#yeah so not perfect. still... stuff. but one step closer. I'll take it.
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I'm sorry, making a life with your best friend is the ideal relationship pinnacle and you won't change my mind
#fuck everything else trying to trip it up#just#like#friends#whatever that looks like#*incomprehensible screeching*#starlit thoughts#okay tag backstory#i came out as ace last year and my husband acted like it was the end of the world#like it's taken some... time. and the biggest thing for him was us being like roommates. like just friends. was the worst thing in the world#when I'm over here like. yes. please? ffs PLEASE#and today hes like we're like best friends who had kids and live together and stuff... don't be offended. how do you feel about that?#😂😂😂 like dude#that's all I've ever wanted#XD#yeah so not perfect. still... stuff. but one step closer. I'll take it.#i feel like i have whiplash though damn
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Stitched Together T | 698 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is sitting in comfortable silence together doing their own thing
"Do you still have my vest?"
"Hello to you too?" Steve says, raising his eyebrows when Eddie takes that as his cue to push past Steve, into his house.
He quickly kicks the door behind him, curling an arm around Steve's waist to reel him into a quick kiss. "Hello! My old vest- you got it?"
"I do- I haven't been able to get the blood out yet."
"Oh, I don't want it," Eddie waves him off, already halfway up the stairs. "Come on, I need to see it!"
"What- Eddie!"
Steve hurries up the stairs after Eddie, who takes them two steps at a time. He hovers at Steve's bedroom door though, rocking back and forth on his heels, waiting.
It's then that Steve noticed the plastic bag that he's holding.
"You gonna explain?"
"In a minute! I need to see my old vest first."
"It's in my closet," Steve explains, leading him into his room and pointing.
Eddie immediately jumps over to the closet, glancing back at Steve before he opens it to make sure it's ok for him to dig through it.
It doesn't take him long to find the vest, face splitting into a grin as he pulls it out.
"Perfect."
"So... what's going on?"
"I'm gonna make a new one. Wanted to remind myself how this bad boy is layed out first."
"Oh?"
"I'll only need it for, like, a few hours. I can get it back to you by the end of the day."
"What? Wh- you brought your stuff here."
"Yeah, I'm gonna stitch it together in the van. I was thinking about going out to the quarry."
"You could- I mean, if you want to, you could just... do it here? If you want to. I'm just gonna be baking today anyway."
"Hell yeah. Any excuse to spend more time with you is a great idea in my book."
Eddie follows him downstairs, setting up on the sofa in the living room, while Steve continues past him into the kitchen.
Steve pokes his head back in after a minute.
"You didn't want to talk, did you?"
"I know how you get when you bake," Eddie reminds him. "I'm ok here. If I need anything, I know where everything is."
"You could ask-"
"No, I couldn't. It's ok, babe. Really. It's nice to just... know you're here."
"Oh. Really?"
"Really."
Steve goes back into the kitchen, but it's not long before he's washed the side, the bowls and utensils he used. All he needs to do is wait for his food to bake.
He wanders back into the living room, sitting on one of the arm chairs.
Eddie barely glances up, focused on his task.
He doesn't seem bothered that Steve is staring, so he just... watches.
It's surprisingly nice. Comforting.
He can see how much care Eddie is putting into each patch, taking his time when pinning them in place and being careful with each stitch.
By the time the kitchen timer goes off, Eddie has only managed to stitch two patches on and started on the backpatch.
He follows Steve into the kitchen once he's done putting his things away, just in time for him to start plating.
"Looks delicious."
"Mhmm," Steve grins. He pulls Eddie closer with a hand on his hip as soon as he's within reach. "You?"
"Got two done in the time it usually takes me to stitch on one, so, I consider it a win."
"Good."
He tries to lean in, pepper Eddie's neck with kisses until he caves the way he always does, easily following Steve up to-
"We should do this more often," Eddie continues. "Hanging out like this. It's... nice. It really is."
"Yeah," Steve agrees, reluctantly pulling back. He can't bite back his sappy smile though. "You're gorgeous when you get into your passions."
"Careful, Harrington. Keep talking like that and people might start thinking you're in love with me."
"Mmm, I don't know, they might be into something."
His attempt to kiss Eddie is ruined by how much they're both laughing.
Steve is pretty sure it's one of the best days that he's ever been fortunate enough to live.
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&&. unfortunately you aren't as slick as you thought you were.
pairing: lee jeno x gn!reader
genre: fluffity fluff fluff fluff
warnings: sexual jokes, thats it 😚
word count: 1.2k
notes: jj spread the jeno bias disease i literally cant believe this 😭😭 hes so……….im abt to draft another long jeno fic + an smau + another stupid drabble and all of that fun stuff!! dont get it twisted jisung is still my ult though 😒 no ones ever replacing him, anyway this came from a prompt someone sent me, smth about "kissing someone on a ferris wheel" which i just LOVEEEED hello??? okay ik none of you care abt my words, love jeno, love nct dream, pray i get park jisung pcs 😇 good night now <33
you are going to murder na jaemin.
the moment you get off this ferris wheel your throwing up your guts all over his shirt, or punching him in his face, or strangling him to death, whatever. the moment you step off this ride you're making sure he doesn't open his eyes to see the rest of his fellow human beings ever again.
maybe if you were less awkward you'd actually be thanking him, but you take one side glance at the boy beside you and want to smash your head against the glass.
jeno doesn't notice your side glance (and thank goodness he doesn't because you probably would've died if he took so much as a glance at you), he's much too busy glancing at the view from the height your at. you assume that jeno likes ferris wheels, he probably likes them more than you do.
"are you alright?"
you mentally prepare yourself for the voice crack you know might escape your lips. just talk to him like a normal human being, y/n, yeah you're into him and shit but that doesn't mean you can be a weirdo.
"yeah" you finally respond, thank goodness the voice cracks don't come out. "just feeling a little nauseous".
jeno raises an eyebrow. "scared of heights?"
you only manage a curt nod, a nod that makes jeno scoot closer to you, his lips stretching into a smile. "it's alright, i'll protect you".
fuck you lee jeno, fuck you, fuck you, fuck yo—
your somehow able to chuckle, amused by his words. "it's not like i'm dying or anything".
jeno frowns. "so you don't want my protection?"
you pretend to think about it, pressing your lips together as your eyebrows furrow, avoiding eye contact with jeno at all costs. if you look at him, your going to fall and never get up. "i wouldn't be entirely against it".
jeno's shoulder nudges yours, nothing but a small touch that drives you crazy. you wonder if the mini breakdown your having is noticeable, if maybe, he's doing it on purpose, making your heart race to get a kick out of it.
but when you think about it further, it makes you giggle, because this is lee jeno, you could get down on one knee and propose to him yet he'd still be confused by how you feel for him.
if lee jeno knew how you felt for him really, you probably wouldn't have resisted the urge to make out with him on this fucking ride or already.
that was a strange thought, a stupid one even, but it's one manifested from your deepest desires.
when you think about it, though, you wouldn't exactly mind it.
"that's good" jeno snickers at you, eyes examining your face as if it's an interesting exhibit at an art museum. "you need me".
you feign a sigh of irritation. "of course, what would i do without you?"
"you'd die, clearly" jeno replies, tilting his head and reaching over to lace your fingers with his. the cold rings on his fingers feel like glass shards against your fingers, but his soft hands contrast his stabbing rings. "isn't this sort of romantic?"
you choke on your spit.
"romantic? roma— hah! what are you talking about? what is romantic about this?"
soooo natural, y/n.
jeno simply shrugs, suddenly very interested in the view of the carnival from the ferris wheel. "were on a ferris wheel together, stars before us, just the two of us, this would be like.. the perfect date".
you blink, the words making you pause and your head spin. is he serious? is he really serious?
"is this your way of asking me out?"
you manage to ask that without sounding like a pathetic idiot who wanted to hear those exact words, and your response gets the same reaction out of jeno, flushed cheeks with an awkward chuckle accompanying the sight. you would've thought you were a genius if you weren't as flustered as he was.
jeno is speechless, and he fumbles through his speech like someone's holding him at gunpoint or something. "i— no! no! ..maybe? kinda?"
you pause, all your former confidence suddenly withering away, the blood rushing to your cheeks in full force. you laugh, taking his words as a joke, but jeno keeps silent, and so do you.
"are you serious?"
jeno can't speak, so he just nods wordlessly.
you blink, glancing from side to side, this ferris wheel won't be on the ground soon, but at least this makes it a little more bearable. "did you just confess your feelings for me like that?"
"well to be fair—"
"i was supposed to do it first!" you yell in another fit of feigned irritation, your cheeks a color reminiscent of jeno's cherry red shirt. "that's not fair! you beat me to it!"
"well how was i supposed to know you liked me back?"
you scoff, and jeno goes silent again, embarrassed by the question he just asked.
"you're such an idiot lee jeno.."
"can i kiss you?"
the question is a blurt of pure desperation, pure honesty from the deepest corners of jeno's mind, an inquiry he's been dying to ask you ever since he found himself interested in staring at your lips.
you hope you don't faint from the scorching heat radiating off your face.
"it's romantic" he laughs, his best excuse for that random inquiry. "i've always wanted to kiss someone in a ferris wheel, unless you don't want to then—"
you (in the most cliche turn of events) cut jeno off with a kiss. though you'd love to keep your fingers intertwined, you let go of his hand to find purchase on his shoulder, then tug him closer to you with a light jerk. a small squeak emits from him, but he quickly relaxes into the kiss, giggling at your enthusiasm.
though he giggles, he isn't much better off. it's nothing but a small press of the lips, it's not intense or anything, but jeno feels his heart soar. hie face heats to overwhelming heights, and he loops his arm around your waist, pressing you against him, as if the idea of not feeling every part of you would be maddening.
you both are just as desperate as each other, there's no push, just pull. it's a playful competition, your waiting for the other to pull away, stop the kiss because they need breath, it's stubborn in an idiotic way.
but jeno loses your little battle, because he pulls away for air, as red as the sunset in the early morning.
and though you laugh at the sight, you aren't much better off yourself (if the heat continuing to permeate from your face is enough).
"was that romantic enough for you?"
even with how breathless he is, jeno still manages a stupid question.
he squeals when you land a slap on his shoulder.
and while you thought you two were slick about it, considering you were like five feet in the air with nobody to see you, your equally red faces and intertwined hands were enough to get feigned vomits from your friends.
jaemin snickers as he looks between you two, and you glare as you see him open his mouth.
"so what happened up there?"
"clearly they got it on".
upon hearing the words, you let go of jeno's hand to yell and chase after lee donghyuck, who squeals and sprints away, shouting for renjun to help him.
jaemin just sends jeno a knowing look, a look that the older pretends he isn't bothered by.
for once, one of his ploys finally worked.
#lee jeno#jeno#nct#nct dream#nct imagines#nct drabbles#nct scenarios#nct dream imagines#nct dream drabbles#nct dream scenarios#jeno imagines#jeno drabbles#jeno scenarios#lee jeno x reader#𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!
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Hands-On Viewing Experience
An N$FW Ross Lynch x gn!Reader Fic
Sum: You've known Ross for a while, albeit as a friend-of-a-friend. Though he's always been friendly and respectful (and pretty damn attractive,) you two haven't spent much alone time. However, when all of you and his friends cancel on the night's plans and he invites you in for a movie night, the two of you become much closer than you ever expected. Word Count: 4,362 Rating: Mature (Oral Sex, Language) A/N: This is my first real shot at any xReader stuff, so I hope you like it!
Ross stood in the doorway in front of you, in nothing but the pair of gray briefs he swore he was gonna throw out for being too small. A T-shirt and jeans wasn't underdressed after all, it seemed.
“Oh, what’s up?” A small grin broke on Ross’s otherwise tired face as he rested his hand on the door frame. “I didn’t think you were coming over. Everyone else cancelled.”
“Yeah, but I was really looking forward to all of us hanging out again,” Though you spoke fairly evenly, your thoughts were all jumbled up with a scantily clad Ross in front of you. His skin was a light pink all over with a slight glow to it. Maybe it was your imagination, but his muscles all seemed to pop more than usual. “Sorry, I should’ve texted first.”
“It’s chill. Actually, I just finished working out and was gonna have a little movie night with myself.”
“Oh, right,” You responded with a quick smile, expecting him to ask you to leave, “Well, I-“
“But, since you’re already here,” Ross nodded his head upwards, gesturing towards his home, “I wouldn't say no to a little company. Especially not yours.”
You take a moment to respond, just a little caught up on the fact Ross was inviting you in like he wasn’t half-naked. You and him were close enough, sure, and it was impossible to have an objectively sexy pop-rock star friend and not see him in his underwear from time to time, but Ross had never been one to just be half-naked in front of you.
When you glanced up at Ross, though, you got the impression he knew this just as well. His amber eyes, trained solely on you, glistened in a way familiar to you from all your nights out on the town. The look a half-drunk, half-dressed, wholly-horny Ross gave to whoever he decided would be that night's mistake.
"Sure, why not?" Considering your friendship, you might be shaping up to be Ross's and your biggest mistake of all. Still, as you watched his muscled frame step aside to let you in, you couldn't be more grateful neither of you were perfect.
As you walked through the doorway, you felt warm skin against your neck as Ross draped his arm over your shoulder. With his side hugged firmly against yours, you could feel him humming My Heart Will Go On as well as you can hear it.
"Celine Dion? What, are we gonna watch Titanic or something?" You asked as Ross guided you into his living room. Even though you'd been to his place enough to know your way around, you didn't mind him guiding you around if he was this close.
"Don't judge me, okay?" Ross pleaded as you both came to a stop. He turned his head to look down at you, an exaggerated pout on his face.
"Of course not, it's a total classic or something," You responded, trying your best not to giggle. It was no secret Ross was more sentimental than the average guy, which was certainly something you loved about him, but it always struck you as a little humorous when he would recommend shows or songs that your grandma would criticize for being too sappy.
"Whatever, dude," Ross scoffed, removing his arm from your shoulder and patting you twice on the back, "I'll go grab the movie. In the meantime, you can sit here and rethink your taste in movies."
Despite his instructions, you found yourself standing still as Ross walked down the hallway to his room. Just like the rest of them, his back muscles seemed to bulge out from his body with a post-workout glow. Your eyes followed every muscle from his shoulder and down his spine, imagining how it'd feel to run your hands over them. Hard to the touch as your body would be pressed against his, something to grip while he shakes the bed f-
You shook your head, coming to your senses as he turned the corner. He was just your friend and nothing more, a fact you reminded yourself of as you went to sit down.
Ross's living room was comfortably familiar to you. Supported by hardwood flooring and surrounded by white walls, the living room housed brown leather couches and a small wooden coffee table. Against the wall behind them was a desk, flanked with two large black bookshelves, filled with photo albums, DVDs, and of course, books.
The leather of the couch stretched as you sat down, and you stretched in kind, grateful to be sat anywhere after the walk to Ross’s place. Straight across from you was his TV, on top of a glass tabletop with two rows of shelf supporting it. Several gaming consoles, devices, and board game boxes sat atop them.
After a minute or so of shuffling coming from Ross's room, he returned, a DVD box in hand and blanket over his shoulder.
"Got it," Ross held the DVD up to show you, then tossing it up in the air and catching it with his left hand. With his right, he pulled the blanket off himself and tossed it to you.
As you spread the blanket over yourself, your eyes again drifted to Ross as he took the disc out of the box went to put it in. He bent down to the DVD player, sliding the disc in.
Though Ross claimed his underwear were two sizes too small, you didn't mind the snug fit. Not when they were practically tearing at the seams trying to hold his ass in them. You could see both cheeks clearly, big, round, and bouncing as Ross jostled his DVD player.
"Piece of shit!" He grunted as he smacked around the poor device. Turning his head slightly, he added, "Sorry, it's a little slow. We've had this thing since my R5 days."
You probably mumbled out something like a response to Ross’s comment. Not like you would remember if you did, considering what started jiggling as Ross started roughing up his DVD player.
His dick was heavy. It had to be, considering how it had been saugging in his underwear since you'd gotten there. Now, with the aggressive motion of Ross smacking his DVD player, it swung up and down with such weight it pulled his underwear down a bit. Had the machine not been such a little bitch and began functioning, you might have gotten to see everything.
"Alright, it's working for now," Ross huffed, pulling up his underwear and resting his hands on his hips. So much for finding out why he was cast as Austin Moon. "Hopefully it'll hold out long enough for us to watch the whole thing. You thirsty?"
"What-?" You blinked several times, assuming you'd been called out for your not-so-subtle staring. You didn't think you were looking anywhere indecent, but his whole body was a minefield of places you could get lost daydreaming about.
"Are you thirsty? For a drink?" Ross tilted his head, a little confusion in his voice. "I just got sponsored by this sports drink company and they gave me more juice than I could ever want."
"Oh! Sure, yeah, totally," Affirmatives stumbled out of your mouth as you felt your face grew hot. The only thing keeping you from bursting into actual flames on the spot was the knowledge that you avoided the thousand-times worse situation of Ross knowing you were checking him out.
You somehow salvage the name of your favorite flavor from of the housefire of embarrassment that was your brain, telling it to Ross. With a smile as relaxed and charming as always, Ross gave you a nod and went into the kitchen.
Not more than a minute later, Ross returned, two cartons in hand.
“Heads up,” He called, tossing a carton to you and opening his red mixed-berry drink. Although you fumble it into your lap, Ross gives you a supportive thumbs up anyway.
The cap to the drink was unnecessarily complicated, taking all your focus to figure out and open (un-latch, un-hook, push down and twist? It's a surprise you didn't have to answer an algebra problem, too.) You were so focused, in fact, that you didn't notice Ross coming to sit next to you until he was practically on you.
Ross's couch was a three-seater, with room for two more people than that. With all that space on the sofa available to him, Ross chose to sit directly next to you. Not elbow-to-elbow close, not even arm-to-arm close, but him-slinging-his-arm-over-you-and-pulling-your-body-into-his close.
Even holding you against his barely clothed body, Ross was as nonchalant as ever.
"Okay," Ross sighed, seeming to lean against you as he settledhimself into the couch. After navigating the Blu-Ray menu to the "Play Movie" button, he turned his head to look at you, "Comfy?"
His face was inches from yours now. Minuscule details about him became clear to you- his stubble, the dimple on his right cheek, and several tiny blemishes on his face normally concealed by makeup. Things you hadn’t been able to see before, things most people never would, glowed in the dim light of his TV as his warm, minty(?) breath grazed your face.
"Yeah," You whispered, "I am."
For the most part, you and Ross were quiet after that. Though your focus was mostly on the fact that Ross and you were so close while he was so naked, the parts of Titanic you did focus on were pretty alright (even if all your investment in the story came from imagining Ross as Jack and yourself as Rose.)
After about the halfway point of the movie, (that is, an hour and a half of him cradling you against his body,) Ross began to slide his arm down your back. Casually, while he made some comment about the film. He rested it low on your body, his forearm wrapping around your waist and hand exerting a slight grip on your hip. His index finger played around with your waistband, like it was waiting for your permission to rip your pants clean off.
With the suggestive placement of Ross's hand, your mind started swarming with the same thoughts it had been earlier. Feeling you up, watching Titanic, being half-fucking-naked alone with you- if he wasn't trying to communicate he was into you, then he was communicating how in-sane he was.
So, you rested his head on his shoulder. Considering how close you were, it was barely more than a slight tilt, but Ross noticed. He rested his head on top of yours, giving your hip a light squeeze.
“Y’know, I’m actually kinda glad everyone else cancelled on us,” Ross spoke, his voice low and quiet, yet still reverberating through your head, "I'm glad we're spending some one-on-one time together."
"Me too," You responded, your hand finding a comfortable spot on Ross's thigh, "I can't remember the last time it's been just me and you."
"It hasn't," Ross responded quickly, then following up with an awkward, "I mean, you were my brother's friend first, so we usually only hang out with him around."
Before you could appreciate the fact Ross was as fixated on the fact you two were alone as you were, you felt his head turn until you could hear his slow, deep breathing in your ear.
"That's why I never made my move before," With every word, the soft skin of his lips brushed against your ear. Though his voice was even lower than before, it seemed a thousand times louder than the movie playing in front of you.
It took every ounce of boldness within you to turn your head too. Nose-to-nose with Ross, you could tell he’d let you kiss him right then. Still, you couldn’t resist letting this moment go on a little longer.
“Well, he’s not here now,” With every word, your lips brushed against Ross’s the slightest bit, “But you haven’t done anything yet.”
Ross broke into a smile, “You think I haven’t made a move tonight?”
“I think you haven’t made the move tonight.”
Ross opened his mouth, which you presumed was to speak. Anticipating his next words, you were surprised as the banter between you both was cut short by Ross kissing you on the lips.
For a second, didn’t register it was happening. He barely had to move to reach your lips, and you didn’t move at all. It was two or three seconds before you even thought to kiss back. It was nice, but Ross pulled away too soon for you to appreciate it fully.
“There,” Ross ran his hand through his hair, “That better?”
"A little," You said. Amazingly, even as heat rose through your chest and face, you played it cool.
"A little? What, you want more?" Ross responded, not really a question or offer. Just a statement of fact, plain and simple.
Paying Ross back in kind for catching you off guard before, you leaned in and kissed him in place of a response. You shimmied your hand up his back and placed your hand behind his head, making sure he wouldn't pull away so quickly.
The best part of kissing Ross wasn't that he was objectively amazing at it. It wasn't his silky hair in your hand or soft lips on yours. It wasn't even him caressing your lower back under your shirt. It was how he smelled.
God, he smelled good. More than good, intoxicating. His woodsy deodorant mixed with his post-workout musk filled your nostrils he pulled you in closer, driving you crazier with every whiff you got.
Eventually, his lips weren’t enough for you anymore, and you began to kiss him across his cheek and jaw, settling on his neck. It was thick and smelled strongly of Ross's cologne- of Ross, that every ounce of restraint escaped your body along with desperate breaths and yearning moans.
You felt Ross’s deep moans vibrate in his throat as you took bits of loose skin between your teeth and ran your tongue over his larynx destabilized by heavy breaths. Your free hand roamed his chest, rock-hard just as you predicted, eventually finding it's way down to his navel. Without hesitation, your fingers began to tug at the waistband of his underwear, and questions of whether your prediction about what was underneath were as true as those about his abs.
"Take 'em off," Ross spoke in an authoritative tone you'd never heard before, "I know you want to."
You wanted to, more than Ross could ever you did. The second Ross raised his hips up to allow easy removal, you yanked his underwear down to his knees.
You stared at his cock. Gawked, even. How could you not? You'd been daydreaming about it for the past 90 minutes daydreaming about it.
It was more than everything you thought it'd be. So thick it couldn't stand up on its own, Ross's dick rested against his stomach. You couldn't tell it's exact length, but experience and intuition told you it was comfortably within the ballpark of 8 inches of length. It was a couple shades lighter than the rest of his body, with the head and balls a light shade of red. A couple of veins ran across it, the most notable being a thick, jagged line from the head of his dick to the bottom of his shaft. If you weren't so dead set on getting it into one or more of your holes, you'd find yourself intimidated.
Ross tilted your head upwards, shifting your gaze from his cock to his smirk. He didn't have to use his words to ask if you liked what you saw, and you didn't have to use yours to tell him you did. Instead, you both found yourself leaning into another kiss.
It felt natural, the way your bodies turned to face one another's, even though your first kiss with him wasn't five minutes ago. Arching your back and leaning into him, Ross wrapped his arms around you and laid on his back, pulling you down with him.
With the help of gravity, Ross's cock was pressed up against your chest. Though you weren't getting any skin-to-skin contact, you still felt the massive mass of meat below you. Arms gripped tight around you, Ross jerked your body upwards and downwards, creating friction on his dick that caused the vibrating moans you felt leave his mouth and enter yours.
Soon, you realized once more that Ross's lips weren't enough for you, and you knew his neck wouldn't be either. Once Ross's grip on you loosened, you moved from his mouth to give a quick kiss on his neck, then finally biting his left nipple.
"Shit!" Ross bucked his hips into your chest, but your mouth remained sucking on his nipple. You kept kissing and biting it, moans vibrating in your chest as Ross grinded his cock against it.
By the time you moved on, licking every single one of Ross's abs and the space between them. The lower you got, the fewer places you could lick that didn't have some hair bristling pleasantly against your tongue. Your shirt was wet with precum from Ross's rock-hard dick, stil rubbing up and down against your neck. With the sounds and movements he was making being so desperate, you knew exactly what he needed from you.
So, your tongue continued its journey down Ross's body, until it was finally at the base of his cock. Your tongue ran in half circles around Ross's shaft, a little less hairy than his navel. His hips were continuously pumping up down slightly, grunting like he was trying to keep himself calm and failing miserably.
You gave a few teasing licks to the bottom of his shaft, right over his vein, before pulling away and pleasuring his balls instead. His hips shot up as your tongue touched the skin under his balls, and he shouted a couple explosives as you continued licking.
Finally, he yanked your head away, reddening and gasping for breath as he told you, "Just- Fuck- Just focus on my dick, 'cause that's- that's too fucking much for me right now."
You nodded in agreement, promising yourself to return back down there to make him cum. With the power to completely unravel Ross, to leave him blushing and creaming and gasping for air, it would be criminal not to use it.
In the meantime, you did what he asked of you and lifted your head upwards, leaving less than an inch between your lips and the head of Ross's cock. It glistened, already leaking precum like Ross was ready to blow. A firm lick could've finished him off, but you intended on making this last.
You tasted Ross's precum, pressing the tip of your tongue on the head of his dick. He whimpered, placing his hand on the back of your head without exerting any pressure. The liquid was warmer than his skin, citrusy and rich with a flavor you'd never tasted before, that left you wanting more and more.
Running your tongue all over the head of Ross's cock, you lapped up all rest of the precum as Ross released soft sounds of pleasure. His hips rocked up and down ever so slightly, like his body was moving in a pleasure-driven trance that slowly intensified as you explored his cock further. His body jolted each time your tongue explored somewhere new, returning to an increased pace of thrusting right after. From under the head, down his shaft, and around the base, your tongue had thoroughly mapped out Ross's cock before your lips even touched it. He was moaning and pumping his hips, but you were just getting started.
After quickly licking off the precum on Ross’s cock again, you took the head into your mouth. You only intended to put a little into your mouth, but Ross bucked his hips into the air, and before you knew it, you had the head of his dick against the roof of your mouth.
“Mmfph!” You exclaimed, mouth full of cock. It wasn’t uncomfortable, nor was enough of it in that you couldn’t breathe, but it did surprise you. Readjusting quickly, you made space in the back of your mouth so that Ross could continue thrusting up and down without triggering your gag reflex.
From the sounds he made, you were putting him and heaven. He grunted and groaned, barely taking time to breathe between each noise. Cursing and moaning your name, you felt his hand press your head further down on his cock.
You took the extra length in your mouth in stride, gripping your left thumb and hoping for the best. Almost all of his dick was in your mouth, air coming into your throat every spare second Ross was out.
It wasn’t the action of sucking dick that brought you pleasure, though. It was Ross’s reaction, becoming ever more frantic and aggressive the longer you had him in your mouth.
“Holy fuck, you’re fucking-“ Ross gasped, unable to finish his sentence before letting out a shuddering moan. He hadn’t said anything, but you could tell he was close.
After another few seconds, you pulled your mouth off his cock and licked his shaft once again. Predicting his upwards thrust at the change in sensation, you only licked halfway down his dick, letting his sudden motion bring the base up to your tongue. As his hips fell, you lowered your head with them, running your tougue around and under his balls.
Like before, Ross's reaction was explosive, but you were prepared this time. You wrapped one hand around his cock and stroking, pressing down on his abs to keep his hips from jumping too high as he cried out with pleasure.
"Oh my g-" Ross, gasping for air, wriggled ferociously even as you held him down. Your tongue would've quite literally driven him up the wall were he standing.
A waterfall of expletives and precum flooded out of his mouth and cock respectively, and you could tell by the tension of his cock in your hand that his climax was near. The more intensely he grunted and cussed and thrusted his hips, the quicker your tongue ran all over his balls and your hand jerked off his cock.
"I'm g- I'm gonna-" Ross yelled, and you jumped into action. Your head rose up and you put as much of Ross as could possibly fit into your mouth.
Five ropes of thick, citrusy cum fired into the very back of your mouth as Ross fired off every exclamation he knew of. His face, you could see, was redder than the carton of mixed-berry he'd guzzled down earlier. His mouth gaped and his gaze was trained straight onto you, brimming so thoroughly with lust that you wondered how he contained it for as long as he had.
As more ropes shot into your mouth, you felt Ross push your head even further down onto his cock and say your name. A whisper at first, but he repeated louder and louder as his load just kept coming.
You locked eyes with Ross and, even as you began to feel the need for air get to you, you felt like you could be there with him forever, being filled with cum, attraction, and even the slightest hint of love.
Finally, Ross released your head and you pulled away, swallowing all his cum in one gulp, followed by as much air as you could. You coughed a little as Ross sat up across from you on the couch, running his hand through his hair dampened with sweat.
With a still-reddened face, all he could say was your name with a contented smile and look of adoration.
"What?" You teased, keeping your cool in spite of everything. Rather than respond with words, Ross crawled forward and kissed you, pushing you over with his body weight.
You were fully prepared for him to return the favor when you heard a car pulling into the driveway.
"Shit, that's Rocky," He muttered, leaping off of you and searching the floor for his underwear, "I thought he'd be out longer."
Once he found them, Ross scrambled into his underwear and rushed to his room. Obviously, you watched his butt jiggle as he ran away.
"Act normal!" He called as he turned into his room.
Moments later, Rocky walked in through the door, eyes widening as he saw you.
"Hey. Didn't think you'd be over," He said, glancing at Titanic still playing on the TV. "Where's Ross?"
Before you had to make up some lie, Ross reemerged from his room, now in a lavender t-shirt and shorts, smiling casually like nothing happened between you two.
"Sorry, I spilled some juice on myself and had to go change," Ross walked up to his brother and pulled him into a side hug, "How was the dentist?"
"Shitty. I thought I could watch some Golden Girls to relax, but if you guys are busy..."
"No, it's okay," You spoke up, face flushing with heat, "I was just going anyways."
Ross looked surprised, "You were?"
You gulped. You really, really wished you could stay, but everything you wanted to with Ross would be made awkward with the knowledge his brother in the house. Besides, if you stuck around Ross too long, you were certain Rocky would catch on to whatever was happening between you two.
"Yeah, I... gotta get up early tomorrow."
Ross looked disappointed, but walked you out to your car, standing close enough to you that your hands brushed repeatedly.
"I'll see you around," You told Ross, sticking your key in the car.
You turn around to face him, and he pulls you in for a kiss. A quick one, though the way he lingered pulling away told you he wanted more.
"Make it soon, okay?" Ross grinned, checking you out one last time as he turned around, "I owe you some head."
You watched him walk away one last time, the butterflies in your chest running wild as you stepped into you car. Though you couldn't tell what you had just yet, you knew it wasn't ending any time soon.
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A Little More Ross for anybody interested
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I hope it's okay to send another one of the cliches in! (I absolutely ADORED the Toji one you did! Perfection, pure perfection) I saw you wanted some Itachi and I feel like 23 is just so perfect for him. Maybe adding prompt 12 with it too? (Feel free to ignore if we can only send in one ask though!
𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔
⊱ plus touching foreheads; The Clichés ™ event
note: bless you darling for giving me the chance to write for my beloved itachi
A warm night embraces you as you walk amongst the villagers with a basket of ingredients for your dinner. A million thoughts go by your head and you aren't quite aware of your surroundings until you focus on your path ahead and notice a familiar figure walking towards you.
You gasp once you notice who it is, dropping your basket.
"Itachi?" panic threats to take over you, he can't be seen here, yet no one else seems to have noticed the most wanted ninja standing in the middle of the busy street.
"Hello, angel."
"Am I in a genjutsu?"
"No," he leans, taking your basket from the ground and handing it back to you, "But everyone else is."
"Isn't it too risky?" your eyes wander through his pretty features, realizing that it has been a few months since the last time he sneaked in the village to see you. Tonight he doesn't have his usual cloak, instead he wore a gray shirt and no bandana, you reached for his hair, brushing it away from his face.
Itachi takes your hand delicately, kissing your fingers, "You're worth it."
You take one step closer, touching his forehead with yours and breathing in his scent.
"I missed you" you confess, it's a weird feeling being so intimate to him in public, you can hear people talking around you, buying and selling goods, kids running, playing ninja, but you thrust his skills.
"I'm afraid I can't stay much longer, angel" he holds your hand tightly, his face is the same as the boy you knew years ago, yet his dark circles look deeper every time you see him.
"Let me take care of you, 'tachi" you beg, wanting nothing more than to take him home with you, have a bath, wash each other's hair, make tea and kiss every inch of him in a fresh bed, loving and being loved by him till morning eventually comes.
"There's nothing I want more" he confesses and you know it's true, but his tone indicates that will not be possible tonight.
"Promise me you will be back soon" you know it's hard for him to catch a break to come here, besides all the risk he takes getting into the village he still has to mislead his fellow akatsuki members so they won't find out about his Konoha love, making a potential target out of you in case things go south.
"I'll try my best" he brings both his hands to your face and takes his time admiring it until his eyes eventually fall onto your lips, he misses your kisses more than anything else he had in konoha.
Your eyes close but right before he can kiss you he feels a disturbance, like someone is beginning to notice the genjutsu.
"Sorry, angel, I must go now" he lets go of you and you sigh, "I love you" you watch him walk backwards until he fades like smoke.
"Sensei!" you hear a yell and look over your shoulder seeing Naruto and the rest of team seven coming towards you, Kakashi looks around suspiciously.
"Naruto, hi" you greet and the boy begins to tell you about the mission they just came back from. You try to dismiss the look Kakashi has on you.
"Were you shopping?" Naruto notices your basket.
"Yeah, just some stuff for dinner" you open your basket to show him, but you're surprised by a bouquet of flowers lingering on the inside.
"Wow, is it a romantic dinner?" Sakura inquires.
"Now, now, kids, you gotta wake up early tomorrow for training” Kakashi claps once, making the kids whine. You look at Sasuke, noticing the similar features with the man that was there just a few seconds ago.
Sasuke meets your gaze, you dismiss the nostalgic feeling by ruffling his hair.
“Good luck, guys.”
see also: “what if someone see us?” + Jiraiya
#itachi x reader#itachi x you#naruto x reader#naruto imagines#itachi x y/n#naruto fanfiction#— the cliches ™
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Hookup? pt.2 ~ Chris Sturniolo
a/n: sorry this took so long! hope you like it!
summary: After meeting at a party you and Chris hookup. you thought it was more than that but he thought otherwise.
warnings: smut, oral (f,receiving), fingering, cursing, unprotected sex (protect yourself at all costs), more smut
Chris x fem reader
part 1
It has been a week and Chris still hadn't texted or called you. You continue to think about what happened last week. How his cock filled you up so well, and how his tongue moved in rhythm with your moans. You needed to distract yourself so you decided to go to another party. You go alone because your friends are busy and you figured that you'd make some friends there.
As you arrive you enter a booming house. People everywhere along with smoke in corners. You head to the bar and get yourself a drink. As you are drinking a guy comes up to you. "Hey i love your dress!" You can tell from his voice and how he is dressed that he is gay. "Thank you so much! I love your glasses." He smiles and replies, "Thanks. I'm nick by the way." "Nice to meet you I'm y/n." "Are you waiting for your friends or something?" "No I came alone." "Well I'm your new friend because I'm not gonna let you stand alone with tweakers around." You smile and talk with nick at the bar. you guys dance for awhile and talk to others. You and him decide to leave. You give him your number and go home.
The next day he texts you and invites you over to his house that night. You accept and head over there after you get ready. As you are driving you recognize the area but brush it off until you pull into the driveway. You then realize that this is Chris's house and Nick is his brother. You act like you don't know anything as you ring the doorbell. Nick answers it and hugs you. "So i have to brothers and we are triplets so don't get to creeped out when you meet them." "I think i'll manage." You go upstairs and see Chris and his other brother sitting on the couch. Your stomach drops to your toes when he locks eyes with you but you quickly look away. "So that's Matt and that's Chris." "Hi, i'm y/n." "Nice to meet you y/n." Matt says. "So i was thinking we could watch a movie in my room if you want." "Yeah, that would be cool." You guys go upstairs to his room. "Shit, i forgot snacks." "It's okay i'll go get them." "Okay, you can probably ask one of them downstairs to find everything."
You go downstairs and Chris is the only one one in the living room. He walks over to you as he notices you looking for stuff in the kitchen. "Hey, long time no see beautiful." Chris's voice was low as he said that behind me. "Hey." You reply kinda coldly. "What's with the tude." "You haven't texted me once since that night so you clearly don't care." He takes a deep breath. "Well, you haven't left my mind once." "Same." You quietly say. "I've missed you...so...much." His voice was seductive which made chills go down your spine. He steps closer and wraps his arms around your waist. "I should probably go back up to nick. He's waiting on snacks." He let's go and opens the snack cabinet for you. You grab snacks and head back up to nick's room.
As you watch the movie your mind is only focused on Chris. The scene of what happened in the kitchen replays in your mind on loop. Chris's face close to yours as he spoke low and seductive. Once the movie ends it's 12 am. Nick checks the time. "It's late and I would feel bad if you had to drive home so you can stay here for tonight if you want." "Sure, i live like 45 minutes away anyway." "Perfect, then i could set you up something here or if you want on the couch." "The couch will be fine since i move a lot when i sleep and don't want to kick you." You both laugh a bit before nick takes down a pillow and a blanket for you on the couch. Matt and Chris are in their rooms so the living room is quiet an dark.
You lay on the couch by yourself before you hear footsteps. Chris emerges from the darkness of the stairway and notices you. He comes and sits by you on the couch. "Hey. What are you doing still up." "Can't sleep." A smirk grows on his face. "I could help with that." Suddenly you are straddling Chris's lap with kissing him with hunger. Your tongues are fighting for dominance as you guys are in a heavy make out session. You move you hips on his which cause him to groan in the kiss. You slowly start to feel a firmness underneath you in his lap. He carries you to his room and lays you down on the bed and crawls over you. Seeing him hovering over you gets you excited. You start to feel a familiar wetness in you panties. He starts to kiss your neck while his hands move under your shirt, caressing the soft skin. Chris slides your shirt over you head revealing your bra. he unclips it and takes it off. His fingers run along you beasts and your nipples harden. He starts to suck on one while massaging the other. Sounds of pleasure escape your mouth as he gives the other nipple the same attention as the first.
His shirt is now off and his hands roam your body. he slides off your sweats and his, leaving you both in your underwear. He kisses down your stomach leaving love bites along the way until he reaches you panties waistband. He takes them off with his teeth and throws them. Chris licks his lips as he takes in the view of your glistening folds. "So wet for me baby." "Mhm." "I've misses this perfect pussy." He licks down your folds coating his tongue in your juices. He presses a kiss to your throbbing clit before putting it his mouth. Sucking while flicking his tongue makes you let out moans. His fingers find your hole and enter. He's tongue and fingers working in rhythm to push you over the edge. "You close yet mama." His words against you clit make you moan out a yes. He doubles his efforts, pumping his fingers faster and sucking harder on your clit. You clench around his fingers and cover his hand in your release. He works you through your orgasm and pulls his fingers out. He licks his digits clean. "Taste so good. Can't wait to be inside you."
He pulls his boxers off revealing his huge dick, that you're still not used to. "Get on you hands and knees for me." You do so and runs his hands over your ass. You arch your back as he lines up and he bites his lip. He grabs your hips as he pushes in. You moan as you feel every inch of him inside you. He grits his teeth. "Such a tight pussy." He starts to thrust and that makes your back arch more. His thrusts are so hard, your face gets pushed into the pillow. With every thrust his tip kisses your cervix. Moans from both of you fill the room. "I-i think i'm c-close." you manage to get out. "Me too...mmph." His thrusts become faster and harder which makes you moan loud into the pillow. His hand finds your clit and rubs it firmly. You clench around him and he pinches your clit which sends shocks of pleasure through you. "F-fuck." You cum around his cock covering it. He soon twitches in you and fills you up with thick ropes of his cum. He pulls out and lays next to you.
You guys lay there while you catch your breaths. "That was incredible." "Hell yeah." He gets up and grabs a towel from his closet and cleans you both up. You get back in your clothes and lay in the bed again. "I'm never not texting you again." You laugh a bit. "You missed this pussy too much." "Yes i did." "I should probably go back up to the couch so they don't suspect anything." "That's probably right."
The next morning you wake up on the couch. Chris comes into the living room and sits by me. Nick soon after comes into the living room and sit on the couch. "How did you sleep y/n" "I slept well actually." "I could barely sleep because of all the noise i heard in Chris's room." Me and Chris glance at each other and our cheeks get red. Nick looks confused for a minute before saying, "ew! i knew Chris was fucking someone down there!" You and Chris laugh. "You guys are sick."
divider by: @bernardsbendystraws
tags: @loveparqdise @h3arts4harry @afilmbykay @peiivnao @lolastrniolo
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What’s A Rose in Fairyland about?
Thanks for the asks about this one @azapofinspiration, @duodipersponsh, and anon!! Alright, the original story, hehehe >:D I have been having a lot of fun plotting this one out! The basic premise is:
Right on the very outskirts of Fairyland, there is a small village of humans. Now, the forest of Fairyland is known for being very very bad for humans, as in "if you go in you'll never come back out", so they really shouldn't be living there — but in their defense, their village was not always on the edge of Fairyland.
Fairyland has been growing. Very rapidly. And it is now consuming their village, and no one knows why.
Most people in the village flee, but by then some of the residents have been infected by the roots of the forest. This means they cannot go too far from Fairyland, or else they'll become rooted in the ground and turn into trees, thus expanding the forest even further.
Pretty soon there's only a scattered group of people left in the outskirts of the village, both infected and not, watching their old houses be consumed. They know they can't survive there forever. Even if food weren't an issue (most of their farmland is now forest), there are monsters in the woods. Living too close makes it all too likely that they'll end up eaten.
So the main character of the story, Rose, decides to venture into Fairyland herself and figure out what the hell is going on with the fae.
...Unfortunately, Rose has all the subtlety of a sledgehammer, and cannot pick up on subtext to save her life.
You can imagine how this might become a problem when facing a forest full of tricksters.
But yeah! Most of the story is gonna take place in Fairyland itself, and there's going to be some mystery elements, as well as character stuff — also, I have been really enjoying figuring out how the ecology of Fairyland is going to work! Fantasy ecology is so fun to mess around with (magic as an additional energy source!!)
I'll put an excerpt under the cut (since this is already getting a bit long lol), as well as some art I've been working on of Rose :D
Rose pushed through the brush, ignoring the tug of briars at her cloak, and emerged into a clearing.
It was brighter than the surrounding forest, but only slightly. The sun was still filtered through layers and layers of greenery that turned the light heavy and liquid, oozing down from above like honey. The few sunbeams that made their way to earth illuminated circling insects, their threadlike wings catching in the light as they whirled about in the air.
The clearing seemed entirely empty, but the surrounding trees appeared almost uncomfortably close to being a perfect circle. Rose thought about the fairy rings spoken of in childhood tales, and narrowed her eyes.
Still. It was the most direct path to take, wasn’t it?
The moss covering the ground was so dense and damp that Rose’s boots sunk into it with every step she took. She avoided stepping on the many mushrooms pushing up from the earth, remembering Martha’s warning about disturbing them. Rose really didn’t need her feet turning to wood while she tried to walk.
Suddenly, she paused.
Inside her lantern, the salamander had begun behaving oddly.
While before it had been peacefully curled around the candle’s wick, slumbering away, the creature was now crawling in rapid circles, seemingly in a panic.
“What’s the matter?” Rose asked, raising the lantern up to eye level so she could study the salamander closer. “You want out now?”
She crouched down and unlatched the front glass panel to free it, but the salamander didn’t take the offered exit. Instead, it dove straight into the flame itself and huddled there, quivering, its big eyes reflecting the fire as it stared back at Rose.
“Hmm,” said Rose.
She relatched the panel and stood, holding the lantern close to her chest. Then, with her free hand, she drew her sword, and held it before them both.
It felt a bit silly to be brandishing the blade at thin air — nothing was moving, aside from the lazily drifting insects. Still, the salamander had to be frightened of something.
“I’ll protect you,” she told the bundle of anxious flames, and strode forward with grim determination.
Before she had gone more than a single step further, she was caught around the waist by an arm, and yanked backwards against what felt like a human chest.
Without looking or thinking twice, Rose thrust the pommel of her sword back over her shoulder with every ounce of her strength.
The blow must have hit its mark, for she was released at once, and whatever had grabbed her let out a startled yelp of agony.
“Ow,” the voice said emphatically.
Rose whirled around, ready to strike again, only to find a human-shaped person there, doubled over and clutching at their face.
“By all the ancient wealds, what a prickly human!” the figure laughed, voice a little strained. “A little quick on the draw, aren’t you?”
When their hands lowered from their face, Rose could see the person was wearing a mask made of bark that hid all of their features, save for a rough pair of holes for their eyes. They were taller than her, and clad in an oddly fine-fabriced tunic and breeches of earthen tones.
Most importantly, however, their ears were long and pointed, standing out from amidst their long dark curls. An elf.
Rose leveled her sword at the elf, scowling. “Who are you?” she demanded.
“Ah, not even a hello? How impolite,” the elf bemoaned. Then they swept a deep bow, apparently fully recovered. “I am Silvian of the Luminescent Grove, or as some might call me, he who wanders. And who might you be, little human?”
“Why did you grab me?” Rose asked, ignoring the question.
Silvian paused, then pointed a rather long spindly finger behind her towards the center of the clearing. “...There’s a swallower pit just ahead,” he said plaintively. “You were about to walk straight into it, so I thought I should stop you.”
Rose glanced behind her at the seemingly empty clearing, then at the salamander in the lantern, still shivering away in the fire.
Oh. Maybe that was what scared it.
“But you needn’t take my word for it,” Silvian added, leaning down to snatch a loose twig up from the moss. “Behold!”
With that, he chucked the twig past her, landing it straight in the middle of the clearing.
In the next instant, a broad chasm opened up beneath the twig, and what seemed to be a hundred spines erupted in a circle around the hole, barely an arm’s length away from where Rose stood. She jumped back at once, hiding the lantern and salamander in her cloak, and watched with wide eyes as the many spines dove inwards on the twig to drag it down into the dark depths of the earth.
Once the twig was gone, a small fountain of dirt spewed up from the hole, filling it back in at once. It looked a little like a mole hill—but it sank in on itself rapidly, moss growing back across it at an unnatural pace, until the center of the clearing was just as still and peaceful as before.
There were a few less insects in the air above the pit, but the rest of the bugs seemed unperturbed by the loss of their comrades.
Rose waited a few seconds until her heart had stopped racing. Then she sheathed her sword, turned back to Silvian, and bowed. “In that case, my apologies. I acted hastily,” she said gravely.
Silvian’s head cocked to one side, as though surprised by this. Then he laughed, and his eyes twinkled at her from behind his mask. “Don’t mention it! If you wish to make it up to me…why not give me your name, little human?”
“I’m—” Rose began, then stopped.
Thought for a moment, remembering Reuben’s words.
Whatever you do, don’t give a fae your true name.
“—Me,” Rose finished firmly. “I’m myself, and I’m not falling for that.”
…Nevermind that she almost had, the very moment he asked her. Hmm. She would have to be more on guard, it would seem.
(And here is my WIP of Rose and her kinda fucked up sword)
#while plotting this one out I have come to the realization that some of the later plot elements are uh—#possibly the meanest I've ever been to my own characters#so that'll be fun to write lol#anyway thank you for letting my ramble about my oc plot this was very fun to write out :D#this is the first original plot I've made in a while where I actually have a solid plan for the entire thing! I am excited aksfjksdjf#senhart's writing#original story#a rose in fairyland
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Congrats on getting into your dream school and the new doggo! I know you're gonna be really busy with irl stuff and incoming asks, but if you have time, can I have an alternate scenario where MC somehow saved Bosch from the explosion during the end of World Tour? A fic or hcs is fine either way!
thank youu! and yeah you can save bosch, but it'll cost you tw drugs art work was done by @komewatari on twitter
You finally saw your chance when Bosch overextended his punch. Taking this as an opportunity, you slipped behind him and knocked him to the ground, locking your arms around his neck in a rear naked choke hold.
Half of the job was already done, but it's still going to be an uphill battle from here. And the box on his head acted as the perfect cover.
If you're fast enough, no one would notice anything; you just had to be careful of the drones circling in the sky.
When you first heard about the bomb located in the Championship belt, of course, you wanted to deactivate it. But you didn't expect JP to catch you in the act and put a halt to your plans.
Even if you win the Suval'hal Tournament, would Bosch even accept the fact that you ripped this opportunity from him? Or would he fight you every step of the way? He wanted to die with honor and take out JP himself. No way he would just let you interfere.
But you didn't have the luxury to sit around and wait for an answer, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.
You grit your teeth, refusing to relent even as Bosch struggled against your hold. Time was running out, and you couldn't afford to let him carry out his plan.
Your fingers brushed against Bosch's lips as you attempted to deliver the powder hidden in your sleeve. You had to hurry, that purple glow burning in Bosch's body was dangerous and unpredictable.
So in a last-ditch effort, you tightened your grip and forced the white powder in his mouth.
"Rohypnol..."
"...It's a potent sedative, a tool of dreams. It clouds the mind, dulls the senses, and plunges one into a state of unconsciousness. But beware, for its effects are not confined solely to put one under." A.K.I leaned closer to the phone, with a tantalizing whisper.
"But, is it safe?" You asked, staring out the open window of your hostel.
A.K.I. chuckled darkly, sending shivers down your spine "Safe? Well, that depends on your definition, now does it? Slurred speech, impaired judgment, loss of coordination, and that's just the beginning. But if you take too much... well, let's just say you might wake up with more than just a headache."
"Brutal stuff." You said, watching the kids outside play in the market.
"Don't you worry, dear. I'll make sure you get just the right dose to suit your needs. And I'll have it delivered to you by tomorrow morning. But remember, everything comes with a price.~"
Your heart pounded in fear as you waited for the effects to kick in. Bosch's eyes widened once he realized what you've done and tried to spit out the substance, but you clamped your hand over his mouth, forcing him to swallow it.
He convulsed violently, hands clawing at your face, trying to break free from your hold. And you winced once his nails dug deep into your skin.
But despite the pain, you knew you had to see this through to the end.
You held on even when Bosch began to sag in your arms, his movements growing sluggish as the drug took hold of him.
And when you felt his body going limp, you finally felt a sense of relief wash over you.
You knew you had made the right choice, no matter how hard it was.
"Fighter, you need to let go." the referee said, motioning for you to release your grip. "Your opponent has passed out. The fight is over."
But you didn't. Even though Bosch was unconscious, his plan still loomed over you like a rainy overcast. You couldn't afford to let him wake up.
"I can't." You replied, screwing your eyes shut. "Not until he's completely incapacitated."
"I'm warning you," He sternly said. "Let go now, or I'll have to disqualify you."
Reluctantly, you loosened your grip, allowing Bosch's unconscious body to slump down. You watched as the medical staff rushed to his side to assess him.
Once they saw he was still breathing, they hauled him away on a stretcher to the medical ward.
"You should go too. Get those wounds fixed up before the announcement."
You touched your face, feeling the blood trickling down.
You hardly noticed it when Bosch clawed at you because your adrenaline refused to let go of him.
The referee pulled you to your feet to help guide you out of the arena. And all you could hear is the crowd's cheers slowly disappearing as you descend deeper into the tunnel.
"You're lucky these scratches aren't deeper." Nurse Hema said, breaking you out of your thoughts. "Could have done some real damage if he hit your eye."
You nodded, eyes watching Bosch from the other side of the room. "Yeah, lucky." you mumbled.
"You're quite the fighter, you know.Not many people can withstand these injuries during a match, let alone pull off a move like that."
Forcing a small smile, you gave her your thanks but there wasn't much pride in your voice. You didn't fight to win a title or prove your strength. You only did it to save Bosch from himself and to prevent a tragedy from happening.
"Is he going to be okay?" You asked, pointing at Bosch's unconscious body.
Hema followed your finger and sighed. "He'll be out for a while. But yes, he'll recover."
Once she finished cleaning your face, she stepped back to look you over again. "There you go, you're all patched up. Just try to take it easy for the next couple of days, Okay?"
"Thank you, I appreciate it." you said, returning to Bosch.
She gave you one last nod before returning to her other patients.
The room was mostly quiet, other than hearing beeping monitors and the light whispers from people in the ward.
Your heart ached as you stared at him, guilt burrowing in your chest.
You reached out and brushed the loose strands of Bosch's hair away from his face. But you stopped once you saw your fingers shaking.
Letting out a deep breath you said, "I'm so sorry, Bosch, I didn't have a choice."
You glanced around the room, making sure no one was listening in. They stabilized him, but they didn't know when he would wake up.
But you knew that when he did, he would never forgive you for what you've done.
"You always wanted to get strong so fast and I never understood why you pushed yourself so hard." You continued, slowly intertwining your hand with his.
You felt the burn of tears welling up in your eyes, "But when Kalima told me your plan, I just knew I had to stop you. I couldn't let you kill yourself. Especially since you have so much people who care about you."
Bosch had always been so driven and it was one of the things you loved about him.
Even if it drove a wedge between you two.
"I know you think I'm naive," You said. "That I don't have any real motivation. And maybe you're right. But I do know this…I can't lose you. You mean everything to me and I wish you could've opened up to me more. I didn't know how much you were hurting."
You tightened your grip on his hand and leaned closer to him. "I love you, Bosch. Even if you don't feel the same way anymore, even if you hate me for what I did. I just couldn't let you die."
You closed your eyes, resting your forehead against your intertwined hands. "What JP is doing is wrong and he needs to be stopped. But not like this. There has to be another way. And we can find it together if you'll let me help you."
The door creaked open, and two officers stepped in. They scanned the room until their eyes landed on you.
"Y/N?" One of them asked. "We need to speak with you about what happened during your last fight.”
This is it, You thought.
"We have live footage of you administering an illegal substance to your opponent, and we need you to come back with us for further investigation." the officer continued.
"I understand." you said untangling yourself from Bosch.
You stood up to take your leave. But before you went, you gave him one last look and leaned down to press a soft kiss on his forehead. "Please wake up soon. We still have so much more to talk about."
#street fighter x reader#bosch x reader#bosch waraya#bosch waraya x reader#sf x reader#sf6 x reader#street fighter bosch#street fighter#street fighter bosch waraya#street fighter 6 x reader#street fighter 6
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Could I request a GN reader general like dating stuff with Cal Kestis? Sorry if you've already done it!
Have a good day!! <3
Cal Kestis!! Sure can! Hope these are enough ♡ I tried to zoom between Fallen Order and Survivor, but also post Survivor events, so watch out for spoilers!
Dating Cal Kestis | Headcanons
->Cal and Obi-Wan are the definition of 'perfect boyfriend'. In fact, all the Jedi are jealous they can't be them. Have you seen those gorgeous ginger locks? Running your fingers through his hair while he rests his head on your chest after a hard mission... now that's the dream.
->Cal is dreamy, yes, but he also comes with a lot of packages. He doesn't talk about it, Cal avoids talking about anything remotely involving his past trauma when he's around you. If you ask, he'll joke around to try and get you to change the topic. Cal hates to admit it (even to himself) but he doesn't feel worthy of your love. Deep down he still blames himself for the death of his master, for Cere, for Cordova...and for not sensing Bode's betrayal. Cal would never forgive himself if something had happened to you.
->He's very attentive and always willing to slow down and listen to you vent. One of Cal's hands will rub your knee, sometimes holding your hand, kissing your knuckles to make you laugh. Cal will feel angry that someone has wronged you, he'd carry that burden for you if he could.
->don't blame him if he ever crosses paths with the person/people who did you wrong and goes a little to far
->Knows you can handle yourself in battle, but if you can't, he'll insist on training you, "c'mon, I'll go easy on you!" he'd sway you into it until you eventually give up.
->Cal is a little tease too. Will let down his hair stan long haired cal and wear one of those tight sweat shirts to show off his muscles, just because he knows that will throw you off during training. He'll laugh about it too! "Yeah? Are you gonna blame me for your lack of focus?" purposely to annoy you so you'll put him in his place. Knock him down, straddle him and bring his lightsaber dangerously close to his throat and that will 100% shut him up.
->not to get nfsw but definitely has a thing for you having the upper hand. Cal will blush and stare wide-eyed, but that cocky little grin never once leaves his face. Its just too much fun seeing you mad.
->LOVES pulling you under his poncho when he's wearing one. You two obviously don't fit in one together unless you're considerably smaller and then get absorbed in Cal's poncho. Definitely gets you a bunch of ponchos too, even shares his! Couple's that match together stay together.
->BD-1 is your child, I don't make the rules. He loves you nearly as much as Cal and lives to make your boyfriend jealous by snuggling closer to you at night.
->"I think you've stolen him from me." Cal jokes as BD-1 hops on your shoulder as you leave the ship. He has never seen his little buddy droid so trusting of someone that isn't Cal himself. Sure, BD-1 trusts Cere, Merrin and Greez, but not as much as he trusts you, so it must means you're special.
->of course you're special, Cal would think to himself, you made me fall for you.
->not overly touchy but loves to hold your hands in his, even does it unconsciously and especially in his sleep. Cal will seek you out to rest his chin on your shoulder or the top of your head, sometimes even wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close. May or may not start pampering your skin with soft, little kisses all the way up to your jawline and if you don't stop then he'll take it a step further...have I said he's touch-starved? He is. Once he gets his hands on you, there's no prying him away.
->Keeps a little trinket that reminds him of you if you two have to be separated. Cal will look at it, play with it between his fingers, wishing it was you he was holding instead. Probably get you something like that too, I headcanon that it's a blue and red bracelet :)
->The incident with Dagan and then Bode's betrayal has taken a toll on Cal. You can see his struggle with the darkside, even during his sleep (or the few hours that he gets of rest) his face is closed up and his hands tighten around you, as if you were sand about to escape between his fingers. Saying he becomes more fearful and protective is an understatement - life becomes so much more real when you have someone to lose, and Cal has lost too many. To lose you would be to lose himself.
->The duel with Dagan nearly cost your life as the red blade nearly sliced you in half hadn't his own lightsaber blocked it in time. Dagan taunted Cal for his love for you and that was the first time you saw the darkness that lies behind his eyes. He almost cut off Dagan's head.
->Bode was his friend, and Cal trusted him, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous when you two got a little bit too close, or when Bode's hand trailed down your arm, his smile growing just a bit. Cal would sulk for a while and his kisses and holding would become just a tad bit more hungry and possessive, as if he's trying to prove something.
->Don't worry, he'll calm down when you show your love for him. Run your fingers through his hair, pull him close to you, whisper sweet nothings to his ear until he's weak under your touch.
->He's not very experienced as to what he should call you, sure before you he had at least one other relationship (which was just a little teenage crush and barely lasted more than a few rotations). Nicknames such as love and baby suffice for him, but at one point in your relationship you both start a challenge as to who can find the most dumbass nicknames for each other, and Cal takes that to heart.
->Spoiler alert, Cal wins. Everyone in the ship is horrified at the nicknames he's calling you such as his "sweet pookie bogling" and winking at you, knowing how embarrassing it is. He's a dork, but a competitive one at that. You gotta give him credit for the creativity though.
->On Tanalorr, Cal wishes for nothing more than a peaceful life with you. He has never thought of himself as a father, but he'd be lying if he said being with you hasn't sparked some thoughts that often come to him when he sees you playing with BD-1 or caring for Kata.
->That's when he knows that no matter how hard the fight gets, everything will be alright as long as he has you by his side.
#✵•.✵𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨✵.•✵#cal kestis#cal kestis x reader#cal kestis x you#cal kestis x y/n#jedi fallen order#jedi survivor#star wars#star wars x reader
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NO STRINGS ATTACHED PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the 2011 film
i'm warning you. if you take one step closer, i'm never letting you go.
so what's up with not calling me back?
it's perfect. will you read it for me?
did you think we had sex? we did not have sex!
i know it's over.
are you having sex?
that is a terrible, self-destructive plan, and i'm behind you a hundred percent.
when we met, you weren't wearing pants.
can we not tell everyone?
how long have you two been together?
what i need is someone who's gonna be in my bed at 2AM who i don't have to lie to or eat breakfast with.
yup, i'm definitely gay.
look, i'm not really an affectionate person.
go on a date with me.
you are such an overachiever.
look at my face.
we're sex friends. friends with benefits. fuck buddies.
i can't keep doing this. i'm not gonna see you again.
look, i know i'm supposed to want to be in a relationship, but i just end up with a broken heart and a bunch of their old t-shirts.
if we were in a relationship, i would become a weird scary version of myself. my throat starts constricting. the walls start throbbing. it's like a peanut allergy, like an emotional peanut allergy.
hey, someone call charlie brown! we found the great pumpkin!
don't make fun of me!
i'm gonna call everyone in my phone until someone agrees to have sex with me.
i'm pretty good at archery.
let's smoke some weed.
i sprained my wrist punching a wall.
i'm not good at this stuff.
the box of fifty donut holes is $5.79. you're gonna need two boxes.
we fell asleep and we were spooning.
try to stay away from women who want to fuck you.
that was really mean.
don't do that. don't just disappear like that on me.
how much money do you have on you?
do you wanna do this?
well, i can't date you either.
you're very talented, but fuck you!
i guess i wanted to hear your voice.
i want you to know that i respect you.
you shouldn't listen to me.
thank you for what you did back at the restaurant.
do you want to get out of here?
it's not really possible.
you left your socks in my room.
if you're lucky, you're never gonna see me again.
congrats? for what? having sex with you?
i'm so sorry. i love you.
hey, you can't call me and tell me that you miss me.
if you really miss me, you need to grow up and get in your car and come and see me.
people aren't meant to be together forever.
i don't want to freak you out, but i'd love to hang out with you in the daytime sometime.
i thought you just said it.
i'm going to start peeing with the door open. it's going to get weird.
i can't focus on my porn with all this real sex going on around me!
i don't want to have that conversation on the phone.
we don't get to pick who we fall in love with, and it doesn't happen like it should.
we didn't break up. we never started.
you did a good job, so i thought you deserved a balloon.
you make my heart skip a beat.
yeah, i could do that.
can i say something? and don't take this the wrong way because you know i'll be your friend no matter what.
okay, where's that?
oh, by the way, it's the best sex of my life.
are you still there?
i made you a valentine's day card.
i'm assuming that's a good thing.
things were getting too intense so we decided not to see each other until we hook up with other people.
that's really sweet.
you always do this. you always find something wrong with everybody who likes you.
we were spooning with our clothes on which is like. ten times worse.
we are getting laid tonight!
is this about me not having a date?
god, i am single as fuck.
i understand what's going on.
you have to come with me.
i can't stop thinking about them.
this isn't really my place.
i'm telling you to be hurt. i can take it. the world can take it.
sometimes my neck gets sore because my brain is so big.
get in your car and drive away.
i know this is random. i just... um. i miss you. i miss you so much.
i don't know what to say.
you're fucking my ex-girlfriend?
i'm not gonna meet your parents.
don't list me as your emergency contact. i won't come.
you know i worry about you sometimes.
i think monogamy goes against our basic biology.
i just worked fourteen hours.
no one threw up on me today.
that was such a fail on my part.
if i catch you taking pictures of your dick one more time, i'm taking that thing away.
watch and learn.
you want to go with me to this stupid thing?
did i just pass out on your couch?
did you look at it?
oh my god, i love you so much.
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It’s not a limited feature for people you want to kiss. There’s Syd, Richie, …Mikey… - i might struggle with reading comprehension cause the amount of reads it took for me to understand that she in fact does NOT want to kiss all of them i- (wishful thinking who)
HE STOLE FLOWERS FOR HER 😭😭😭
he sidles up behind you and puts his head on your shoulder, hands hovering as if he’s going to hug your waist but simply cannot bring himself to. - I WILL EVAPORATE
he wanted the mug she made, yeah i might explode
“Think you’re gonna realize I’m not as good as you think I am.” - I’m actually crying
He kind of, tugs at you, pulling you closer to him - I’m not okay (i promise)
Carmen can see it, now. The way your jaw clenches, how you’re looking past him, not at him. The way you mirror how he imagines he looked in the walk-in, to you. He decides to take a page out of your book, and hugs you close. “Know so.” - The way he’s the one to take care of HER, yeah that is fully everything to me
“It’s both. It can be both.” - HGNNNNNN [screaming into a pillow]
You’re not ready to risk him no longer liking you. - 👀👀 my interest 📈📈
“But it’s nothing that would make me leave. Nothing that’s not worth it.” - I WANT NOTHING BUT HAPPINESS FOR THESE TWO (challenge level: impossible)
You’re not failing again - NOT HER BLAMING HERSELF FOR MICHAEL, I WILL RIOT AND PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS🤺🤺
He replaces the Cubs jersey wearing bear in your arms, that night. He hopes he will forever, he's pretty sure he won't. - this simultaneously made my heart swell and break
Carmen never turns off his location, and he never will. - 💓💕💖✨
He takes advantage of the whipped cream on your nose and the severe lack of napkins in your bedroom when he can. - Nose kiss🥺🥹😭
the way this chapter was devastating but you still treated us with small soft moments (head on shoulder, nose kiss, cuddles in bed) was so powerful of you!! also yes as much as i wanted full on smooches you’re right it makes no sense, it was better this way (your talent!!)
I love getting the longest fuckin message in my inbox, nothing makes me happier, you must know this. Let's do list format so I don't fuckin' forget anythingTHREE MINUTES ON THE INBOX TIMER HEY ALSO IF YOU'RE GOOD I'LL PUT A SNIPPET OF THE WIP OF THE NEXT CHAPTER AT THE BOTTOM OKAY??? OKAY LETS FUCKING G O O
I so heavily debated a romantic relationship with Mikey bro, and honestly, as readers, if you'd like to look at Chip and Mikey that way, I wouldn't be able to fault you. They absolutely give that vibe. I also think if Tony was in the canon Bear universe, I do genuinely think she'd be the perfect match for Richie. That stupid fuck. Hated his ass until he got character growth'd into oblivion. And I would like to personally believe Syd and Tony did like, at least a smooch in highschool. To confirm or deny things, for themselves. Yknow. Classic teen girl stuff, right?
NO ONES FUCKING TALKING ABOUT THIS BRO!!! HE WAS HAVING A FULL BLOWN MELTDOWN AND S T I L L KEPT THE SANCTITY OF MIND ON HIS WALK TO STEAL HER FLOWERS, IN THE SAME WAY SHE STILL MADE THE EFFORT TO MAKE HIM HOT CHOCOLATE. I'M SO. SICK. I'M WRETCHING.
Bro fumbles before he can fumble fr. What can I say?
I debated the mug thing for a minute, I was like, he would want the handmade mug, no matter what, but would he have the courage to ask for something he wants? But I think asking her out (kind of) was such a huge step, that the mug was inevitable. He'd do it.
I fuckin LOVE making these two mirror each other so perfectly. There's fully bits of dialogue that I've recalled from the Bear and had Tony say. They just. They take care of each other so well because they both get it. And I love this moment especially because it's very explicitly Him learning from her on how to care. Like, that + the It can be both!! The shared burden!! Taking from learning from Tony and Syd!! I love to see this growth in him
And baby, that interest is gonna STAY piqued we're not at the crust of this CRUX YET!
I want the happiness for them too, I promise, but it's like that uhhh Episode of Bluey, where they fight and they're like awwee fighting can actually be good for growth..... But like, not an episode of Bluey vibe at all. To this one. LMAO
I WANT TO EMPHASIZE SO MUCH, AND MAYBE I SHOULD'VE DONE SO BEFORE-- TONY IS SO NOT AT FAULT, FOR ANY OF THAT-- IT'S TRULY JUST WRITING FROM HER PERSPECTIVE!! Both of them being self-loathing and deeply blaming themselves for things entirely out of their control-- Entirely just their characters and deluded self-perceptions. I'd never say those things about my dear babe tony.
I love lines like They hope this will last, they know it will not. They're so deeply deeply hurtful. I love them so much.
Location and nose kiss!! Gah!!! Bear's a cutie. He tries to not be but he's such a patootie. NOTHING makes the devastating moments more devastating like softness. Like, the couple laying in bed during the Titanic. Nothing could possibly be fuckin' sadder.
THANK YOU FOR THIS ESSAY I WENT WAY OVER MY TIME I GOTTA GO TAKE A SHOWER AND PASS OUT I'VE GOT A REAL FUCKED UP SCHEDULE WITH THE WHOLE NEW JOB COUCH HOPPING BUSINESS. ANYWAYS. A PROMMY IS A PROMMY HERE'S A FUCKIN SNIPPET FROM THE FIRST SECTION OF THE NEXT CHAP (Probably will be revised and edited later a little bit don't YELL AT ME LATER ABOUT THIS!!!)
I write these in word, if it's blurry that's not my FAULT!!!!!!! I AM SORRY THOUGH!!!! THANK YOU AGAIN!!! GOOD NIGHT FUCKERS!!! GO VOTE ON THE TONY/CHIP POLL A COUPLE ASKS DOWN I GENUINELY WANNA KNOW!!
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I'm here for the writer's ask game :)
1, 2, 3, 4, 5,6, 7, 8, 11, 12, 15, 16, 27, 28, 29, 30, 37, 39
Well, hello there! :D
Questions 1,3,5,6,7:
Answered here
2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?
Memory loss, but also growing old together. I think both tropes would require a lot of care and nuance to go into characterization that'd be very interesting to me
4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?
Quite a few, actually! A couple of one-shots I'm working on, but also long-fics that I'm not sure whether I'll have the time or energy to tackle
The one most likely (still unlikely) to see the light of day is a post-rumbling, fake-dating fic because everyone's trying to get the new ambassador of peace to marry their daughter and Armin is (and Annie) just getting sick of it all
I mostly want it to be Armin-centric, everything that "Take my hand" fic was meant to be but couldn't (sorry Moon)
8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
This probably wont' be the most honest/accurate answer, but since my brain has been flooded with ch 20 for the past 2 weeks-ish straight, it's gotta be this:
“I knew it, you and your plans,” Annie breathes with a small laugh, and it’s enough to make him smile, too. It always is. “What? You’re planning on marrying me on a remote beach somewhere?” “I will,” he promises. “You’ll get sand in your shoes.” She smiles. “Our friends will all be there.” He hopes. “The cake will get dirty.” She frowns. “I’ll promise to love you,” he vows. “We’ll spend the whole night brushing sand out of our hair instead of anything fun.” she pouts. “Yeah.” “I think I’d like that, Armin,” she murmurs, voice soft in his ears as she shuffles closer.
Dialogue is already not my strongest suit, so whenever I find myself writing bits that just flow between the two characters, I'm immediately pleased!
11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?
Is there a difference between the two? I've been writing stuff and imagining worlds and scenarios since as far back as I could remember. I find writing to be an excellent practice of empathy and compassion, for not only people I may otherwise not fully understand, but also extending it to myself and how I may be feeling at specific times but having a hard time realize
definitely a passion!
12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?
I wouldn't say an episode/chapter, since I'm mostly consuming aot as whole arcs. But definitely the final arc, not only for aruani, but also as a life philosophy, if that makes sense lol
15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?
I mean... I wanna saw BW, since that's the apple of my eye, but I also fail to see how so much internal monologue and emotional writing can be distilled into an image (but then again, I'm not well versed in the visual arts)
It's gonna have to be I'm begging for you to take my hand
16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?
I may be biased to my current writing, but I can totally see myself exploring a wide variety of human emotions and circumstances with Armin and Annie in the aot universe and outside it
27. How do you feel about collaborations?
Never been in one before. It's intriguing but also the perfect opportunity for my imposter syndrome to step in and fear of disappointing other writers I may be working alongside
28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.
It'd be hypocritical not to mention @/you first! Not only is your writing incredibly poetic and artistic in nature, it also delves into the very depths of a character's emotions. It feels like I'm writing something that should be categorized as literary, instead of just writing or fiction
@moonspirit (come get yo praise!)
It's the movement and animation in your writing that always captures me. Everything always feels so vivid and alive even if it's inanimate! You're like of Ghibli studio was a literary publishing house
@/ackermom on AO3
the emotional pull is out of this world HOLLY FUCK! I can't just casually read any of their fics, I need to mentally prepare (maybe even have a full day off :| )
29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
@dudewhy3 give us more of deep cuts!! (no pressure :) )
30. Do you accept prompts?
Yes and no. When I do I usually only do it for very short drabbles just as an exercise in writing and have some "mindless" fun so I don't have to stress over every single word I write
37. Talk about your current wips.
Well, I wanna finish BW sometime within the next month or so, A couple of... one-shots that I wanna write (IYKYK) but I also really wanna get back into Slow and Steady
39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?
If it's on tumblr:
Similarly on AO3, I just don't give them the time of day. People like that 99% of the time are just looking for a reaction because they have nothing better to do IRL and want to feel important online. I just don't engage
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Request 17th July 2022
For AlithShepard95 on Wattpad!
TW: I have no idea how record studio contracts work so um... *slaps excuse 'it's another planet, things work differently'*
"Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you? Are you feeling like a social tool without a use? Scream at me until my ears bleed I'm taking heed just for you"
"That was perfect!" Matteo, the bassist of the band, said.
"Alright, we're done," Ben spoke through his microphone.
I smiled and nodded, my eyes turning green. I took off my guitar's strap and headed towards the door as it opened. I entered the main room and left my guitar on its stand.
A few of the people greeted me before Matteo and our drummer Cole gave me hugs and kisses, congratulating each other for finishing a new album.
"We will soon start our promotion tour!" Matteo said, very excited.
"Guys, I can't leave because of my sister," I said quietly and immediately regretted it.
Cole gave me a sympathetic look "(Y/N), we have to and you know it."
"Yeah, alright, I'll speak with Seb," I sighed.
Sebastian was our manager. He took care of most of the money. He would often come to our recording sessions too. He was saying goodbye to some of the people before leaving in the hallways. I took my jacket and hat off of the hanger and walked after him.
"Sebastian!" He stopped as I stepped in front of him. "Yes, hi, I mean, um-"
"What is it (Y/N)? I have to get home for dinner," he smiled.
Dinner my butt. "Sorry to stop you like that, but I really," I dragged out the 'y', "need money. Please, Seb, I need the money now." Now because it could be too late.
"I gave you everything, I gave you so much. Show me what I could have hidden from you," he told me. "Bring the papers you brought before and I'll give you the money. Goodnight (Y/N)."
I nodded and watched him walk away before taking a left turn, disappearing. My eyes turned grey. Same excuse as before. Same thing. I can't believe he came up with the same thing again.
I put on my jacket and hat, rushing in the hallways, shuffling in my pocket, feeling if everything is here then I went down the stairs in front of the building. I walked down the sidewalk, looking at the different shops and stuff in them.
"Oh my!" Someone in front of me said. "(Y/N) (Y/L), is that you?"
My eyes turned from blue to green.
"Yes, that's me!" I smiled. I hoped everything went by fast, I had places to be.
"Can I please have an autograph?" She pulled out a digital notepad.
"Yes!" I took them and quickly signed
"My friends won't believe it!" The girl said excitedly behind me as I took a right turn.
While walking, more people stopped me. I couldn't decline their request so I just dealt with it. It wasn't that bad but it got annoying, especially when you were in a rush. Paparazzi were very very annoying, but when I spotted one, I would usually give them a middle finger and smile.
The hospital's door disappeared as I came closer to it. I made my way to my sister's room.
She was always where I last left her. Seeing her like that was always hard for me.
"Oh, Ellie," I sighed and sat in the bed, taking her hand in mine. My eyes were glued to the floor, it's been months and I still couldn't believe I'm here. "Today we finished a new album. We'll start touring soon, I'll have to leave you..." I took a deep breath. "I talked with Sebastian... He came up with the same excuse. I'm sorry I can't help you..." I whispered the last part and squeezed her hand.
At some point, a woman walked into the room.
"I'm sorry, but visiting hours are..." She paused. "Are you (Y/N) (Y/L)?" She went through her papers, I guessed searching for my sister's name.
"Alright, where do I sign?" My eyes turned red, but I calmed down.
I dropped my jacket on the floor as soon as I entered my trashy apartment and I threw my hat at the wall. I could live in a bigger place, a house, not a small apartment, I could. But I didn't. I couldn't and I didn't want to. Almost all of the money I got, which wasn't even half of what I should have actually got, went for my sister's hospital bill, for her medication.
I sat on the chair in front of my table. All of the papers that I looked through to prove that Sebastian was robbing me were still there. He was robbing me. I showed them to him multiple times, I went through them multiple times, there was no doubt.
Sebastian threatened to stop giving me money if I tell someone. If I get him in court, he will end my career, he'll end me. There were a couple of murder threats and I got pretty scared.
I flinched when I heard a knock on my window. There was no more light shining through the window and there was loud music coming from below my apartment which I had completely ignored.
I pushed the curtains out of my way and noticed the tattoo on my hand flash. I got a bit giddy. Razer was standing in front of the window, a smile appeared on his lips when he saw me and my eyes turned green.
I pressed the button used to open the window. It didn't work and I pressed it a couple more times before violently hitting it and I heard a click. The window didn't open so I had to pull it.
As soon as Razer got into the room, I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him. He also wrapped his arms around me and I let out a long sigh.
When we parted, I saw Hal entering through the window and Kilowog behind him, hitting his head on the frame and I chuckled.
"I'm so happy that you are here!" I said, also giving them hugs.
"So are we," Hal said. "We haven't seen each other for a long time."
"Long time, yeah yeah, actually a few months," I smiled. "But I still missed you."
"How are you?" Razer asked me.
"I'm okay," I pushed the scattered around the table papers together.
Hal picked one up from the floor and used his ring to read it.
"(Y/N), are you sure you are okay? These are the same p-"
I snatched the sheet out of his hand and placed it with the rest, muttering a 'yes'. It was none of their business and I could deal with it alone. I didn't need any help with anything.
"Anyway, why don't I make you dinner? You must be tired from the trip."
When I was done eating, I excused myself and got up to get the spare room I had in the apparent and the couch ready for my guests.
"Alright, who's going to take the room and who will take the couch?" I leaned onto my chair's backrest.
"What about Razer?" Kilowog asked and I noticed a grin appear on the Red Lantern's face when realisation hit his friend. "The room is mine!"
"Hey, who said so?" Hal exclaimed.
There was an argument and I started feeling tired so I left them. Razer followed me into the bedroom and when I closed the door, he hugged me from behind.
"What?" I leaned back as he kissed my neck.
"What were those papers?" He spoke in that same comforting voice he used when I was sad.
I thought if I should answer or not. The image of my sister on the bed flashed through my mind and my grip around Razer's arm tightened.
"Sebastian, my band's manager, wouldn't give me the money that is mine. I..." I remembered what had happened and my eyes turned from grey to red. I pulled myself out of Razer's arms and began to walk around the room. "I spoke with him today. He came up with the same stupid excuse to bring the papers proving that he stole money and he will give them to me. I showed them to him so many times! He didn't do anything! He keeps robbing me! I have no idea is that just me..." I heard a knock coming from the floor, the neighbours clearly didn't like my footsteps. I sat on the bed and continued, "I have no idea if my band members also have the same problem. Sebastian, that idiot, threatened to do something very bad if I tell anybody," another few thumps came from below because Razer walked over to me. "Oh shut up!" I hit the floor with my feet.
"Calm down," Razer placed his hand on mine.
"Don't you dare tell me to calm down," I pulled my hand out of his and sat further away from him. "I won't calm down! My sister's in the hospital! She's laying there all day, she doesn't move! The rising and falling of her chest is the only sign that she is alive. And you want me to calm down!" I felt tears well up in my eyes as they turned grey. I could lose my sister. The one who I spent my childhood with, the one I always cared for, the one that has my unconditional love, that one, that sister. "My little sister..." I whispered and placed my face in my hands.
I was woken up by the feeling of a pair of lips against my cheek. It took me a moment to realise what was going on. I pulled Razer down and kissed him as he lay down.
"Why are you waking me up so early?" I stretched.
"It's a surprise," he smiled.
Kilowog and Hal were ready as well and seemed to have found their way around my kitchen-they were drinking coffee and handed me a mug.
"Why are you all awake so early?" I sat down on my chair.
"You'll see," Kilowog answered me.
"Oh, c'mon, tell me," I sighed.
"It's a surprise," Razer pat my head when he passed by me and sat next to me.
"Please?"
"No."
I repeated myself, dragging out the word but I still received the same reply. I continued to insist until they told me we had somewhere to go. Somewhere. We?
All four of us flew out.
"(Y/N), do you remember how much money that manager of yours owed you?" Hal asked me.
"Yeah, why?" His words went through my head again. "What are you doing? Why are we going there?"
"Oh, I just thought about something," Razer had a mischievous grin on his face. "Don't worry. Why do you wear that mask?" He changed the topic like we weren't flying towards Sebastian's apartment.
I heard Hal laugh. "Paparazzi."
"Yep, if you look down, you will probably see them taking photos," I chuckled.
"We're here," Kilowog announced.
I hadn't realised how close we lived. But of course, his apartment was in one of the big buildings that tower over mine and hides my sun every single morning and I'm left in the cold.
Kilowog stopped me when we reached one window. I could see a very well-decorated living room that was in brown colours, giving it a very comfortable look and Sebastian sitting on the couch.
"And how exactly are we going to get in?" I whispered.
Hal made a line, sneaking it to the other side and pushing the button, but the window didn't open.
"Listen, we shouldn't do it. Let's go back," I sighed.
"No. How do I open it?" Hal asked.
"Copy a finger."
He did as told and formed a hand that looked like mine, pressing the button and opening the window. He was the first one to go in, Razer behind him, Kilowog after them and I was last.
Hal placed his hand over Sebastian's mouth as he panicked and Kilowog tied him up.
Razer sat on the coffee table, a grin appearing on his face.
"I was told that you are robbing people," Razer looked at Hal and Kilowog then continued. "I want to talk with you about a specific one. (Y/N) (Y/L). How much money have you stolen?"
Sebastian murmured into the hand.
"Will you shout if we let you speak?"
Sebastian shook his head and Hal removed his hand. But he was a liar-he immediately started crying for help and he was muted again.
"I see that there's no easy way to do this," Razer created a knife and brought it up to his face, adoring it. "Will you cry out now? I just want to know how much money you stole from Miss (Y/L)," awh, I'm Miss, "and I want them back in her bank account."
They allowed Sebastian to speak.
"I'll give everything back, I promise, I'll give it back!" I couldn't see his face but I was sure it was pale. "Just leave!"
"I'll come back with I don't see the money tomorrow," Razer got up but he leaned across the couch. "If I learn that you told someone about this..."
He walked past me as I smiled at him and we all left.
[MONTHS LATER]
"C'mon, please, let's not watch it," I pleaded.
"No, I want to see it," Elena was using the remote, sitting between Hal and Kilowog.
"Why?" I was scrolling through the screen of my tablet, looking for a specific magazine I had saved. "Nothing special, a performance like every other."
"We all want to see it," Razer smiled.
I sighed. "Oh, look at that! I told you you'll see each other in a magazine."
I handed the tablet to Razer, who read the title out loud, "our Green Lantern flies over the city with two others and one Red."
He showed it to the others and they chuckled.
"Kilowog is caught in an awful angle," Hal laughed.
"At least I'm not falling behind," he answered, indicating me.
"Yeah, yeah, anyway," I closed the tablet.
"I found it!" Elena said excitedly.
"No, please," I pouted.
"What's so bad about it?" Razer asked and opened his arms.
"Nothing?"
"Then come here."
I threw myself over the couch's armrest and Razer hugged me as I laid my head on his chest.
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Comfort and Fun
The wheel has spoken. Raph is next.
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Pandemic is a cooperative board game. It is designed to make players work together to face the problems arranged before them. Given the nature of cooperative board games, though, this doesn't always work. Sometimes, it's just a matter of the group being conflicted over what steps to take. In other cases, an "alpha" will emerge and attempt to steer the entire game in their vision. Things can get ugly if there are multiple of these strong personalities in the group.
Things got ugly between Regiomontanus and Leonardo.
It started with a simple disagreement about how to handle the final troublesome disease on the board. It ended with Leo revealing some deep-seated feelings about Gio's presence, and Gio leaving the room. Desperately wanting to prevent the situation from worsening, Raphael has taken it upon himself to follow and check on Gio.
Raph finds the sea turtle in a hallway just outside the lair's common area, curled up against the wall. He creeps just a bit closer and hears them quietly crying. His heart sinks. He discards his stealthy approach and approaches them outright.
"Hey, Gio," he says gently. "Can I sit with you?"
"Why?" they ask between sobs. "I...I ruined game night. Why do you even want to be around me...?"
"No, no! You haven't ruined anything!" the snapping turtle asserts as he sits beside his distressed companion. "It's just one game. We've got time for more. I bet it'll all blow over soon."
"I dunno... You heard what Leo said. Those feelings don't just 'blow over.' It sounds like he...he really doesn't think he can trust me. I didn't do anything wrong, did I...?"
"Not that I know of. But maybe it'll help for you to know exactly where he's coming from. Remember what we were saying about those people who have deceived and tried to attack us before?"
"Yeah..."
"And what Donnie said about our 'rogues gallery of villains?'"
"...Yeah...?"
"...These...aren't your run-of-the-mill thugs. They're mostly mutants like us...and some yōkai, but either way, they have extremely dangerous powers."
"Wait, like, actual yōkai?"
Raph nods. "Some of them have seriously hurt us, too. One of them--a spider yōkai lady--even turned all of New York into a battle arena and made us fight for our lives in there."
"...W...what? Why wasn't that on, like, national news?!"
"It's a long story. We'll tell you some other time. But the point is, that's what we mean by 'dangerous people.' That's what Leo means by 'people we shouldn't trust.'"
Gio goes silent for a minute, staring at the wall ahead as they try to process the information that Raph just relayed to them. For a solid thirty seconds, all they can think is, Well, heck. No wonder he got like that with me.
When their train of thought finally resumes, they ask feebly, "So I guess you guys have been through a lot...huh...?"
"Yeah," Raph confirms. "...Especially Leo."
"Ah, geez..." Gio can't help but start crying again. "I had no idea... I shouldn't have snapped at him...! Why'd I have to go and ruin everything...?!"
"Hey, no...!" Raph softly places one of his hands on their shoulder. "Stuff happens, okay? I know I've gotten into some nasty fights with the others... But then, once everything's cooled down, we talk it out, and that helps. It isn't always perfect, but it still helps. Maybe you and Leo can talk your stuff out later, in a less 'heat of the moment argument' kind of way."
Gio gives a small smile. "Yeah... That...that might work... ...Thank you..."
"Aww, no problem! Now, whaddya say we get back to playing some games, huh?"
"In...in a minute. I don't want to go in there looking like...this," the sea turtle says, gesturing to their tear-streaked face.
"That's okay. Take your time. I'll stay right here with you until you're ready to go back."
"Y-you don't have to..."
"It's fine, really! I don't want you to be all alone when you're feeling crummy like this...unless you wanna be alone--"
"No, it's okay. You can stay."
Raph smiles, and the two sit together in silence for a couple minutes. Gio eventually regains their composure, but they comment, "I should at least apologize to Leo before I go back in..."
"No need," an outside voice interjects.
Gio and Raph both snap their heads in the direction of the voice, only to find a certain slider leaning against the doorway. "LEO?!"
"H-how long have you been there?!" Gio sputters.
"Long enough," Leo replies nonchalantly. With a bit more formality, he adds, "I...actually came over to apologize to you. I shouldn't have gotten so worked up... You haven't made any moves on us since we met. There wasn't any reason for me to be so paranoid about you."
"No, no, it's okay...! If they're all like that spider lady, I totally get it! I'd be scared of everyone! ...And in retrospect, I was kinda taking over the game; I just get really into strategizing like that... I'm sorry about that, too..."
"...Raph, you told them about Big Mama?"
Raph stands up and folds his arms. "She was the first example that came to mind, okay? And...if Gio's gonna keep hanging around with us...they have to know everything about us sometime, right?"
"...I...guess I see where you're coming from...but that can wait. It's game time. You still in?" Leo asks with his characteristic smirk.
Gio stands up and turns to face him. "Yeah. I am."
"Great! Then vamanos, hermanos."
"Wait, 'hermanos?' But you said--!"
"A guy can change his mind, can't he?"
Gio pauses, then smiles. "Yeah. He can."
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Alice in Borderland
Chapter 1
English is not my first language so I know there will be a lot of mistakes but I will try to do my best.
(I do not own AiB and any of the characters in the following fic.)
Alice and her cousin Jamie had been dreaming of this day for years – a thrilling trip to Japan. She couldn't believe that she was finally visiting the country. All the hard work paid off as she was finally able to save enough money for the once-in-a-lifetime travel. She was currently on the plane looking through the small window. It was surreal. White fluffy clouds drifting across the blue sky. It didn't take long before Alice got lost in her imagination as Lana Del Rey's music was coming from her headphones in the background. It was perfect. Her cousin was sleeping next to her, and she couldn't understand how he could sleep while she felt like she might miss something if she closed her eyes even if just for a moment.
After a smooth landing at Narita International Airport, Alice and her cousin gathered their belongings and stepped out into the bustling terminal.
"We made it, Jamie!" Alice said, her eyes sparkling with delight.
"Yeah, we sure did!" Jamie replied with a grin. "This is going to be the best trip ever."
The air was different, and the signs were in a language she couldn't quite read with her poor Japanese knowledge. How different it was from what she was used to in her homeland, and for a moment, she got lost in her thoughts again.
"Ali, we need to go" Jamie's voice brought her back to the present moment.
"Oh, right," she replied a little confused. Her big travel bag was already on her shoulders. »Which direction should we go?«
Navigating the airport proved to be a fun challenge, and with the help of airport staff, they eventually found their way to the train station. Armed with a pocketful of yen and their well-planned itinerary, they hopped on a train bound for Tokyo. As the train whisked through the countryside, Alice and Jamie admired the picturesque views. Traditional Japanese houses nestled amongst lush greenery and the iconic Mount Fuji visible in the distance made them feel like they were in a postcard come to life. Hours later, they finally arrived at their hotel in the heart of Tokyo. It was already getting dark.
Their room was quite spacious with two beds, each on one side, and a small bathroom on the left. Alice entered the room before Jamie and placed her bag on a small table beside the bed. She spotted the window she headed towards it
"I'm really curious about the view"
Pulling back the heavy navy-blue curtains, the city sprawled out before her. The room was on the twelfth floor and therefore it offered a spectacular view of the city. They could see Tokyo Tower and the neon lights of bustling streets below.
"Look at this view, Jamie! It's so beautiful!" she smiled in amazement. To say the girl was happy would be an understatement.
"Yeah, everything feels surreal." Jamie chuckled.
He put his luggage on the floor next to the other bed with a sigh and accompanied her to see the view.
»I have to admit that I am quite sweaty«
»Oh well, I feel you. And I have to admit that I am quite tired too. And hungry as well,« she said still looking at the city below.
"How about I go freshen up, and then we can go out to find some food?" Jamie suggested.
"Sounds good to me" She turned away from the window and sat down on the comfortable hotel bed.
She pulled her backpack closer and began searching for her headphones, which she had tucked away somewhere deep inside again. After finally finding them, she plugged them into her phone and lay down on the bed.
"I'll take a quick nap while you shower." She heard how her cousin was unpacking some stuff and then went to shower.
Once again, Lana Del Rey's voice resonated from her headphones.
Wish I may, wish I might
Find my one true love tonight
Do you think that he could be you?
Alice's eyelids began to feel heavy, and it didn't take long before she slowly drifted off to sleep.
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so lucky – op81
going for two different types of rides in oscar's car.
genre: fluff turned into smut
pairing: female aussie!reader (the reader having family in australia is mentioned once) x oscar piastri
warnings: uh well it's smut so... you know... besides that, it's very soft so i don't think there should be any other warnings
requested?: nooot really, but pretty much inspired by an ask i got about car sex with oscar 😁<3 thank you anon!!!!
author's note: oKay i have a lot to say here... first off, this is based like a week after the australian gp! secondly, i wrote the start of this on the same day as i opened this acc but i just haven't been able to write anything more after that, until now!
and lastly, maybe the biggest thing... i have never written smut before this, like i've done some suggestive stuff but never real smut. so uh please keep in mind that this is my first time ever... well, the experience was both really awkward, funny, hard, so so so cringey, and very interesting. i def have more respect for smut writers after this 🤣 (i also had like 5 separate fits of laughing manically while writing this) so uh sorry for this mess but i hope you can enjoy it anyway! also i have proofread but it's 2am so i probs missed something
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tonight has been like a dream.
well, being with oscar always feels like a dream. most of the time, you can’t wrap your brain around the fact that he is your boyfriend. how did you get so lucky?
just a few days ago, oscar took his first ever points in formula one – in his home race. you were so immensely proud of his hard work and you couldn't be more happy for him.
to celebrate, he was allowed a week off to rest in his, and your, hometown. the two of you have spent the days meeting your old friends, visiting family and just enjoying each other’s company.
“i don’t think i’ve ever had a pasta that good,” oscar says as you both exit the restaurant. “i’m not sure what they put in it, but it was addicting.”
you hum in agreement, flattening out your dress with your hand. the cool air nips on your skin and as a gust of wind blows over, you feel goosebumps spreading across your bare arms. your fancy black sleeveless dress is making you hot in one way, but at the same time, it isn’t very good at keeping the cold away.
oscar has always been extremely attentive. so the moment that you start making your way back to his car and a slight shiver spreads through your body, he stops.
“are you cold?” you don’t even get to answer his question before he shrugs off his dress jacket, taking it into his hands. he steps closer and drapes the fabric across your shoulders, mentally cooing at how adorable you looked with his big clothes.
“thank you,” you tell him and he just smiles, leaning down to place a quick kiss to your temple. then his hand drags down your arm to reach your hand, taking it in his as you start walking again.
“this week has been great,” he sighs, a satisfied grin landing on his lips.
"yeah," you agree. "and it's still not over yet."
"mum called me earlier," he starts, intertwining his fingers with yours as you make a turn. "she wants to take you out for a cup of tea."
you look up at him, your eyes shining with fondness and your heart almost exploding with love. "i'd love that."
oscar gives your hand a squeeze. "i told her that we might have plans because i didn't want to promise anything before i talked to you, but-"
"i'll text her and tell her that i'd love to go with her." you both reach his car. "as long as that's fine by you?"
instead of responding, oscar takes your hand up to his face and gives the back of your hand a couple of quick kisses. his answer comes through clearly.
you think you're the lucky one in your relationship, but oscar is so sure that it's the other way around. not only are you so beautiful, brilliant, smart and just perfect in every way, but you also get along well with his family? and you support his driving thoroughly and fully? and you made any place, country or city feel like home, as long as he was with you?
he feels so lucky even just looking at you.
he lets go of your hand, leaning down to open the door to the passenger's seat for you. once you get in, he closes the door behind you and hurries to get in himself. "what do you feel like doing now?" he hums as he starts the car, reversing out of the parking space. "is there anywhere you'd like to go?"
you think for a moment. "can we just... drive around?"
you see him nod and he flashes you a smile with the corner of his mouth before pulling out on a bigger road, just going where ever the car takes you.
after you’ve been on the road for a few moments, you lean forward a bit to play with the radio, leaning back again once you’ve found a station that you like. one of his hands finds it’s way to your thigh and you can’t help but to hum and close your eyes at the way his thumb strokes up and down your skin.
somehow, you feel like there’s been a change in the mood after dinner.
the dinner was romantic, sure, but there’s just something in the low tunes playing in the backgrounds, combined with the feeling of his touch that makes everything… special.
and you’re sure oscar feels it too.
the main thing that gives it away is how his fingers slowly start creeping higher and higher up. the second thing is how his driving has become a little slower and a little sloppier, his focus seemingly being on something (or rather someone) else.
and then, there’s also the fact that he's stealing glances at you every once in a while, almost as if he's curious to see your reactions.
his once so innocent touch moves even further and soon, there’s a finger dragging along the edge of your underwear. your boyfriend hums along to a song, acting pure and sinless despite his actions telling a whole different story.
he’s testing you, and you know it.
you want to act like you don’t care; like his touch doesn’t affect you as much as it does; like your whole body isn’t set aflame at the mere thought of him.
but when a finger lightly pushes against your clothed clit, you can’t pretend anymore.
you open your eyes instantly, your hand coming to grab his wrist as you look over at him. “oscar…” your voice is hushed as you search his face. his playfully innocent eyes meet yours and paired with how incredibly handsome he looks in the gleam of the street lights, they make you feel even hotter than before.
your hand doesn’t even attempt to stop him – he knows that’s not really what you want.
oscar’s eyes focus back on the road, though his attention doesn’t really leave you. his middle finger goes beyond the thin material, trailing across your wetness. your eyes flutter closed again when his finger slips inside you, the grip on his wrist loosening. he pumps you a couple of times, slowly, before adding another finger, and another.
you feel your high approaching, and you’re so thankful that the road is completely empty, because oscar isn't exactly driving as carefully as he does on the track. you can’t think straight, and yet you use all the power you have left to speak. “oscar, fuck,” you let out. “you’re gonna need to pull over.”
he chuckles and soon, the sound of the blinkers turning on echoes through the car. despite being the one who asked for it, disappointment washes over you as he pulls his hand away from you, the absence of his fingers making you huff. when you open your eyes, they catch what's maybe the most incredible thing you've ever witnessed.
god, how can someone look this attractive?
he’s steering the car with one hand whilst his other is by his mouth, his tongue licking your juices from his fingers.
you’re thankful you’re sitting down, because otherwise, your knees would have gone so weak that you wouldn’t have been able to stand up straight.
oscar finds a completely empty parking lot and pulls into it, deciding to stop in a corner to not bring too much attention to you in case someone else were to roll in. once he’s parked, his lips are on yours within a second. it doesn’t take long before you pull away, but the force and passion of the kiss has already made you both dizzy and out of breath. “can i ride you?”
oscar merely blinks for a moment, almost surprised at your question. “all day, every day, love.”
you quickly undo your and his seatbelts, your eagerness instantly becoming very obvious to you both. oscar pulls his seat back to make more spare for you, one of his hands tapping his lap to signal for you to join him already.
his lap always fit you so perfectly; it was like you were made to sit there. once you settle on top of him, there’s something hard in his pants indicating that it wasn’t just you who had enjoyed the car ride so far. you let out a low groan at the feeling of his rough pants against your skin and he leans forward, pressing his lips against yours to muffle your sounds. you lean into him, letting one of your hands rest on his shoulder while the other rakes through his hair, pulling slightly on the strands.
he grabs your hips, pulling the material of your dress up to pool above your butt. then he pulls away from the kiss, instead letting his lips explore the skin of your neck, leaving kisses everywhere he can. when he reaches the spot he knows you love so badly, his teeth graze the area for a moment before settling into your skin. the beautiful sounds leaving your mouth only encourage him to keep going down your body.
your fingers reach down to open the zipper of his pants, hands not so accidentally teasing against his bulge in the meantime. “you’re killing me,” he says against your neck, his warm breath making you squirm.
you lean back and look at him with an amused smile. “i haven’t even done anything yet, love.”
“that’s exactly my point.”
you shake your head at him, still grinning as you lean over to the passengers seat and open the glove compartment. taking out a condom, you pull oscar’s dick out of his underwear before getting yourself out of your own. you rip off the wrapper, rolling the latex onto him before placing a quick kiss to his lips.
your hands land on his shoulders for support while his sit at your hips, and you take a deep breath before sinking down on him slowly. you throw your head back once he’s fully in you, pausing for a moment to adjust to the stretch.
“shit,” oscar groans, a hand moving up and down the side of your body. “what a fucking sight you are.”
you look at him, your gaze softening as it focuses on your boyfriend. he looks so calm, yet so full of desire, with his head resting against the chair.
“in this light, in my sports car, so needy…” he sighs. “i can’t believe i’m the only one who gets to see you like this. i’m so lucky. the luckiest man in the world.”
if your cheeks hadn't been so warm already, they would've heated up at his words. you don't have the power to answer him, letting all your strength go to pulling yourself up before lowering down again. it's still so slow, but neither of you mind – you have all the time in the world.
you lean towards him, placing your head against his shoulder and draping your arms around his neck. you feel the chuckle vibrating through his chest but you don't care, too busy rolling your hips against his. "you're doing so good, baby. just a little more."
"my legs are getting tired," you groan, stopping with him fully inside of you. "help me, please."
"have a little faith in yourself," he says. "i know you can do it."
a whine leaves your mouth as you keep moving, but you can feel your thighs starting to give out and your movements getting sloppier. oscar decides that he's had enough of teasing you so he moves his hands lower to rest under your butt, lifting you up before letting you down slowly. you're so thankful, and you're about to tell him that when-
his hands squeeze your skin as he buckles his hips, matching your tempo. the sensation in the pit of your stomach grows stronger and stronger while he's thrusting into you from below. and oscar's low pants right next to your ear? they make you finish in no time.
you completely collapse against him, your breath uneven and high-pitched. your boyfriend helps you ride out your orgasm while also chasing his, and within seconds, it washes over him like a tsunami. trying to breathe properly, his fingers caress the skin of your thighs to help you come down from your high.
"love?" he asks once both of you seemingly have calmed down a bit.
your mind is so clouded with lust that you can barely even register the fact that he's talking to you, but you still manage a small nod against his shoulder.
"i'm so lucky to have you," he whispers against your skin, leaning in to place a couple chaste kisses to your cheek.
any other day, or maybe even later tonight, you would argue that you're the lucky one. but right here, right now, everything is too perfect, and you're alright with him thinking that he's lucky. at least for an hour or two.
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