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arcadia-of-pluto · 4 months ago

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In High Cotton || Rafayel (m)

Paring(s); LADS Rafayel x reader

Word count; 3,626

Themes; swearing, smut, plushie turning human (??), I write the word plushie a lot (I'm sorry), porn with a smidgen of plot, alternative universe

Warnings; Cunnilingus, fingering, slight choking, smidge of hair pulling, some degrading (if you squint), unprotected sex (wrap it up), some boob play, (do not expect a masterpiece of a smut— I didn't realize how rusty I was at writing them until I actually started 😞)

Notes; woah, 700ish notes on my most recent drabble! That's insane tbh. It almost feels like I should only write drabbles, and it wasn't even a smutty drabble either 🤔 I thought people were usually into smut?

Either way, I'm glad yall are liking it while I readjust myself to writing smut once again! I used to write smut SO much when I was younger and then I just stopped– but when I do write it again, it might have too much detail and I do apologize beforehand for that...speaking of, it's happening now btw! I'm going to try to write good smut for this. I got this idea for a short, one-shot hentai-ish Manga (it's called…”my plushie turned into a human” or something like that)

Also, lowkey, cotton doesn't even feel like a real word anymore 😭

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In High Cotton;

//this Southern idiom means “to be doing well or living a comfortable life”; in comparison, to be ‘in low cotton’ would mean you're having a bad day//

“What are you, a child? Stop carrying around that stupid plushie! It feels like you care more about that damn thing than our relationship.”

Your head whips around to stare at your partner through a glare.

Oh really now?

You care more about a stuffed piece of fabric in comparison to your almost five years of dating this person?? Yeah, right.

Your partner was just trying to deflect this situation away from the fact that you caught them cheating.

They were grasping at straws to throw the blame on you and your cherished plush was the only thing they could throw at you…pitiful.

You've had this little plushie since you were little and, honestly, you didn't even remember what show it was from– if it was on one. Your childhood friend gave it to you shortly before he moved away and you've since forgotten what he even looked like.

The only memory of him being the purple haired, humanoid plushie currently clasped between your hands as you fought the urge to throw it at your partner.

And, tired of your silence, your partner left your apartment shortly after.

Now, you were left alone with your plushie.

You slowly swipe your thumb back and forth over its pinkish-blue eyes as you ponder just why you cherished it so much. Why you cherished Raf so much.

Yeah, Raf. That's apparently the name of the plushie. That's what your mom claims you called it throughout the years, so you had no reason to change it.

But yeah. You were unsure why it never left your side.

You always kept it in your purse, in your shirt pocket– it almost felt like an emotional support doll, at this point.

Anyway, you stand up from the floor and go lock your door so your partner couldn't barge back inside the apartment, even if they wanted to. Then, you decide to go to bed. You were off work for the next few days, so you could finally get some well deserved rest.

You quickly get changed into your pajamas and curl up in the bed with Raf in your arms. Your hand resting against the red beret on its head, thumb gently brushing over the small black bead on top of the hat as you drift off to sleep.

You wake up feeling…warm? Too warm, in fact.

You know you fell asleep with the air conditioner on, so there's absolutely no reason for the room to feel as warm as it does.

You grumble under your breath, wanting to go back to sleep as quickly as possible, and keep your eyes shut as you try to kick out from under the covers. You soon realize you can't do this, because you feel an odd weight holding you down.

If your partner snuck back in, you swear to god—

But when you open your eyes, you're met with an unfamiliar sight.

It's…a stranger. In bed with you.

Their hair, however, was oddly familiar.

Purple hair…

Nah, no way. There's no way your plushie suddenly turned into a human, but that would definitely make you feel less anxious than assuming a stranger was in your home.

You take a deep breath and glance around for your plushie. If you can find it, then this man isn't your favourite stuffed animal and if you can't– well, it could've fallen into the floor. You won't sink into the delusion that this man was Raf, until that was your final option.

You couldn't find it with just your eyes, so you attempted to wiggle out of the man's grasp. However, this only causes him to hold you tighter, his arms squeezing around your waist as he pulls you further into his bare chest.

…bare chest?

You blink a few times. Your head is close enough to touch the man's chin.

Fuck it.

You put your hands on his chest and desperately try to pull away from him, full on struggling since you've decided to not care if you wake him up or not. He came into your house, why should you be accommodating toward him??

“Hmm?”

You hear his tired voice as he finally removes one arm from your waist to rub his eyes, and the moment he opens then, you have no choice but to accept that he was your plushie.

Seriously, like what normal human has pinkish-blue eyes?? No one. Unless he's wearing contacts, that is literally your comfort doll.

You know it sounds crazy, but how else would this random guy know what your plush looks like?? Especially enough to copy its looks perfectly.

“Oh. Good morning, Y/n.” He yawns, stretching his arms up and that's when you snap.

You quickly sit up and move away from him, holding a hand out in front of you. “What're you doing in my house? You're not…Raf, are you?”

“You recognize me!?” He almost blinds you with his innocently charming smile.

“You're…joking, right? I mean, seriously, how am I supposed to believe that?” You say, half asleep but clearly not buying this act. You run a hand through your hair, brows furrowed and you could feel a headache coming on.

“Oh…you don't believe me..” he frowns, sitting up against the pillows. “Hmm…what can I do to make you believe me?”

“Uh…say something that only someone who knows me would know?” You throw your hands up in the air, exasperatedly.

Come on, how the heck were you supposed to know?? Though, you'd probably believe him if he said something personal.

“Raf” brings his hand up to rest under his chin as he contemplates what to say. After a few moments of silence, you stand up from the bed.

“Alright, if you're not going to say anything, then–”

“When you were seven, you threw up and ran into your mom's room crying because you thought you were dying…uh, oh also, when you were ten, you were trying to ride a bike and busted your knee open when you fell– you have a scar from it. At eleven, you accidentally punched a kid in the face and got into your first fight– that you lost, by the way. And at sixteen, you were going to lose your virginity, but your ex said you had to get Raf off the bed and you said, and I quote, ‘the doll stays’.”

“Raf” looks at you after he finishes talking with an almost proud looking smile on his face and you tilt your head to the side.

You…

…what?

You had no other choice, but to believe him now.

The scar on your knee would've been the easiest to guess, but the others? But you don't want to seem too gullible…

You clear your throat, crossing your arms over your chest. “Tell me more before I make my decision.”

Surely he wouldn't say anything embarrassing, right?

“You've faked every orgasm with your current partner. You can only cum if—”

“Okay, okay!” You quickly place your hand over his mouth. Your face turns scarlet as you squeeze your eyes shut. “That's enough. I'll believe you for now.”

You feel something wet against your palm and jerk your hand back. “What the hell– did you just lick my hand??” You drag your hand against your pants to wipe it off, before shaking your head. “Look, go get dressed. I'm sure my ex has some clothes you can wear.”

You put an emphasis on ex, since you decided you weren't going to stay with that cheater the moment they left your apartment last night.

Then, you leave the room.

Honestly….Raf was a pretty decent roommate. Sure, he didn’t work, but you'd come back to a home-cooked meal after work every day. He'd do the laundry, the dishes, and he even painted on the side.

You weren't sure if he'd ever turn back into a plush, but you preferred him this way. With him as a human, you could talk about your day with someone, eat with someone…there's only one problem.

Personal space and…personal time.

You haven't been able to get off in almost a month– that's how long Raf has been human by now– and it has started to get to you. You usually aren't a very sexual person, but sometimes you just need to rub one out every now and again…and you can't with him constantly snuggled in the bed next to you.

Tonight was another night where you wouldn't be able to do what you wanted.

You let out a small sigh as you get settled in bed. The TV played a random show in the background as it illuminated the otherwise dark room. Raf laid next to you, one arm curled under the pillow so he could still watch the TV. He was shirtless too, so that made your conundrum even better.

“What's wrong?” He asks, not looking away from the TV and you quickly shake your head.

“It's nothing. Nothing at all.”

Raf shifts over to his side to look at your face, raising one of his eyebrows ever so slightly. “You haven't…Well, I mean, you usually do it once a week and it's been a month now–”

“Raf–” you sigh, covering his head with a pillow. “Shut up.”

He pulls the pillow down, so only his eyes are visible. “Do you still not see me as a man?”

“I don't want to talk about this right now.” You try to pull the pillow back over his face and he catches you by the wrist.

“I could make you feel way better than your ex did…” he trails off as he guides your hand to the front of his pajama pants.

You could visibly see a bump from over the covers and you choke on your spit as you felt something warm under your palm.

Something big.

“Raf…” you trail off, but you can't find the will to tell him to let it go.

His words made you curious…you wanted to know if sex could actually feel good or if he was just talking a big game.

What could he really know about sex, anyways?

He's only been human for a month now, so there's no way he could actually be good at it, right?

As you're lost in thoughts, your hand subconsciously squeezes his election and Raf tilts his head back, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to hold back a groan.

“Earth to Y/n.” He hums, snapping his fingers in front of your face. “Yes or no, cutie? I want explicit consent.”

You were battling with your thoughts, but you ultimately nodded your head.

“Use your words now. Your pretty lips aren't just there for show, are they?” The man taps his finger against your bottom lip and you let out an impatient sigh, “Yes, now can you please–”

Your words were silenced by Raf's lips crashing down against yours.

One of his hands ghosts down your body, fingers resting under the waistband of your pajama shorts, just a few inches from where you really wanted his touch. His other hand slides up your shirt, cupping a breast.

You feel the bed dip underneath you as Raf swings a leg over your body, fully pinning you to the bed as he continues his assault against your lips.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, but you playfully refuse to let him in. In retaliation, Raf’s fingers pinch around your nipple and harshly tug at it. A gasp escapes you and he takes this opportunity to slip his tongue past your open lips.

The only time your lips part is when Raf leans back to tug his shirt off and takes off yours as well.

Now shirtless in front of the man, you can't help but feel a little self conscious.

Though Raf quickly dissuades your self doubt by dipping his head down to latch onto your nipple. His hand finally moved further into your pants. His index finger resting on your clit and you arch your hips up, trying to force him to move.

Your thigh stings in pain as you feel Raf's palm collide with your skin.

“Patience.” He murmurs against your chest.

His fingers draw lazy circles against your clit and, while it is pleasurable, you want more.

You dip your hand past his waistband and grab onto his dick. Your hand could barely wrap fully around it and you could only imagine how it would feel. It felt like it would hurt…a little. But what's a little pain?

Your hand lazily strokes Raf's dick, thumb dragging over his tip to collect a few drops of precum and that's when the man finally snaps.

His fingers move lower. His middle finger slowly glides inside of you and he gives you a few thrusts with his singular finger, before adding a second one. With both fingers sheathed inside, he makes a ‘come-hither’ motion with every thrust of his digits.

“R-Raf– wa—ah— wait..” Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder while your other hand pauses its movements. You try to hide your face in your shoulder, but Raf seizes your chin with a hand.

“Don't look away now, princess. I wanna see your face. Wanna see just how good I'm making you feel.” He tsks and pulls away for a moment.

He strips you of your bottoms, tossing them to the side as his big hands grip your thighs. His palm slaps the newly exposed skin before he taps your hands.

“Hold your legs up for me and don't drop them.”

You want to question his words, but don't. Instead, you wrap your arms under your knees and pull them as close to your chest as you can. It was, honestly, a really embarrassing position, but you couldn't help but get even more wet.

Your juices were tacky against your thighs and even dripping down onto the sheets below you.

“Raf…” you whine, wondering what's taking him so long since you expected him to fuck you already. But instead of his cock, you feel something else.

You feel something warm and wet against your clit, and a strangled noise comes up from your throat as Raf flicks his tongue against your pussy. His fingers going back to your entrance to slip inside as he wraps his lips around your clit.

Your head tilts back as moans spill from your lips. Raf's skilled fingers working at your center while he tongue draws figure-eights on your clit.

“R-Raf, inside. ‘Wanna cum with you inside, please?” You finally manage to say, your nails digging into your legs.

Your heart stutters in your chest as Raf makes eye contact as he eats you out. Only pausing to respond to you, his fingers still moving.

“You gotta be more specific, princess. I am inside you right now.” He teases.

As you open your mouth to answer, he curls his fingers and they just barely brush your g-spot.

“I want your di– ah, Raf, right there!” Your hips jerk with every thrust of his fingers and you can feel yourself growing closer to your first orgasm, but Raf has other plans.

As you squeeze your eyes shut, preparing for your climax, suddenly you feel empty.

When you open your eyes, you notice that Raf is licking his fingers clean.

A lazy smirk tugs at the man's lips and his hand disappears into his pants, freeing his dick from its confines.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to his angry, red tip. The glistening precum. The way his hand drug against the length of it.

“Hey, my eyes are up here!”” Raf snaps his fingers with a pout. “Geez, you really know how to make a man feel like a pack of meat.” He taps the tip of his dick against your clit and your hips jump.

“Ah, what's the magic word, cutie?” His hand pushes down on your hips, effectively pinning them to the bed as he smears his precum across your clit.

“I…” You grit your teeth, squeezing your thighs before you finally let them go and hold your arms out. “Please fuck me.”

Raf's arms wrap around you as he finally pushes his tip inside and his voice of reason finally snaps. He was originally going to take it slow, to give you time to adjust, but the feeling of your tight, warm walls around his cock makes him unable to think straight.

Your legs wrap around his waist as he thrusts into you with reckless abandon. Though there is a bit of skill to his thrusts, there's also a smidgen of inexperience mixed within it.

“You're so tight, cutie. Do you like my cock that much?” He hums, his lips dragging against the skin of your neck. He firmly presses his lips down, parting them slightly to suck a painful bruise on your neck.

His hips continue to snap forward. His cock languidly pumps in and out of your pussy. The obscene noise of skin slapping against skin, the sound of your bodies coming together, fills the otherwise silent room.

His thumb dips down to make quick circles against your lip as his cock brushes against your g-spot and he claims your lips once more.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, dragging up his skin to leave deep red marks in their wake. Your moans are swallowed by Raf's lips. His tongue collides with yours and you briefly fight for dominance. You ultimately lose, though you didn't put up much of a fight.

The man pulls out and you're about to complain, but suddenly you're flipped onto your knees. Raf presses his palm into the small of your back and your face slams into your pillows.

His cock re-enters as he thrusts, his palm cracks down across your ass. You can't hide the moan that slips from your parted lips and Raf raises a brow.

“Oohh, someone's a bit of a pain slut?”

With this new knowledge, Raf pulls you up by your hair. Your back against his chest and his other hand glides over your body. His two fingers make quick circular motions against your clit and he releases your hair, instead wrapping his hand around your throat.

“R–Raf, please. ‘M so close.” Another noise slips from your lips as his cock just barely kisses your g-spot and you can feel his breath against your ear. “You gonna cum for me?” He presses a small kiss on your shoulder, his hand squeezing around your neck as he quickens his thrusts.

“Uh-huh…” you nod your head, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you try to hold back your moans. You could feel your juices soaking your thighs, could hear the evidence of your arousal with every thrust.

With one last precise thrust that brushes your g-spot, you cum.

You tilt your head back with a choked cry, your hips jerking as your walls spasm around his cock.

“Princess…” Raf groans, his hands tightly gripping your hips as he surges forward. Your body falls forward and your hands go out to steady yourself as he continues to harshly thrust. “Inside or out?”

You take a moment to think before you turn your head to the side, meeting his eyes. “Out, please.”

Raf flips you over onto your back once more and after a few more pumps, he pulls out. His hand quickly strokes his cock before his head tilts back and he moans. His tip shoots out strings of cum, painting your stomach and chest with white ropes.

“Fuck…” he takes a few breathes before you meet each other's eyes.

Then, you both laugh giddily and he dips his head down to gently kiss you.

“I'll go grab a washcloth to clean you up.” He smiles against your lips before he gets off the bed to head into the bathroom.

You sit up and stretch out your sore limbs while you look around for your phone to check the time. “Huh…I could've sworn it was on the bed..” You click your tongue and sigh, sliding off the bed to check if it fell into the floor.

Your hand pats around under your bed and you let out a small squeak of surprise as your hand brushes against something soft. You jerk your hand back, but notice your phone was on the floor. You press a hand against your chest to try and still your fast beating heart. Then, you turn on your phone's flashlight to look under your bed.

“Wait…” you squint, noticing something that looks oddly familiar and once you fish it out, your eyes widen.

It…was Raf.

Slightly dusty since it had been under your bed for a few months, but…this was most certainly Raf, your beloved plushie.

Your head slowly turns in the direction of your bathroom with wide eyes. If your plush Raf was in your hands then…who was in your bathroom?

The door swings open and Raf– no, the stranger walks out from your bathroom with a washcloth in hand.

“I think I'm going to need to do the laundry soon. This is the last clean on– oh, you found it.” The purple-haired man leans against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I– who…” you look from your cherished plushie to him. “You're not even…”

Then, he chuckles.

“You ever noticed the little black ball on his beret?” He taps a finger against his temple. “I gave you that when we were little…been watching you ever since.” He has a smile on his lips as if this was a normal thing to admit.

“You're—”

“Highly intelligent? Devilishly handsome?”

“—insane.”

“No, silly girl. My name is Rafayel. Don't worry, I'll fuck you a few more times so you can remember it.”

I tried my best and that's all that matters tbh 😭 I think it seems so bad because it's in second person and I'm used to writing smut in first. But I'm hoping I'll get better at it with practice!

Either way, I'm sure this isn't the worst smut you've read so I hope you enjoyed it!

Also, sorry there isn't a drabble this week! I might write one soon since I've got two days off 🤔 I'm not sure yet tbh

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shelbgrey · 7 months ago

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✨Pookie😏✨Mother Pinecone🥳✨Fellow Simp🤩✨ can I request some lovely shrexy headcanons for the one and only Sammy Winchester😳 I just need some fluff and steamy steamy spicy headcanons please🥹 I’ll pay😉🫴💰💳💵

Dating Sam Winchester Headcanons:

Paring: Sam Winchester X Singer!Reader

Summary: headcanons about Sam dating Bobby Singer's kid. -SMUT warning!

💚MasterList ML2 💚MoodBoard

Between Sam being John's kid and you being Bobby's, you spent a lot of time together as kids.

You were always closer to Sam, you and him bonded over books and you were both the quiet ones.

It was obvious there was something between you two even when you were kids, but you were both completely clueless.

“the only two people who don't know Sam and y/n like each other are Sam and y/n” - Dean

But then he went off to college, you guys talked through letters and Emails for the first few months. Then he met Jes and you guys talked less and less.

Deep down Sam knew he dated Jess just to get over you, but then he felt awful to think that way after she died.

He never would have expected that you'd show up with Dean, telling him John was missing. Sam honestly hated to see the skilled hunter you have become, he always thought you deserved better.

Deep down he knew he stayed for you. College didn't matter much to him anymore and neither did finding his dad. He rekindled his friendship with you and wanted to protect you.

Hell, he would take you away from the hunting life if he could.

Before you knew it the three of you were a trio again. Saving people and hunting things together.

Then before you knew it you and Sam both fell back in to your original, clueless act you had with each other. It pissed Dean off, because he knew you guys liked each other.

Dean also knew neither one of you had the balls to admit your feelings. So he took matters into his own hands.

“Hey, y/n, you busy Saturday night?” Dean asked one night. “no?”

“Sammy, you sure as hell ain't busy” Dean joked, Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. “yeah... I'm not”

“good, because I am... You two go out and have a good time” Dean told you both.

Yeah Dean asked you out on a date for Sam. Both of you had mixed reactions, you didn't know how to proses what what just happened and Sam was just annoyed Dean was getting up in his business. Dean didn't stop you guys from going out.

he is sweet and gentle when he kisses you. The kisses you and him share are always sweet and full of passion. He pours everything into his kisses when his lips are on yours.

He definitely said 'I love you.' he said it after he had to save you from a vampires nest he told you he couldn't lose you and he loves you.

Sam would be the one to encourage you to go on rants or nerd out about things your passionate about. He'll listen beginning to end. If your like: “sorry if I'm talking too much” Sam will say: “no, no, keep going. I'm listening”

Not being stuck in his Tuesday time loop, but helping the best you can.

Sam's Hugs are warm and tight. Since he's so much taller than you he usually picks you up and holds you to his chest as your legs are wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck holding him tight.

he promised to himself and you that if you were to get hurt by anything and he did mean anything at all, he would kill it. Even the smallest cut or bruse on you, he would freak out and with a gun in his hand, he would go after the very thing that dared to put a wound on you.

Sex with him has always been on the Adventurous side, but he learns your limits quickly and wouldn't do anything to hurt you. But when soulless Sam shows up there's no slowing down.

Even though Soulless Sam is hot one of the things he cares about most is sex and it might seem that's all he wants at the time, but the moment you get hurt the person or thing that hurt you is in a heaping pile of blood and broken bones.

Research dates all the time, you think it's boring as hell but your happy just to he able to spend time with him.

He's a health nut so he's always getting on to you and dean about your eating habits. “you know those things could kill you, right?” Sam asks as he watches you drink a monster energy drink, you'll just shrug him off.

You appreciate his concerns and you do back off on some stuff and let him cook you a healthy meal.

“what is that?” you asked staring at the blender in Discussed. “it's a smoothy, its good for you” he said pouring you a cup. “it's green goop”

✨Forehead kisses✨ he's a giant after all, so it's easier and convenient to just give you a little kiss on the forehead. He also loves it when your setting in his lap and giving him the same treatment.

Matching bracelets. Jack went through a friendship bracelet making phase and you made a couple with him. You and Sam both have one, he refuses to take it off. “you don't have to wear it”

“no, I'm gonna wear it forever. Back off”

You and Sam are literally Jack's parents, you probably end up adopting him at some point.

Never giving up on getting him out of hell, you hated the fact Dean when to live with Lisa. So while he got a girlfriend you were threatening crossroad demons for awnsers.

Making dirty jokes with Dean all the time to annoy Sam.

If Dean pranks Sam, you'll help get back at Dean. One time you convinced Sam to have sex in the impala just to piss Dean off.

Lucifer has the undying love for you and hits on you all the time, it pisses Sam off to no end.

Getting to see Sully first hand because he knew how much Sam ment to you and Sully just really wanted to meet the person that made Sam so happy.

Jody being a mother to you.

He absolutely loves feeling your fingers run through his hair. He'll kill to have his head on your cheat while you play with his hair after a rough hunt.

If your a smut book you get really secretive about and he'll notice quickly. “What you reading?” you blush and hold the book away from him. “nothing”

If he gets a hold of the book and reads a steamy part if the book, he'll probably want to try what he read too.

This man need physical contact a lot. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, it's a comfort and a protection thing.

He wants to hold your hand all the time too, if your walking around the bunker or a town your hands will be locked together, or sometimes hell just hold your had while doing research.

Communication won't be a problem in your relationship. You both just find it so easy to talk to each other.

But if you get into a fight, your fight loud and mean. There will be the silent treatment.

He's a bed hog so get used to sleeping right on top of him or right up against him because there's no room for personal space when you share a bed, especially if it's a motel bed.

He also hogs blankets.

You have bad sex in the bunker library, do with that information as you will.

You steal his flannels all the time, they're just so big and comfy.

He's good at turning you on😏

NSFW headcanons:

Sammy has a size kink, he loves the fact you are shorter than him. It makes it easier for him to manhandle you and throw you around without even trying.

likes to pretty much fuck you stupid. like to the point your shaking, you only can think of his dick and babbling his name. you probably won't be walking the next morning.

he's ✨skilled✨ with his hands, those big massive hands. it doesn't matter what he's doing with them, in between your legs, your face, around your neck, in your hair, I don't matter he knows what he's doing.

Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his hair or he'll tangel his fingers in yours and tug on it when he's getting head or about ready to cum.

He didn't realize how much he actually liked it untill you started pulling on his hair while he was eating you out. “Damn... Do that again... Please”

Biting, he's loves marking you up. There has been many times you had to cover your neck with makeup, but most of the bite marks are on your thighs.

But he also lives for the moments where it's just sensual and gentle. He secretly loves just holding you and kissing you slowly.

He wants to see if he can he make you scream louder than he did the last time. He loves the noises you make.

He well bend you over the table in the bunker library and take you from behind.

The desk will creak from the force he uses and his large body will presse you hard against the desk.

He loves hearing the moans and gasps coming out of your mouth.

Part of him will want you to be louder, even though he knew you aren't supposed to be sometimes.

He'll mark your thighs with his teeth and biting hard enough to leave a light bruise.

Sam loves being dominate towards you. Choking you and edging you. “come on, Baby. Cum for me again”

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

He has a tendency to grip the headboard when he's close to cumming.

“that’s it baby, there you go. takining me so well, honey.”

Sam loves the way his hands look on your body. Even better if you’re smaller than him, he just wants to be touching you all the fucking time.

He love getting head. I feel like he’d like having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.

If you’re struggling to take him in or taking long to adjust, he’ll whisper reassurances that you’re doing a good job while rubbing his hands on your back and thighs.

Sam first thought after sex he's always checking on you, making sure it felt good and your not sore. He is very gentle, cleaning you up and giving you anything you need before even thinking of himself.

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seungfl0wer · 8 months ago

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*I remember my 1st kiss*

Paring: Jisung x Reader (GN)

Genre: Pure Smut

Warning: Mentions of biting, Edging, Unprotected sex, cream pie, Friends to Lovers

This may not be suitable for everyone, this is your last warning.

This is the kinda jisung I think about a lot, it’s (Imo) a soft one here. Idk it’s just cute to me. He’s just cute to me idk man. I hope you enjoy!

-🩵

Getting bored sitting at your place you think to yourself “today’s a good day to go bother your bestie.” You know he’s not doing anything by his snaps of him sprawled out on the couch watching tv. You were already pulling up to his shared space when you texted him “hey you busy?” You could see him typing but before he could send it you were already waltzing through the door.

Saying hi to him as you came in he almost threw his phone at you letting out a screech “y/n what the fuck you trying to give me a heart attack?” He says whinging loudly. You laughed walking over to plop yourself down beside him “sorry sorry but I brought some snacks” you say dangling the bag in front of him. He huffs but takes the bag happily finding his favorites “listen I was board and you’re never doing anything so here I am to brighten your day!” You said with a goofy smile. “Oh definitely brightened it” he replied sarcastically.

“Han Jisung are you saying I don’t make your day so much better? My existence should make you just explode with happiness” you teased being dramatic garnering you an eye roll from him. “Well since you’re here we can watch that show we’ve been talking about” he said flipping through Netflix. You nod watching him scroll through the app. You know he was quite beautiful. Those cute boba eyes of his, his cute marshmallow like cheeks and that gorgeous smile of his.

Jisung might have been your friend for awhile but if he ever gave you the chance you’d happily take it. I mean who in their right mind wouldn’t?

You grabbed your drink sipping on it while he found the show, you guys had a list that neither of you could watch without the other. You remember you did one time and it was like you kicked his dog or something. He started the show sitting back into the couch getting comfortable. A episode in you were still struggling to get comfy “stop moving so much” he said eyes still glued to the tv. You rolled your eyes “fine” you said as you grabbed his arm draping it over you so you could rest your head on him.

You could feel his body tense a bit especially when your hand found its place on his bare knee. His words got stuck in his all he could muster was a soft “comfy?” You smiled contentedly nodding yes. You could see the soft pink blush across his cheeks which almost made you melt. It was so cute. He was so cute. As the show went on there was a kissing scene you made a remark about “I remember my first Kiss” making a joke at how badly the kiss looked on screen.

Jisung tilted his head a bit “mine was awful” he stated “I don’t think I’ve had an actual kiss” he continued which shocked you honestly. He was such a handsome man how could he not have girls falling over him. You looked up at him not even thinking of it your hand found it way to his cheek before pulling him into a kiss. It was deep kiss, you could feel the sparks form in your stomach hoping he would feel the same.

You were about to pull away but jisung chased you lips not wanting it to end. You happily continued to kiss him. You both swiftly moved it was almost like autopilot, you laid down as he laid between your legs on top of you. You both just having to most sensual make out session. Jisung hands began to wonder going under your shirt to softly play with your nipples. As he did your hands also wondered slowly rubbing him through his sweats. He quickly broke away from the kiss pushing his head into the crook of your neck letting out the sweetest little moans.

God was it ever hot, the sounds of his whimpers right by your ear had you soaked. You wanted ton ruin him, wanted to make him a mess. You quickly pushed his pants down just enough that you could with play with him properly. His cock was hard so flushed with red and so ready to explode. When he felt your hand on his cock you thought he’d cum right there. He started to hump into your hand with every movement the most sinful sounds left his lips “y/n-“ he panted out “cl-ose”. You grinned before taking your hand away.

He let out the most desperate whine hips moving to find any contact. You were gonna edge him good, wanting to make him cum hard. Putting your hand back on stroking him slowly before pulling away again feeling him twitch. “Y/n please” he begged but you were enjoying this. You ruined his orgasm a good 4 times before you yourself couldn’t take it anymore. Between his moans, him sucking so hard on your neck everytime you’d stop, the feeling of his cock so close to your heat you needed him. He wasn’t gonna last long at all but neither were you.

You whispered into his ear “wanna fuck me?” With that This man wasted no time. His legs were so shaky as he moved, he struggled taking off your pants almost falling as he took his own off. But he quickly took his position at your entrance. As he slowly pushed into your dripping heat, both of you moaned and groaned.

His body was plastered to you, arms wrapped around you as he fucked deep and sloppy. The moans escaping him sounded so heavenly brining you closer to your climax. His cock filled you so perfectly, he was hitting all of your spots. “Jisung- god you feel so fucking good. Fuck I’m gonna cum.” You screamed out digging your nails into his back as he bit down on your neck he was close to, you could feel it he was barely hanging on. The sound of you saying his name though drew him over the edge his legs started to stutter which made him hit your g-spot.

Your back arched, your legs shaking around him as you came all around his cock. He seemed lost in everything as his thrusts become fast but lazy as he came deep inside you. He plopped his body down onto you both of you heaving. Jisung clung to you tightly his face buried into your neck still. As your breathing calmed down you stroked the his head leaving little kisses on it. “That felt so good” he said breathily. You nodded “you felt really good” bringing his face up to kiss his nose.

He smiled but it faded quickly “Shit! Y/n! I came inside you!” The poor boy was frantic he thought for sure you’d be mad at him but you just kissed his nose again. “It’s fine Sung, I liked it anyways.” You giggled a bit. He smiled kissing you softly “y/n, can this mean we are dating? I’m tired of acting like I don’t love you” he said pausing realizing what he just said. “Oh, you love me do you?” You teased “well good cause I feel the same” you both smiled jisung wrapping his arms round you tightly. You both just stayed like that going back to where you left watching the show.

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noroi1000 · 2 years ago

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could i request a gojo x yn where yn is a famous supermodel while gojo is like businessman mafia and she meets him in a part for influential ppl and some rival of gojo attack the party to catch gojo but can't do it and to save y/n gojo takes her with him in a hurry to make sure she's fine ( bro fell in love at first sight while y/n doesn't really care bcs yk very hard to be impressed type of lady ) but a plot twist in this setting sort of is that there has been cases of many murders recently and the serial killer is impossible to catch ( the killer is y/- ok yes u get it but she killed them bcs she ruined her family or sum like that so our baddie is taking revenge ) well this is a dark theme dark romance request so yep ofc there's dark content and no one knows abt y/n's past at all despite her status no matter how hard they try and gojo after taking her makes her stay with him bcs she's one of the few ppl who saw his face so for privacy purposes and gojo barely finds out abt y/n's "dark deeds" when she throws hints playfully ( she's kinda devious morally grey sort of woman ) and idk what to add much more honestly but yea a smexy romantic love story ( SUB GOJO PLEASE 🙏😍😩 ) and gojo brings her a person to kill every year on her bday bcs she feels "stabby" ( mindfuck book series ref if ykyk ) also ofc y/n continues her career as a supermodel bcs 💅🏼👠. as another personal preference don't make y/n younger as it's uncomfy to me so yeah jsjdndbdnfn

whew this was quite a lot

have a good day !

Beautiful Vengeance

cover by @blvckryx my advisor and friend

paring: Mafia boss Gojo x model reader (killer)

words: 4,7k

warnings: murders, violence, guns, some kidnaping, smut (sub Gojo/dom reader)

Your mother always wanted you to have a good life. That's why when you told her you wanted to be a model when you grow up, she supported you as much as she could. To give you what you might need to make your dreams come true.

Your career took off when you were a teenager. When you were 16, you won a modeling contest, and your name made headlines.

And because you took the victory from one person, your life was about to end...

You competing with a girl whose family was more important than yours. You won anyway thanks to your innate charm, which made you stand in the first place and people considered you a beautiful, future model.

Thanks to this, your career could continue to roll and grow. And you couldn't take that chance.

You've worked so hard. You were the pride of your parents.

But your only opponent was a spoiled female dog who after losing to you all she wanted was to get rid of you.

She was the niece of mob boss Q. A man going by the name Q, who made his living by killing people for hire, dealing drugs and weapons. Even human trafficking. His mafia teams were everywhere.

You didn't know about it until you saw a group of people enter your house.

You were in your room then, and you heard screams and sounds of fighting.

As you quickly made your way down to your parents' living room, all you saw was pools of blood covering the soft carpet.

And three people dressed in black with black masks on their faces. In their hands bloody knives that they used to make your parents lie on the floor with open but dead eyes.

You were sad. You were afraid. You lost your parents. You wanted to cry over their loss. They were everything to you. They loved you, you loved them. You could have lived with them 16 years of your life. And now... It's all over.

Or you die and join them. To shorten your suffering.

But something else popped into your mind. To make them suffer.

You could have died at their hands, or you could have gotten revenge for your parents by killing them.

And you want revenge for the destruction of your life...

So you silently walked over to the cupboard until the opponents saw you, and unscrewing the bottle you let the water flow out of the plastic, soaking the entire floor where one of the people was standing.

You smashed a nearby lamp on his head and stabbed him with the sharpened glass at the end. Throwing the damaged item onto the wet floor, you jumped back quickly, letting his body quiver with the current coursing through him.

You hit the other's neck with your elbow, pulling his head back until you heard a crack.

Such easy ways to kill someone...

You've already killed two people with your own hands. Even if the metallic, disgusting smell of blood was nauseating.

Before you were stabbed by the last man, you took the knife from the dead body, and plunged the bloody blade into his chest.

While his body was still moving, he managed to scratch your head with the tip of the knife, just above the ear. Cutting off some of your shiny hair. Making your ear and the side of your neck covered in drops of blood.

The man in front of you writhed in pain as you pushed the knife hilt towards him, holding the knife in it. Stuck in his sternum in the chest.

Even though you saw the fear of death in his eyes, you felt no regret. Even if he cried and looked at you pleadingly, you showed no mercy.

Just like they had no mercy for your parents.

As he fell to the floor, the knife fell out of his chest, staying in your hand. Covering your hands in scarlet liquid.

When he was twitching and moving away with the last strength, you just walked over to him, and sitting on his stomach, you drove the knife into his heart, slowly watching the life fade from his eyes.

You felt your pajamas soaking in warm sticky blood. However, you didn't let go of the blade as you walked over to your parents and hugged them, not caring how dirty and bloody you were. You slowly and gently closed your eyes and left the house. Heading to a place where you know where a girl used to live surrounding herself with people with "Q" marks on their clothes.

There was a calm expression on your face as you walked straight down the runway, focusing on going perfect. The flashes of the flash bouncing off your eyes. The outfit you're wearing looks so good on you. One of the collections of one of the most famous fashion designers has been selected for you. Alternating with two other models, you go out there, showing the clothes on your body for less than a minute. A then you go back to change into your next outfit, and leave when it's your next turn.

It was your job.

You like it. You are a famous model.

And you don't mind that people only look at what your body looks like.

You go to clothes exhibitions, you take part in advertisements for clothes, cosmetics, nail polishes, jewelry. You are the face of many advertisements.

A lot of people who hire you choose you because you're sexy. And there is mystery in you. And your eyes show killer sexiness.

Your pose is flawless, sophisticated.

Everyone who knew you talked about this mystery in photos and videos. Something obtained without photomontage and without any additional make-up.

And Dark Beauty when you're seen in the ads for the blood red collection. Everything from lips to nails was a rich red.

That color just reminded you of what had happened over the years of your life. You don't care as long as no one knows about it.

Besides, your revenge isn't quite complete yet.

When you were 16, you swore revenge on those who hurt your family and you. You are 23 now. You are a famous model that neither the media nor anyone knows the whole truth about.

Nobody knows anything about your childhood, nobody knows anything about your past.

"Our killer only kills those from Q? Pretty good..." the white-haired man muttered, looking at the lists of names killed by one person this month. Three people. He couldn't feel sorry for these people. Each of them had the symbol of the Q family. How could he worry about the death of his enemies?

"Gojo-san, there's going to be a fashion show party soon with Q's boss."

He looked at the man who had spoken to him.

He stood up, adjusting his white shirt, adjusting the collar. He put on a black jacket and black glasses hiding his face.

"I couldn't miss it. Let's get together, guys. Time to bust some Q's heads."

Upon arrival, Gojo sat in a chosen spot next to the raised stage for models.

Soon after, the lights all around went out. The stage was lit.

This made it difficult for them to find their target.

So they decided to wait until the main banquet and party started to catch their enemies then.

Those who hinder his mafia cannot exist. Creating a business is a daily routine for the great "Six Eyes. And when people who have contracts with him are suddenly found dead with a "Q" burned into their skin, he can't sit idly by.

When he watched the fashion show, he thought it was everything he had seen before. All models the same, with fake smiles, with everything to make them even more attractive to the viewer. In none of them, in his opinion, was one whose eyes reflected the soul. And Six Eyes draws attention to human eyes. He knows people's eyes when they show fear or anger. When they show emotion. According to him, there was nothing interesting in the eyes of these women.

Until you came out from behind the curtain, walking calmly ahead. In an elegant black dress.

Your face showed a certain coldness, but warm at the same time. Your eyes were so mysterious.

White hair caught your attention, and you looked at him once.

And then, the mysterious darkness in your eyes made his heart beat faster.

Despite your emanating true model face, coupled with a nice façade, he felt your beauty was deadly. And he liked it very much. Mysterious danger.

A beautiful cat that can scratch her claws at any time. Even to death.

His eyes sparkled behind his glasses as he felt a little blush appear on his cheeks.

It was the first time he fell in love with someone at first sight.

No... It was the first time he truly fell in love. And he didn't want to lose this chance.

That's why he memorized as many details of your face as possible to catch you at the party after the fashion show. Because he sincerely hoped you'd be there.

Even if this party here may be bloody and trashed tonight.

But the moment everyone heard a few shots and one man fell to the floor lifeless, Gojo knew that this was no time for love or fun for him.

After all, he came here to get rid of enemies in an easy way.

And the orders to anyone who came with him said only: "If you see someone from Q, shoot without hesitation. They're definitely here."

All the people panicked and started to run.

And then each of them took out a gun and started shooting at the enemies.

When the white-haired man saw that you were standing behind the curtain on the stage, without a moment's thought he ran ahead, jumped on the platform and pulled you on his shoulder, to sit behind a meter high and shoot to protect you. His goal in sight has already killed three opponents today.

"What're you-?!" You screamed as you pulled away from him.

You already had a plan to approach one of the Q's from behind and slit his throat!

And he interrupted you.

"Don't be afraid, you won't die." He said to you.

You couldn't see his eyes clearly through his glasses. But you know he's not a cop.

You are in the middle of a fight between mafias.

Arrows started raining in your direction and he then quickly pulled you in front of him, making you kneel in front of him, and he lowered your head to his chest as he bent down so they wouldn't shoot him.

As he knelt, leaning forward, you were underneath his body. That's how he protected you.

You don't know why he did it. But you guess there's a deeper meaning to it.

It was the first time anyone protected you. It was nice of him. Because that man didn't even know you. You only looked at each other once during the show. Few minutes ago!

When there were fewer shots in your direction, you crawled out from under his chest, heading around the narrow stage.

And you, too, reached into your thigh and pulled out a folding knife.

Ignoring the screams of the white-haired man behind you and the shots, you kept walking. Until you finally saw a man with a "Q" tattoo on his neck.

You literally felt the knife sharpening in your hand and you quickly walked over to him without making a sound and smashed the knife into his neck. And then to the side of the head.

You quickly pulled away and sheathed the knife to check for blood. Fortunately not.

You were pulled to your feet by the same man who tried to save you right after all the shots had stopped.

You looked at his face without glasses.

You noticed the beauty and unique vigor of the eyes.

You heard another shot.

You looked to the side to see a dark haired man firing a gun at a man who was sitting with his back against the stage to make sure he was dead. With his head on the side. Because of this, no one could see the hole in his temple and neck, which is why he died.

"That's everyone. None of them managed to escape." He said, addressing the white-haired man. "What about her? Shoot? You don't have glasses."

He pointed the barrel of the gun at you.

You'd love to fight. If only that guy's hands weren't on your shoulders.

"She saw my face, huh... It's okay. We're taking her with us." He said with a smile.

"What?!" you shouted pissed off.

"Baby, you couldn't see my face. It's not against the rules of my Mafia. No one except those closest to me has seen my face or knows my real name. According to the rules, I should kill you or lock you up so you don't tell anyone. However, killing you would be a great loss. You're so beautiful and you got me curious... I don't want to kill someone I fell in love with."

"...Hold on!" You screamed as you pushed him, but he only held you tighter.

"Come on. I just have to admit there's something mysterious about your eyes. What you show on stage is not the real you, is it?"

"Fuck off!"

"Aw, honey..." he mumbled sadly.

He started to drag you by the wrist to the car. And even though you kept leaning against you, when the other man helped him to immobilize your arms, you were put in the car and he got in right behind you. The door was closed.

You noticed the black window in front of you, separating you from the driver.

That's good. Maybe you can kill him.

When he looked away for a moment, you put your hand under your dress, pulling your knife from the belt on your thigh, and suddenly jumped into his lap, putting the blade to his throat.

"Hey, baby, this is how you repay me for helping me? Understand that these are the rules we have." He said with a smile, hands raised in front of you.

"I could handle myself." You growled.

"Such a dangerous, beautiful woman. What part is the real you?"

"Who are you?! Someone from Q?!"

"Slow down a bit. Actually, it's like I'm taking you, so I should be the one asking the questions. But okay. I'm Six Eyes. Mafia boss. And when it comes to Q, I'm their biggest adversary."

You wondered if you should trust him. He didn't seem threatening now. Also, there was no Q anywhere here.

Holding the knife to his throat, you hesitated for a moment on what to do.

This caused his hands to quickly pull you down to the seat. His both hands held your wrists while his hips touched your ass as you lay on your stomach.

"If I was from Q, I'd rather kill myself than be there. And besides, everyone from Q would pay no attention to anything. They would just tie you up, rape you, kill you, and then dump your body in a ditch. Did I do that?"

"If you tried, I'd castrate you." You growled.

"Dangerous. I like it. However..." he let go of your wrists and sat in his place, giving you space. "I don't know if you could do something for me. I must admit your ferocity and hostility is strong. But let's say I'm the Mafia boss and you're the model."

"Do not underestimate me..."

"So tell me, (y/n) (l/n), why shouldn't I underestimate you? Tell me something about you. Because you are famous, but your biography is not known by anyone."

You were locked up in the large villa that was his home for several days. Why? Because he didn't want to lock you up in your old garages. He didn't want you gagged and bound while you sat there for who knows how long.

Your relationship was closer because you liked him. However, there was still some tension between the two of you.

Him, the annoying, selfish asshole and egotist who spoke to you the way he wanted to, and always came in when you least expected it.

He was able to come to you in the bathroom while you were taking a bath.

And he joined you.

That's why things became intimate between the two of you quickly, even though you weren't even a couple. You could just be considered friends now.

And you both liked the relationship you already had.

Nothing changed for the next two weeks.

It doesn't matter how many times you hit him with a pan until he finally let you go.

Of course he didn't because he acted like a child after being hit on the head with a pan. He pretended to cry.

You took good care of him and checked him for any head injury. Everything was fine. So you didn't have to worry.

And then he wouldn't let you get out of bed, wanting to make you feel guilty for doing it.

He was lying on your stomach, making you rub and stroke his head because it hurt. And it was your fault.

You apologized to him, and what else were you supposed to do?

It was your revenge for him locking you in here. And for skipping one of the most important performances where you were supposed to show clothes on stage. However, you couldn't complain, because as compensation for your lost money, you received from him a wardrobe worth half a year of your work. Or even more.

If only he was still good at sex, then you wouldn't complain so much. Because your partners were terrible. It's as if they couldn't do anything.

Besides, you've also been given a luxurious house that you have to live with him anyway.

"Come on. I already apologized to you..." you said, running your fingers through his white hair.

"But it hurt..." he said, pretending to cry.

"You don't even have a trace of it. There isn't even a bump on your head."

"But it still hurt...

"You've probably watched the ball through your opponents more than once, right?"

"Not at all..."

"You're in the mafia, Satoru..."

So yes, he told you his real name with the idea that you can't leave him and leave his house anyway. So your names were used by you on a daily basis.

"I've been in the mafia since my mother gave birth to me. I took it from my father... Besides, nobody ever shot me. Because I shot faster and more accurately than they did. When I was 15 I killed a spy who was looking for our weak point in our defense." He laughed, purring as your fingers swirled in his hair.

"So you had a bloody childhood too?"

"I doubt you shot anyone when you were a teenager." He laughed. "How old are you anyway?"

"I'm 23." You replied.

"Same as me! You see? We are made for each other!" He stood up suddenly, looking at you with sparkles in his eyes.

"Apparently you have a headache." You laughed as you saw him quickly lay down on top of you again. "Come on. Come, let me stroke you a little more."

"Which means you had a bloody childhood?"

"Do you really want to know? Don't you prefer that I leave my mysterious eyes?"

"You're smart and cold, or so you think. At fashion shows and commercials, you change it to a mysterious and sensual façade. However, you can care for someone else."

"I hit you with a pan. Is this supposed to be taking care of someone?"

He laughed slightly.

"It was different. Because I don't forbid you to be aggressive. I understand that you hate me. But now you're stroking and hugging me. You wash me while I wash you. We are not such enemies. Can you say we're lovers?"

"I don't know. But when I was 16, I also did something that probably no other model has ever done." You laughed.

He looked at you for a moment, analyzing what you said.

And 7 years ago, almost 10 people were murdered. And from that moment on, the murders of everyone in the Q group and family began. Starting with some of the closest ones from the family of the boss himself.

And these murders continue to this day. The murderer is impossible to catch because no one knows who he is. The gender of this person is unknown. No one knows what his goals are in these murders.

"This knife... You..." He looked at you questioningly.

"I have a knife scar under my hair. And the blood stains are washing off the skin." You said softly. "You can beat me if you know the truth now. If you think I'll be in the way or I shouldn't kill people like them. But remember that if you try, I will try to protect myself."

"You know it doesn't matter to me We may even be partners in crime. Because this is the woman I fell in love with at first sight." He hugged you, holding you tight.

Your actions for revenge are not ridiculed by him. On the contrary. He supports it.

And he promises that everyone from Q will die.

Because he fell in love with mysterious dark eyes. Eyes that from the beginning hid something murderous. So beautiful.

Just like all of you.

Your relationship was like lovers and enemies at the same time.

Or was it more like partners in crime now?

Dark lovers who don't care about the lives of their enemies. You has a mafia boss, the famous Six Eyes, wrapped around your little finger.

You guided him. His heart.

Such a powerful man was so small and sweet to you. So submissive.

That's why you could give that big little boy what he wanted.

You were still riding his cock until you were out of breath that night.

Or rather, his breath.

When you wonder if he's good at sex, you thought he was going to be average.

However, it is different.

He has a big nice dick.

It really stretches you out. It goes so deep. It hits all the best places.

You could barely feel the thin condom against his thick length as your pussy slid over him, lovingly inviting him into your tight warmth every time you lowered your hips.

His arms were bound with the string you found. It felt so good in his muscles.

He couldn't move while you scratched his arms and bit his neck.

You were riding him, making him moan. His hips pushed upward to meet your warmth. Your hand on the back was catching his balls and you were squeezing the skin in your palm. You pinched his thighs. You ran your hands over his lower abdomen, running your fingers along the veins running down his pubic bone.

Your fingernails ran over his chest, occasionally grazing his nipples.

While riding him, you massaged your clitoris to make you come faster. And you smiled as you watched as his head was thrown back as he red-faced moaned at the feeling of your pussy sucking him. His chest heaved rapidly.

His cock twitched inside you.

And then you pulled it out of you, leaving it out in the air. Only with a thin condom on it.

He moaned as your fingers tightened on the base of him, not allowing him to come.

It was his first ruined orgasm you gave him.

And you think he was always driving during sex. He was downstairs now, but he didn't protest. This guy just needed someone to dominate him the right way.

Very slowly and unbearably, you took the condom off him as the precum began to form a transparent puddle in the sperm reservoir.

Leaning down to his red cock, you kissed his head, listening as he moaned, his hips jumping as he felt a sudden touch against a sensitive part of his body.

He was so red and sensitive from a ruined orgasm. It was so cute.

You sat on his hips, and rubbed your pussy against his length, pressing his shaft against his muscular belly.

At the same time, you pulled his face down to your chest, doing something he always did when he saw you shirtless. You put his head in your breasts and he immediately started sucking on your nipples. Feeling the softness of your skin.

Soon after, he started moaning again and you stopped touching his cock again. If he wasn't tied up now, he would grab the length of it and start stroking himself to feel relieved. But alas, his hands were tied. There was nothing he could do and he was at your mercy.

You pressed your fingers against it again. Ensuring not one drop of his cum will come out of his tip. He couldn't come yet.

You want to see him throw his head back and moan when he wants to cum so much.

You sat on his cock when he didn't have a condom on, and he hissed through his teeth at the hot and tight feeling when he had nothing to separate your insides from his sensitive skin.

You grabbed the second condom and ripped open the wrapper. Only then did you get off of him, watching his wet tip drool.

You put the rubber all the way down his length, and then you sat on him again.

Warming his cock until his eyes were glassy and hazy and his face was so red.

As he threw his head back and his shoulders and hips trembled, wanting to start thrusting into you to come, you gave him some mercy.

You started jumping on top of him, smiling as you watched his heavy breathing and closed eyes.

The mighty mafia boss began to moan beneath you. And his ragged moans coupled with light sobs were the cause of his intense orgasm which was a combination of the three he was about to get. His thighs trembled as he came filling the condom inside you, the heat from his fluids pushing his sensitivity to the limit.

As you pulled him out of you, his cock fell soft against his stomach. You took the filled condom off him and tied it, putting the sticky rubber on his abs.

You lay down next to him, untying his hands, letting him pull your body against his.

Your nights together made him unable to resist you. So when you wanted to go back to your dream job, he had to agree.

Two people followed you across the city.

Even if he trusted you not to tell anyone.

He had your secret and you had his.

Little cameras in people's suits let him see what you were doing.

Well, he knew what you would do with those two.

Besides, he didn't feel sorry for them. They were two deserters who ran away from Q to join his mafia.

And he promised you that everyone who is or even was with Q will die.

That's why when he suddenly saw a pool of blood on the other side, he wasn't surprised and didn't even feel sorry for the two people.

Then he saw your face as you held the camera in one hand and your knife in the other.

"Not nice, Six Eyes ~. I don't like being followed. And we'll keep your punishment for that for later, Okay?"

When you said that, he felt a pleasant shiver that passed over his spine. And he couldn't wait for you to come home.

You were his dark queen.

His dark, beautiful queen will have her beautiful vengeance.

Because you will get everything.

Every year, on your birthday, he would take you to one place where the dirty work of killing was often done.

As a surprise, you got one or two high-ranking Q people.

Because his beautiful queen will always get what she wants.

So if you want revenge, you'll get it. In the best way for you.

You are his killer beauty. His deadly love.

#gojou satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader smut #Mafia boss Gojo #jjk #jjk x you #jujustu kaisen #gojo #jjk x reader #Sub Gojo

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mealodyd · 6 months ago

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The Summer of Love

Paring: Hyung line x Gn!Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff and i don't really know at this point (For the whole series)

Summary: For as long as you can remember you and you best friends went to a beach house ever summer. But this summer was different. You really didn't know what you were getting yourself into.

Authors note: This is my first story and first time writing so I might be a bit bad, but if you could get me some advice, I would love it. (I'm desperate) Also as I was reading this over again, I noticed that this is somewhat referenced from the show The summer I turned pretty but it will change very soon.

| Part one Part two

Finally, it was the time of the year that you have been waiting for SUMMER. You had just got out of sophomore year of college, and you couldn't be happier. Around 4 days ago your mother told you that she had plans so it meant that you had to go alone on your trip to the beach house, but you weren't mad about it.

You had been waiting for this moment since last summer ended. All you could think about was how your mom wasn't going to be there and that honestly made you feel better because who would want their mom telling them what to do on summer vacation?

5 hours later

You were all packed and ready to leave when you suddenly hear a honk outside. You didn't do anything because you didn't know if it was for you or not, so you just went back on your phone. That's when you get a call from one of your best friends Heeseung.

"Hello? "Is all you said because you were confused. "Hey y/n/n were outside right now" heeseung said excitedly "Ohh. That was you guys" you said awkwardly " alright let me get my stuff I'll be right down" you said as you hung up.

It didn't take you to long to get your stuff downstairs and into the car but when you went to the passenger seat which you knew was empty you were shocked. There was heeseung the one you were just on call with looking a lot better than he did last year. Since you all went to different school you only saw the 4 boys during the summer. You had locked in the back seat to see the rest of the boy on their phones, and they looked better than they did last year to "uhh-"

"Y/n are you gonna get in?"Heeseung asked you with a smirk. "Ohh yes duh sorry" you said with you head down as you get in the car.

"Y/n!" Somone screamed behind you which made you jump. You looked back to see the three-boy looking at you smiling. "Hey guys!" You said and they all said Hey. And just like that you guys made you way onto the road and to the beach house.

During the ride music was playing but you stayed quiet because it was late at night, and you were tired. Heeseung had noticed that and put his hand on your knee. You didn't think anything of it because he usually did that when you were tired which was weird at first, but you honestly got used to it as the time passed. That was until you felt his hand go even higher than usual. All you did was gasp and look over at his smirking face, but he didn't say anything and just stayed like that.

3 hours later

You were asleep by the time you got there and so were to boys in the back but heeseung woke everyone up. After getting your luggage from the car you went into the house you have been waiting for all year long. You immediately went into your bedroom.

As you were setting up your bed sheets Jay has suddenly yelled to everyone to come at dinner which was strange but decided to go downstairs anyway.

You made it down stair to the boys already eating at the dining table. You got yourself a plate of food and walked to your normal set that you always sat in for dinner. It felt weird with your mom not her. But you push that feeling away when jake had started to say something.

"Y/n you wanna stop by the beach after this?" Jake asked you, but before you could say anything jay spoke up.

"Jake there's a bonfire tonight and I don't want her going." Jay said looking at Jake and then looking at you " she's too young for that kind of stuff."

"I'm literally 2 years younger that you jay." You said" and you can't control where I go anyway"

"Just because your mom isn't here doesn't mean you can do whatever you want" jay told you.

"You know what jay, this is bullshit" you said angrily "I'm going to bed." You said as you took off leaving you full plate of food on the table.

Everyone was staring at you as you left.

"Dude just because her mom isn't here doesn't mean she can't go with us. "Jake said sad that they weren't able to go the beach.

Upstairs

You were on your phone after you had slammed your door shut. All you wanted to do was go to the stupid bonfire but nooo jay didn't allow you to because "you were too young". You were going to the party even if jay said no.

You have gotten off of your bed and went to your closet. You looked and found something that you think would be suitable for the bonfire. You were wearing a blue mini dress with small lace details.

You knew it was revealing but it's not like you cared.

You grabbed your phone and went out your bedroom door. The boys had already left except for heeseung because he didn't want to the party, but you didn't know that because you were in your room the whole time after barely eating your dinner.

You made your way to the stairs when you see heeseung coming out of his room in his pajamas.

You didn't know what to do as heeseung looked at you.

"Where are you going dressed like that?"heeseung asked you after a moment of silence.

"Why does it matter to you? "You asked. You didn't want to admit that you were trying to go to the boy's bonfire by yourself after jay had said no.

"Don't tell me you're trying to sneak out to go to the bonfire."

How did he know?

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"What else who you be trying to sneak out for its no like you have a boyfriend to go to also not like you really have any friends here either."

"You don't know that."

"Y/n everyone knows it ok." He said. "How about you get dressed into pajamas and come chill with me in my room. Yeah?" He suggested.

"Alright fine. "You said as you went to go get dressed

You knocked on Heeseungs door and to your surprise it opened right away. You look up to see him smiling down at you and letting you in. You found it kind of funny that you knew he was standing at the door waiting for you.

You walked in and jumped onto his bed. He turned on the projector in his room and you eventually picked out a movie to watch. He plays the movie and comes to lay down next to you. You both cuddled up into the blanket and started watching the movie. You really wanted to watch fear street 1994 because it was one of your favorite move series.

You don't even know how longs it's been since you came into Heeseungs room, but you ended up falling asleep during the second fear street and Heeseung had to wake you up because the boy had come home from the bonfire, and he wanted to get up anyway. You did end up going downstairs to greet the boys only for Jay to give you a weird look. You really didn't know why you gave you that look but you just acted like it didn't really happen and went back upstairs to your room.

You woke up to the smell of pancakes coming from downstairs and you already knew that Jay was cooking breakfast for everyone. You got up to go to the bathroom and then went downstairs to the kitchen and sat down on the stool

"Is breakfast almost done?" You asked because you were starving after not eating anything last night. "Yeah, its almost done." Jay said without looking at you " Of and can you wake up the boys and tell them that its almost ready?" Jay asked you but you really didn't want to, but you still got up anyway because you didn't want the boys too starve. " Yeah sure."

You got up from the stool and went back upstairs to Sunghoon's door. You knocked and went in and saw him sleeping. You woke him up easily because it wasn't very hard to wake him up, you told him that breakfast was almost done and went to Jakes door and did the same thing but this time it was a little harder to wake him up because he was the deepest sleeper out of all of us. Last but not least was Heeseungs room. You knocked and went inside to see him sleeping.

You didn't even know how long you were staring at him until you noticed him looking back at you because him door opening caused him to wake from his slumber. "You good y/n?" Heeseung asked looking at you to see any signs of you being weird. You snapped out of you starting" Oh! Yeah, I'm fine just wanted to tell you that breakfast was almost done!" You were so embarrassed by what you just did that you sprinted out of the room and went back downstairs.

Everyone was sitting at the table waiting for the two of you and that's when you sat down. You were waiting for Heeseung to come down because you mom always taught you guys to wait for everyone to be at the table to start eating because it was more polite.

Heeseung sat down after taking a little to much time to even come downstairs. As soon as he sat down Jake went for the food. Everyone was eating when Jay had said something. "Since none of our parents are here yet i think we should throw a party tonight." Just hearing that made you excited because your mom whenever she was here never let you go on party because you were her little girl.

"I'm not mad at the idea but what about y/n?" Sunghoon soon said after. "What do you what about me I'm aloud to go to the party its litterly in the house I'm living in for the summer." You were honestly confused on why Sunghoon said that in the first place. "Well I don't really know if your mom would like that." was that really all Sunghoon was going to say? "First of all, my mom's not here and impretty sure you're not going to be telling any of the parents anyway." You were pretty angry at the fact that Sunghoon still thought of you that way even after you've grown up.

"Come on guys she is right we Arnt dumb enough to tell the parents anyway so what's the point of not letting her go to the party it's not like there's anywhere else for her to go." Heeseung was actually standing up for you.

"Your right" Jay said "But if I find out she does something that could end up getting her hurt then Shes not allowed to be at the party anymore."

"So, I can go now?" You asked, "Yes but remember what I just said." Jay answered\

You were so excited for you first party of the summer.

#jake smut #sunghoon smut #jay smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #enha #heeseung smut #jake enhypen smut #jake enhypen #lee heeseung #enhypen heeseung

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rollercoasterwords · 7 months ago

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ohhh can we hear about some of the deaths you thought for james???

sure! i’ll put it under a cut tho i feel like this might get a bit long lol

so when i first started writing the fic (at least, as soon as i realized it wasn’t just gonna be a werewolf fighting ring & was gonna turn into a team-up w the order horcrux hunt etc) i decided pretty much immediately that i wanted to have james be ~the chosen one~ in a callback to canon, and at first i decided that there would be a final battle with voldemort and he would die during that. initially, i wanted to have voldemort kill him, and i was actually playing around w the idea of having remus then become ~the chosen one~ by killing voldemort…potentially in wolf form for fun <3 this was still early on in the fic & my writing style is very “i’ll cross that bridge when i come to it” so it was all half-baked ideas and no solid plan; i just knew i wanted to build up james as this character who’s spent his whole life as The Chosen One and then ultimately fails when the time comes to kill voldemort. w this initial idea i was picturing like a big dramatic battle scene involving the whole order & like an army of death eaters etc.

then while i was still pretty early on in the fic i was like wait…what if james DOESN’T die during the face-down w voldemort and instead gets killed after everything’s over and it seems like the order has won by a kid whose sibling was a death eater caught in the crosshairs…and i went back & forth a little bc i was like how would that work w my current plan…but then i talked to my twin abt it & we were both like yeah that’s a lot more devastating than him getting killed by voldemort in a big final battle bc like. it emphasizes the violence of war even in a conflict where there’s an obvious Good Guy and Bad Guy, and it’s a really great symmetry of james getting killed by a kid who is essentially a younger version of him—distraught over the death of a family member and determined to seek vengeance and kill The Bad Guy, etc. also means james dies not as a hero fighting evil but as someone else’s villain, again emphasizing that the idea of heroes and villains in the first place just isn’t as black and white as we’d like to believe.

so from there i was like ok he’s gonna get killed by some kid instead of voldemort. was still playing around w the idea of remus actually being the chosen one but knew either way that voldemort would successfully be killed in some big final battle…then as the fic progressed and i got closer to writing that actual scene i was like. hm a lot of this actually doesn’t work…

like once i actually started having to figure out details abt the horcrux hunt etc and all that i was like. ok honestly i don’t think voldemort can properly buy the fact that sirius just got left behind and obliviated…so it made sense to have the final snake horcrux be a trap set by voldemort, meaning the final battle/showdown had to take place in the ministry, which meant it couldn’t be this big Final Battle i’d originally pictured. and at first i was still planning to have at least the main group all go in together, but then i was like no i already raised the stakes by having them break in once security has to be better now…so then i was like alright just james & sirius. and back when i’d introduced peter & decided he was gonna be a minor character i’d decided i wanted it to be his sibling who kills james in a fun little canon callback of peter being the cause of james’ death, so peter had to be there too…so it ended up being just this pared down group of voldemort, peter, james, and sirius.

& then i was like ok they can have a final battle where james beats voldemort but i still wanted it to at least seem like he was gonna lose for a bit…and then i was like ugh i like the idea of him actually losing like i couldn’t let go of the idea of having The Chosen One fail to actually kill voldemort. but i was like i don’t think i want sirius to then be the one to succeed…and then i was like hmm what if dorcas was the chosen one & that made everything click bc it allowed me to write the failure i wanted for james, make dorcas a more important character, and also bring up more questions abt the prophecy, fate, the chosen one trope, etc. so i decided to go that route! & then i was like how will james fail & why is peter there & that led to the idea of some kind of runic trap w the veil. & then i was like wouldn’t it be cool & creepy if the veil was alive & some sort of eldritch beast instead of just like. a doorway. and it was eating people <3 so i did that

so yeah! very big change in the final product compared to my initial idea but i’m really happy w how it turned out—i feel like i was able to fit in all the core components i really wanted, which were basically

1) everyone thinks james is the chosen one but he’s not (+ larger questioning & breakdown of the chosen one trope)

2) james gets killed anticlimactically not by voldemort in a heroic final battle but by the younger sibling of a faceless death eater he killed on the way to voldemort, and it happens right when everything seems to be fine

#ask #wfrau

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hairsprayqueen28 · 4 months ago

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Regret

Summary: Ponyboy hurts Johnny out of anger.

Warnings: None

Parings: Ponyboy and Johnny

It was early in the afternoon as shouts were heard from outside the Curtis household. Nosy neighbors who lived close to their house heard the commotion and stepped outside their homes to listen. It sounded like Darry and Ponyboy were at it again. Which was honestly no surprise. Those two have been fighting a lot ever since their folks died.

“I’m sick of you always getting pissed at me! I didn’t do anything wrong! It was an accident!” Ponyboy hollered at Darry from across the living room.

“You don’t use that head of yours! That’s what you did wrong! You don’t think Ponyboy!”

Sodapop, who was sitting quietly on the couch, let out a long sigh and buried his face into his hands. Not this shit again. This all started because Ponyboy accidentally started a small fire on the kitchen stove that morning by using too much oil to fry some bacon and Darry lost it.

Ponyboy clenched his teeth and snatched his purple hoodie from off the couch’s armrest ready to head out.

“I can’t stand this damn house sometimes and you! When I turn 18 I’m leaving this place!”

“Why don’t you leave right now! There’s the damn door!” Darry roared, grabbing a beer bottle from off the coffee table and throwing it at it causing glass to fly everywhere. Sodapop jumped up when he felt some shards hit him and carefully dusted it off his person.

Ponyboy stormed past Darry, bumping his shoulder against his, and out the door slamming it behind him as he marched down the street, ignoring the stares from his neighbors. He’s had it with Darry getting angry at him over every little thing. He's tired of being treated like a little boy and not the teenager that he is. When he hits adulthood, he’s definitely getting out of that house. While he loves Darry, he sometimes wished he would give him more independence and stop being so short with him.

Pony threw on his hoodie and stuffed his hands into the pockets keeping his head down as he walked. Not paying attention to his surroundings, Ponyboy nearly fell to the ground when he bumped into someone and just gave the person a silent apology and kept going. Johnny, who was just leaving his house after another shouting match with his mother, saw Ponyboy sulking through the streets and ran up to him. Ponyboy heard Johnny call his name and saw him approaching, but ignored him. He didn’t want to be bothered by anyone right now. Including his best friend. Johnny slowed down once he reached Ponyboy’s side and walked with him with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey, Pone. What’s up?”

Silence was met until Ponyboy felt his jaw clenching and forced himself to talk to Johnny.

“Not much. Just going for a walk.”

“Want to go to the DX and hang out? I saved up some money from that Poker game me and Dally had and I’ll buy us some cokes.”

“No. I just want to walk around for a bit.”

Johnny heard the irritation in his voice and gave him a slight look of concern. He wanted to ask him what’s wrong and offer support if necessary. Johnny pulled one of his hands out of his jacket pocket and placed it gently on Ponyboy’s shoulder, making him tense, and gave it a squeeze.

“Are you alright, Ponyboy? You look kind of mad.”

Ponyboy let out a sigh and shook Johnny’s hand off his shoulder. He was trying to swallow his anger down for fear he might lash out at Johnny. Which is the last thing he wanted to do. That kid goes through enough at home on a daily basis.

“I’m fine, Johnny. Just a lot on my mind. That’s all.”

Johnny stared at him for a moment before turning his head to look at the ground. He knew Ponyboy was lying and wasn’t really fine. Something in him told him not to ask anymore questions, but he ignored it and turned to look at Ponyboy again.

“You’re not fine, Pone. You’re awfully quiet and something is bothering you. Tell me what’s wrong, man.”

Ponyboy inhaled and exhaled through his nose in irritation. What he’s going through is none of Johnny’s business and he can’t make him and Darry get along. Turning his head to Johnny, he gave him a look that made him back away a bit.

“I said I’m fine, Johnny. Stop studying me and just mind your business.”

Johnny let out a soft sigh and tried again this time, putting some more force into his voice.

“We’re best friends, Pony. We’ve been best friends since childhood. If something is going on, you can tell me. I just want to help you.” Ponyboy let out a hard sigh and stopped in his tracks.

“I know we’re best friends Johnny, but I don’t feel like talking. Now stop wanting to know what’s wrong with me and let's just walk in silence, okay?” Johnny shook his head at that.

“No. If you’re going to be like this the whole day Pone, then I’m not going to stop asking what’s wrong. I don’t care if you get angry at me.”

Ponyboy let out a huff and continued walking this time a little faster. Johnny quickly matched his speed and kept trying to have Ponyboy talk to him.

“For the last time Johnny, I don’t feel like talking! Shut your trap and leave me alone!”

“Pony please man! I just want to help!”

“Well you can’t help! What I’m going through is something you can’t fix!”

Johnny reached out and grabbed Ponyboy’s wrist trying to stop him from going any further. Ponyboy let out a soft growl and tried to pry his wrist out of Johnny’s grip which was pretty strong for such a skinny kid.

“Johnny...let me go.”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“I said let go!”

“Ponyboy please.”

Ponyboy felt himself getting angrier and curled his free hand into a fist getting ready to strike Johnny if he did not let him go.

“Johnny, I'm warning you..”

“I’m not letting you go man.”

“Johnny…”

“Darry did something, didn't he?”

Without hesitation, Ponyboy swung his fist hard into Johnny’s cheek, right on his scar, with enough force to make him let go of his wrist and fall to the ground. Johnny cradled his throbbing cheek in pain and tasted metal in his mouth. Spitting on the ground, he saw it was blood. Johnny looked up at Ponyboy who was red in the face and trembling with anger. He slowly backed away from him now afraid, his anger reminding him of his father when he went on one of his many drunken rages. Ponyboy started to simmer down once he realized what he had just done. Ponyboy looked at his fist and at Johnny in horror.

“J-Johnny…I..”

Ponyboy dropped to his knees and stared at his fist with guilt. He couldn’t believe he had hurt his best friend. Not once has he ever hit Johnny, even when they got into arguments. Tears burned his eyes as he looked at the small trail of blood on the corner of Johnny’s mouth and the slight fear and pain in his eyes. Swallowing thickly, Ponyboy shakily held out his arms and beckoned Johnny to come to him.

“Come here, buddy..”

Johnny stayed where he was and wiped at his eyes feeling them sting with tears. Ponyboy crawled over to Johnny, ignoring the stares of the people walking by, and cautiously wrapped his arms around his body pulling him onto his lap. Johnny tensed as Ponyboy held him like this and felt his head being pressed against his chest. Delicate rubs on his arm made the tension go away and he looked up at Ponyboy whose eyes were slightly red from crying.

“Johnny, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Ponyboy said, as he gently pushed Johnny away from his chest to wipe away the blood on his mouth with the cuff of his sleeve.

“I-It’s okay, Pone. I deserved it. I was being a pain in the ass.”

Ponyboy shook his head, guiding Johnny’s head back to his chest and started to rock him in his arms. People around them stopped to stare with mixtures of confusion and sympathy and Ponyboy shooed them away with a wave of his arm telling them to keep walking. Of course they went about their business and Ponyboy looked back at Johnny who was resting calmly in his arms.

“No. You didn’t deserve it, baby. You were just trying to be a good friend. I was the one being a pain in the ass for not wanting to tell you what’s wrong with me.”

Johnny lifted his head off Ponyboy’s chest and wrapped his arms around his torso giving him a tight hug. Ponyboy returned the hug and rubbed Johnny’s back affectionately.

“I’m sorry for grabbing your wrist like that Pone.”

“It’s okay, kid. I’m sorry again for punching you.”

The two stayed in each other’s embrace for a moment and separated. Ponyboy stood up while helping Johnny to his feet and the two continued walking. Johnny fished around in his jacket pocket for his smokes and lighter and pulled them out.

“Want a cigarette, Pone?”

Ponyboy nodded his head almost eagerly. He needed some nicotine after all that and gratefully took the cigarette from Johnny’s fingers.

“Thanks Johnnycakes.”

Johnny lit Pony’s cigarette up first before lighting his own and took a long drag. Ponyboy looked at Johnny and noticed the cheek he had struck was swollen. Guilt clawed at him again and Ponyboy lifted his hand placing it gently on Johnny’s cheek. Johnny flinched at the contact and turned his head to Ponyboy.

“How does your cheek feel?”

“Hurts like hell. You sure know how to swing Ponyboy,” Johnny said trying to lighten the mood.

Ponyboy’s eyes saddened as he caressed Johnny’s cheek with his thumb. I hope I didn’t inherit Darry’s temper. Ponyboy thought to himself. He pulled his hand away from Johnny’s face and took a drag of his cigarette.

“I’m sorry again Johnny. I’m never going to hit you again. I promise.”

“It’s alright, man. I forgive you.”

Ponyboy wrapped an arm around Johnny’s shoulders and decided to bring him back to his house to ice his cheek. He’ll talk with Darry once he gets there, but first he wanted to tend to Johnny.

“Lets go to my house and get an ice pack for your cheek.”

Johnny nodded his head. “Alright.”

The two turned around and headed back down the street to Ponyboy’s home. Once there, Ponyboy opened the door and saw the living room was empty. Ponyboy walked in with Johnny behind him and shut the door softly. Johnny situated himself on the couch while Ponyboy went to the kitchen to find an ice pack. He opened the fridge and pushed aside some beer bottles spotting it in the back. He grabbed the ice pack, shut the refrigerator door and made his way back to Johnny.

Ponyboy sat down next to Johnny and told him to brace himself. Johnny yelped when the ice pack made contact with his cheek and he shut his eyes tightly. Ponyboy held it there until Johnny’s cheek started to feel numb.

“Just keep it there,” Ponyboy instructed and let Johnny hold the ice pack to his cheek.

“Where’s Darry and Soda?” Johnny asked through chattering teeth.

“I don’t know. They probably went out. Darry did say this morning he was going to go grocery shopping sometime today.”

Johnny simply nodded his head and removed the ice pack from his cheek, placing it next to him on the couch. Ponyboy looked at his cheek again and sat closer to Johnny.

“Does it still hurt?”

“A little bit. The ice pack took away some of the pain.”

Ponyboy’s eyes hooded as he leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Johnny’s cold, swollen cheek. Johnny jumped in surprise at this and gave Ponyboy a confounded look.

“What was that for, Ponyboy?!”

Ponyboy pulled away and stared at his lap. “I-I’m sorry Johnnycakes. I just..I feel so much guilt for what I did that I wanted to kiss where I hurt you. Sorry if I weirded you out.”

“It’s okay, Pone. You didn’t weird me out. Just.. caught me by surprise. I won’t mind if you do it again.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine, man. Go ahead.”

Ponyboy lifted his hand and placed it on Johnny’s other cheek. He slowly pushed his head close to his face and gave his now cool cheek another kiss. Johnny shut his eyes and let his shoulder rest against Ponyboy’s chest. The feeling of warm lips pressing soft, deep kisses into his sore cheek soothed away the pain making a small smile spread across Johnny's face. Ponyboy pulled away some to whisper against Johnny’s ear.

“Does it feel better?”

“Kind of,” Johnny said in a relaxed tone.

Ponyboy was about to kiss his cheek again but froze when he heard the front door opening. The two jumped away from each other and saw Darry and Sodapop walk in with arms full of groceries.

“Hey Pony. Johnnycakes. Help me and Darry put this stuff away,” Sodapop said.

“Sure thing,” Ponyboy said, rising from the couch. Johnny stood up too and followed Ponyboy to the kitchen.

“I’m going to make hamburgers and fries for dinner. Do you want to stay, Johnny?” Darry asked, putting away a carton of eggs in the fridge.

“Sure. I’ll stay.”

Ponyboy smiled at him and slung an arm around Johnny’s shoulders. The two helped Darry and Soda put the groceries away and went back into the living room while Darry prepared dinner with the help of Soda.

“Ponyboy?” Darry called from the kitchen.

“Yeah?” Ponyboy stood up from the couch and walked back into the kitchen.

“I’m sorry about today buddy.”

“It’s alright, Darry. I’m sorry too.”

Darry smiled at him and gave his hair a ruffle. “Dinner will be ready soon.”

Ponyboy went back into the living room and sat down next to Johnny. Today was a rough day for the young greaser, but it worked out pretty well in the end.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #darry curtis #hurt/comfort #brotherly love #minor violence #fanfic

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dve · 9 months ago

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☕️ tamsyn muir

ohhhh hmmm i think tamsyn is a talented writer with a fun style who’s clearly done her time in the trenches of fandom space and is therefore understandably uninterested in engaging in certain elements of it. just being honest i don’t know much about her personally and frankly i don’t think i’m all that interested in knowing much about her! like she’s fine ig. i’m not saying death of the author or anything i just don’t think about her too much tbqh!

that said i think her ability to layer things in-text so that each subsequent reread is more intriguing than the last is really interesting, and while her prose is not my favorite (i think that really might go to seth dickinson honestly) among contemporary authors i think she really does have a certain je ne sais quois about the way she writes that wraps you up and doesn’t let you go, and then the book is finished. i think she’s got a dab hand at fleshing character dynamics out farther than any other author i can think of — it really does get complicated and i enjoy the way she complicates it even if in fandom these dynamics also get pared down for the sake of easy shippability or w/e (general statement not meant to be applied to any one ship just so we’re clear; the blorbofication of any little guy is inevitable in fan spaces and i get that)

if i had one major critique i really don’t love how tamsyn handles character descriptions especially pertaining to her nonwhite chars; i know gideon was published around a time when there was a lot of conversation around white authors and how they deal with race (for anyone wondering and about to send an ask about it i have seen the naberius tern monitor lizard post many times), and while i know she’s specified how she envisioned characters outside of the books i wish those descriptions were made manifest in the text more often. it could also be that some of that has to do with writing style and how she likes to approach things and maybe publisher interference or whatever idk but it leaves a gross taste in my mouth that i’ve talked about in private spheres before.

i really enjoy her stuff overall — i’ve read a few things written by her outside of the locked tomb and i think she’s a skilled writer and the way she establishes her worldbuilding is definitely fun in that it lets people sort of grab it by the horns and go crazy without like. authorial interference if that makes sense. like i enjoy the lack of clarity and rules to a degree and i think it takes a certain finesse to be able to do that without having the books feel messy or inconsistent

send ☕️ + a topic and i’ll share my thoughts on em 💗

#mine #thanks aster! mwah

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theqreatorsworld · 7 months ago

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1,2,4, and 6 for Ghost/Rose or Adler/Isabella for the oc relationship ask game 💖

You can choose from the two pairings, it's up to you my friend 👍

Hehehe my 2 favorite Oc x CC Parings

I would do both my OTPS featuring some short stories cause yess😍😍

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1. Who fell first? Who fell harder?

For 💀💕Ghost/Rose

When Rose first joined tf 141 the 1st person she sat next to is ghost, All ghost could think While Rose was smiling and glancing at ghost cause he looked so interesting by the mask is

💀:Why is this annoying small child here

but ghost then starts to notice Hailey more as both him and rose start to hang out and get partnered up more in missions as Ghost and rose start to care for each other during MWII, This is when Rose started to fall in love with Ghost first, and because of Simon Saving Rose While She fights off Comatose (In a future MW Fic) Rose saving Simon from getting kidnapped and tortured by Markovs Men (In another Future MW Fic). Simon realized that he is soon falling way harder than Rose falling in love with him first.

For🚬🔔 Adler/Isabella

While Isabella’s Brainwash when she first saw Adler he looked so nice and liked his scar,it looked cute on him as she asked about the scar and he said he got it from a tiger. The more that Adler and Isabella interacted more including missions,Just the two of them,The more that Isabella started to fall in love with Adler first.And speaking about missions, That’s her favorite thing when it’s just with her and Adler.

When it came to Adler he was the type of person who would not show affection for another person. But when it came to Isabella he started to fall in love with her harder. And when he shot Isabella up at Solovetsky Islands, that’s when his static character from the CIA Broke, as he realized he might have shot the love of his life in front of his eyes. So much that he then took her back to the safe house where a group of sergons from the CIA Took care of Isabella’s wound while Adler was just watching in regret. (In a future BOCW FIC)

2. Who is the one who fusses the most? Does their S/O mind very much?

For 💀💕 Ghost/Rose

Omg Rose would fuss so much to ghost and ghost would be okay about it and just listen to her haha

For 🚬🔔 Adler/Isabella

It would be Adler for sure 😭 Isabella would get annoyed but she would listen to him

4. Has either OC ever gotten a hickey off the other? What was their reaction?

For 💀💕 Ghost/ Rose

Actually yes

as rose and ghost were sharing one room with 2 bed as “just friends😉🥴” Ghost started to take his mask off as both Hailey and ghost started to sleep, Rose couldn’t sleep as ghost couldn’t sleep as well

💀:Can’t sleep Can you?

💕:Yea I really can’t haha

Simon went up and sat on roses bed as rose was just laying down. soon Simon then layed down next to her as they both faced each other and close since the bed wasn’t that big for her no for him yes, Anywayys ghost had to hold himself next to rose in order for him to not let himself fall off the bed and all he could just do and that and something else aka get his mouth next to roses neck and kissed it as rose can feel the sensation but she never said anything because she liked the sensation. The next morning she opened her eyes and woke up to ghost cuddling her, She got up and went to the restroom as she saw a scarlet thing on her neck, she realized that Simon gave her a hickey and she gets flustered.

For 🚬🔔 Adler/Isabella

Actully a lot haha

As Isabella was looking at the paper she turns around and sees Adler,

🚬:How’s it going

🔔:Ah honestly difficult

Adler and Isabella noticed that they were the only two people in the room as they were so close. Adler pinned Isabella to the wall and you know it,gives her a hicky

6. Who would ask the "would you love me if I were a worm?" question? How would their S/O answer?

For 💀💕 Ghost/Rose

Nahh since rose is a bubbly person she would definitely ask that to ghost and that ghost would say this

💕:Heyy Simonnn? One question

💀:What’s up Rosie?

💕:Would you still love me if I was a worm

💀:Honestly I don’t even fucking care what you are if still show how much I do

For🚬🔔 Adler/isabella

Isabella would for sure

🔔: Hey darling?

🚬:Yes what’s up?

🔔:would you still love me if I was a worm?

🚬:Actually I would even if your the ugliest human being or just a animal I would still do

#cod #isabella bell beaufourt #bell x adler #isabella x Adler #modern warfare #ghost x rose #simon ghost riley #russell adler #hailey rose quinn #call of duty

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penroseparticle · 8 months ago

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Penrose Song of the Day, Day 33: Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier

The triumphant return! It's back, baybee!!! There might even be 2 (or 3?!?!?!) of them!

I get along without you very well some other nights.

I took a break from these, for a bit. I was going through it, but I'm a little further in now. Would you believe this song is one of the reasons why?

I'm not alone, this song is hardly a sleeper. Anything with half a billion streams has something going for it. And Hozier? On the Hozier loving website? Daring today, aren't we? A dabble of appealling to the masses perhaps.

Not really. Appealing to me, maybe.

This song makes me cry. I don't know if I can articulate why.

I think part of it is just the sheer fun Hozier is having with dropping a different jazz reference in every line of this song. The sheer number of songs he weaves into this is breathtaking. You have very straightforward name drops like Chet Baker, Duke Ellington. But almost every line is either lifted from a Jazz song, references a Jazz singer, or does both. Hozier is someone who has been very clear, vocal, and celebratory of his references, inspiriations, and musical predecessors. There's a respect for and reverence for the black artists, the giants he is standing on the shoulders on. His genuine joy, his love of this music and desire to give back to it, to recognize it and give it flowers. It's something that moves me, a little. I'm moved.

The lyrics are a whole nother animal for me.

I'm almost me again.

I think the joy of poetry is telling a story with efficiency. To cut right to the heart of a feeling. Not to ride Hemingway's dick, but he was kind of onto something with the paring down of a story, the minimalist approach. Single brushstrokes defining mountains. Time and again we see brevity, paucity, terseness as something to be celebrated- when done successfully.

The way that a sentence sings when you know that's all you needed to write. Where adding another word, another pause, a fucking comma would ruin it. There's something there, in the same way that bombast and maximalism and the sheer overstuffed lived-in rococo over the topness can take some artworks to new unexplored heights. Just as with maximal works, where there's too much, and it bursts through with the joy of being, something simple can speak volumes to the lonely, stark truth.

I'm almost me again, she's almost you.

I love this song because this song is about recovery. This song is about getting better. This song is about hope, after darkness. It's about love, sure, and it's about the joy of music. But this song, at its core, is about a man learning, shakingly, how to be after something calamitous.

I've got some color back- she thinks so too. I laugh like me again.

He'll get there. He's going to get there. He can see it, hear it. There's sweet music playing in the dark.

The line that makes me cry every time though is "I get along without you very well some other nights". Because some nights I do get along without you! But not tonight. Not now. I don't know where to start. I'm lost in the dark, and I can hear that sweet music. But I'm only ALMOST me again. I'm not fully there yet.

The song is so bright, colorful (yet somehow sepia steeped, in my head. Hozier conjures a lot of warm, comforting, almost ruddy brown colors in my mind. Truly a sun dappled bonfire of a man, tbh). It's sad, but it's joyful. I think I hear it differently every time I hear it.

And honestly there is something so fulfilling to me when a song like THIS is popular. I love music for all tastes and all genres. A song can be a simple beat to dance to, a treatise on power, you can use it to wash a man out of your hair, to boogie all night long. To cry, to release to finally be clean. You can make music that challenges what a song or music even is, you can make music that is callibrated to the masses to appeal. You can do whatever you want with song.

But I think a song like this, doing well commercially, is my favorite thing. This song is personal. This song is referential, it's deferential. It's in dialogue with its influences and aware of where it came from. It's tongue in cheek and playful and smart and accessible. It's well constructed. It is, as close as one can get, at least for me, a perfect song.

And it sounds damn sweet too, not to mention.

I've hardly talked about the actual MUSIC of it and well, Hozier does not disappoint. It's snappy, it's percussive. There's a gospel feel to it with the backing vocals creating this aural wall behind the simple instrumentation. This song is just SO good, I don't know how to describe it. The guitar lead-in is intriguing and quirked up. The build is simple, clean, elegant. A lot of hand percussion, a simple kick drum. Some piano parts, as a little garnish. The song feels like something I could play with a couple friends. We have hands for clapping. We can stomp for the kick drum. I have a guitar, only one of us has to play! and singing this with other people would heal something inside me, I think. Democratized in a way that only something soulful can be- this song WANTS people to play it, for lack of a better explanation.

I can't say enough good things about this song. I know that everyone else in the world knows it is a good song. I know. But I love it. And listen. You could be dead right now. Go listen to something you love.

#fresh jamz #penrose song of the day

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seongwin · 2 years ago

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my ateez fic recs!

some of my personal fav ateez fics all in one place! for you and future me because I reread these constantly. a few of them are smuty ™ so be warned! also sorry for the terrible summaries I really suck at them! Lmao!

1. in this place, full of lies @wordstro

san x reader

I literally just finished binging this and I will never recover from it. a post-apocalyptic ex!san masterpiece!!! seriously go read it I won’t say anymore as to not spoil the fun but damn this made me feel so many things. I am in desperate need for more of this universe

2. body talk @jungkxook 18+

dirty talk pt2

pillow talk pt3

wooyoung x reader

fwb wooyoung for the win! its not even funny how i feel about these fics. like I am. I don’t think I can articulate words for this one. please. just read it. I think about it constantly.

3. summer nights and subsequently summers end @honeyhotteoks 18+

yunho x reader

okay so maybe a lot of them are smuty... IM SORRY THE WRITING IS JUST SO EXCELLENT. anyways these fics are insanity. like I LOST MY MIND while reading them. friends to lovers moment because I have a problem.

4. j.yunho + lovemaking/against a wall (18+) @hongism

yunho x reader

its like insanely domestic and i live for it. but again. I don’t think I can make coherent sentences to describe how this fic makes me feel. it’s like they took this one right of my yunho brain corner. I think about this honestly everyday and I’m not mad about it. smut language can be really cringe to read sometimes but this is NOT the case. ITS CRAZY. like. how can it know exactly what I want?? I love you sweet author. thank you for writing this TREAT!

5. ateez x bollywood @theyungihven

oh. my. god. every single one is SO GOOD. this may be my love for both ateez and bollywood movies talking but I reread these (yes all of them) at least once every 2 months. They are pretty short so its easy to read when I need something I know will get me out of a reading slump. THE PARINGS ARE PERFECT. and I’m not just saying that because Seonghwa was picked for my fav movie (DDLJ I’LL MARRY YOU MY SWEET) anyways if this tickles your fancy please read.

6. the kiss theif @shiberpostshere

seonghwa x reader smau!

super cute and got me in my feels for real. it honestly hit a little to close to home sometimes and I am now emotionally attached to this fic.

7. as the world caves in @mlngl

hongjoong x reader mingi x reader

another post apocalyptic masterpiece. Its currently on hiatus but I will patiently wait for update! Its super immersive and that might just be my love for post-apocalypse stuff but you get the point. PLEASE READ!! I was literally searching for this because I couldn’t remember the name.. me with every fic ever.. sigh.. ANYWAYS love this fic love sweet author !

special mention to all the fics that have been lost to the tumblr taking down gods.. you will be missed... SPECIFICALLY INTERRUPTED THOUGHTS 😭😭😭😭 sweet author moved blogs... I was really invested in that fic.. can u tell...

#ateez #ateez fic rec #fic rec #ateez ot8 #seonghwa #yunho #hongjoong #choi san #mingi #jongho #yeosang #wooyoung #ateez au #ateez ily

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hellhound5925 · 2 years ago

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Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior*

Chapter Seventeen

Rex stands there staring at me with a shocked expression on his face. "You don't have to say anything. I just needed you to know" I say as I start walking again looking at my feet. I knew he wouldn't feel the same way... he probably just felt awkward before because the guys were pushing him....shoulda kept my mouth shut....Osik (shit).....di'kutla chakaar (stupid low-life). At this point I'm pretty sure I just ruined my relationship with one of my favorite people... but just then I hear plasoid boots going closer, moving at a quick pace. "Pare! (Wait!)" Rex yells my direction. I spin on my heels and come face to face with him as he catches up to me. We are both close and out of breath - for different reasons - "Yes?" I question gulping hard. At this point I'm staring at his lips - they seem to soft and... kissable. Rex shifts, standing tall and confident like he does when he is giving orders or talking through strategies with Anakin. We lock eyes for a moment, not a word is said, but I can feel the heat rising in my core. I lean in closer - hoping my gut is right - and I can feel his breath on my face. He slowly leans down and kisses me so gently like he's afraid I might run. I slowly slide my hands up his plastoid chest, hooking my fingers into the top of it. He deepens the kiss and I can't help but let out a small content hum. This seems to spark something in him and his arms snake around the small of my back - just under my bunched up flight suit - pulling me closer. He breaks the kiss, I giggle - not because I want to, but because the butterfly's are almost too much. He lets go of me, "Look I've been...uh...trying to find the time to tell you..." he rubs the back of his neck. "I know, Echo told me. He and Fives had this whole master plan, which now that I think about it explains why they've been the way they have around us". "How so?" He asks. "Rex....the way they sneak off when we're both around. Or give each other a look like they knew something we didn't" I laugh shocked he didn't notice. "Honestly, I hadn't noticed" he replies. I smile and shake my head "I guess those two aren't only good at military strategies". "I guess not" he laughs with me.

The two of us continue our walk around the ship. The air between us is a lot lighter and less awkward. Like we've both been holding a secret from one another and now that it's finally out in the open, we can talk about anything. He even opens up more about himself and tells me stories about him and his batch on Kamino. I make mental note of some of the ones he tells that I'll have to pick on Cody for later... "Cody? No way!" I laugh as he tells me about a time where he played a prank on an unsuspecting Kaminoan. "Yeah, he did. The Kaminoans didn't find it very funny but we sure did" "I'm sure they didn't". I watch him for a moment, I can see the joy in his eyes that I know his vode (brothers) bring to him. Family is everything to Mandalorians, even if it's not blood family. I check my watch "we've only got 10 more hours of this to go. I'm anxious for a fight". "I'm sure the rest of the men are too. There training rooms and a shooting gallery on the ship." he suggests. "I like the way you think...Captain" I say with a smirk. He gives me the Captain Rex, million credit half smile. “How about this….I out shoot you, and you owe me dinner” I challenge him knowing he won’t back down. “Alright….and If I out shoot you?” He playfully asks. I put my hand to my chin, thinking it over. “I guess I’ll owe you then” I finally say. He cocks his head and looks off to the side. A devilish smile slowly creepy on to his face “I think I’ve got something” he says turning back to me. “Oh really? And what might that be?” I ask. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready to collect” he smirks. “Fine….shake on it” I sass. We clasp arms and shake on it. “Shall we?” He asks. I jump up from my spot “Race you there….Captain” I say taking off at a sprint down the hall.

I race through the hallways of the Resolute toward the shooting range. I don’t hear anyone behind me, causing me to look back. Where is he? I practically run into Kix. “Where you going in such a hurry?” He yells down the hall at me. “Ni ceta! (Sorry) I’ll see you later!” I holler back. When I finally make it to the hall where I know the range is, I see Rex already standing by the door. “Haar’chak! (Damn it!)” I say through labored breathing and laughter. “How in Haran (hell) did you beat me?”, “A Captain never gives up his secrets” He says trying to be mysterious. “Mhm…right….you cut through the mess hall didn’t you?” I poke his plastoid chest. “Maybe” he smirks. With that we head inside.

The range is empty - which is great, we can have it to ourselves. On one wall, there is a rack full of Deece blasters with various types of attachments. We walk over to the wall and stare at it for a moment. I’m over whelmed by the options and unsure of where to begin. “So, where should we start?” Rex asks. “You know I was thinking we should do something a little…out of our element…you know, to make it fair for you” I tease causing Rex to let out a deep laugh. “Yeah, right, okay” he laughs. “How about the DC-15x?” I ask turning to him. “A Snpier rifle? Alright” He says grabbing two off the wall while I grab the simulation equipment - The only downside to being on a ship is there is limited room for a range that is able to have sniper targets. However, with these simulation device’s that attach to the Deeces, it feels and acts like a long rage with the added bonus of being in a short range. Rex puts the Deeces on the tables and begins to set them up. “Oh and no HUD” I say, giving him a look. He sighs and hands me his buy’ce (helmet) which I place off to the side. “Where should we set targets?” I ask as he continues setting them up. At this angle I can really appreciate Rex, how delicately he sets of the rifles, respecting them as a piece of equipment that likely had saved his life a time or two. “I was thinking 600, 700, 800, 900, and 1000 meters” he replies finishing up.

I sit down at the first one while he sits at the other one. We sync the simulation devices so we can see one another’s display in the corner. “Alright, setting up the targets” he says pressing a few buttons. My display changes into what looks like the same room we are are in, only, the room is now 1500 meters long. The five targets pop up, all displaying their distance to the shooter. “Did you want any moving targets?” He asks. I hum, thinking it over for a second. “how about the 700 and 900 targets?” I ask leaning back from looking down my scope. He klicks a few more buttons, “hows that?” He asks. “Looks good. Whenever you’re ready….Captain” I can’t help but smirk to myself as I look through my scope. He lines up the first one “going hot” he says before taking the shot and hitting I the target dead center. I line up my scope, suck in a breath, and gently squeeze the trigger - dead center shot. Just then I hear the door slide open and familiarize voices enter. “Oh, Ni ceta (sorry) we didn’t realize you guys were in here. I look over from my scope and see Dogma, Hardcase, and Jesse. “You guys are fine” I smile at them. “What are you two doing?” Asks Dogma, who is now standing behind me looking over the set up. I glance over at Rex “just a friendly competition to pass the time” I smirk - Friendly….with high stakes. Hardcase and Jesse come over, “mind if we watch?” He asked. “As long as you’re quiet” barks Rex who is trying to refocus. I take the opportunity to tease him “Shhh, the Rex is trying to focus. Wouldn’t want him to miss” I whisper. “I heard that” he says very matter of fact, still looking down the scope. I giggle and the three don’t move a muscle - they know better than to distract their Captain. I glance up at the screen above our heads, which shows both of our displays side by side. “So what’s at stake here?” Asks Jesse. I hesitate because I figured Rex is probably not ready for them to know yet. “Haven’t thought of any yet” I say watching Rex take his shot. He hits the target - not exactly dead center but pretty close. “Oya!” “Good shot Cap” the boys cheer. Rex gives me a smug look, “there’s still 3 more to go” I try knocking him down a peg.

We both take turns hitting our mark until the last target- which I have to be honest, I’m sweating a little because 1000 meters is FAR. I’m used to dual Westar-35 pistols, but I know Rex is used to something similar. At this point, Dogma, Hardcase, and Jesse have pulled up chairs and are sitting between me and Rex. The audience doesn’t really help. Then again it’s never bothered me before. They have no idea what the prize is for either of us. I hear the ping sound of the round hitting the durasteel target. Osik (shit)….I can’t miss. Now that its my turn, I change the settings on my Deece for the distance. Lining up the shot, I feel myself shaking slightly. I can’t help my mind wandering to what Rex gets if he wins. Shaking the distraction away I suck in my breath and gently squeeze the trigger.

The shot misses the target by a fraction of an inch. “Haar’chak! (Damn it!)” I whisper still looking down my scope. I hear the chorus of ‘oooooo’s from behind me. I give the three a dirty look and they immediately stop. “Well then, I guess I win” Rex says proudly, he gives me a half smile. “It seems you have Rex” I say a little annoyed at myself for missing. “What? No Captain?” He asks teasing. I grit my teeth - he knows what he’s doing and thinks its funny. “Very funny” I say a little annoyed, not at him but because I lost. The other three get up from where they were seated and precede to set themselves up targets. Rex picks up his Deece and starts to walk over to where I’m seated. He leans down to whisper in my ear “we can still do dinner” he says before walking away. The action sends chills down my spine, head rising from my core, and I can feel goosebumps forming on my arms.

Masterlist

#clone captain rex #star wars clone wars #star wars the clone wars #the clones #may the 4th be with you #may the force be with you #rex star wars #rex x reader #captain rex x you #rex x you

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allthemusic · 6 months ago

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Week ending: 13th June

No comments this week. Just... no comments. You'll see why :(

Around the World - Ronnie Hilton (peaked at Number 4)

Well, Ronnie's back. It's been a little while, hasn't it? Luckily, this is a perfectly pleasant outing, if a little slow and sappy.

It's apparently from the 1956 film Around the World in 80 Days, the David Niven adaptation of Jules Verne's adventure classic. Though the version from the film was instrumental, with lyrics only added later on. So the lyrics don't reflect anything specific from the film, more a general sense of travel and adventure.

It's all about a special someone that Ronnie's been looking for all around the world, hoping to see them again, but not quite sure if or where he's going to find them. Heck, he seems a little confused even where he saw them the first time, noting that It might have been in County Down, / Or in New York, or gay Paree, / Or even London town. It's... not a particularly exotic list of places, honestly. New York is at least far away from the others, but really, the lyric-writer could have leant into the "around the world" idea more.

Either way, it doesn't matter, because Ronnie is done travelling, anyway: No more will I go all around the world / For I have found my world in you. Which is a cute sentiment, but in a film that's about the joy of travelling, it's a little bit of a letdown. Wouldn't it be even cuter if they travelled the world together? I'm nitpicking, though - it's sweet, I guess, and reasonably clever.

Apart from this, Ronnie's version of the song is slow and syrupy, with a waltz rhythm, an rather French-sounding accordion at one point, some very dramatic backing singers, and some strings so thick you could spread them on toast like jam. The overall effect is a bit much, to put it lightly. Thankfully, it dies back a bit while Ronnie's singing, but even then, it's overpowering when it comes back between verses.

Oh well, there are two other songs this week, maybe one of them will be a little more to my taste...

Around the World - Gracie Fields (8)

Oh. Okay. Another version of the song that I didn't love, this time by an artist even more old-fashioned than Ronnie. Lovely. Just what I wanted.

Gracie Fields, to me, feels like she belongs in a completely different era to rock and roll artists like Elvis and Little Richrad. Born in Lancashire in 1898, she was already a film and stage star in the 1930s, and after a breakdown in 1939, she recovered and went on to be a forces' sweetheart-type singer throughout the 1940s with ENSA (the UK's organisation who organised performances for the troops to keep morale up). She's not as iconic as maybe Vera Lynn, who's pretty much synonymous with World War Two, but she feels like a product of the same era, and definitely not somebody you'd expect to see in the charts in the late-ish 1950s!

I guess a lot of people probably had nostalgic memories of her and liked her stuff enough to buy it - we still have artists of the 1980s and 1990s or 2000s hitting the charts nowadays, so it's not actually that wild to think that some people were still Gracie fans at this point. I'd just never really thought about it. I think it helps that the song's also quite an old-fashioned one, a sort of pre-rock and roll ballad that could have been a hit any time from 1952 onwards, and probably considerably before then. The film it's from is set in 1872, so I can see the virtue of using a song that sounds a bit less modern, a bit more familiar and old-fashioned, and even having a slightly older artist covering it. There's a logic to it, it just surprised me, I guess, when I saw Gracie's name?

All this to avoid saying much about her version of this particular song, because honestly... at the end of the day, it's not that different to Ronnie's. Gracie's performance is a little more mannered, her pronunciation of "Paree" sounds a little more French, the strings are a little smoother and more polished, the backing singers have really ramped things up, plus there's now a prominent chiming sound going on throughout, but there's not much else to say that hasn't already been said, and certainly nothing that's actually interesting.

Oh well, at least we've got a third song. Maybe it'll be a little more... oh, you're kidding! Really?!

Around the World (In Eighty Days) - Bing Crosby (5)

From one slightly old-fashioned artist to another. Bing also feels like an artist who's had his henyday. He's not quite a relic in the way that Gracie feels like a relic, but he's still an artist who I imagine at his best in the 1940s, not the 50s.

That said, I quite like this version. Unlike Ronnie and Gracie, Bing plays it quite cool throughout, with instrumentation that, if not minimal, is at least a lot less intense than either of the other versions'. We start with a piano instroduction that's almost jazzy, and then a little flute line before Bing comes in, and the slightly jazzy vibes only continue throughout. There are strings, still - what's a 1950s film soundtrack without strings? - but they're kept thankfully to a minimum. Plus we briefly get a piano solo in the middle that's accompanied by these rather lovely runs of tumbling strings and clarinets going up and down along with it. It's serene, and again, just the slightest hint of jazz in one key chord. It also breaks the song up nicely, so there's that.

Bing's voice, when it comes in, is soft, and deeper than Ronnie's, and the vibe, with his singing, is pretty mellow. He sounds relaxed, like a man who's finally found the person he's travelled the world looking for should sound. There's something appealingly conversational about the way he sings, much less mannered than either Ronnie or Gracie. Or maybe it's just the American accent smoothing things over, making him sound smoother than he is. Either way, it's an improvement.

I don't know if this is actually a good song in isolation, or if this version just feels like it in contrast to the other ones I've heard. I suspect the latter, honestly. I'm drifting off a bit to it. Time to go listen to other songs, methinks.

Hard to tell if it's Bing's voice, his choice of instruments or just his general American glitz that makes it work, but it's definitely the best version of this song. Not that I dislike any of them too much. They're fine, but Bing's version definitely stands out, just in terms of pure quality and listenability.

Favourite song of the bunch: Around the World (In Eighty Days)

#uk charts #1957 #ronnie hilton #gracie fields #bing crosby

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mealodyd · 7 months ago

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The Summer of Love

Paring: Hyung line x Gn!Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: For as long as you can remember you and you best friends went to a beach house ever summer. But this summer was different. You really didn't know what you were getting yourself into.

Authors note: This is my first story and first time writing so I might be a bit bad, but if you could get me some advice, I would love it. (I'm desperate) Also as I was reading this over again, I noticed that this is somewhat referenced the the show The summer I turned pretty but it will change very soon.

Sneak Peak

5 hours later

"Y/n are you gonna get in?"Heeseung asked you with a smirk. "Ohh yes duh sorry" you said with you head down as you get in the car.

3 hours later

As you were setting up your bed sheets Jay has suddenly yelled to everyone to come at dinner which was strange but decided to go downstairs anyway.

"Y/n you wanna stop by the beach after this?" Jake asked you, but before you could say anything jay spoke up.

"Jake there's a bonfire tonight and I don't want her going." Jay said looking at Jake and then looking at you " she's too young for that kind of stuff."

"I'm literally 2 years younger that you jay." You said" and you can't control where I go anyway"

"Just because your mom isn't here doesn't mean you can do whatever you want" jay told you.

"You know what jay, this is bullshit" you said angrily "I'm going to bed." You said as you took off leaving you full plate of food on the table.

Everyone was staring at you as you left.

"Dude just because her mom isn't here doesn't mean she can't go with us. "Jake said sad that they weren't able to go the beach.

Upstairs

You have gotten off of your bed and went to your closet. You looked and found something that you think would be suitable for the bonfire. You were wearing a blue mini dress with small lace details.

You knew it was revealing but it's not like you cared.

You made your way to the stairs when you see heeseung coming out of his room in his pajamas.

You didn't know what to do as heeseung looked at you.

"Where are you going dressed like that?"heeseung asked you after a moment of silence.

"Why does it matter to you? "You asked. You didn't want to admit that you were trying to go to the boy's bonfire by yourself after jay had said no.

"Don't tell me you're trying to sneak out to go to the bonfire."

How did he know?

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"What else who you be trying to sneak out for its no like you have a boyfriend to go to."

"You don't know that."

"Y/n everyone knows it ok." He said. "How about you get dressed into pajamas and come chill with me in my room. Yeah?" He suggested.

"Alright fine. "You said as you went to go get dressed

#jake smut #jay smut #sunghoon smut #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts

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