Daenerys tried not to focus on how her hair slid across her bare shoulders. When Y/N first entered her service, she wore modest robes that covered nearly every inch of her. Since then she had adopted a more elegant, free style, at Daenerys’ subtle suggestion. She was pleased with the result.

Daenerys set her thoughts straight. “True. The reason I called you here was to locate Rhaegal. I haven’t seen him flying overhead in some time.”

“Nor have I.” Y/N touched the ruby that dangled by her collarbone. It was held with a simple gold chain, and anyone could have missed the way it seemed to flicker. It could have been a trick of the light, but Dany knew otherwise. “Would you like me to find him?”

Of course Y/N knew how to do that. She knew how to start and stop fire, how to dream about it, how to see into it. It was only logic that she could find it. She once told Daenerys that the dragons were beings of fire, swirling and living heat. She looked at them like …

… Well, not how others looked at them. It was hard to puzzle out Y/N’s expressions and thoughts. You could ask her something directly, and she’d have some sort of strange answer, or she’d just stay quiet. Daenerys could tell when Y/N was thinking something over, at least. Her pretty eyes would lower, and she’d touch that ruby - was it hot to the touch? It seemed like it - and she would be gone. Sometimes she stayed very still for hours, staring into fire, or staring into nothing.

But she’d always have an answer eventually.

Daenerys’ knights warned against Y/N’s counsel, telling her not to listen too closely to the words of a strange woman of a strange religion. Even Missandei had commented on the followers of Rhllor’s intent to convert King Robert and other places, and the strange magics they could possess. They warned her as if she did not know how to think for herself.

It upset her, but Y/N took such words in stride. She often seemed to know what others thought and said about her, and she did little to stop it. Missandei had warmed to her, Ser Barristan did not think she was any real threat, but Ser Jorah remained unconvinced and wary. Grey Worm did not like talk of magic or priests, but he had no real ill thought of Y/N, and Daario liked to ask her all sorts of ridiculous questions for his own amusement.

“I have found him, khaleesi.”

Daenerys couldn’t believe her thoughts had drifted again. Y/N often had that effect on her. “Where? Can we ride to him?”

“We could. He is in no danger, he is simply occupied with…” A soft smile came to Y/N’s red lips. “Something he has not seen before. That’s why he’s been away.”

“What could possibly interest him for that long? He’s been gone for days.”

“Shall we find out, your grace?”

Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah would warm her against this, ask her to take one of them or the Unsullied on the trip. Grey Worm would ask to escort them, Missandei would worry and send guards after them anyway. Daario would want to come along. Daenerys looked to the open, blue sky. There was still plenty of sun left.

“Let’s be quick,” She said, already giddy even if they hadn’t stepped a foot outside of the palace yet. “Missandei will keep them busy. Do you want to share my horse?”

Y/N was not an adept rider, but she still said, “That is alright, khaleesi. I can ride my own.”

Daenerys tried not to feel disappointed.

The danger outside the protective walls of Meereen was real, but Daenerys comforted herself with the fact that Drogon and Viserion often flew about these hills, and no one had seen them leave. Y/N said it would not take long, that they’d return toward the end of sunset.

Why do I keep believing her? Daenerys asked herself. She glanced aside, watching the woman reposition her reins. Her normally serene facade was broken everytime she rode a horse. She was not afraid of the creatures, but she had only recently learned to ride, and the beasts weren’t always fond of her.

“If you keep moving like that, you’ll make him nervous,” Daenerys said. “There’s no need to clutch the reins so tightly, either.”

Y/N nodded, and tried to relax her posture. Luckily, she picked an agreeable horse. Daenerys recalled the saddle sores and aches she received when she learned to ride. Her handmaidens gave her a balm to ease the pain. Maybe she could find that for Y/N.

I’ll ask someone to deliver it to her. I couldn’t give it to her myself - no, who says I can’t? But what would she think…

It was hard to tell exactly what Y/N was thinking, but sometimes she slipped, like now. Her brows were slightly furrowed as she righted her posture, and once she was satisfied with it, she kept glancing down at the ground, or at the horse’s ears. Y/N pet his soft neck, then slowly reached up to scratch between his ears. She jerked her hand back as her horse shook his head and made an annoyed sound.

“He didn’t like that,” Daenerys laughed, and it was adorable how Y/N gently laughed, too. She was usually so subdued, so quiet, so … what Daenerys used to be.

“But his ears are so cute,” Y/N went back to petting his neck, which he much preferred. “Doesn’t it make you think of a cat.”

“No, not at all.”

“Not even a little? There were some strays I’d feed at the temple. Their ears would twitch when I came by. They could smell the food in my pockets.”

Sometimes Y/N would speak of the temple she grew up in, or the other Free Cities she had travelled to, the friends she had known. Perhaps if she showed this side to the others, they would trust her more, but Daenerys was happy to have it to herself.

The grass thinned and made way for rocky hills and in the distance, orange and yellow canyons. The sun was beginning its descent, and soon the sky would match those oranges and yellows. Y/N stopped her horse.

“We can walk from here. Do you hear him?”

Daenerys stopped her own horse and listened. There was the slightest breeze, some distant bird calling, the sound of her horse’s nicker and …

She shook her head. “If he’s close, we would have heard him by now.”

Y/N dismounted with some inelegance, but she fixed her clothes and just smiled. “Maybe you will when we get closer.”

They tied the horses to one of the few trees in the dry area, and Daenerys followed Y/N’s lead.

It could be a trap. She could have men waiting there, or there could have been someone following us …

The thought was fleeting, and Daenerys fell in beside her. They both changed to more practical clothing, but Y/N still had a shimmering red cloak tied around her shoulders. As they walked, Daenerys began to hear something strange. It was faint, but as they came closer…

“Water?” She looked at Y/N.

Y/N’s sweet lips curled upward. She often smelled of smoke and spice, and Daenerys wondered if she tasted that way, too.

They came to the edge of a small canyon, which could be better described as a deep ravine. Water glistened at the bottom of it, and more importantly, the deep green scales of her dear Rhaegal. He lifted his wings high and water spilled on his back.

“What is he doing?” Daenerys asked, but she was answered just a moment later. Water spewed up from the ground in a huge geyser, all at once, and Rhaegal happily opened his mouth and snapped at it. The water fell in thick droplets all around the dragon, the ravine and the two of them.

Y/N pulled her red hood over her head. Daenerys wiped her brow. “You didn’t tell me to pack a hood.”

“Apologies, khaleesi.” Y/N giggled. She peered downward. “If we’re steady, we can walk down to him.”

Rhaegal’s long tail lazily swung back and forth in the water. He was resting, and it only submerged his arms and legs, but he was content. Daenerys noticed all the charred bones scattered around the ravine. She wondered how much was in the water. Her feet found stability, and she carefully followed a natural, steadying path downward. Y/N was just ahead, although she wasn’t as confident in her descent.

They came to a small landing and had to stop there. The rest of the way was simply too steep. Rhaegal seemed to just notice them then, and Daenerys’ heart swelled as her child lifted his head and gazed at her with his sharp eyes. They weren’t merely brown, but bronze, with all the steadiness and strength that metal held. She touched his nose and muzzle, marvelling at how much he had grown.

His eyes quickly flashed toward Y/N, and Daenerys felt his growl vibrate underneath her hand. She frowned and quickly said, “No.”

She remembered Y/N’s first encounter with Drogon. That was also the day she had taken the strange, beautiful priestess into her court.

Just like with Drogon, Y/N showed no fear. She stepped forward, but she didn’t make an attempt to touch the dragon. She lowered her hood, and Rhaegal’s long, black pupil tightened.

Daenerys felt the heat of his breath as he snorted through his nose. She tensed, forcing herself to stay calm as she repeated her order. “No.”

The geyser blew again, and Daenerys didn’t flinch. Rhaegal watched it rise in the air, then pulled away from his mother to open his jaws at the water again. His black teeth glittered in the setting sun.

Daenerys looked to Y/N. The priestess was so calm and steady, so unaffected … except Dany caught how her shoulders sagged in relief.

“He isn’t like Drogon,” Daenerys said, remembering that day. “He wouldn’t have hurt you.”

Y/N replied simply. “Drogon did not hurt me.”

Had you been any other woman, he would have killed you. Except ...

It took days for the servants to remove the char marks on the marble, and some of the melted pillars were still being repaired. Daenerys was half tempted to leave them like that, as a warning to any potential enemies, but it was unsettling to think it may have been Y/N that was burned away.

Except, she didn’t. Her red robes and long hair did, but her necklace and body remained unharmed. Daenerys and her court watched as the fire arced around her, singing away everything but skin and metal, and that ruby she never removed. Y/N looked Drogon straight in the eyes, even as they were obscured by his fire.

His temper always was the worst. She had done nothing but approach Daenerys too quickly. Jorah was the one who pulled her back behind one of the pillars, and Daenerys remembered how the heat licked her arms as it tried to reach around the marble. Daario had pulled Missandei to cover behind the other pillar.

Drogon almost never came to the palace, he always wanted to be in the sky, yet he came down on that day. And when the fire cleared and the floor was charred black except for a small circle … He stood back, and Y/N still looked at him. She only trembled slightly.

She isn’t any other woman.

The geyser blew again, and rained down upon them. The water’s heat didn’t bother her, but all the dust from the ride was stuck to her skin, and the water didn’t clean it off. She had dust in her hair, too, and probably some stray pieces of grass.

She smiled. It had been some time since she was properly dirty after a ride, and she looked forward to a perfumed bath and brushing her hair when she got back. Daenerys glanced to Y/N, who was occupied with watching Rhaegal. She also had dirt on her cheeks and neck, and some in her hair, and maybe if she wanted a bath afterward, too…

Daenerys reached forward and tried to rub some of the dirt off her cheeks. It didn’t work, but Y/N’s pretty eyes went wide. She didn’t pull away. “Khaleesi?”

Daenerys stepped forward, gently moving her palm so she had Y/N’s whole cheek. Just as she thought - as she dreamed? - the priestess’ skin was flushed and warmer than anyone she’d touched before.

“You can say my name,” Daenerys said. She tried to tease, but her beating heart and their closeness made her breath catch. She thought Y/N was wearing color on her lips, but perhaps they just always looked like that?

“Daenerys.” Y/N tried it out, and the dragon queen felt like a girl again, feeling her heart soar at hearing her name on those lips. She leaned in, bringing Y/N closer to her. Their foreheads brushed, and the warmth between them turned to heat.

A piercing roar broke through the sky, and cut straight between them. Daenerys recognized the sound at once, and it distracted her as Y/N jumped away. The woman’s cheeks were as red as her cloak.

Above them, Viserion broke through the clouds and bellowed down at his brother. The first cry was for Daenerys, and the second was probably a command for Rhaegal to move aside. The green dragon made room for his brother, and the water reached the top of the ravine as Viserion splashed straight into it. Y/N pulled Daenerys back before the muddy water could splash all over them.

Daenerys was far too overheated and flustered, and the sight of her children amusing themselves only gave her a little relief. At least Rhaegal was alright.

Y/N had pulled her hood back down, and it was a shame. At least her lips were still visible through the shadow, although looking wasn’t as good as tasting.

“We’ve been gone for a long time. Let’s ride back.” Daenerys led the way out of the ravine. Y/N said nothing until they were back to the horses, who were understandably spooked from the dragon that flew overhead not fifteen minutes ago. Y/N held her horse’s reins and tried to soothe it, and Daenerys helped, touching the priestess’ hands perhaps more than was needed.

Y/N didn’t pull away, and that gave Daenerys the courage to kiss her cheek. The soft dyed linen brushed her own cheek, and she caught a whiff of perfume.

The priestess giggled, and it was a better relief than the breeze that was slowly blowing across the hills. “Please, Daenerys. I’m covered in dust.”

“I am, too. Let’s wash up when we ride back - together?”

She caught Y/N’s bright eyes under the hood, and they sparkled as she blushed and tugged the hood further down. “Yes, that would be lovely.”

So it was decided. By the time they reached the gates of Meereen and entered the Great Pyramid, Y/N had dropped her hood and her easy, serene face had returned. She disregarded the suspicious looks, she gave an easy nod to Missandei, who returned a tentative smile. As far as anyone knew, Y/N’s mind was wrapped in her usual visions and prayers.

Until Daenerys brushed her dirty hair aside and smiled at her, then Y/N’s cheeks blushed and her eyes widened in that adorable way. She let the khaleesi take her hand, entwine their fingers, and guide her to the great baths. Y/N’s red cloak fluttered behind her, drawing attention to them. Some Unsullied guards probably saw, and surely others, but Daenerys didn’t care.

She’s like fire, and I am a dragon - how could she bring any harm to me?

#Daenerys Targaryen x reader #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones imagine #libra fics

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uhhhhyandere · 5 years ago

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I love, love, love you ❤️ I was hoping I could request where the main character begs for Yandere Light to let her get a doggo bc she’s so lonely since he made her quit a job. Like full on having a full ass fit. I’m talking full blown brat shit. Just how he would react and what she would have to do to convince him if you catch that drift 😏😉

yeah, i know what i said in my last post. whatever. never believe anything that comes out of my stupid mouth i am the single biggest sob in the universe.

um… i took this in a… direction to say the least. someone has to stop me from riding suck n’ ride smut bc… it always goes like this.

next light smut there is going to be ass-eating or i swear to god my name isn’t kerry literally all im thinking about is giving him a rimjob. really. this is where we are at folks.

warnings: smut, face fucking (oops), dick sucking, sex, rough sex. he not happy boi

word count: 3.5k

All you did was watch dog videos anymore. Of course, you watched them because you literally had little else to do during the day, but you just… happened to be more open about it when Light came through the door. Did it have anything to do with the fact you’ve been thinking about getting a furry friend to keep you company from the silence of an empty house and the dark recesses of your mind?

No, of course not. It had nothing at all to do with it, and it certainly had nothing to do with the fact that if you ask him directly, he would say no before any more words could breach the air. You would have to be creative, because when Light said “no,” there was no more argument, and you wanted this argument.

“A Pug. Wow. Beautiful.”

“Look, it’s a—it’s a Corgi. Oh my—wow. That’s amazing.”

You’d play around with different sizes.

“This Mastiff? This gentle giant? Can do nothing wrong.”

“This Bichon matches with the snow!”

And you’d talk about listings you just happened to see online from the local shelters.

“This one—wow. All of her shots. She looks so nice. Oh, and potty trained! What a girl. Damn.”

“He’s sitting down—oh a paw. I see a paw. Can he do the other paw? Oh, yes he can. Also has all his shots. Wonderful.”

Considering the man you lived with, you were pretty positive that he figured out your intentions day one or day two max. It’s been about a week since you’ve been… outgoing in your interest. At this point, it was a game as to who would break first. You bet he was waiting for you to get annoyed with his ignoring of anything you said related to the subject with how blatant he was with shirking you off, forcing you to simply ask.

You weren’t going to make it so easy on him. Though he happened to be the king of hiding his emotions, you knew you had to be getting to him. Light would never admit it, and he would certainly never show it. He wanted to keep that satisfaction as far away from you as possible.

So, you turned up the heat.

Before, you would break off the dog topic after a time, wanting to etch it in your daily schedule only bits at a time. Now? It’s the only thing you talk about, no matter the actual subject at hand.

“There’s another event we have to—.”

“The animal shelter is having an event in the park next week for adoptions.”

“I’m going to have to go for groceries soon.”

“Look at this weenie dog dressed in a weenie costume.”

“I—.”

“Doggo cute.”

It was only a matter of time until—.

“This French Bulldog is—.”

“Y/N.” His voice was clear, demanding. Even after all this time, like a teacher scolding elementary students, it immediately brought you to silence. You sat on your shared bed, legs crossed, as he leered down at you from the bathroom. “I would say it was cute at first, but you know it’s a waste of time to try asking anything indirectly. As if I would succumb to your manipulation, but I let you carry on. You would get bored. You would stop and think and realize that it was pointless to keep it up, but you persisted. I thought to myself maybe you were just trying to see if I would crack and give you the satisfaction of indulging in your antics, and I was right.

“It begs the question. Why didn’t you just ask directly? Easy. Because I would say no, and you would be correct. To allow something else besides me your devotion? Not likely. But what? Did you think showing me videos of Shibu Inus and Pomeranians would make me want one first? You have the logic of a six-year-old, Y/N,” Light began to unbutton his shirt, “Did you honestly think it would work? Or did you simply want to get a rise out of me?” He removed the shirt entirely, then lifted his undershirt over his head just as easily. Light tossed the fabric into the hamper, leaving a pale, lithe abdomen on display. He turned to fully face you and took two easy steps forward. “Why would you want one in the first place? Have I not given my fiancée enough attention recently? Is this your way of getting back at me, hm?”

You were almost at an even height to his belt buckle, but you did your best to ignore that as his eyes demanded attention upwards. His gaze was near malicious, but not quite so. Ah. Lascivious. That’s what they were. You swallowed the knot out of your throat.

“Y-you wish.”

“Your hesitation is very resounding. Then, if you’re so sure, indulge me. Don’t tell me you wanted a distraction from your loving husband-to-be. I know you didn’t want something else to focus on besides me when I’m away at work, so tell me. Tell me why you desired a filthy, shedding ball of fur. Your answer may earn you some mercy.”

You unfolded your legs from underneath you as your foot began to numb under the weight of your leg. Your hands glided back and forth on your thighs. Was there a point in lying? No, scratch that. Was there a point in lying to someone who already knew the truth? Well, his own truth that Light would undoubtedly make yours. There was little purpose in making it worse on yourself.

“No, you’re—uh—right.” Light set his hands on his hips.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’m just… lonely when you’re at work. So… yeah.” You risked a peek upwards. Oh, geez the smirk on that fucker. “I’m sorry.” His arms rose from his hips to cross over his chest.

“For?”

“Huh?”

“What are you sorry for? Annoying me for days with your drivel? Wanting a mutt? Lying?” You furrowed your brows. “Oh, that one confused you, hm? Alright, well, if you won’t admit it, I can do it for you. Lonely-“ he scoffed- “You can’t be serious. Such a blatant lie from your lips. The second time you are insulting my intelligence. I’ll ask one more time. Where does your motivation lie?”

“I’m not lying!” You hissed, jumping off the mattress to stand. “What—just what am I supposed to do all day cooped up in this place like a goddamned prisoner? Clean? The place is clean. Cook? As if you’d even let me try. Watch TV? My brain is rotting. You don’t even let me help kids with math anymore online. Just what am I to do? Next thing I may just throw myself out the window—,” Hands gripped your shoulders, causing a slight pain at the intensity.

“You think I’d let you? I expect you to stay here and be good and thankful that you are where you are. I, just as much as you, know—knew women who died to be in your shoes, and you’re ungrateful to be alive and safe? You want more?” You tried to shrug out of his grip, and he allowed you to take the steps away from him.

“I’m asking to be a human being, for fuck’s sake! I’m going to sit here and go crazy. Isn’t it enough that I don’t fuck with the rules anymore? I’m quiet. I don’t say anything. I put every façade you ask me to. All I want is something for me! Something to distract me from literally going insane here! To distract me from everything.”

Light’s eyes sometimes spoke more truth than his mouth ever could. Right about now, the browns were all-consuming, aflame with ire, but his lips were upturned in a challenge.

“A distraction. Caught in a lie, Y/N. Bad form, even for you. After all this time, you still can’t face reality, dearest. I knew you’ve been pitting your mind in some gutter you call the truth. Makes this all easier to accept, but to go to the physical extent? I won’t allow it, and you won’t be able to recess your mind for long, so enjoy that pleasure while you can.” He paused, countenance recessing to something more composed. “You love me, don’t you, Y/N?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation, no lie in that affirmation. It was the easiest of his questions to answer. “I love you.” Light inhaled deeply, chest flexing with the exhale.

“With love comes compromise, correct?” You responded with a glare. His tone was all too insinuating. “So, let’s compromise, yes? I hate arguing with you.” He reached an arm out, hand open. Your eyes glanced between the extended limb and his eyes before cautiously taking it. His hand squeezed and pulled you in tight. Light twisted and adjusted you so when he fell onto the bed, you landed comfortably on his lap. Releasing your hand, he brought his own up to gingerly glide his fingers across your cheek, a trail of bumps in its wake as it curled into your locks. Almost like a lover. Almost.

His fingers seized the strands and pulled, forcing your head back and opening your neck for his mouth to latch. “Then compromise, dearest. Prove to me what you think you deserve.” He spoke against your skin, open-mouth kisses with a hint of teeth between his words. “And I’ll make judgement.” His hand let go of your hair and traced to the back of your skull to slant your lips onto his impatient ones. The other wrapped itself to pull your body closer until he pushed you off with an unexpected force, almost knocking you to the ground.

From the unbalanced position, you watched him adjust his position to lie in the center of the bed, head angled to watch you from the pillows with both his hands as another cushion for his crown. Light smirked, watching you stand straight. “Well, go on. Compromise.”

Light was never on the bottom. It was non-negotiable. Being anything else was utterly unacceptable for a god. This situation, despite the physical placement of both bodies, was no different. You may be the one crawling on top of him, fiddling with his belt buckle, but he had every bit of this situation in his control. Under his watchful gaze, you removed the strip of leather and threw it across the room.

“You’re going to have to help me here,” you muttered after undoing the fly. Wordlessly, he obliged, allowing you to slip the trousers off of his person. You glanced at his feet. Thank god he took his shoes off already, so he only lied in his boxers.

No, you would never be accustomed to this.

“You always look like it’s your first time,” he remarked. “As if you haven’t seen my cock before. From my recollection, you should be quite familiar with it by now.” You inhaled sharply. “Unless you don’t want to compro—.”

“Shut up,” you hissed, crawling to straddle his legs. “Just be quiet,” you said more quietly. You reached out to rub the only half-erect cock through the fabric. Only small groans were elicited above you. Light was not a noisy one, to say the least. It took your first, painful, terrible experience of deep-throating to even get him to moan fully.

“Do you think teasing is going to get you anywhere?” His voice is always composed during sex, and it really was alarming because… you really couldn’t relate. You glowered, fingers digging under the waistband and pulling. He helped again, lifting so you can get the fabric off. “If you think you’re doing anything fully clothed, I should take a cold shower.”

You made quick work of taking the layers of comfort clothes you had on, off. “You really know how to put on a show,” he deadpanned.

“Shut. Up.” You returned to your position, seeing his cock now fully erect from your previous work. You were sure you were wet, but you ignored it as best you could. You had a feeling you would not be serviced tonight. Before you can even lean down, he spoke again.

“Beg for it. Beg for the honor of sucking my cock. Convince me you deserve it if you believe you are so entitled.” There was not a single physical restriction to keep you from taking it into your mouth, but his words were powerful enough to keep you still. Light was daring you to try and misbehave, and you really couldn’t help the physical reaction his words always do to you.

“Please—,”

“Pathetic. I can have any girl in my bed. I can stick my cock in any person interested, and here you are, an ungrateful brat who wants more. You’re making quite an unremarkable argument for yourself. Perhaps I will take away—.”

“Please, Light. Allow me the honor of sucking your cock, of you fucking my throat. I want the privilege of swallowing your seed. Fuck—please. I’ll do anything.” You leaned down close, but not touching anything. You only lifted your eyes up to his. “Please. I know I’ve been bad. Please, let me make up for it.”

Your words in bed were always forced. He knew you hated dirty talk as much as you did, therefore he always made you speak, always made you confess how much you craved him, wanted him, and whenever you spoke it was hardly ever in lies. Your embarrassment was too prominent in your body language to tell him otherwise.

“Go on, then. Show me.” You licked up his length first, then around the head and back down. “Teasing will get you nowhere,” he repeated. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and took him in, inch by inch. Light was incredibly average despite his ego. It wasn’t impossible to fit the entire length into your mouth with slow adjustment, but that didn’t mean it was fun. You would continue to work his length, getting more and less intense with your pressure and the speed your head bobbed. Still, there was little reaction from him, not there really never was any mind the grunts you could make out. Your inclinations to keep going, and you did until you pulled back.

“How’s—,” His hand was at the back of your head immediately, forcing your head back down, pushing his cock down your throat, pushing until you could feel his balls against your chin. No hair. He was pristine down there. You convulsed, gagged, choked, but he did not release his grip. Hand keeping its hold, he dragged your head up just a hair enough to thrust upwards. Water began to pool at the waterline of your eyes. You had to relax your throat, or this was going to be just worse.

But it was hard, so hard at the pace he was thrusting at. You squeezed your eyes shut and took it the best you can. Listening to his quiet grunts and groans, you forced your lips to continue covering your teeth, but you could not force your throat to loosen. Drool pooled at both sides of your mouth, carelessly falling into both him and the sheets along with the liquid of your tears.

“Your throat is so fucking tight. That’s it. Choke on my cock. This is what your dirty mouth deserves.” Your limited experience could be to blame for its restricting. That, or the selfishness of the man whose grip on your hair tightened even more right before he allowed you to breathe once more.

And breath you did. Gasping, reeling for air as drool continued to leak down. From beneath your hair, you looked at Light, his eyes wild and alive with lust. Small heaves from his smiling mouth mixed with your wet and heavy ones. “Do you think you deserved that, dearest?” You finally wiped your mouth and shook the spit from your arm. “You’re lucky I am so generous. Come. For doing such a decent job.” His hands patted his hips. Swollen eyes met his. “Ride me, before I change my mind and fuck you into the mattress.”

Regaining some semblance of control, you moved to straddle his length. “Oh, your pussy is glistening. Did me fucking your throat really do that much to you? You loved to be controlled, don’t you?” You did not answer, shaky hands guiding his cock so you can sink onto it. You groaned at the feeling. “Tell me how good it makes you feel. How only I can make you feel like this.” You bit your lip, sinking down another inch or so.

“God, Light. Your cock feels so good. Only yours can make me feel like this. No one—no man, no woman, no person—can make me feel anything—like—this—fuck!” You sunk down to the hilt before you lifted yourself again, easing yourself up and down his length. “It’s so good—so good.” Light allowed you more time but decided your gentle pace was not enough to soothe him. He roughly grabbed you and flipped your positions.

“Too slow, Y/N. What did I say about teasing?” He brought his hips back and then snapped them into yours. You screamed, and you wondered if the neighbors would call again, but his pace did not relent.

“Light—please. It’s too—too much! It’s too fast. I can’t…” He smiled, a wicked grin over you.

“And you won’t. Don’t you dare think about cumming. I decided you don’t deserve it. This is your compromise. You get to live, marry, and get fucked by me, and only by me, and I will only have eyes for you. You’ll never feel like you need a… distraction again.” You clenched your teeth and pushed your head farther into the pillows. “I feel you clenching onto me. Don’t you dare think about disobeying me.” His thrusts were even, balanced.

“Please, please, please let me cum. It feels too good. You feel too good. I’ll do anything.”

“Then don’t cum.” You threw your hands back and gripped the headboard, feeling it rock in rhythm to his thrusts. They were beginning to become, sloppy, wild, he was close while you were holding back for dear life. “Y/N. You are mine and mine alone. Your body. Your actions. Your mind. I am the only thing you are allowed to think about.” With one final push, his seed released, filling and coating your insides. He rode it out, making sure every drop stayed. He hated to have to wash the sheets after, though your drool stains remained.

Pulling out, he retreated and stood, ignoring your writing, unfulfilled form. “Come. You aren’t going to sleep like—get those hands away from there. Let’s get you clean before you ruin the sheets even more.” Like before, he extended his hand to your heaving form. “Alright, alright, I’ll take care of you, but you need to get cleaned up first.” An unstable hand fit into his own. His gently pulled you to stand and allowed you to lean your weight onto his.

Hot water cascaded down your body. Though Light effortlessly scrubbed washed his hair, you could not bring yourself to match his speed, and by the time he was already done, you hadn’t even washed your body yet. You heard an incomprehensible mutter amidst the running water as he left you alone. He was washing his face as you finally emerged, wrapped in your towel. No romance tonight, you figured. Not that it was any different than any other night. You followed, brushing your teeth, washing your face, and taking your pills while he huddled in bed.

You could only dream of romance anymore. Getting your pajamas on, you approached the empty side of the bed. Before you could get on, Light shifted, opening his arms and staring at you expectantly. You froze. Did… did he want…? “Well, come on.” Ah. Was this supposed to be the ‘I’ll take care of you,’ he mentioned earlier? You supposed he would never wash you in the shower, so this would have to be it. You swallowed and fell into them, feeling his arm wrap you close to him so you lied nearly on your stomach, face buried in the crook between his neck and shoulders. His arm lied around your neck, the other near your elbow on the arm that sprawled on his chest. Oh, hello? What is this?

Ah. This is the quote-on-quote, attention he promised as a fiancé. His eyes remained closed as you stared. How forced was this? You wondered if he hated it, if he saw it was succumbing to your wishes, but it was unlikely. Perhaps it was him showing the physical love outside of sex that you lacked thinking it would keep you from having another outburst as you did before. Him keeping his side of the compromise so you would keep yours.

You allowed yourself to close your eyes before you thought too hard about his actions. The more you thought about it, the more—and less—real it all became, but if he was offering more conventional couple things: cuddling, dates, attention, you would not pose another argument.

“So, no dog?” you whispered.

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ophelia 03

heartbroken too many times, your naive mind tends to fall in love too easily. after kim taehyung enters into your life, you’re smitten by the handsome man only for this romance to come to an end… or so it seems.

prologue 01 02 03 (discontinued) member: kim taehyung (ft park jimin) pairing: fuckboy!kth x reader genre: angst, smut, hurt/comfort(?) warnings: smut aka rough fucking, fingering hehe, squirting, swearing words: 6.3k a/n: wowow after this part i realized that i suck at writing smut lol. there prob won't be any more smut scenes after this bc i’m really not cut out for writing it haha. but, i hope you guys enjoy this part! (bc this part is kinda cute) i’ve been dumped with a lot of online hw from my now online classes so i haven’t been able to fully focus my attention on writing this series rip.

Before you realize it, the first day of spring break hits. Yet, you’re found laying on your bed alone, starting a new Netflix series and bored to death.

It’s the afternoon before you hear a knock at your door, startling you to sit up properly on your bed. “Y/n, do you really plan on spending your spring break as a hermit?” Namjoon asks, swinging your door open as he leans against the door frame with his arms crossed. Giving your brother doe eyes, you nod before hearing him sigh. “Get ready, we’re heading out in 15 minutes to Jimin’s pool party, so dress accordingly.” Kicking himself off the door frame, Namjoon turns around to leave before facing his head back to you. “And pack some extra clothes, Jimin invited us for a movie night so we’ll most likely just sleep over there.” You watch your brother leave before you hop off your bed to walk over to your closet.

“A pool party, huh? I’ve never really been to one of those now that I think about it.” You mutter to yourself before searching for whatever you could identify as a swimsuit. Sighing, you sink to the floor, unable to find where you last put your swimming suit. “I guess it’s a no go for swimming today.” A bit disappointed, you remember Namjoon’s words before getting up to pack some extra clothes, preparing your things before changing into a comfortable sundress, Heading out to your living room, you meet an impatient Namjoon, who’s already in his swim trunks before you’re both leaving the house with one another.

The car ride leading up to the pool party, you’re anxiously wondering how Jimin will act around you this time. “I’ll just avoid him.” You think to yourself before finally arriving at the entrance of the familiar mansion. Hiding behind Namjoon, the door swings wide open but to your surprise, you’re greeted by Taehyung. You notice him only in his trunks, a towel slung around his neck as droplets of water are still on his body, indicating that he must have recently been in the pool.

“Shit, is that the Taehyung?” Namjoon laughs before going in for a hug. Raising a brow at their interaction, you do your best to avoid Taehyung’s gaze. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“Yea, I’ve actually been quite busy lately,” Taehyung replies, stepping aside for you two to walk into the structure. Unable to avoid him, you give him a slight smile before passing him, making your way inside as he stands behind you.

“How many people are here already?” Namjoon asks from the front before looking back at Taehyung to which he shrugs.

“Too many to count, there are probably more coming later too.” Taehyung remarks before you all continue to walk along. Making your way over to the backyard, you’re caught in between the two taller men who have the need to tease you for your shorter stature. Before you can walk onto the patio, you feel a grasp at your wrist before being pulled aside and dragged into the back kitchen. “I didn’t think you’d be the type to party, love,” Taehyung smirks before letting go of you.

“Why do you think that?” You question while folding your arms.

“Oh, I don’t know, you like to talk about literature and your nose is always stuck inside of a book.” He grins, knowing that his statement annoyed you as you rolled your eyes.

“I know how to have fun, Taehyung.” You state before eyeing a pitcher, which seemed to be full of red fruit juice. “Want a drink?” Brushing past Taehyung, you head over to the pitcher before pouring the beverage halfway full into the red solo cup. Taehyung makes his way to stand beside you before you feel his arm drape onto your shoulders.

“Do you even know what’s in that?” He quirks a brow. Turning your attention from Taehyung to the cup, you sniff the drink before looking back to the fellow, handing him it.

“It seems like fruit punch to me.” You smile before he takes a deep breath, soon after taking a sip from the red solo cup. You then watch him easily down the drink before he hands you back the empty cup.

“Fruit punch it is.” He smirks before you happily begin to pour yourself a cup. Turning to face Taehyung, who is leaning upon the counter, you begin to drink the red beverage before realizing the sour and odd taste. Furrowing your brow at the taste, you clear your throat before setting the cup onto the counter. “Delicious, love?” You glare at him before sighing.

“You could have at least told me there’s alcohol in it!” You exclaim before he breaks out into a laugh. He was obviously toying with you to make you mad. Your frown turns into a pout as you’re slightly disappointed with how you broke your “no alcohol” rule (something you made up whenever you decided to attend parties). To your surprise, Taehyung lifts off from the counter before caging you in, both of his arms surrounding you as you’re forced to look straight at the man. He’s smug before taking the cup out of your hand, downing your drink before setting it atop the counter.

“Happy now?” He tilts his head before grinning to you. You feel him slowly closing in, and in a panic, you press a finger over his lips to stop him. You’re not sure as to why you decide to do this, but you’re found tracing his bottom lip with your thumb in silence. His eyes are alluring, gazing upon yours before you gently place your hands to both sides of his face, pulling him closer as his lips hover above yours.

“I told you Taehyung, you’re not getting to me that easily.” You smirk before turning your head to kiss his cheek instead. He exhales a laugh through his nose before you’re breaking through his barrier. Walking away, you look over your shoulder to see Taehyung astonished at your gesture. Making your way back to the patio, your heart’s beating quite a bit as you try to calm yourself down. So I guess I’ll have to avoid two boys today. Your train of thought is broken before someone bumps into you, ignoring your presence before they go on their very own way. Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you decide to ignore them as well, turning your head to the wide view of the backyard in hopes to spot someone you know among the spread of random people. You happen to spot Jimin sitting in the pool along with Aiki in his arms as they’re conversing with a few other people, seemingly enjoying each other’s company. The more you’re thinking about it, you can’t help but feel frustrated as to why Jimin had kissed you the other day, knowing that he had a girlfriend. Yet, you’re watching from afar as they’re accompanying one another, not a worry in the world.

Your frustration gets to you when Jimin quickly meets your eyes, his smile fading a bit before he turns away briefly to talk back to Aika. Huffing, you turn around, pushing through the crowd of drunkards before making your way back into the large house. Wandering aimlessly around the house, a red solo cup in your hand (one you randomly pick up from the counter in the kitchen), you begin to sway in your steps. Mainly focusing on the bass coming from the rather loud music, you take another sip of your drink before feeling a hand placed at the small of your back. “What’s a pretty lady like you doing alone at a party like this?”

His voice too familiar, you turn to face the man, your eyes widening to see who it is. Chance. You’re both taken aback as his hand drops from your lower back. Here, standing beside you, was your previous boyfriend. Clearing his throat at the awkward silence, he looks at you with a smile. “Y/n, how have you been?”

Feeling a rush of emotions, you part your lips to speak but the only word you’re able to say is his name. Sighing, he firmly grabs the side of your arm before bending down to meet your eyes. “You’re not still mad at me, are you Y/n?” He’s tilting his head, the same cunning smile he would use to win you over was emitting from his lips, disgusting you as your heart becomes heavy. He hasn’t changed one bit. Removing his hands from you, he turns away before scratching his head. You’re unable to avoid observing your previous boyfriend, noting the new tattoo designs permanently located on his arm before you’re furrowing your brows at a coverup.

“So you got it covered up, huh?” You mutter before he raises a brow, turning his attention back onto you.

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” he smiles before closing in on you, “what did you say?” Unable to control your expression, you scoff out of annoyance before downing your drink.

“I said leave me alone.” You’re speaking a bit louder than what you’d like, turning the heads of a few before Chance rolls his eyes, taking a step away from you.

“You’re still the boring old you, Y/n.” He retorts before cocking a brow at your current state. “I’ll leave you alone, but don’t expect me to open my arms back up to you willingly.” His firm smile scares you, and with that, your ex is out of your sight. Brushing your fingers messily through your hair, the alcohol hits as you find tears rolling down your cheeks. Uncontrollably.

Ashamed, you decide to leave the crowded room in a panic, turning the corner to see Taehyung fully dressed in sweats. You also spot him flirting with another girl, or so it seemed. He’s twirling her hair with his index finger, laughing lightheartedly with her before he glances over to you from afar. His smile drops before he stands up from the couch, ignoring said girl. Exhaling a laugh in disbelief, you wipe away at the wetness on your cheek before turning your back to Taehyung, walking away from the area to the corridor. Looking over your shoulder, you spot him following from behind, a worried look on his face before you’re opening a random door. To your luck, you’re met with a rather large bathroom and surprisingly, it's empty. Scrambling inside, you shut the door behind you before locking it. Your legs giving away, you’re brought to the floor, curling into your knees before burying your head in your arms as you let the tears fall. “I’m really pathetic.”

“Y/n, are you alright?” A voice, his voice, comes from outside the door, startling you a bit as you’re rushing to wipe away your tears.

“Go away, Taehyung.” You yell, a bit too loud now that you’re head begins to hurt. You’re unsure if its due to all the crying or the alcohol, but a migraine is slowly making its way into hurting you as well.

“Come on, Y/n,” his voice is calm and soothing despite the overbearing music playing in the background, “let’s talk, please?” Sighing, you lift your head off of your knees before weakly standing up. Placing your hand on the door handle, you pause before letting out a deep breath. Wiping any excess tears left on your face, you finally creak the door open a bit to see Taehyung standing in front of you. You’re unable to read his facial expression, but he places a hand on the door before opening his mouth to speak, “Can I come in?” Biting your bottom lip, you nod before stepping away from the door as Taehyung makes his way inside, kicking the door close before locking it. His hands are digging in his pockets as you’re exchanging silent glances at one another.

“Look, I appreciate it if you’re worried about me but I’m doing fine.” Managing to speak up, you can’t help but still feel awkward in his presence. Cora was right, Taehyung is intimidating.

“Fine? Then what were those tears about?” Furrowing his brows, he steps closer to you. “It’s not... because of me, is it?”

“No- it’s not because of you Taehyung.” Rubbing your arm, you look away from him for a moment. “I’m just not feeling well.” You lie. What were you supposed to tell him? That after being humiliated by your ex, you walked around to look for Taehyung for comfort but got mad after finding him with another woman? Sighing at the complicated thought, you briefly look back to the puzzled fellow before clearing your throat. “I’m going to go home now, I’ve had enough of this party.” You’re walking over to the door before his arm stops you, turning your attention back to Taehyung.

“When are you going to stop running away?” His voice grows cold, startling you a bit. Using his arm, he pulls you into his embrace. “Y/n, tell me what’s wrong.” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you can feel a rise of emotions coming as your eyes become watery. As the migraine finally gets to you, you rest your forehead on his shoulder before wrapping your arms around his frame.

“I’m just tired.” You lie once again. Coward. Feeling his chest rise, he exhales deeply before rubbing your back. Staying in the position for a while, you jump at the loud knock at the door. Looking up, your eyes meet with Taehyung’s before you’re snapping your head at the sound of the knock once more. He pulls away from you, forcing your arms to be removed from him as he goes to open the door. Frowning a bit, you watch as Taehyung converses with another man who’s going on about needing to pee. Signaled by Taehyung, you rush over to him and out into the hall before watching the strange man hurriedly rush into the bathroom. Feeling a hand in yours, you look up to Taehyung who is occupied talking to another man before wincing at the pain in your head. Pursing your lips when his attention is back on you, he smiles warmly.

“Want me to send you home?” His question is assuring to which you nod in response. He leads you through the large house, easily making his way through the entrance and out into the street. It’s dark out, already nightfall, but Taehyung’s presence eases you along with the bright lamp posts lined up along the street. You’re found sitting in the passenger seat of his sleek car, looking out the window before you decide to push down on the button, opening the window slightly. Feeling the cool breeze hit your face, the migraine fades away along with a lot of other negative thoughts on your mind before you turn your head to face Taehyung. He’s focused on driving, giving you enough time to focus your weary eyes on him before he glances over to you, his lips curving into a small smile.

“Taehyung?” You slur before he hums in response. Gulping, you notice his hand resting on the gear stick. On impulse, you snake your hand to his, lifting it off from the gearstick as he allows it. Tracing your fingers over the lines that the veins in his hand made, you intertwine your fingers with his. “Thank you.” You whisper.

“What was that, love?” Unable to hear you due to the open window, Taehyung glances over from his seat to see that you had fallen asleep, a soft smile on your face as your hand stays in his.

Woken up by a soft voice, you’re confused as to where you’re currently at. Your head beginning to spin, you look over to the open door of the car as Taehyung is bent beside you. “Y/n? I’ve brought you home.” Rubbing your eyes, you’re conscious enough to step out of the car, still weak as you stumble before Taehyung catches you. “You live with Namjoon right?” He questions but you’re too focused on your headache. You instinctively walk towards the house before reaching the door, realizing you forgot your keys in your bag, which happened to be in Namjoon’s car. Luckily, due to your clumsy brother, you remember the spare key you had hidden in the pot hanging from above the porch, doing your best to reach for it. Taehyung, amused at your state from behind, decides to help you as he easily reaches for the key above, handing it to you with a smug look on his face.

“Thanks.” You frown before inserting the key into the hole, turning it to swing the door open. “Home, sweet home.” You yell, taking a step into the house before hearing Taehyung loudly clear his throat.

“Forgetting something?”

Pursing your lips, you turn around to face Taehyung as he’s smiling at you. “Thanks, Taehyung... for everything tonight.” Chuckling softly, he lifts his hand to your face, tucking away the loose hairs behind your ear before licking his lips.

“Goodnight, love.” Making the statement, something about it struck you. Did you really want him to leave? He turns his back to you briefly before walking down the steps, making his way back to the car as you do to your home. Nearly closing the door, you stop before acting on the spur of the moment.

“Wait-” You shout out before exiting the house, running down the steps and towards him as he falters from entering his car. Turning back to face you, he watches you catch your breath.

“What is it, love?” Raising a brow at your gesture, he leans against his car before you’re stepping a bit closer to him.

“Taehyung, I-” you pause before observing his facial expression, “I just wanted to say goodnight as well.” You blurt aloud, unable to truly speak your mind. Stupid. He’s standing in front of you, a sly smile rising from his lips before you tilt your head in confusion. “What’s with the smile?”

“I just thought that you would, I don’t know, confess to me?” He grins, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. Your arms subconsciously wrap around his neck before your face leans closer to his.

“What if I told you I was thinking about it?” Pursing your lips, he scrunches his nose before chuckling.

“Say it then.” His eyes don’t break away from yours, causing your ears to heat up at the moment.

“I like you.” You speak meekly as he tilts his head, quirking a brow.

“What did you say, love? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I said I like you, okay?” You raise your voice before watching his lips turn into a smile. And in an instant, he’s pressing his lips gently against yours. His kissing is different and to your surprise, gentle. Brushing your fingers through his hair, you pull away to breathe as he pecks your lips repeatedly, making you giggle. Lifting you off the ground, Taehyung carries you as you’re holding onto him tightly. He brings you back to the house, letting you down once you’re both inside as you’re holding his hand and guiding him to your room. Turning on your heel, you face the man before he crashes his lips to yours. Shuffling around the room in each other's arms, he pushes you gently onto your bed.

“Strip.” He orders, to which you follow. Removing your loose sundress, it falls to the floor as you’re exposed in your underwear. While kissing you, his free hand wraps around to unclip your bra from behind as he removes it with the other to reveal your breast. Wrapping your legs around his frame, you lay onto the mattress as he’s kissing at your neck. Biting your bottom lip to resist your urge to moan, he glances back up to you before kneading your breast.

“Taehyung.” His name escapes your lips as he’s pulling down your panties, his slender fingers gliding over your wet slit before he pushes his thumb against your clit. Wincing at the touch, you arch your back as he begins to stimulate your clit.

“There you go, love.” He purrs into your ear, nibbling it as your breath grows heavy when you soon feel his tongue playing with your clit. Moaning aloud at his notion, you inhale sharply when he’s inserting his tongue in and out of you, your fingers combing through his hair while he picks up his speed. “Cum for me.” He whispers as you orgasm, clenching your thighs together before you’re bringing his head up to yours to kiss his lips. "You came so quickly, love.” He grins before getting off the bed to remove his sweats. You're eyeing the bulge in his grey sweats before your eyes widen as he pulls out his member. “Turn over.” Complying, you roll onto your stomach before flinching at his cold touch. “Ass up, love.” Gulping, you raise your hips timidly before he’s forcingly helping you by lifting your butt up. Awaiting his dick, you turn around to see him pull out a condom from the wallet he tosses to the ground, ripping off a bit of the wrapper before he puts on the thin condom. Feeling the tip of his cock rubbing at your slit, you whimper when he only inserts the tip.

“Don’t tease me, Taehyung.” You whimper before he presses his body on top of yours.

“Then what do you want, love?” He whispers in your ear.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“What did you say?” He smirks against your neck, nibbling it as you’re licking the corner of your lip.

“Fuck me, Taehyung.” You firmly state to which Taehyung pulls away from your body. His hands gripping to the sides of your hips, he fully inserts into you, making you gasp at his length. Grunting, he’s slowly grinding his hips into you before speeding up. Moaning aloud, you dig your face into the sheets as he begins to pound into you.

“Shit-” He groans before bucking his hips with every thrust, “you’re so tight, Y/n.” His panting echoes throughout your lone room.

“Harder.” You moan aloud before he picks up his speed from behind. Hearing his low grunts, you realize you’re about to reach your high before he’s resting his body atop yours, his hands reaching around to play with your breast as he thrusts harder.

“Fuck, Y/n.” He groans as you’re breathing rather harshly. Digging his face into the back of your bare skin, he thrusts his hips into you before you both climax one after another. Feeling his release inside of you, you lose the strength in your body as you lay flat when Taehyung pulls out of you. Throwing away the condom, Taehyung picks you up before properly laying you down in the bed as he pulls the covers over the both of you. Spooning, you’re in Taehyung’s arms before your eyes are lost in his.

“That was amazing.” You whisper before hearing him chuckle lightly.

“I told you I was good in bed but I remember a certain somebody telling me to basically fuck off.” He states as you roll your eyes, remembering your first encounter with Taehyung.

“Okay, I take my words back.” You slur before he’s running his fingers through your hair. Pressing his lips to your forehead, you’re both laying in silence before falling asleep as the night passes by.

The next day, you wake up due to the reoccurring pain in your head. Rolling around in your bed, you pull up the covers before realizing you’re nude and very much alone. “Taehyung?” Calling out his name, you get no response before you’re feeling anxious. Your eyes barely open, blinded by the strong sunlight coming from behind the blinds, you crawl out of bed before getting up to leave your room. Grabbing your towel on the way out, you leave to walk to the bathroom before feeling the urge to throw up. Rushing to the toilet, you’re cursing to yourself before the toxic liquid is out of your body and into the toilet bowl. Dryly coughing, you wipe away at your mouth before flushing at the toilet and proceeding to take a shower. Taehyung really left? You ponder his disappearance under the steaming hot water, unable to clearly remember the previous night. Making your way to your room right after, you hear the doorbell ring in which you’re wondering who it is. In a rush, you pull out an oversized t-shirt and shorts from your laundry basket of unfolded clothes before wrapping your hair up with a towel. “I’m coming” you groan repeatedly as the doorbell continues to ring annoyingly throughout your home. Swinging the door open, you’re greeted with the familiar boxy smile as he holds up a brown paper bag.

“Good morning, love.” He grins cheekily.

“Taehyung, where’d you go?” You ask, furrowing your brows to which he takes a step into your home, brushing his way past you.

“I went and got breakfast.” You close the door before catching up to Taehyung as he invades your home, making his way into the kitchen before placing the large bag onto the counter. “I bet you’re very hungover, love.” Standing beside him, you anticipate his actions as you’re actually intrigued at the pleasant aroma coming from the bag he’s holding. Frowning at his halt, you look up to Taehyung to see him chuckling.

“Why’d you stop? I’m hungry.” You state before he leans closer to you.

“I just want to make sure I’m not dreaming right now.” He smirks before planting his lips onto yours. Flustered, you freeze in your spot before he pulls away. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you nudge him before yelling at him to continue on what he was previously doing. “Do you have any bowls, love?” Nodding, you walk around Taehyung before opening up a cupboard, taking out two bowls and handing it to him. He splits the brothy content into both bowls before you’re scrunching your nose.

“Pho?”

“Yea, it’s the best for hangovers,” he nods before handing you your bowl, the visible steam rising from the dish, “trust me, love.” He winks, making you blush and turn away to look for utensils. You’re eating your “breakfast” in silence as you’re both stealing glances at one another. Finished, you place the two bowls into the sink before proceeding to clean them.

“Love?” Feeling his breath upon the back of your neck, chills are sent down your spine as he hugs you from behind. Occupied with the dishes, you hum in response, doing your best to not melt in his hold. “Did you really mean it when you said you liked me?”

“I- I don’t know.” You clear your throat before feeling his chin dig into the crook of your neck.

“I like you, Y/n.” Biting your inner cheek at his words, you turn off the faucet before fully turning around to face him. Leaning your back against the sink, Taehyung wraps his arms around your waist.

“Do you really mean that?” You raise a brow as he presses his forehead to yours, nodding.

“Of course I mean it, love.” He whispers before meeting his lips to yours. You bring your hands up to cup his face, tilting your head as he’s passionately kissing you. Swiping his tongue against your lips, you part them, giving him entrance to interact with your tongue. Squeezing your thighs together, you’re startled when the towel, that was previously wrapped around your hair, falls to the ground. Pulling away, breathing rather harshly, you feel Taehyung’s hands reach around to grope your butt. Yelping from the sudden touch, you frown before lightly hitting his chest to which he laughs. He goes in for another kiss, one you’re anticipating, but he stops after hearing the sound of keys jingling.

“Shit, Joon’s back.” You grumble before breaking out of Taehyung’s hold to walk out of the kitchen. Entering the living room, you spot your exhausted brother being supported by his good friend, Jimin.

“Y/n, I’m glad you’re feeling better!” He smiles before helping Namjoon into your home. “Your brother told me how you had to leave early yesterday because you weren’t feeling well. Did something-” Jimin pauses, eyeing the movement behind you, “happen?”

Turning around, you notice Taehyung standing directly behind you before you turn back to face Jimin. “I just wasn’t feeling the best, thank you for your concern though Jimin.” Smiling, your eyes are soon on your brother as he breaks free from Jimin’s grasp before he’s plopping onto the large sofa.

“Y/n? Can you be a dear and please get me something to soothe my alcohol poisoning?” Namjoon groans aloud, his hands on his head before you’re rolling your eyes at him.

“Thank you, Jimin, for looking out for my overdramatic brother.” You laugh before heading over to the cabinet in your kitchen, Taehyung following close behind. Reaching into the upper shelf, you pull out a bottle of Advil before popping two pills into your palm. Turning around, you bump into Taehyung before looking up to see his pout.

“You didn’t tell me you were close to Jimin?” He whispers. Quirking a brow, you walk around him to grab the clean cup on the dish rack before filling it with water.

“We’re not that close,” you scrunch your nose before satisfied with the amount of water filled within the cup, turning to face Taehyung, “Jealous?” You smirk before Taehyung frowns, looking away to avoid your eyes. Chuckling, you walk back to the living room before handing your brother the cup of water and Advil. Turning back to face Jimin at the doorway, you give him a reassuring smile.

“Well, I leave Namjoon in your care, Y/n.” He grins before you make your way over to him. “He might be dead for this whole day though, last night was wild.” Jimin winks before opening his arms. Noticing his anticipated face, you can’t help but laugh lightly before going in for a hug. “Don’t let Taehyung fool you, Y/n.” Surprised when he whispers quietly in your ear, he pulls away before his hand is on the handle of the door, his foot already out of the door.

“I’ll see you later, Y/n.” He smiles before looking past you. “Taehyung.” He nods to the man standing behind you. Confused at their interaction, Jimin smiles back at you before he’s leaving your house. Once he leaves, you spin around to eye Taehyung.

“What was that about?” You tilt your head in confusion, arms crossed. Giving you a soft smile, he pats your head before pecking your lips.

“I have to go, love.” He walks past you and in an instant, he’s out of your house and in his car. Still confused, you watch him leave your driveway before closing the front door, turning around to the unpleasing sight of your brother.

“Joon, just how much did you drink last night?” You sigh before walking up to him, grabbing the blanket kept in your living room to cover half of your brother’s long body. Laughing, you can’t help but capture the moment with your phone before you’re off to clean up whatever mess was made in your bedroom last night.

...

“Taehyung, for the last time, if you’re going to be here, I need peace and quiet please.” You raise your voice to the unbothered fellow sprawled across your bed. It was the last day of spring break and you had just realized you forgot about the reading test you were to take the next day when you return back to school. So, you’re found at your desk while Taehyung had decided to come over to your house and bother you.

“Say, can’t we do something fun for the last day of spring break love?” Taehyung asks, not looking away from the game on his phone. Sighing, you glance over to the lazed man on your bed before focusing back on your book.

“No, I have to finish reading Hamlet otherwise I’m screwed for my literature test tomorrow.”

“But, can’t you just Sparknotes the book? It’s faster and easier.” Taehyung remarks, annoying you as you set your book down to fully face the man.

“I can not just Sparknotes Hamlet, Tae.” You huff before he sits up from the bed. “You have to read the whole book in its text in order to understand and grasp the concepts, love.” Turning back to your book, you hear him chuckle before the bed squeaks, indicating Taehyung’s up on his feet and now standing behind you.

“At least read a bit out loud for me then,” Taehyung whispers in your ear from behind. Gulping, you ignore his request before feeling his breath tickle your skin. “Please, love?” Turning your head to see his puppy eyes, you sigh before looking back at your book.

“Larded all with sweet flowers, Which bewept to the ground did not go with true-love showers.” You read aloud, lifting your book up for Taehyung’s eyes to see.

“How do you do, pretty lady?” Taehyung cuts you off with the next line. Unable to hide your smile, you continue.

“Well, God'ield you! They say the owl was a baker’s daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table.” You speak before feeling Taehyung nibble at your ear. “Your turn, Tae.” You whisper as he groans, moving away from your ear to speak.

“Conceit upon her father.” Taehyung quickly says before continuing his previous action. Rolling your eyes, you focus back on the text, doing your best to avoid his neediness as his arms hug you from behind.

“Pray you, let’s have no words of this, but when they ask you what it means, say you this.” You finish your sentence but you notice his hand snake to your inner thigh, groping it as you’re biting at your bottom lip.

“Keep reading, love.” He whispers in your ear. Nodding, you clear your throat before continuing your words.

“Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day, all in the morning betime. And I a maid at your window, to be your Valentine.” You read aloud before he lifts the band of your shorts, inserting his hand into your pants as his fingers find your clothed clit. Wincing at his pinch, you bite your bottom lip before continuing, “Then up he rose, and donned his clothes, and dupped the chamber door-” Closing your eyes when he’s rubbing circles around your clit, you throw your head back into his chest as he places kisses on your jaw. Your breath grows heavy when he picks up his speed.

“What are you doing, love? I didn’t say you could stop reading.” He says coldly to which you purse your lips. Opening your eyes, you turn to face Taehyung as he’s smug. Frowning, you turn back to the book in your shaky hands before parting your lips to speak.

“Let in the maid that out a maid, never departed more-” Gasping when you feel Taehyung insert a finger into you, you’re gripping the book tightly. He’s placing wet kisses on your neck and sucking away while you throw your head back. “Taehyung.” You moan aloud before feeling him dig his finger deeper into you, hitting your G-spot. Covering your mouth with your other hand, in hopes of covering your loud moans from Namjoon to hear, you subconsciously spread your legs wider as he’s pushing his finger in and out of you.

“Cum for me, baby,” Taehyung speaks in a low tone, speeding up as you reach your climax, squirting through your shorts as he chuckles. “Looks like we have a squirter here.” Your hand falls from your mouth as your now weak, panting rather harshly as he pulls out his fingers from inside of you. Using his other hand, he grabs your chin, turning your head to face him as he kisses your lips. Removing his hand from your chin, Taehyung lifts the book up before clearing his throat loudly.

“Pretty Ophelia.” He grins to which you’re frowning, finally noticing the mess you made. Taking the book out of his hands, you set it aside before standing up weakly from your chair.

“Great, now I have to clean this all up.” You turn back to Taehyung, pouting as he squishes your cheeks together.

“Hey, at least now we know you’re a squirter love.” He smirks before gently pressing his lips to yours. Your ears heat up before you’re removing his hand from your face.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” You blurt before rushing out of your room and into the hall. While hiding in the bathroom, you notice your soaked underwear and shorts, sighing before you grab a dry towel from the small closet. Making it back to your room, you’re furrowing your brow when you see Taehyung back on your bed, playing the same annoying game he was before as if nothing had happened. With his back to you, you use the chance to change out of your soaked clothes and into fresh sweats before cleaning up the wet mess with the dry towel. Amidst your hard work, you hear a slight snore come from the direction of your bed, snapping your head to it when it becomes louder. Chuckling lightly, you walk over to Taehyung once you’re finished cleaning up.

“Looks like we have a snorer here.” You retort quietly before exhaling a laugh through your nose. Bending forward, you kiss his cheek before pulling your bed sheets over him. “Now, back to my assignment.” You sigh quietly, hoping not to wake up Taehyung before taking a seat at your desk. Taking out your Hamlet book, you take a deep breath before continuing off from where you had previously left off.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #388

“i wanna stay inside all day / i want the world to go away / i want blood, guts, and chocolate cake / i wanna be a real fake”

Name three people who you'll never forget: I doubt I'd forget Jason even if, God forbid, I had dementia. That's trauma for ya. I HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHLY doubt I could EVER forget my mom, either. In many different ways, she's literally kept me alive and has done so, so much for me. Then there's also Sara, whose friendship with me matches no one else I've been friends with. Have you ever been told you are fake? No. What was the name of the last pet of yours that died? Teddy, my dog. Do you like pineapple? I do. When was the last time you wished the day would just get over with? I know this sounds seriously depressing, but that's... pretty much every day. My life is just currently such a drag that being awake bores me senseless. But it's funny, because then some nights I stay up late for like... no reason. My existence alone is confusing. Is there any specific number that has any significance to you? No. Do you remember much from high school? I remember a lot from high school. Where would you go for the ultimate honeymoon? Isn't there a black sand beach in Iceland or something? Take me there, man. I'd also love to go to the Bahamas, but ew humidity and also I'm afraid of the Bermuda Triangle lmfao. If you had to get a tattoo tomorrow, what would you get? The big piece I want to get on my left upper arm; it's called "Denialism" by NukeRooster on deviantART. I got her permission forever ago to get it tattooed. Do you have any alarms set? What time and what for? Not currently. Have you ever had to work while there was a film crew at your work place? No. Have you ever supported anyone’s Kickstarter? If so, what was it? No. What do you like in your omelet? Ham pieces and cheese. Have you ever boycotted something? Yes: Chick-fil-A. Homophobic, transphobic pieces of shit aren't getting my business. Has anyone ever borrowed something from you, and not returned it? Yes. Most notably a video game I LOOOOVED as a kid. I was mad salty and still am lmao. Do you vent a lot on social media? God no, not anymore after embarrassing the everliving FUCK out of myself with a suicide note. What was your first bill you started paying on your own? I don't pay any bills bc unemployed. .-. Do you watch ASMR videos? No. What is your favorite charitable cause to donate to or volunteer for? The Trevor Project. Have you ever received a misdiagnosis? Yes. A psychiatrist I had in middle school thought I had ADHD, which was ABSOLUTELY ludicrous. Most recently, my long-time bipolar 2 diagnosis has been questioned, but I do think I have it. I think. Does it bother you when others don’t share the same religious beliefs as you? No? Freedom of religion is a thing. What was your last argument about? Ummmm... I don't remember. Probably something with Mom. Have you found your first gray hairs yet? No. Somehow. You'd think all the stress would have me pure gray by now, lol. What are the names of all the pets you’ve had? Dude, I've had WAY too many for this. What’s the most you’ve ever spent on a cosmetic or skincare product? *shrug* Who was the last person that invited you to go somewhere? Did you accept? Mom invited me to come with her to Nicole's to get out of the house because at the time our A/C was still out. I didn't want to go, even though damn did I suffer, haha. What was the last food item that you toasted, other than bread? That's... a great question. I don't know if I toast anything other than bread. Have you ever named any of your pets after a cartoon character? I remember I had a cat named Taz when I was younger. What was the last thing that someone else recommended, or suggested you try? My TMS doctor is like SUPER friendly and makes the treatment go by so fast (it's exactly 22 minutes and 30 seconds; don't ask why), and recently she was fangirling to Mom and me about the show Once Upon a Time, haha. I saw very little of it with Jason, but Mom did check it out. When was the last time you wore a hat? What kind? I have zero idea. When was the last time you ate a bowl of ice-cream? What flavour? Oh wow, it's been a long time. It was probably vanilla with chocolate syrup? If you menstruate, has your cycle ever synced with anyone close to you? Yes. Tell me something positive about the town or city that you live in. ... You said "positive," right? Did your parents have high expectations for you to excel in school and go to college/university? Yes. They were pretty serious about going to college when my sisters and I were younger, but they opened up to the concept that maybe it wasn't for all of us (coughmecough). Are you a polite person? I genuinely think I am. I definitely try to be. Have you ever been in a relationship where everything with your partner felt natural and effortless? Sigh. Yeah. Have you ever been in a relationship where everything was difficult and rocky? No. That's not the kind I'd stay in very long at all. I mean yes, there are always bumps, but there comes a point where you gotta say fuck nah and find something better. When you were a teenager, did your parents set rules about dating? Other than keeping age gaps in mind, no. Have you ever committed a crime that directly harmed another person? No. Did you grow up in an urban, suburban, or rural area? My childhood home was suburban, but leaned towards rural. We were on the very edge of the town. Which disease do you personally think is the most horrible? After seeing my mother suffer from borderline stage 4 ovarian cancer, I've gotta say cancer. My mother is the strongest person I know and yet she cried so frequently from chemotherapy. It broke my fucking heart. The person I copied the survey from mentioned especially childhood cancers, and I have to agree. Like just... why. "Everything happens for a reason." Bull. Fucking. Shit. Just TRY and convince me why a young child has to deal with CANCER. Do you remember where you first drove to after getting your license? I still don't have my license, as I've said in many a survey before. What did you get into trouble for the most when you were a kid? Being on the computer too much. What is your biological sex? Female. Do you use online dating? Or do you use another method for finding dates? Nah. I'm at the point in my life where I wanna let love just find me and not actively search for it. What is the oldest gaming console you own? We MIGHT still have our old Atari? If not, it'd be a GameBoy Advance. Which accents can you emulate pretty well? Just British. Do you think you'll ever manage to do everything you want to? No. But then again, I think that sounds pretty realistic? I doubt most people check off everything on their bucket list. What do you fear most? Probably becoming truly homeless, living on the streets. Do you wear shoes around the house? No. Are you a good driver? If you can't drive yet, do you think you'll be good? I mean, I'm not the worst in the world. My mom's always pointed out though that I ride on the brakes (which I do out of fear) and I tend to speed up and slow down quite a bit. I also stop kinda abruptly sometimes. What is/was your favorite thing about school? Seeing friends. What are you most likely to spend money on? My own personal money, tattoos, lol. Have you ever been a complete fangirl/fanboy over anything? @_@ Do you hate how, when the public like a celebrity, they overpublicize them? I feel bad for them, more than anything. You breathe wrong and suddenly it's news-worthy. It's like your every inconsequential action is under heavy surveillance and judgment, and it seems so unfair. Have you ever became attracted to someone you weren’t at first because their personality made you find them physically attractive? That was Jason for me. I never thought he was ugly, but regardless, he became THE most attractive man in the world to me. Have you ever worked in retail? Yes. -_- Are you even a little bit racist? Nah man, it's 2021, baby. Were you more fond of swings, monkey bars, or seesaws as a child? I was all about the swings. Do you believe in a near-future apocalyptic event? I don't know or care, honestly. A gamma ray or whatever they're called could incinerate us all tomorrow. A black hole could swallow the earth in an hour. We don't know. Do you have a chandelier in your home? No. Do you have a bar with stools? No. Is your Christmas tree faux or real? If faux, what color? We use a fake green one. Do you eat the crusts of your bread? Yes; it's the first part I eat. Which body type would you say you had? Did you know whales can survive on land? :^) Have you ever flown a kite? Yeah! I used to LOVE doing that with Dad as a kid when the field across our house wasn't in use (tobacco was grown there). What’s your preferred flavour of jam? I just like grape. What kind of animal did you last pet? My cat! Name a celebrity that you admire that nobody would expect you to: I massively admire Jeffree Star's work ethic. Do you prefer to shave or wax? Shave. I used to wax my eyebrows, but now I just don't care. Would you ever have sex in a public place? Uh, no. Do you think Jenna Marbles’ videos are funny? I've actually never watched her. Your favourite pasta dish: Just your normal spaghetti with meatballs. Strangest thing you’ve ever seen? Probably what I'm assuming was a star (but it was green???) flickering and then fizzling out of the sky kind of like some sort of backwards firework. I'd been watching it literally grow over a few nights, so when this happened, it was a big "?????? the fuck??????". It honestly scared me for some reason so I went inside after that. Aliens? I say aliens. Ever had a crush on somebody of the same sex? Yes. Has anybody ever called you a bastard? I don't think so. Who is the last person you ignored? uhhhhhhh Would you wear feathers in your hair? So actually, for my first prom, I wanted to wear a blue jay feather I had in my hair, reason being Jason's nickname from his parents was always "J Bird." It ended up not working out because we couldn't make it look natural with what we had. When was the last time you were well and truly scared? Hm. Favourite member of your favourite band: Ozzy, obviously, haha. Who’s your favourite female rapper? I don't have one.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''teen idle'' by marina

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malethirsty · 5 years ago

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Fetish - Karl Anderson

Summary: Karl’s over reliance on his ‘Hot Asian Wife’ and Asian fetish was driving you to breaking point. Sometimes it takes a good sub to take charge.

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!), TW: Brief mention of Asian Fetish, BDSM

Inspired by: The recent debate over Karl Anderson’s obsession with Asian women

If you asked someone what Karl Anderson from the WWE was known the most for, you’d get one of two answers; Either being a founding member of The Bullet Club (now The O.C.) or his comments about his Hot Asian Wife. The southern wrestler had a habit of constantly mentioning the latter any chance he could, in any way he could as well, sometimes landing him in hot water. People wondered why he would go above and beyond; some thought it was over enthusiasm whilst others thought he was a fetishist. Fetishist maybe? But you knew neither reason was close to why Karl really acted the way he did.

You were what was known as the Shot Blower between Bullet Club members, having been a keen fan of NJPW for a long while, you were scouted out by Prince Devitt when the heel faction formed and made their Shot Blower, which was a fancy way of saying groupie. After every BC match, without hesitation, you were tasked with relieving the members of the Club, getting them to shoot their load from their balls was your task, and you took to it perfectly. Able to bend into any position Devitt, Tama, Rey, Fale & Karl wanted you to go in, you were affectionately called their slut, and couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be. That is until you wound up in a relationship with Karl. Having watched him since 2008, you were the most enthused when you got to take his dick, to the amusement of some members (and though they wouldn’t say it, jealousy from Devitt, AJ & Luke). The two of you were fucking in his hotel room when the offer was posed so hearing the big burly man moan out “Fuck Y/N, will you be my boyfriend?” Was quite surprising to hear to say the least, but you gladly accepted to whoops and moans as Karl shot his load not long afterwards.

Ever since it was a two time tango, Karl with southern heritage couldn’t find it easy to explain he had a male partner, so used his wife as a beard, his over enthusiasm was to cover any chance of anyone working out he was in love with you, and whilst you originally were upset for her, you eventually thought ‘She has a roof over her head & she’s financially together and others aren’t as lucky’ and continued on with your relationship with Karl. However the naked pics and Asian thirsting were starting to get to you, you needed to remind Karl of who he belonged to, and you knew exactly how, a bit of black and a Power Bottom attitude should do the trick, what man could resist a pussy that teased them?

You selected what you needed and placed it out in the bedroom before texting Karl: ‘Babe, we need to talk’ text. He almost immediately responded with ‘Shit, you aren’t thinking if ending it, are ya?’ You smirked at his vulnerability, if he was this nervous for a talk, who knows what would happen once you got him whipped ‘Of course not daddy, but we do need to talk. Head up to Hotel room, let me know when you arrive’. His reply took a couple of minutes but with a firm reaffirming ‘Sure’, whilst you waited off in the lounge for Karl to arrive, circling through his Instagram for his ‘Hot Asians with Smooth Asian Skin’ post to use as leverage. 15 minutes later your phone dinged, Karl was on his way up. You stood and walked over to stand at the door, in a few minutes you heard the door knock, and you opened it “Come in Karl.” You told him, barely glancing at him, playing your role perfectly. You walked back to the sofa before sitting down, seeing him walk slowly in, unclear as to why he was here. “Darlin, why do we need to talk? What’s happened?” That was the cue to ignite your faux fury “THIS!” You yelled, shoving your phone into his hands, he read the post before falling onto the couch laughing like he had heard the world’s funniest punchline “Why are you laughing?!” You spattered out “Babe, this is nothing more than usual. I’m using it as a guise so people don’t know about us. Why has this gotten you so upset? You’ve never been like this before.” “How the fuck would you know? You’re never around these days! You’re either off with AJ & Luke, or you’re off with your beard of a wife, using her for attention and God knows what else! Whilst I’m left as a side piece waiting for you to come over when you have a chance. And then I see stuff like this and-“ you started to tear up “I don’t even know that you care anymore.” Karl got up and crossed to you “Baby boy, you know I care.” “No you don’t.” “Well what do you want me to do? Cut back work? Dump my wife and come out, you don’t know where I’m from, they’ll come after us, send death threats and lord knows what else! I need to keep you safe.” “And I need to be safe, but when I see things like this, I think this whole thing isn’t worth it.” That did it, Karl was now beginning to cry “No! Please baby, don’t say that. All our history in New Japan Pro Wrestling, the Bullet Club, coming over with me because you cared, don’t end it because of my ridiculousness, please I beg of you! I’ll do anything you want! ANYTHING!”

You had never seen a grown man like Karl cry before, those types of men were always taught crying was weak, un masculine even. Yet there the ruthless heel was, genuine tears streaming down his face. You knew the act had to end here, not only did his promise of anything a perfect cue, it pained you to see the man you loved so upset. “Anything Karl?” “You name it, I’ll do it.” “Well can you head into the other room and rest down on the metal slab for a moment, I need to get myself together” Karl immediately hopped up and tore into the bedroom, you kept your face hidden until you heard the machine locking Karl in place “Y/N, what the hell, I’m stuck! Y/N Help!” You grinned stripping off your formal wear to reveal the black leather skin tight dom costume you wore underneath. You detached the whip from where it was strapped into the outfit and strolled into the bedroom. Sure enough, Karl was struggling but couldn’t break free. “Y/N, please I need-“ Karl stopped once he saw you “Jesus Christ babe, you look beautiful.” You shrugged “I know daddy.” You strolled over to him “Now, I have no intention of breaking us up, in fact, I called you hear cause I wanted to fuck, but this time it’s on my terms not yours. Got it.” You cracked the whip for emphasis “Yes sir.” Karl said very formally “Good.” You lent down to kiss Karl, his taste so incredibly sweet “Mmmmm babe, I love this.” Karl groaned, you began to disrobe Karl until he was left on the cold sex slab, utterly naked. “Now look at the TV for me.” Karl did as you instructed as you reached for the remote and turned it on.

“This demonstration has been approved by Prince Devitt and the other members of Bullet Club. In this video, our Shot Blower will demonstrate how big our loads are.” Karl’s mouth dropped open, you were playing the sex tape you and BC had filmed a long while ago, glancing down, you saw his cock stiffen. “Now keep your eyes on the screen Karl.” You said and he didn’t need any more persuasion, his attention was wrapped onto the screen where he saw Prince Devitt begin to fuck you deep as his TV self cheered on. You got your hand round Karl’s cock and began to stroke “Oh yeah, oh fuck babe, like that, stroke it like that.” He moaned, in absolute bliss. The footage you had shot was pretty hot to say the least, it took until you’d past Devitt and Fale before Karl cried out “Fuck I’m gonna cum!” You quickly removed your hand, leaving the man whining “Babe, why?” “Because I need to leave an impression on you Mr. Anderson, you are gonna edge until we get to your part” “But that’s at the end of the fucking film!” He groaned. You moved a leaver on the slab board which lifted his legs up so that you could get a clear shot of his ass, you brought the whip down hard making Karl cry out “I thought you said anything I wanted, why did that go out the window?” “You weren’t even upset!” Karl shouted back, you slapped his ass again “Upset no, Affronted yes, Left out, Absofuckinglutely.” You landed a slap on each of the three statements leaving Karl’s ass a red mess, tear tracks beginning to form “Now are you gonna listen?” “Yes Y/N, daddy’s gonna listen to you!” “Good” you slapped the whip over his hole, making him yell “WHY?” You shrugged “Cause I was in the mood.” Which mirrored perfectly what happened on the TV, Rey having shot on your face instead of your hole, you had asked why, and he’d given the same answer.

You returned to the process of stroking Karl, as the film played on. As soon as you heard the moans of Tama as he unloaded deep in your ass, Karl’s eyes lit up, now was his time. You removed your hand and crawled on top of Karl “After all this time of being my fan, and now you finally get good ol’ Daddy Karl.” Came NJPW Karl’s voice from the TV “Look at us now.” You grinned down at him “Yeah, now let me fuck your ass, I’m desperate!” You circled your hole around his cock “How desperate?” “Y/N, please stop teasing me, I got here, now take my dick!” He tried to shove his hips forwards, but couldn’t, the metal steel clipped around his waist constricted those types of moves, he was still where he was when he first climbed onto the slab. “Remember what was on the tape Karl, you made me beg, so today you will beg for me.” “I beg you to fuck me.” Karl choked out “Come on Karl, you can do better than that.” “I need you to ride daddy’s dick, he’s so damn needy for a man’s ass.” “Better” you praised, letting the tip in “Oh fuck!” Karl groaned, the tight heat getting the best of him, desperately again trying to break the steel but to no avail. “You’ve got to hit the spot right.” You reminded him, Karl throwing utter caution to the wind “My wife won’t let me fuck her, and even then she’s lousy, her stretched out pussy is sloppy and dull, nothing compared to your ass! Your hole is one of a kind Y/N, PLEASE TAKE DADDY’S DICK!”

Finally relieving Karl, you finally took his entire cock balls deep. “FUCK YES! OH THAT’S AMAZING!” Karl yelled out as you began to ride him, savoring this moment. You’d always been on the bottom only getting to see Karl’s face at your length as you rode his cock, this however was blissful, being filled by The O.C.Member’s member while looking down at his face contorted into sexual ecstasy was something you’d have to do again. “Fuck Karl, fuck me deep like you love to do.” “I can’t Y/N, this fucking rod’s holding my arms away!” “Oh to hell with this, DEACTIVATE!” As soon as you said the machine’s key work, the bars and chains holding Karl’s hands, legs and waist down disconnected. Karl picked you up but couldn’t find the strength to sit, so fell onto the bed, letting you ride him from above even more than before. “Fuck this is actually really hot babe. We need to do this again, but right now, fuck, I need to cum.” You leaned down, closing your lips around Karl’s in a searing kiss, you eventually moved your lips to his ear “Go right ahead daddy Karl.” You whispered biting onto his ear lobe.

Karl practically screamed out loud as he shot load upon load in your ass, it was like it didn’t end. During this, Karl reached down and stroked your cock as well, the heating sensation deep in your guy “F-fuck, Karl, I’m, gonna” before you could get the last word out, you shot your load all over Karl’s face. Your hole tightened around Karl, taking even more cum, as both of you moaned directly at each other before finally it stopped. You pulled away, slumping next to him “Jesus Christ Y/N, that was hands down the best fuck we’ve ever had. And given I said you were a hands down better fuck than anyone I’d ever had, that says something.” “I guess it does.” You heavily breathed out, finally getting your breathing calm again. “Fuck, we need to do this some other time.” “Sure, let me know when you’re free from ho-“ “I mean tonight, fuck my wife, I’m staying here with you, I’ve put my image over you for long enough, fuck that. I’m staying here for a long while.” You were elated, you needed reassurance that Karl was yours and this was it. “Now can you tell me where you got that slab thingy, AJ’s looking to spice up his bedroom action.”

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“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.” w jim 😳

jimmy babie 🥺🥺

sorry this took so long! i forgot i had it finished, sitting in my drafts, waiting to be posted.

i debated for a while on whether jim or the reader should say the prompt, but i decided on jim.

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“Oh my god, do you think I’ll hook up with Nate tonight? He’s been flirting so hard with me and he’s definitely into me, he just hasn’t made a move.” Ruby spoke lively about her long time crush.

Truth be told, I haven’t really been “into someone” for a while; at least until I moved to PV. I was a high schooler when my family made the move, which left me as the friendless loner until I met the Masons, Medina and Jim. They were both so sweet and friendly, in fact, it was Medina who invited me to sit with her when she saw I was eating by myself.

I met Jim soon after, electing to be my lab partner in chemistry. He told me what life was like there, about how him and his sister had recently started surfing, and how I was welcome to join them. He was so warm and inviting to me, I couldn’t help but harbor feelings for him that were a little more intimate than platonic.

“Didn’t he stay up all night texting you? Sounds like he’s pretty into you to me.” I affirmed, bumping her shoulder with mine.

Just before we entered the house, Ruby stopped me, placing a comforting hand on my arm.

“I’ll stay by your side, Y/N. I know you don’t know a lot of the people at the party, so we’ll stick together, okay?” She asked with a smile. I nodded, thanking her before we headed inside.

As expected, friends of hers swarmed her, buzzing with different variations of wishes and congratulations on her special day. Surprisingly, she kept her word and stuck by my side, even rejecting those who asked her to dance.

Everyone until Nate, however.

“Hey Y/N, mind if I steal your date for a bit? I promise I’ll have her back before midnight.” He joked, spinning her in his arms.

“It’ll just be for a little while, I won’t ditch you all night.” Ruby promised, looking slightly guilty.

“It’s okay, guys.” I laughed. “Who am I to stop the birthday girl from getting some much needed action?”

Ruby’s face burned, her jaw falling slack as she giggled. “Shut up!” She squealed, playfully punching me in the arm. The two of them stumbled off into the crowd, leaving me by my lonesome.

Could I blame her? No, she’d been into Nate for months without either of them acting on it, which I imagine stirred up some frustrations. Was I now by myself at a party I hardly knew anyone at? Yes I was.

I made my way out to the deck of the house, the fresh breeze filling my nostrils. I grabbed a beer, leaning over the railing and watching the sun slowly slip beyond the horizon. I took a long sip of my drink as the waves lapped at the shore, tinted by the gorgeous shades of pink and orange in the sky.

“Now what’s a gorgeous girl like you doing all by yourself out here?” A familiar voice said from over my shoulder. I whipped my head around to see none other than my favorite boy.

“Ruby just ditched me to go have fun with her boy toy. Just a bummer because she said she’d stick by me, but I’m just glad she’s having fun.” I grinned at him, turning my gaze back to the beach as I heard him pull out more drinks for us from the cooler.

“It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” I murmured, staring out into the perfectly manicured expanse of the beach.

“It’s gorgeous.” I turned my gaze to him only to find that his eyes were on mine as he spoke, causing heat to rush to my cheeks.

“I still haven’t seen you out on the waves yet, I’ve heard you’re pretty skilled.” I changed the subject, propping myself up on the railing to angle my whole body towards him.

“I’ve been known to be pretty skilled at a few other things, too.” He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“Gross, Mason. I’m talking about surfing you perv.” I laughed, pushing his shoulder.

“It’s so amazing out there. You don’t know how good it feels to be riding that wave. Just the feeling of total bliss and weightlessness.” God, I could listen to him talk forever, the way he spoke with such true emotion. But his words seemed to put a damper on him, his eyebrows scrunching as an invisible barbell laid upon his shoulders.

“Think you could teach me? I’d love to be out there with you.” I tried to lighten the mood with my words.

“Sure, I’ve always wanted to pursue charity work.” He grinned, laughing at his own joke.

“Hey! I can’t be that bad!” I pretended to be offended, pressing a solemn hand to my heart. The conversation was flowing now, both of us pleasantly tipsy.

We talked for a while, chatting about everything from the mundane to the wildly baffling enigmas of the universe until I’d become embarrassingly drunk from all the alcohol Jim had given to me.

It wasn’t that he was trying to get me drunk, no, rather that he didn’t know I was such a lightweight.

He told another joke, making me cackle uncontrollably, clutching my ribs as I gasped for air between giggles. My balance faltered as I lost my grip on the railing, tipping over and nearly falling to the ground.

“Woah, slow down there, I didn’t think I was that funny.” He chuckled, helping me back to my feet.

“You are sooo funny, Jimmy! Has anyone ever told you that you should be a comedian?” I exaggerated, slurring my words slightly.

“Yeah, I’ll keep that one in mind.” Jim mumbled sarcastically. He glanced around, noticing it was getting pretty late and the crowd was thinning out.

“Hey, Y/N, you have a ride?” He questioned.

“Well it was Ruby, but she went off to get laid. Can you believe her?” I scoffed, rolling my heavy-lidded eyes.

“Well I don’t want you heading home by yourself. Do you want me to take you home?” He queried.

“I’m perfectly capable of walking home by myself, thank you very much.” I tipped my chin up, speaking in a snooty manner as I crossed my arms.

“I know you are, but I think I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.” Jim insisted, placing the new can of beer I retrieved back into the cooler.

“Fiiiinnnneee, but only since you’re so cute!” I squeaked, booping my finger on the tip of his nose. He smiled as we began our walk back to my house.

We stopped at my door, staring at it as I waited for it to magically swing open.

“Oh wait, duh,” I facepalmed as I rung the doorbell, rocking back on my feet as I waited for someone to answer.

“I think you need a key, babe.” Jim chuckled, hardly controlling his laughter at the sight of my bewildered expression.

“Oh shoot! You’re right!” I rustled through my purse, pulling out my key ring and shuffling through the keys I had attached. “There’s so many, Jimmy. We might be out here for a little while, sorry.” I sniffled apologetically at him, my lips forming a pout.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Here, I can help you find the right one,” He pried the ring from my grasp, biting his tongue to contain his amusement at my struggles. In his more sober eyes, he could only see 2 keys; a car key and a house key. “Why don’t we try this one?”

He handed me back the key that, to my surprise, unlocked the front door.

“Wow, Jimmy you’re so amazing! How did you find it so fast?” I gushed, my jaw dropping in amazement.

“Like I said, I’m pretty skilled at some things.” He winked at me, opening the door further to step inside. He helped me up the stairs and into my room where I unceremoniously flopped onto the bed.

“M’tired,” I groaned, relishing in the softness of the pillow against my aching head.

“I bet you are,” Jim said, slipping off my heels. “I don’t wanna overstep my boundaries, but would it be alright if I used your shower?”

“S’fine, Jimmy.” I moaned, my eyelids heavy as I curled up on top of the covers. “W-wait,” Jim stopped in his tracks, turning towards me.

“Cuddle me first?” I flashed my best puppy eyes at him. He grinned and made his way over to me.

“Here,” He stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it to me. “Take off your dress and put that on.” I got changed and slid underneath the sheets, the clarity I once had bleeding into exhaustion.

I laid my head on Jim’s chest, sighing at his warmth as he pulled me closer. I focused on his heart beat as he started speaking to stay awake and listen to what he had to say, but his words soon became a blur.

He looked down at me and smiled when he saw I was out cold, wrapped around him like a koala. “I’m definitely not getting a shower tonight.”

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this turned out SOO LONG! and i didn’t mean for that to happen! but! i couldnt help but get carried away bc of how cute this is.

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