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LISTEN, OKAY FOR BINGO, IMAGINE DAVE LIZEWSKI WITH THE GLORY HOLE BINGO AND THE 25TH PROMPT

—𓆩[i love cherries]𓆪—

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - College AU! Frat Boy! Dave Lizewski x Fem! Sex Worker! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 4.4K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Dave wasn’t sure how he got into a fraternity, especially not one of the biggest at the university, but he went along with it. What he wasn’t prepared for was initiation, where everyone found out he was a virgin and were determined to make his first time something special.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing & foul language || more mature themes || college setting || OC frat boy characters with the addition of Todd || not really kick-ass set but like he could still have powers I don’t really get into detail with that || Dave is so innocent but like not-? || he isn’t a fuck boy just a frat boy || bitchy! reader || you’re a masters student now || you also have a distinct mark on your thigh || maybe kinda BJ Alex inspired slightly? Just the differentiating mark || age difference, three years (Dave - 20, you - 23) || smut || glory hole || public sex || private hole in the wall if that makes sense? || the frat guys like reserve you for the night if that makes sense || still public though, abandoned park in the woods || virginity loss (Dave) || oral || multiple orgasms || squirting || multiple rounds || unprotected sex || degradation and praise || derogatory terms used ||

Dave really liked college so far. He was pulled into a frat somehow, probably after he got this new ripped body and got dragged into sports by Todd. It made him think that Todd was the one living vicariously through him, but that didn’t really matter to Dave much.

To be honest, he was excited. He had finally gotten the attention of girls, something he had always wanted, just not from the girl he wanted it to be from. You, a girl he met in his advanced class where he was stuck with students pursuing masters while he was barely walking into college, never gave him the time of day. You were beautiful, so fucking beautiful, and it truly did surprise him when he learned you weren’t in a sorority. He wanted to be a cute couple, a frat boy and a sorority girl, but it was okay. Dave wanted to date you either way, really date you.

No one understood why though, especially Dave himself. He knew some of the older frat guys had tried to sleep with you, and from what he heard, you always turned them down. It was a mystery why he had a massive crush on you, probably because he had major issues to be attracted to a girl who was a real bitch to quite literally everyone. A lot of people thought you were a bitch, but maybe that’s what happened when you didn’t lie.

You kept secrets, yes, but you never lied.

Dave loved sitting next to you in the class he was stuck in, some course he hated but only stayed in because it boosted his GPA and he got to sit next to you. It was an early class, so while everyone else was asleep, you were awake and looking absolutely perfect. You wore skirts often, always had your makeup done, and always smelled so good. Dave didn’t know how you got up and did all of this, he truly did applaud you for it knowing damn well he had a fucked up sleep schedule and always fell asleep for a minute in class.

He laid his head down on the desk, behind his laptop as he turned his head to watch you, your outfit today black. Your skirt was a dark black with a line of white on the hem, knee high black boots and a sweater protecting you from the slight chilliness outside. For fucks sake, you were fucking beautiful. The thing that made your look though, something that you never failed to have in class was a lollipop.

It was bright red as you twirled it in your mouth, another already ready to go when you finished the one in your mouth, cherry flavored and staining your lips and tongue. Your perfume corresponded to the lollipop flavor, strong and tangy, fruity but spicy and absolutely filling his mind with thoughts.

He liked the fact you stuck with cherry - did your room smell like cherries too? What about your chapstick, was it cherry too? What else did you have that was cherry based?

And as you crossed your legs, fixing your skirt so it didn’t ride up, he saw it. Oh, he had to hold back a moan at the cherry tattoo on your thigh, red and comical and just perfect.

He watched as you shifted again, eyes about to flash to him before he closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep making you scoff. He kept his eyes closed, not risking you seeing that he was absolutely ogling you, and resulted in himself falling actually asleep.

“Hey,” a voice says, strong and confident but perfectly sweet as someone shakes his shoulder. “Hey, wake up.”

Dave groaned lowly, peeking out from the safety of his arms and almost falling out of his chair when he saw you.

You jumped, gasping as Dave moved frantically. “Dude, I was just trying to tell you that class is over and you can go sleep at home. For fucks sake, it was like you were waking up from a nightmare, are you okay?”

He nodded, swallowing loudly. “N-No, I’m okay. Sorry.”

You shake your head, shrugging. “Don’t be sorry, there’s no point. I was just waking you up. Anyways, you better get studying, we have a midterm next week.”

Dave nodded slightly, swallowing as he grabbed his laptop and started packing as you tried to push in your chair, struggling when it got caught in Dave’s. “G-Give me a minute, I’ll get up and I’ll fix it. Thank you for waking me up.”

You smiled slightly, nodding. “Thank you. Here,” you paused, grabbing a sticky note pack from your backpack side pocket and a pen. “My number. Call me if you need the notes from class, I can give them to you.”

Dave paused, shaking his head. “That’s not fair. I don’t have anything to give you in return, I sleep through class like every day. I don’t mean to, but it’s just so fucking boring.”

His words make you giggle as you start walking away, pausing with a slight turn. “You coming?”

Dave rushed to follow after you, watching as you started to giggle again. “Seriously though, is there anything I can give you, or?”

You hummed, thinking as you walked, your steps making a perfect line as though you were taking a sobriety test and your hips swaying. Oh, you walked like a runway model, truly just perfect. “You can buy me breakfast. Daily.”

Dave smiled, nodding. “Whatever you say…” he left the spot open for your name as you laughed.

“Y/N. Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you,” you stopped, offering your hand. “This is my class. You have my number, call me, okay?”

Dave smiled and took your hand, shaking firmly as you giggled and walked into your next class, Dave standing there and staring for a little before someone slapped his back. “Hey, newbie! Ready for your initiation tonight?”

He recognized Landon’s voice, turning slightly with a shrug. “Yeah, I think so. What do you guys even do, anyways?”

He laughed. “You won’t know until you get there! To be honest, it’s nothing bad, you chose the right frat man. Just a chant and some swearing or whatever, besides, you’re already bonded with us. Tomorrow, we’ll have a party and you’ll get laid by some of the hottest girls on campus! Who knows, maybe more than one. Heard Heather got her eye on you.”

Dave’s nose scrunches at the thought of sleeping with someone other than you. You had some sort of effect on him these past few weeks, and to be honest, he wasn’t quite sure what you did to him and why he was like this, but it wasn’t something he was complaining about. “I’m not really… interested in her.”

Landon paused, raising a brow. “You’re not interested in Heather?”

“No,” he shook his head, looking back at the room you went into. “Not at all.”

Landon paused. “Oh. Oh! You’re into Y/N! You like older women, don’t ya?”

Dave blushed, sighing. “I just… I don’t know what it is about her man.”

He laughed. “Nah, there ain’t nothing ‘bout her man, she’s just fucking hot man. Beautiful, she smells so fucking good, for fucks sake. Everyone loves her at the frat, man… she’s like a little rough around the edges, but she warms up quick.”

Dave hummed. Everyone loved you?

“She never slept with any of us, though,” he quickly filled in, shrugging. “She has a strict rule about sleeping with people. Don’t know what it is, but if the boys listen to anything, it’s a woman. We know consent. Anyways, I have to talk to you real quick.”

“Okay.”

“So Todd was joking around that you were a virgin?” Landon laughs. “Oh my goodness, you have to get back at him-”

“Oh, he wasn’t joking,” Dave filled in. “I'm a virgin.”

Landon paused. “Oh no. No, never in the history of this house had anyone who was a virgin join this house. You know what,” he paused, taking out his phone. “Don’t lose your virginity. Initiation is moved to tomorrow, we’ll make something special.”

It wasn’t until Dave was dragged to the middle of the woods - blindfolded because of course that wasn’t a horrible idea - did he regret wanting to join a frat. Who needed to be in a frat?

They finally made him stop, giving him a firm slap to his back. “We’re here!”

“Where is here?”

“Oh,” Landon laughed as he took off the blindfold, putting out his hands. “Ta da!”

Dave blinked slightly, shaking his head as he looked around. It was a park, one of those with that climbing wall with holes, pausing when he saw a pair of legs out of one of them. “This is Glory Park. Anytime our frat needs a glory hole, this is where we come. It’s like… a monthly thing, mainly before big tests and what not. We always get one girl, her name’s Cherry, she’s always got the sweetest cunt. And, she has no limits, so we can get a little rough with her. Nothing too extreme, though, we respect her. But tonight,” he sighed dramatically. “Tonight is Cherry’s last night doing this kind of work, and she’s all yours. She’s already stretched out and everything”

Dave gulped as he stared at the legs covered by a pretty skirt, swallowing. “I-I… I don’t know if I can do this.”

Landon paused, tilting his head. “Why?”

He sputtered, shaking his head as he looked at the form. “B-Because she’s like not even looking at me!”

Oh, but then he paused. He saw that same cherry tattoo you had on your thigh, mouth going dry. “Wh-What was her name again?”

Landon grinned. “Cherry. You like cherries, Dave?”

He nodded automatically, head bobbing. “I love cherries.”

Landon laughed, walking toward him with a slap on his back. “The remote to open the hole is over there if she gets uncomfortable. You can’t keep going if she gets uncomfortable, she has an emergency button on her side, and a guard close by too. The hole will automatically open as soon as the sun rises, so you got all night. Besides, you got a couple of stacks right on the ground for her. She charges extra for kinks and shit.”

Dave smiled, nodding slightly as Landon patted his back. “Have fun.”

“W-Wait,” Dave said, turning to Landon. “Y’know we’re in public, right?”

Landon laughed, shaking his head. “You got all the privacy in the world here, man. Go get her.”

He slowly walked over, staring at the high six-inch heels on your feet and the high waisted skirt on your lower tummy. He could see the slight sliver of your skin, his palms slowly circling the sides of your thighs before settling on the cherry tattoo on the side of your thigh. “I-I uhm… I’m Dave.”

He could hear you giggle, his hands trailing over the plush skin of your thighs as he lifted up your skirt. “Y-You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his hands slowly trailing over your panties. Oh, he had to make you wet before fucking you, even if you were already stretched. “C-Can you talk?”

He watched as you pushed your hands through the hole, clenching your fingers in a way to ask for money. Dave nodded quickly, inhaling deeply. “Y-Yeah, right.”

Dave reached down, grabbing the stack of hundreds and fifties. “H-How much?”

You raise two fingers, Dave grabbing two hundred and slipping it into your hand. “Th-That lasts for the whole time? You talking?”

“It was supposed to be twenty,” you giggled, pushing our hand through. “Not two hundred.”

“Just keep it,” Dave said, shaking his head. “You’ll keep talking, right?”

He heard you hum. “Yes, I will. I’m sorry, normally they don’t ask me to talk… I’ve never really thought about someone wanting me to talk, and normally girls like me… don’t talk while this happens.”

“I want you to,” Dave whispered, slowly lifting up your skirt and pulling down your pretty black satin panties, a gasp leaving your mouth as the cold air brushed against your cunt, the sound of him dropping to his knees making you shiver. “I want to hear every single noise you make. I-Is this okay? I can do this, right? I want to hear you say yes, I need your permission.”

Your eyes rolled back, nodding. “Y-Yes, you can, you can. I need you.”

You tilted your head back, the platform supporting your back cold but soft doing nothing for the growing heat in your stomach as you bucked your hips. You had never done anything like this before with someone like Dave, someone you actually really like. “D-Dave,” you whisper, gasping as his tongue slowly trailed over the slit of your cunt. You didn’t even realize that you said his name until his mouth softly latched against your clit, lips puckering and kissing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. “O-Oh, my fuck.”

Dave hummed as he lets his spit gather on your clit, watching it dribble down your slit before licking his saliva flat onto your perfectly pretty cunt. “How’d you know my name?”

His voice made your eyes widen, a loud moan falling from your lips as his tongue flicked against your clit and his fingers slid into you. He could tell you were stretched so that it didn’t hurt you, but it was pleasure filled and perfect as you moaned loudly, unable to even answer his question before you started to ride against his fingers. “Come on darling, you can tell me… come on, come on.”

He was egging you on, every flick of his tongue making a shock spark up your spine, eyes rolling back as his fingers slowly curled inside of you and bumped right against that perfect spot that had your legs hooking around his head and pulling him closer. The loud groan that fell from his lips made your hips buck into his mouth, his tongue easily sliding down your cunt and focusing where his fingers were knuckle deep. You could hear the wet, lewd sounds filling the silence of the woods, echoing as your fingers attempted to dig into the plastic.

“You’re so pretty baby, so pretty and so fucking sweet,” he whispered, loud slurping noise making you gasp as he continued to work his fingers into you to pull another orgasm out of you. The slight mustache he developed over the year scratching against your sensitive cunt making a loud groan fall from your lips. “You have another one for me, right? Come on, give me some more.”

Your eyes rolled back, oh when his voice was like that, high pitched and slightly whiny as he begged for another was something you loved, but this was different. His voice was smooth and strong, egging you on with every roll of his fingers and pop of his mouth against your cunt, every slight scratch of his mustache, a groan falling from your lips again as you started to roll into his fingers.

“Your name’s Cherry?” He says, a smirk evident on his lips as he felt your heels settle on his back. “Right?”

You whimper out a yes, gasping as the tip of his tongue pushed inside of you with his fingers, your toes curling in your heels as they dig into his shirt. Oh, you wanted to see him, to watch him go down on you over and over again. “A-Are you sure you’re a virgin?”

He laughed, pulling his tongue out to spit into your already soaked cunt. “Are my skills mind blowing? Orgasm causing?”

You laughed. “No, nevermind. You talk like a virgin.”

He laughed as he curled his fingers, an action making you gasp as your stomach tightened and you came again, the orgasm shocking as your vision blurred - eyes crossing as your thighs tightened around his head, letting out another strangled moan. Dave laughed, pushing his fingers almost impossibly deeper inside of you, his other hand going to your clit.

“A virgin that’s making a whore like you cum over and over again. How many times do you think I can make you cum in the next ten minutes? Do you want to find out, hm? Or do you want me to fuck you like a whore?” He laughed as his hand started rubbing hard, rough circles as his mouth moved to suck and spit into your cunt. “Answer me.”

“J-Just do what you want!” You never really had a choice in moments like these, but the thought of him asking made you want to see him even more.

“I want to do what you want me to do, Y/N.”

Oh you couldn’t hold back the scream that fell from your mouth, eyes rolling back as your stomach starts to clench, gasping as his hand gets rougher. You knew what he was trying to do, he was trying to force you to squirt. The thought made your stomach twist, pleasure filling your entire body – he was the only person who focused on your pleasure quite literally in all of your sex life, especially like this.

“Almost there, baby, I know you are… you know I’ll take care of you, Y/N, come on!” He continued to egg you on, a gasp falling from your lips as you screamed out, eyes rolling back as your stomach clenched, the feeling of it unclenching making you sigh in relief before moaning loudly as he curled his fingers inside of you and a laugh fell from his lips. Your legs go limp around his shoulder, his tongue licking at your clit before he stands up. “Felt good, honey? Are you ready?”

You inhaled shakily, struggling to keep your eyes open. You had felt better in these past ten minutes than any of the hours you had spent with any other man. “How’d you know?”

Dave paused, sighing softly. “I-I saw your tattoo… earlier today. I-I’ve… I’ve been wanting to do this for so long, but I needed your permission, a-and it’s worse because I can’t even see you.”

You hummed, moving your leg to press against his abdomen. “You’re talking like a virgin again, Dave.”

He laughed as he held your legs, letting your heels fall against his shoulders as he kissed your ankle firmly. “Well, I am. I-I… don’t know what it is about you, I want… I want to do so much with you, and not just sex. P-Please… is there a way I can see you? If you even want to see me?”

Your hand immediately moved to your emergency button that opened the hole, quickly pushing the top off and sitting up. “My phone is in the bag hidden in the hole of that tree. The emergency button pings my guard, I need to tell him nothing is wrong.”

Dave rushed over, grabbing your bag as you kicked off the panties that were stuck on your heel. Running back over, the curly haired man gave you your bag as you grabbed your phone, quickly calling Lionel your guard. “Lionel, nothing is wrong. I just… wanted to see his face.”

Lionel started panting, cursing. “You scared me. So it was him, right? The pretty boy you got a crush on?”

“Good bye, Lionel!” You hung up as Dave laughed, kissing softly against your neck as you set down your phone.

“You have a crush on me?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you respond, gasping as his hands push your legs apart and he starts to unzip your pants. “D-David-”

“If you don’t want me to do this, tell me now,” he whispers, pulling away to give you a slight smile. “If I do anything you’re not comfortable with, tell me-”

“Cherry,” you whisper, smiling as you push your hands to the back of his neck. “Our safeword will forever be cherry.”

“Whatever you say,” he whispers back, smiling as he leaned down for another soft kiss. “Is there anything you know you don’t like? Anything you want me to do?”

“I don’t let people cum inside,” you whisper, but start to lay back before lifting your legs to settle over his shoulders, his hands immediately going down to hold your thighs and support you. “But I want you to.”

He inhaled sharply as you lifted up your upper body just to take off your shirt, humming as you tilted your head. “You want my bra off too?”

“Y-Yes.”

You giggled, lifting yourself up once again to take off your bra as he swallowed. “You’ve never seen a pair of tits before?”

He laughed. “N-Not in real life.”

You giggle as he slowly starts to pump his cock, hissing as you push your hand to slowly wrap your manicured hand on his shaft. “You want me to do it?”

He nodded, sighing in pleasure as you started to pump him. “Y-Yes please.”

You sit up a bit, the angle slightly uncomfortable as you pull his cock into you, eyes rolling back. Dave’s cock wasn’t what you expected, the perfect middle ground between lengthy and girthy. You moaned loudly, squeezing your eyes shut as he rolled his hips. “D-David-”

“I want… I want to finish it, can I please?” He whispered, the egging in his voice no longer there, his tone now high pitched and whiny. “Please?”

“Yes, finish,” you whispered, going back to laying on the platform as he held your thighs more securely now, pulling you closer as he thrusted his hips forward, roughly this time. You were still sensitive from your three orgasms, your legs twitching as you put your arms behind your head, the cold feeling of the air against your nipples only stimulating your already pleasure filled body more. “Fuck, fuck David.”

He merely grunts softly, letting out a loud groan as his thrusts started to get more composed, hard but perfect in a way you couldn’t describe. You felt your toes curling once again, every thrust making your body bounce as his cock rammed in and out of you. You could feel your stomach twisting and clenching, easily being pushed to the edge all over again after your first three orgasms again.

You could feel your stomach burning, every thrust he did making the bulging veins of his cock rub against your walls, his pelvis slapping into your clit somehow heightening the experience. “Look at me, don’t close your eyes,” he grunts, groaning as he slammed his hips forward. “I know you’re about to cum, baby, don’t look away from me. I want to see it, I want to see you get pushed over that edge.”

His hand firmly settled on the tattoo on the side of your thigh, a loud groan of his name making him let out a strangled moan. The sounds leaving his mouth were like those you had never heard, animalistic and obsessed, his eyes dark as he stared down at you. He looked so perfect in the halo of moonlight surrounding him, staring down at you like you were the only thing he could think of – which was true, you were the only thing on his mind.

He was thinking about everything he was feeling, your tight cunt clamped down on his cock, your hands gripping his wrists in a way that he loved, your pretty eyes never looking away from his. Your perfect lips he hadn’t even been able to kiss all day.

He moved your legs to wrap around his waist, leaning down to brush his lips softly against yours, his hips never stopping their rhythmic thrusts that made moans fall from your lips with every movement. “I want to kiss you… can I kiss you?”

You nodded frantically, desperate. It was a horrible feeling that you couldn’t describe, the desperateness that was settling in your tummy to have him, all of him. His lips pressing to yours firmly, his perfect soft lips against yours tipping you over the edge as your thighs wrapped tightly around his waist and pulled him balls deep inside of you. He choked against your lips, your hips automatically starting to roll into his. Dave let out an almost whine like noise, hips rutting unconsciously, harder into you as he groaned.

You could feel him cum inside of you, hot and sticky but filling, every thrust he made pushing his cum deeper inside of you, your hands cupping the back of his head and pulling him closer. “Dave, I don’t… I don’t know why, but you are literally the man I’ve felt the most at ease with… in my whole life,” you whisper, gasping as he rutted his hips unconsciously. “David!”

“I-I’m sorry!” He says, shaking his head. “I-I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You have to take me out on a date. You have to.”

“I-I will,” he whispered, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. “I will take you on so many dates and I’ll make you feel better than anyone else. Physically… and emotionally.”

You smiled. “I guess it’s good that you love cherries.”

He laughed. “I fucking love cherries. Especially if they’re on you.”

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hot physiotherapist | j.potter by infictionalwonderland

Summer dress— James x fem!reader by in-between-thighs

#ellie williams x reader angst #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #james potter angst #james potter angst fluff #james potter x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x female reader #spencer reid x reader #sub!james #dave lizewski x reader #sirius black x reader #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan smut

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obsessedwithitall · 4 months

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Its my BIRTHDAY

Its my birthday so here's some of my favourite fics. Some I have recommended before and some are new. Enjoy 🎂

(please make sure you read the warnings on the individual fics, some vary in content)

🌶=smut 🍌=no direct smut but mentions/implications 🌸= fluff 😡=angst 🤓=silly/humour

Harry Styles

No Strings Attached series 🌶🌸😡 (Friends with benefits) - @lilystyles

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Style 🌶🌶 (BFFs brother) - @lilystyles

404 🌶🌶😡 (co-workers to lovers) - @freedomfireflies

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Extra

Only Angel 🌶🌸😡 (Tattoo shop Harry x shy reader) - @cupid-styles

Part 1 Part 2

Late Night Talking 🌶🌶 (nerd!Harryx Cam!girl reader) - @cupid-styles

Silk and Rope 🌶🌶🌶 (ddlg pairing) - @cupid-styles

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

New Year's Strangers 🌸😡 (New Year's Eve fate) - @cupid-styles

Sunshine 🌸🍌😡 (Grumpy Harry x innocent reader) - @stylesloveclub

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Dylan O'Brien

Drunk reader gets picked up 🍌 (boyfriend Dylan x drunk reader) - @strangerquinns

Years of Loving You 🌸😡(🌶 in final part) (Bridgerton vibes au) - @strangerquinns

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Friends Kiss Each Other All the Time, Right? 🌸 (New Year's Eve) - @strangerquinns

Grow Some Balls and be Honest with Her 🌸(New Year's Eve) - @strangerquinns

Breathe 🌶🌶 (HANDS) - @theinternetisfulloftrash

Unfair 🌶🌶 by (Filth) - @thankspete

Neighbours 🌶 (Lockdown) - @supernovanim

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

It's You 🌸 (Jealous Stiles) - @t-h-i-n-g

Stiles takes drunk reader home 🌸 - @twjournals

Poker Night 🌶🌶🌶 (Stiles friends to lovers) - @writingsbychlo

“I fell in love with you.” “No, you fell down the stairs." 🍌🌸(Stiles helps drunk reader home) - @fitzells

Warmth 🌶🌶 (Stiles x vampire reader) - @asterias-record-shop

Consider Fake Dating Me, Stiles 🌸🌶 (Fake dating Stiles x siren reader) - @semicolonsspace

Sorry for the multiple tags for some people but just stop writing so many good things then.

#fic recs #dylan o'brien #harry styles #stiles stilinski #fluff #i dont care if theres a trend #don't psychoanalyse me #why is there so many drunk ones #I don't even drink

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yoihoshi-maki · 6 days

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WELCOME ECLIPSE MEMBERS

Stage name: Emma

Birth name: Kim Dal

Age:25

Birthday: December 17, 1999

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Group: Eclipse

position: Leader, lead rapper, sub-dancer, main vocalist

Nationality: British-Korean

Voice: Wendy Red Velvet 10/10

Rap: Lisa Blackpink 9/10

Dance: Yoojung, weki meki 9/10

Visual:9/10

Net worth: 70 million from solo productions

But group wise 3.8 billion

Brand ambassador: Gucci, Calvin Klein

Who she is friends with

TWICE, txt,bts itzy, IU, Stray kids, Big Bang, Jessi, blackpink, PSY, EXO, Hyuna, Everglow, Red Velvet, (G)I-DLE, Somi, Aespa, New Jeans, nmixx, Zerobaseone, Rizze, Le sserafim, Seventeen, Western artists and Fashion industry

likes

-Food, her family, her dogs, her daughter (future), shopping, , the originals, and the vampire dairies, Ariana Grande and Anime, STARS, Cake

Stage name: Aella

Birth name: Min Aera

Birthday: 2000 15, March

Zodiac sign: Pisces

Group: Eclipse

position: sub-vocalist, main rapper, lead dancer

Nationality: Korean

Voice: Hyolyn Sistar 9/10

Rap: Soyeon g-idle 10/10

Dance: Jiwoo, Nmixx 9/10

Visual: 9/10

Net worth: 70 million from solo productions

But group wise 3.8 billion

Brand ambassador: Versace, Saint Lauren

Who is she close with

Stage name: Aurora

Birth name: Jeon Byeol

Birthday: 2002 13, October

Zodiac sign: Libra

Group: Eclipse

position: Main Dancer, Lead Vocalist, Center

Nationality: French-Korean

Dance: Gooseul, Girls alert 10/10

Voice: Lee Suhyun, Akmu 9/10

Rap:Yeeun, CLC 9/10

Visual: 9/10

Net worth: 70 million from solo productions

But group wise 3.8 billion

Brand ambassador: Dior, Channel

Who is she close with

Stage name: Chaire

Birth name: Park Myeong

Birthday: 2003 12, April

Zodiac sign: Aries

Group: Eclipse

position: Lead dancer, Main vocalist, Visual

Nationality: Korean

Voice:TaeYeon, SNSD 10/10

Rap:Exy, WJSN 8/10

dance: Yeji, Itzy 10/10

Visual: 10/10

Net worth: 70 million from solo productions

But group wise 3.8 billion

Brand ambassador: Balenciaga, Fendi

Who is she close with

-TWICE, txt,bts itzy, IU, Stray kids, Big Bang, Jessi, blackpink, PSY, EXO, Hyuna, Everglow, Red Velvet, (G)I-DLE, Somi, Aespa, New Jeans, nmixx, Zerobaseone, Rizze, Le sserafim, Seventeen, Western artists and Fashion industry

Stage name: Ayla

Birth name: Park Eun-Jeong

English name: Ayla Kaiser Asteria Harmonia Ervin Loera Asterin

Birthday: August 20, 2005

Zodiac sign:Leo

Group: Eclipse

position: Maknae, Visual, sub-rapper, Main Vocalist, lead dancer

Nationality: Japanese-Korean

Voice: Jung Eun Ji, Apink 10/10

Rap: Le, Exid 9/10

Dance:Jihyo TWICE 9/10

Visual: 10/10

Net worth: 70 million from solo productions

But group wise 3.8 billion

Brand ambassador: Prada, Louis Vuitton, Alexander McQueen

Who is she close with

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Eclipse was made in 2019, yes at first everyone was judging the company of Eclipse for debuting a very young girl that was 14 when she debut but it soon got over with as they saw her talent shining through the 14.The group grew popular throughout their careers as they gained many fans around the world and in Korea. The girl group became one of the most successful groups in the kpop history with sold out concerts and sold out albums, carrying many world records on their backs. Now with the youngest member of the group hitting her 18th year of living their decided and finding many more things about her, she got invited to a racing competition in Japan and in turn she invited all of them back.

#carlos sainz x reader #charle leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #landonorrisxreader #celebrities #ollie bearman x reader #kpop x f1 #ollie bearman #ollie bearman fanfic

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pixiexdusts-world · 11 months

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May Fic Favourites

Avatar

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Neteyam

Everything I love by @jakexneytiri

Photogenic by @theycallmesia

Meeting the master by @simpforboys

Lo’ak

Your bubblegum pink lips by @livelaughloveloak

Marvel

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Bucky Barnes

Warm embrace by @shewhohangsoutincemeteries

Revealed secret by @lives-in-midgard

Peter Parker

Part of that world part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 by @waitimcomingtoo

OBX

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JJ Maybank

Pieces of you by @obxsummer

Scream

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Ethan Landry

20/20 vision by @echnated

Die for you by @champi8n

He’s my lovely life saver, doesn’t mind my bad behaviour by @dizscreams

Stupid costume by @voidstqlia

No one can hurt you by @keraxxx

Sleepy by @corpsebasil

Pancakes by @asterias-record-shop

If you rewrite your life, May I still play a part? By @fairsexynasty

Chad Meeks Martin

My girl by @dizscreams

Too busy being yours by @cosmicpearlz

If you rewrite your life, May I still play a part? By @fairsexynasty

They don’t know about us (they do now) by @sparklewrites1

Stranger Things

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Eddie Munson

Jealousy jealousy by @starlightsearches

Bridgerton

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Benedict Bridgerton

Not for him by @iwritefandomimagines

Cat-nip by @fayes-fics

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enretrogue · 4 months

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𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

BATMOM

In High School — @c-nstantine .☘︎ ݁˖

90s RnB w/ Duke — @c-nstantine .☘︎ ݁˖

Hair Problems — @c-nstantine .☘︎ ݁˖

Double Trouble — @c-nstantine .☘︎ ݁˖

Finger Painting — @vampireimiko

BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN

Sundress Season — @c-nstantine .☘︎ ݁˖

I Can’t Sleep Unless Someone’s With Me — @stargirlfics .☘︎ ݁˖

In The Bonnett — @c-nstantine .☘︎ ݁˖

DICK GRAYSON

Dacryphilia — @hoodzgyal

Pinky Promises — @c-nstantine .☘︎ ݁˖

DIVERGENT

FOUR/TOBIAS EATON

Something Worse — @asterias-record-shop

MCU

FRANK CASTLE

All of Our Sins — @frvnkcastles

Sweet Like Wine — @privateanxieties

Desire Desire — @wiinterz .☘︎ ݁˖

Remember The Rain — @honeycomx .☘︎ ݁˖

Where There Is Light — @agirlcandream84

Blow For Blow — @deluluinlalaland

CRIMINAL MINDS

SPENCER REID

Ewa — @gardenof-venus .☘︎ ݁˖

Lavender Haze — @conniesanchor .☘︎ ݁˖

I Want To Come Home To You — @roseloon .☘︎ ݁˖

“Fixing” His Glasses — @indrinkerworld .☘︎ ݁˖

Imagine/Blurb — @indrinkerworld .☘︎ ݁˖

PEAKY BLINDERS

THOMAS SHELBY

Business and Dates — @princessofmarvel

TLOU

ABBY ANDERSON

Imagine Abby Thinking You Sacrificed Your Life For Hers — @writngintheshadowsforever

Three Strikes — @deblklesb

Rough!Abby — @millersaurora

Helping Hand — @elliespet

ELLIE WILLIAMS

Heat Lightning 007 — @phantombriide

Rockstar!Ellie HCs — @phantombriide

ELLABS

Something Stupid — @starzblvd

JOEL MILLER

All Good Things — @criticallyacclaimedstranger

Nook of Love — @jobean12-blog

Kiss Me Once, And Kiss Me Twice — @cowgurrrl

I Like My Girls A Little Bit Older — @blueeyesatnight

Bluebonnet — @wheresarizona

Extra Credit — @millerscoffee

Self-Deprecating King Joel Miller — @divinehedons

HAIKYUU!

ARAN OJIRO

Distracted From the Plan — @nysrage .☘︎ ݁˖

Options — @nysrage .☘︎ ݁˖

Morning Wood — @nysrage .☘︎ ݁˖

Just The Tip — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Purposefully Flirting w/ Other Guys — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Take It — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Valentine’s Day — @dejwrites .☘︎ ݁˖

Pro Volleyball Player!Aran x Wife!Reader — @dejwrites .☘︎ ݁˖

#navigation

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july13th2004 · 1 year

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I was going to post about this yesterday, but I ultimately ended up feeling too sad to write anything (I also didn't just want this to be a text post)...

Anyway, for those of you who maybe don't know yet, Tales of Asteria will be shutting down/ending service on May 18th at noon JST (or late on May 17th if you live in North/South America)...😞

I will be forever grateful to this game for giving Kratos the four outfits in the first four screenshots, because without this game, there would probably be no official art of these outfits (especially the swimsuit one). I'm also grateful for the inclusion of his Yomiuri Land art, and I'm hoping I can preserve this art in the transfer over to Rays along with the other four.

I also just wanted to thank the nameless artists for all of the beautiful outfits/costumes they've made for not only the Symphonia cast, but for all of the other Tales games as well over the last nine years! It has truly been a wonderful experience for me to play this game the last 2.5+ years, and I don't regret any second of it (I wish I had started playing it sooner, if I'm being honest). I'm going to be very sad when this game shuts down in just two short months...

So to commemorate the game, a memorial art book is going to be released in late July, and can be preordered here (you will have to use a shopping service in order to preorder it). It's going to include about 540 pages of 4⭐ and up character art from the game, and the special edition is also going to include an around 160 page reference art/character design book along with it. Preorders run through June 25th (I think, correct me if I'm wrong, please!) or until they sell out.

I'm going to be playing this game until the very end, and a couple of the things I'm going to focus on until then is rerecording/recording Kratos' voice clips from the 6⭐ versions that I have of him, and also post screenshots of the Symphonia cast's 1 - 3⭐ art since that's not going to be included in the memorial art book, so please look forward to that over the next two months! And thank you again, Asteria!😭🙏

#tales of symphonia #kratos aurion #tales of asteria #my screenshots #long post

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pascalmode · 1 year

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In The Stars (7 - The Bloodshed)

Hi! It's been a while! I haven't written Asteria in a long time and was randomly inspired for her today. I missed her. I hope you did too. I hope you enjoy.

Az x TOG!OC

Words: 2.9K

Warnings: Violence, blood, gore, and a lack of Azriel (the man is busy sneaking around somewhere but he'll be back in the next one so no one worry).

For a long time, two complete centuries, Asteria dreamed of freedom. And now that she has it, what to do with it evades her.

Days and nights meld together, a handful of them passing in a quiet, yet impatient peace, the entire court still waiting to hear back from the High Lord of Summer regarding their request.

The silver-haired Fae had slipped into a routine, rising early in the morning to train with the two Illyrians, then meeting with Rhysand for hours on end. The male and female would meet in the office where she’d been introduced to the rest of the inner circle and pour over literature that the High Lord would request from his library.

Thick tomes of Prythian’s history; fierce battles between courts and the passing of lordship from one to another, records of naturalism that could probably be considered ancient by now, and anything else that may help her connect with the new realm that constantly rejects her.

Of course, Rhysand would come and go from the room to tend to his Mate, who would grace them with her presence long enough that Asteria looked forward to her visits. The High Lady is someone Asteria effortlessly admires, only hoping that Feyre would say the same about her.

Following the intense study, Asteria would retreat to her room for some much needed solitude before dinner, which is more often than not shared with the entire inner circle. Jokes would be made, and wine shared among a group that continuously chooses one another with each passing day.

Asteria would sink into the shadows that always welcomed her, feeling like an imposter despite their desire to rope her into the conversation.

When the meal would end and darkness would follow, Asteria would head outside after having longed for the stars relentlessly while the sun had been out. She’d sit and admire the night sky, wondering if one of the brilliant stars up above could somehow lead her home. Back to what she knows. To Erilea.

Then, like clockwork, Azriel would join her and she’d no longer find herself thinking about what she left behind.

Instead, they’d talk, they��d laugh, and they’d indulge in one another’s secrets as though they’d been friends for as long as they’ve existed.

He’d quickly become a comfort to her, so her disappointment is ocean-deep when she retires for the night, lucky if she’s greeted by a dreamless slumber.

Each day looked like the last, and when Azriel had suddenly disappeared for an assignment from Rhys, Asteria suddenly felt restless; as though her entire routine had ceased to exist.

Finding herself walking along the cobble-stoned sidewalk alongside the Sidra, Asteria allows her solitude to look different underneath a cloudless sky. Rhys had offered to fly her down to the city, since he and Feyre where heading down for some much needed time together after spending the entire morning apart, and Asteria took him up on the offer.

She’d gotten a tea from the shop Azriel had taken her to not long go, and began mulling over what she and Rhysand had read earlier in the day about a seemingly infinite amount of traditions that take place in each court.

The female familiarizes herself with the streets of Velaris, taking in the beauty of the community surrounding her. The fae couples strolling by arm in arm, vendors making sales and chatting politely about their products, and the laughs of friends catching up at a nearby cafe.

It’s all beautiful. But none if it as attention catching as the music store she spots near the edge of the city, near the walls that wrap around Velaris. Asteria heads toward it without ever deciding to, simply craving something familiar.

When she heads through the door, a bell chimes overhead, and Asteria breathes deeply, inhaling the scent of the viola’s varnish and spotting them lined up on shelves along the walls. There are sections for drums and percussion, others for strings, another for flutes and reeded instruments, all of which Asteria longs to hold in hand.

But then she spots the pianoforte in the corner, poised by a large bay window that lets in gleaming natural light, and it’s as though nothing else exists.

Moving to the instrument, Asteria lets her gloved hands move affectionately over the polished wooden cover that hides the ivory keys.

Slowly lifting it, Asteria’s breath hitches at the sight of her beloved piano. Her comfort in the highest of stress. The female thanks whatever gods landed her in this strange world that it exists.

“Asteria?”

Eyes darting up, Asteria quickly withdrawals her touch from the instrument like a child caught stealing sweets.

When she finds Murry, the Fae she’d danced with in the square, she softens, “Hello,” She says, “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“In my own store?”

“This is yours?”

Murry shuffles nervously, walking over and settling on the other side of the pianoforte, “My father’s. I manage it.”

“It’s wonderful,” Asteria honestly says, “I’m envious of you.”

The words make an easy smile cross Murry’s youthful features, he sets his hands on the piano, “Do you play?” He asks.

“I did, seems like a lifetime ago.”

“Then you should consider yourself lucky that music never ages,” Murry thoughtfully says, motioning to the exposed keys, “Give it a try.”

Nodding, Asteria shoots her companion a small smile before easing onto the bench in front of the instrument calling to her.

The position is one she knows, one that she’d dreamed about for decades stacked upon decades. When she gently sets her fingers on the keys, it’s as though she’s greeting an old friend.

Pressing down in a few bars of scales she learned as a child, the sound that echoes through the room is sloppy, and discordant. It brings a memory to the front of her mind.

Hundreds of years ago she’d been sat at a piano just like this one, shoulder to shoulder with darkness personified.

Lorcan Salvaterre.

They’d been shoulder to shoulder, legs pressing against one another with his large hands splayed on the keys after interrupting Asteria mid-composition, which she which she couldn’t bring herself to be upset about.

He’d sat down, and Asteria took it upon herself to teach him the basics of the craft she holds so close to her heart. It’s only right that he learns, considering he’s her muse.

Lorcan wasn’t good at it by any means. His large hands would consistently hit the wrong keys, and the sound that came out of the piano would make her cringe, then laugh. How could she not? Her Mate trying to hard to please her, and failing spectacularly.

Eventually they’d ease up from their seats, Lorcan taking Asteria to bed and loving her in the only way they’d ever really known each other. The smiles faded, replaces with moans of passion and lust filled grips on the other until there was nothing left between them but a hollow space.

Ultimately they’d been wrong in thinking they were Mates, but the sound of hitting the wrong key, the wrong note, always makes Asteria think of Lorcan. A lasting memory from a life long since passed.

Pausing, and allowing herself to slow down, to take a deep, calming breath, Asteria tries again.

She moves through the scales like water coursing through a stream, confidently, and without hesitation. The piano obeys each of her commands, the erupting sound finally pleasing, and suddenly so real it’s almost tangible to the female who controls it.

When she stops, the silence is so sudden that Asteria feels as though it had struck her in the chest.

“You know your scales,” Murry remarks, snapping Asteria further into reality.

The silver-haired female shrugs, “They’re easy to remember.”

“Play something challenging, then.”

Asteria regards Murry tentatively, her gloved hands still resting on the ivory in front of her, “Any requests?” She shyly asks.

“Just that you play me something real.”

Nodding, the green eyed fae lets herself sit with what Murry’s asked. Something real. Asteria had been a composer before she’d been much of anything else. She knows music. She knows which notes compliment each other, and which ones provide a challenge when they’re struck. She knows how to expertly weave a melody from nothing.

So, with one more breath, Asteria plays.

She presses down on the ivory lightly, quietly, like a predator who’s just spotted its prey and is ready to begin the hunt.

The music is slow, and when it starts flowing there is no stopping it. Realizing this, Asteria closes her eyes to try and understand it while it escapes her.

The melody is slow, and winding. Almost lonely. It’s trying to find it’s own place, longing for something, or somewhere to call home. A yearning for something that has yet to exist.

Minutes pass, and the music builds in a way that makes Asteria understand that the predator was never what she thought it was. Instead, it’s the prey. Noble sound fighting for its life, building into something more frantic. Desperate. Imperfect.

Not in a way that is unpleasant, but in a way that makes Asteria wonder what she’d encountered, what she’s trying to express in a makeshift song. Imperfections that make more sense than anything else.

A ballad of someone who has made mistake after mistake, but is still fighting. Still breathing.

When the final key is struck, the chord lingering as though it’s hesitant to end, Asteria lets out a sigh of relief. As though she’d finally grown warm after a lifetime of freezing.

She’d played music again. And it had sparked something so wondrous in her that she can’t help the grin that overtakes her, her hands covering her smile in disbelief.

A smile that quickly fades as a wave of unease drifts in.

Asteria doesn’t know where it comes from, but it’s enough that she can’t hear what Murry is saying to her.

A prickle on the back of her neck, like someone is watching over her shoulder.

Something is wrong.

Instincts suddenly gone haywire, Asteria bolts up just in time for for the window she’d been sat beside to shatter. A lethally sharp black arrow wedges into the piano bench where she’d just been sitting.

A snarl leaves Asteria’s lips, and a deadly, familiar calm settles. She growls for Murry to run, barely registering him moving out the front of the store because she’s already heading through the open window.

The glass cracks further under her boots, and Asteria’s sight settles on the wall that surrounds Velaris, not far ahead from Murry’s shop.

There, standing squarely on top of the barrier, is an archer robed in black, new arrow nocked.

With a twang! The weapon shreds through the air towards her. But it doesn’t matter. Asteria is ready for it.

She snatches it from it’s path, stopping it before it can imbed itself where her heart thuds against her chest.

The action makes the archer falter, and she can smell his fear as soon as it hits the air.

Not wanting to waste another moment, Asteria darts forward towards the wall, snapping the arrow head from its vessel as she does.

Leaping up, a blast of her magic propelling her up, Asteria twists and hurls the arrow head with all of her might, hearing a satisfying gurgle as it strikes true, directly into the neck of the Archer, sending him toppling backwards over the side of the wall he’d perched on.

Asteria follows, the both of them landing on the other side, but only one still breathing.

Raising her head, she’s surrounded.

A semi-circle of masked, black robed males look upon her from all sides, a couple more archers, a few with their swords raised, and one with two handheld daggers. Ten of them in total.

Asteria reaches for a sword that isn’t there. Clenching her fists, she lets them remain by her side. She won’t need it. Not when the fight starts.

Eyeing each of the men, marking where they are and who poses her the greatest threat, Asteria smirks, “You can run,” She croons out, “but I assure you, you’ll just die tired.”

Before they can blink, Asteria is moving.

They let out a loud battle cry, the archers releasing their arrows only for Asteria to dart behind one of their own, the one closest to her, using him as a human shield.

The arrows sink into his chest, and he screams, dropping his sword directly into her waiting hand. Without releasing him, Asteria drives the long blade inbetween his ribs, a sickening crunch resounding when she yanks the weapon free.

Taking up a reverse grip on the sword, which is almost to heavy for her to do so, Asteria dances to the next male, swiping a set of arrows out of the air as she does.

Keeping her momentum, Asteria whirls, her blade ruthlessly sliding through flesh and bone of the one with the daggers, his blood spraying into a mist that no doubt gets into her hair.

When he falls, Asteria uses a beam of golden magic to pick up the discarded blades, sending them both deeply into the foreheads of the archers.

Four down.

Two of the swordsmen move towards her at the same time, one clearly swinging high, and the other low. Asteria huffs, ducking under a blade and driving hers into the earth to meet the other and halt it’s momentum with a clang!

Kicking out, Asteria’s foot connects hard with one of the male’s knees, earning a loud, sickening crack! As the joint shatters.

A scream fills the air, and the male begins to fall, only for Asteria to wretch her blade free from the earth and spin, her slice meeting his neck and separating his head from the rest of his body like a hot knife through butter.

Arms are suddenly on her shoulders, wrenching her backwards before they’re wrapping around her throat in a strong chokehold.

With her air faltering, an involuntary gasp leaves Asteria. She grabs onto the arms, dropping her blade.

But not without purpose.

Channeling her light, Asteria focuses on the heat of it in her touch, driving it up as far as it’s willing to go, her gloves igniting and burning up into nothing but ash.

The man holding her lets out a bloodcurdling scream, releasing her completely while the scent of blood in the air mixes with burnt flesh. Holding a hand out, magic still flaring, one of the daggers loosens itself from the head of an archer, flipping end over end to her waiting palm.

Turning, Asteria viciously slashes at her assailant’s throat, the spray of blood errupting from his wound and onto the silver-haired female’s face, and down her chest, darkening the midnight blue tunic she’d opted for that morning.

Calmly, Asteria turns to face the two remaining males, her mind silently calling out to Rhysand while she eyes the ones who remain; the one whose sword had swung lowly at her, and the other, who looked so pale, and so afraid, that Asteria smiles.

Without a word the female hurls the dagger she still holds into the male that had swung at her. The blade digging into the center of his throat in a flash of light so quick that he was hopeless to defend against it.

“On your knees,” Asteria commands with a ice filled voice, noting how the masked male, the only male left, trembles as she approaches, starring at her unwounded, blood coated form as it stalks towards him.

He complies, his breath shaking with each rapid exhale.

“Who sent you?” She asks, the killing calm that had invaded her mind slowly ebbing away.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“That will depend on who sent you,” A voice from behind cooly states.

Turning, Asteria spots Rhysand, his face a picture of beautiful indifference. Feyre stands by his side, sneering at the enemy down her nose.

Relieved that she hadn’t called the High Lord for nothing, Asteria positions herself behind the remaining assailant, one of her hands yanking the male’s hood down only to harshly grab his dark hair, her other hand ripping off his mask and settling beneath his chin.

A hold to snap his neck at the first que from the High Lord and his High Lady.

“Our bloody friend doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” Feyre says, removing her gaze from the male to nonchalantly inspect her perfectly manicured nails as though she doesn’t care what happens to the stranger.

“I-I can’t say,” The male shakily gets out.

Rhysand’s expression doesn’t change, his hand raising to pick an invisible piece of lint from the sleeve of his coat, “I don’t recall giving you a choice,” Night filled eyes find the green ones standing across from him, “Asteria?”

Nodding to the High Lord, Asteria draws her magic into her palms yet again. She pushes it into the male, shoving it past weak mental shields like a sword striking through wet paper.

Seeking the truth, Asteria shuffles through memory after memory of an unhappy life spent below. A different city in the Night Court. Harsh parents, an even harsher mentor. Then, instructions. For this. To kill the very female watching his memories flicker through her mind’s eye.

But who gave the order, she can’t see.

Gritting her teeth, Asteria delves further, only for the same result. He doesn’t know. Whoever orchestrated what they wanted to be an assassination is completely faceless.

Withdrawing her magic and coming back to herself, Asteria shakes the male’s life away from her own, and with a jerk and a sickening crack, Asteria snaps his neck.

He falls to the dirt, lifeless, and Asteria brings her eyes to Rhysand’s, who is waiting expectantly.

“He didn’t know,” She deadpans.

“So he wasn’t lying,” Feyre utters, “He was just an idiot.”

“Seems that way,” Asteria nods.

“Are you alright?” Rhysand asks, watching as the silver-haired female wipes the blood from her mouth with her sleeve.

“Yes,” Asteria says, taking a second to examine the gore surrounding them as she catches her breath, “Though I may have gone a little overboard.”

“The decapitation?”

“I can admit it; that may not have been necessary.”

“Seems perfectly justified to me.”

Asteria looks to Feyre, who shifts he gaze from her mate to the blood covered female, “You did what you had to do. Let’s just hope this is the end of it.”

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anglbby444 · 11 months

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harringtonsangel —> odairsangel!

Mutuals : @sunflowerharrington @sexybabystevie @inkluvs @asterias-record-shop @fleurfairie @fxllfaiiry

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asterias-record-shop · 9 months

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BINGOO! Can you please write a Miguel O’Hara sugar daddy story with prompt 15? I’m not creative enough to write a description for this but could you add a mention of the age gap? Miguel is Like 30 or something. Reader is young and wants money ofc. They met online and are meeting up irl. Thank youu

—𓆩[mi ment��, cuerpo, corazón, y alma]𓆪—

I am so sorry anón honey, I got completely carried away!! I hope you enjoy it though!

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Modern AU! CEO! Sugar Daddy! Soft! Miguel O'Hara x Sugar Baby! Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.1K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You loved being a sugar baby. Truly, you did. The only con was the fact that you had to get with someone who was literally a hair away from dying, so when Miguel found you, it was truly a saving grace. After a while, he made you cut off all of your other sugar daddies, easily matching what they give you and more. Things have gotten weird lately, though… and you’re not sure how to take it, even when he says everything is ‘strictly pleasure’.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing and foul language || obsessive behavior || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship || possessive! Miguel || his wife and daughter do not exist anymore 🤍 like at all || Latina coded reader || featuring Jessica Drew as another CEO because we love her (spider-verse variant) || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship turned real relationship || i speak rancho spanish so i write rancho spanish, it ain’t google translate so it might not make sense- || miguel is lowkey an asshole so he is an asshole now || fighting || you make him fix himself || i’m ngl, i don’t know what the hell i did but i had fun and there’s smut so enjoy || this is so much more kinky than it initially was going to be- || kinda OOC Miguel || sub turned dom! reader || sub! Miguel || sounding || cbt || slight oral || praise & degradation || riding || non-protected sex || cumming inside || ending is supposed to be humorous I’m not weird ||

Finding a sugar daddy that wasn’t quadruple your age was hard. Very, very hard. What was wrong with men? Couldn’t they just become billionaires at twenty-five?

Bastards.

Oh, but then Miguel O’Hara came along. A man in his early thirties that absolutely towered over you at 6’9”, built like a fucking god with looks to match and wealth to pair.

In the beginning, though, you had your doubts, so many doubts. You didn’t know what made him drawn to you in the first place, mainly because you had over five sugar daddies and he easily matched the prices immediately and made you get rid of them. He easily matched all your prices, doing even more before purchasing a test to make sure you were ‘healthy’.

After that, everything else happened extremely quickly - him buying you a car, jewelry and clothes, but the most recent was having you move in with him in his extremely large mansion. The first thing you noticed was that he had nothing in his home that gave it personality. No pictures, just crazy expensive art and photographs of things that were also crazy expensive.

He didn’t even have plants. Or a dog. Or a cat, something to give him some sort of personality besides that stupidly hot face. And stupidly hot money, but that’s why he was at work while you were at a shelter, promising yourself that you’d take some sort of pet home. You had settled on a kitten, a tuxedo kitten with a little bow tie and a mustache, along with small little mittens on his paws.

He immediately curled in your lap, a giggle falling from your lips as you stroked the back of his head. “I’ll take this one… I’m gonna name him Hart.”

And with that, you took him home. You bought him his own bed and all of the toys he could ever want or need, and you sat in the closet you had made his room as you wagged the cat toy in front of him, Jessica on the phone.

“Y/N, I really think you’re going to kill him bringing that cat into his house!” She laughed, snacking on her latest craving.

“Oh, he won’t! You’re being overdramatic, he’s gonna love Hart,” you wiggle the stick some more, the kitten swatting at it as you heard Miguel’s loud voice yell out for you. “Oh! He’s here, I’ll call you later Jess! Love you!”

“Don’t get killed!”

You giggled as you hung up and quickly stood, running out and fixing your skirt. “Miguel!”

He was tired today, you could tell. His body was more tense than you had ever seen, the buttons at the top of his shirt undone and his tie loose with his blazer open. You paused, his clenched fists making you swallow slightly. You had your share of violent lovers, and you sure as hell weren’t going to have another.

“Hola, mi reina,” he whispered, voice hoarse as he set down his briefcase and his fists unclenched. He softly set his hand on your hip, kissing softly against your temple as he sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s been a tough day.”

You inhaled as he softly pressed kisses down your temple around your eye, along the apple of your cheek. “Wh-What happened?”

He shook his head, his hands going from your hips to the pretty skin of your thighs that was exposed by the skirt. “Stupid idiots who don’t know how to fucking do their job.”

You hummed softly as you stroked the back of his head, twirling the locks of his hair with your fingers as you kissed his sharp jaw. You were already on your tiptoes, his hands supporting you as he ducked down. “I’m so sorry, Miguel,” you whispered as he let out a soft hum. “I uhm… I got something.”

“Ah si?” he responded, his hands slipping under your skirt to tease your pretty cunt. “Es esto, mi reina?”

“No,” you giggled, shaking your head. “Lemme show you.”

He smiled as you dragged him along, pulling him toward the closet you turned into the kitten’s room before turning around. “You can’t get mad.”

He started to cross his arms, raising a brow. “Why would I get mad?”

“You won’t be mad because you can’t. That’s my whole point,” you say, nodding firmly. “Okay?”

“You can’t say I can’t get mad and expect me not to get mad.”

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed, shaking your head as he hummed softly and leaned down. “Just… trust me.”

He hummed again as you opened the door, the loud mews of the kitten making his eyes widen. You felt your smile disappear as you inhaled, shaking your head as you turned around. “This is Hart! He’s a little spy,” you giggled, kissing the kitten’s small head. “H-He was named after-”

“I know who he’s named after, Y/N,” Miguel growled, glaring at the kitten in your hand. “Why is it in my house?”

“Our house,” you correct him, a scoff falling from his lips. “What?”

“My house,” he basically growled, stepping forward as you started to step back. “Just because I fuck you like a ragdoll and cum inside of you like a cumdump doesn’t mean that this is your house.”

You inhaled as you held the kitten closer to your chest, scoffing. “You’re a fucking bastard, Miguel O’Hara. This is strictly business as always, isn’t it? You fucking asshole.”

He scoffed as you went around him, shaking his head. “This is mine, Y/N! All of it!”

“It might be yours, Miguel, but you don’t want it! You keep this giant house full of nothing that you love, nothing that you care for! You don’t even have a damn plant here!” You yelled at him, inhaling as you sent him a glare. “You’re a self absorbed bastard, Miguel.”

“I have you here,” Miguel spoke, something that completely betrayed his previous words. “You’re… all I could ever need.”

“You don’t need me though. The only thing that you fucking need is a damn whore,” you shake your head, keeping Hart close to your chest. “I will get myself a lawyer to get myself out of this contract, and we’ll never have to see each other again.”

“Y/N, wait-”

“No! Fuck you!” You were already rushing to your room - which was sadly one you shared with Miguel - locking it before he could come in after you.

“Y/N, amor… mi amor, I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not!” You yelled, sighing. How could you ever think this would go any other way? “Just… go away!”

To be honest, you weren’t sure what made you think you could love him. Actually love him and have it reciprocated, but you didn’t want to leave. You had worked so hard in this relationship with Miguel, gaining his trust and what you thought was his love, for fucks sake you couldn’t lose it now. What he said just… got to you.

It wasn’t until you heard a soft knock that you unlocked the door, Miguel slowly stepping into the room. “What do you want?”

“I just… look at this,” he gave you the binder, swallowing. “If you uhm… look at it, it annuls our last contract… if you sign it, mi amor-”

“What, are you gonna try and bribe me?” I ask, softly scratching Hart’s ear before he gives you the binder.

“Perdóname, amor,” he whispers, slowly falling to his knees in front of you. You certainly weren’t expecting this. “Read it.”

“Summarize it for me.”

“It says that you own me,” he says, tilting his head. “Everything I own, you own. Everything I am is yours,” he takes your hand, softly kissing against your wrist. “I’m sorry… that it took me so long to see how important you are to me. Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, y alma.”

You swallow as you stare at the dotted line, looking down at him as he kisses your skin. “Tu cuerpo? Es mío?”

He groaned as your hand shapes his jaw, softly tugging on his hair as Hart jumped down, sauntering out of the room as though he knew what was about to happen. “Todo es tuyo, mi amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his hair so he’d stare up at you. “Todo lo que quieras, es tuyo. Nomás me digas y es tuyo. Todo, todo es tuyo.”

You hummed, sighing as you moved your hips to come off the bed slightly. “Show me. Show me that you belong to me and I’ll sign it.”

He hummed, sending you a smile as he started to kiss against your wrist. “Of course, mi reina.”

You smile slightly as he starts to tug off his shirt, carefully unbuttoning and kissing along your calf before slipping off your heels. “If this keeps going, Miguel, you need to know that I’m not putting up with your bullshit.”

“Ya se, mi reina,” he whispers, his tongue flattening up your thigh as he pulls down your skirt. “I’m aware.”

“I’m going to sign that shit in your cum.”

He laughed, nodding. “If that’s what you want to do, mi amor.”

You tilted your head down at him, raising a brow. “That raises no red flags?”

“No, they’re actually green.”

You hold back a laugh as he slowly stands up, already taking off his clothes before you put up a finger. “I’m in charge, right?”

“Yes,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “What would you like me to do, hm?”

“Get on the bed,” you say, standing and slipping off your clothes. “Why are you just standing there? Go.”

Miguel smirked slightly, but followed your orders, his bare body looking perfect against the bed. “Well, what do you want me to do next, mi amor?”

You hummed, staring for another few minutes. “Get hard. I’ll be back.”

You go into your closet, but after hearing Miguel’s moans, you knew he listened to what you said. It wasn’t until you went into your drawer filled with sex toys did you know what you wanted to do - oh, you were going to make him sob. You grabbed the small silver toy you had never had the chance to use on him, biting your lip as you finished taking off the rest of your clothes and fixing your bra and underwear.

It was normal to makeup with Miguel with sex, then talk about what happened and why it should never happen again before you fell asleep, resulting in Miguel waking you up with breakfast in bed and another lavish apology gift.

When you walked out, you smiled when you saw Miguel bucking his hips into his hand, his thick cock dribbling precum out of his bright red tip. “Look how pretty your cock is, baby… so, so pretty.”

He lets out a dry laugh, groaning. “Oh yeah? Que vas hacer?”

You giggled, slowly sliding between his legs and taking out the metal sounding rod. “Voy a jugar con lo que es mío.”

He lets out a choked moan as the cold tip of the rod dragged in a circle along the tip of his cock, already lubed up so you wouldn’t hurt him, a giggle escaping your lips as you slowly pushed it into his cock. He lets out a choked moan as you laugh, watching as it slowly disappears inside of his cock.

“Hijo de su pinche madre,” he cursed, groaning as he bucked his hips, stomach clenching as you watched his body slowly fall to your mercy. “Amor, please, please- I'll be good, I just need to fuck you.”

“Cállate,” you ordered, giggling as you pushed it inside until the ring was showing, your mouth latching onto his balls and sucking softly. “Come on, be a good boy and fuck it.”

He cursed as he starts to roll his hips, following the sounding rod as he groaned loudly. One of your hands rubs along his thighs, giggling as you stared up at his face all scrunched and desperate. He really did make a good sub.

“Come on, don’t stop now, Miguel, you’re doing so good,” you move away from his balls but continue to cup them, moving so that his fat cock was settled on his abdomen and you rubbed your now bare pussy against his shaft. “Come on baby, I know you want to cum. As soon as you cum, I’ll put your cock in me and I’ll let you fuck me.”

He groaned loudly, almost growl-like sounds falling from his lips as he forced his hips to go faster, fucking into the sounding rod as he rubbed against your wet cunt. You couldn’t hold back your own moans, the friction of his cock perfect against your cunt and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

“Amor, please, please!” He was begging to cum, even if he didn’t quite know it yet, a groan falling from your lips as you continued to squeeze and rub his balls. He had never been this quick to cum, and you knew you’d have to try this again soon. “I’m close, chingao, I’m close.”

You let out a laugh as you watch the sounding rod start to be pushed out, pushing it back in as he whined. “Not yet, amor mío.”

“Por favor, mi vida, necesito- fuck!” He screamed out as you continued to hump against his length, pushing and pulling the rod in and out of his cock.

“Say it again. That you’re mine.”

“Fuck, I’m yours! Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, corazón, y alma, ¡chingada madre!” He yelled out as you finally let go of the sounding rod, watching it pop out of his cock and a perfect, pornographic cumshot follow. You moved your hand from his balls, lifting your hips as you continued to pump his shaft. You watched as the pearlescent liquid spurts onto his toned abdomen, smiling before cupping your hand in front of his tip and gathering his cum.

He panted, watching as you slowly smeared it along your cunt and placed the sounding rod onto the nightstand. “Next time we need to go bigger.”

“Whatever you say, amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his cock to push into your cunt, another loud groan falling from his lips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I know,” you spoke, laughing slightly as you gasped. No matter how many times his cock was inside of you, you never got used to it. “Fuck, Miguel, It’s like you get bigger every time.”

“Maybe I do,” he smirked, offering that playful wording as you finally sat on his pelvis, groaning loudly. “Look at how perfect you look with my cock inside of you, mi reina. Fucking perfect.”

You whimpered, groaning as you started to roll your hips, his cock feeling as though it was deeper than it ever was. “N-No, no.”

He smirked, tilting his head. “No what, amor? Tell me.”

“Stop that,” you order, knowing damn well if he kept talking like that you’d soon be on your back begging for him to fuck you. That’s now how it was going to happen, not today. “I’m in charge. Not you.”

“I never said you weren’t, amor-”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips firmly to his as he held your hips, helping you rock onto his cock. “Stop talking.”

He laughs as his other hand pulled you in for another firm kiss, your hands searching for the contract before his hips slam up into you. You pulled away, gasping as he lets out a loud groan, cursing. “Thought you needed some help, mi amor.”

Your hands claw against his shoulders as he keeps your chest pressed to his, using his strength to easily thrust up into you. For fucks sake, he couldn’t even let you have this, but you weren’t complaining as he grunted underneath you and you felt his cock rub against every place you ever wanted him to be. He repeatedly thrusted into you at that perfect rate to hit that spot inside of you that just made your body go limp, stomach twisting and turning.

One of the pros of having a man who knew your body like the back of his hand was that you could always count on him making you cum.

You gasped as his cock finally thrusted against that perfect spot that easily made you come undone, mind blurring as you basically see stars right as your nails dig into his skin. Your cunt clenched and squeezed his cock as a result of your orgasm, a hissed groan falling from his lips as he thrusted a few more times and finally came inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back, the added feeling of his cum spurting inside of you, filling you up as your inner thighs started to register slight heat from the power of his thrusts. You panted as you started to sit up, Miguel letting out a slight laugh before you grabbed the sounding rod and the contract.

“Q-Qué estás haciendo?”

You looked up at him, giggling as you dipped the rod into his cum. “I said I was going to sign it with your cum.”

“Mierda, Y/N, don’t do that!”

“What?! You think I was joking?! I said it was a red flag!”

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basicrese · 2 years

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Stiles Stilinski Fic Recs

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one-shots

catastrophize by @exhoetic333

Drunk by @rubylize

drunken confessions by @fitzells

honey, honey by @asterias-record-shop

I Know Places by @xoxoavenger

It’s You by @t-h-i-n-g

One, and Only by @obriengf

Save You from Yourself by @muffinbeliever

The Name of the Game by @jediknightgoofball

(her fics are on sophisticatedstiles but i can’t tag it)

you’re drunk at the club and Stiles takes you home by @twjournals

you’re not cool enough by @jenniferswhor3

series & multi-parts

Ceilings by @bettyssneaker

distraction by @fourmoony

No Reason To by @justauthoring

The Mistake by @were-cheetah-stiles

We don’t believe what’s on TV by @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone

#stiles x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles x y/n #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #fic rec

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obsessedwithitall · 4 months

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My Favourite Things I've read this week- 20th December

🌶=smut 🍌=no direct smut but mentions/implications 🌸= fluff 😡=angst 🤓=silly/humour

In no particular order

Merry Christmas (I Couldn't Care Less) 😡🌸🌶

Harry Styles angsty christmasy childishness by @adorebeaa

Warmth 🌶🌶

Stiles x vampire reader soulmates by @asterias-record-shop

Galvanic 🌶

Stiles friends to fucking vibes by @semicolonsspace

#harry styles #dylan o'brien #stiles stilinski #fluff #smut #fic recs #fave things this week

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Sunny Hollis is thirty-three years old and owns Fleurs Bloom. She lives in the Iris district. At the moment, she is dating Jeremiah Hawthorne. She has no birthmark. She is currently Open.

→ Without the past, we’d be nothing…

If one asked her how they looked, she would tell them the truth. If they did not approve of the honest answer, no one but the one asking would be to blame for wanting to know. She’s upfront about everything except who she truly is. Sunny was born Nadia Sunny Vorshevsky, and she has been in the witness protection program for a bit over a year. Her father turned out to be a Russian Mob patron who turned FBI associate. Her mother was killed on her way to testify at the trial for a Lower Boss, which lead to Mister Vorshevsky and Nadia to be immediately sent into the WPP, the government trying to protect their best assets to take down the quickly growing organized crime in the North Eastern states. Her father was sent to an undisclosed location to her as the same agency placed her on the small island town of Asteria, sealing off all of her records and filing up new ones for the girl’s new identity.

The fact that her adoptive family was stringed high up in the mafia circuit was never kept a secret from Oakley. Of course, no one ever told her the exact trades that went around and what would happen if people didn’t pay up, but she had a fairly vivid imagination. Being homeschooled with her cousins was not an option, but mandatory as the children were part of the Big Family from the start, no outside socialization until they could be trusted. This led to her chatting up the constant line-up of bodyguards at every corner, causing the muscles to adore the lively girl. She lived a carefree life for the most part, at least until the Italian mob kidnapped her along with eight of her peers. The ordeal was an intense and terrifying one as they were all chained up in a dingy room with their eyes closed, the screams of those who would not talk ringing though the walls. The muscles came through however, and they were released safety. That was the last string for her father, having his daughter in danger was the one thing he would not stand for, and that was when he turned on his own people.

Living on the small island of Asteria is like having her very own piece of heaven, the small community feels more like home than her home ever did and she has settled in quite nicely. Sometimes she wonders who she would have been if her life had been normal from the start, she would most positively not be in the situation she is now. Sunny’s cover includes her working as the town florist, it is a dainty job she rather enjoys and being the one to bring a smile to someone’s face upon a delivery was always a plus. There is a certain customer who has been coming in more frequently than not lately, a shy man with jet black hair and the most polite of words.

→ No one’s alone…

× Jeremiah Hawthorne → The two have been dating for a while now, but Sunny hasn’t told him her secret yet. Not sure if she really wants to, and she’s thinking about breaking up. Never being the type to settle down or drop a gear.

× Felix Hawthorne → Her best customer at the shop, he’s an interesting character and Sunny gets a kick out of making him blush.

× Joshua Camp → He’s a magician, and she’s all about disappearing so they’re friends.

× Sophie Turner → The girls always hanging around the flower shop, Sunny was thinking of hiring a delivery girl so she can stick to attending the store.

Faceclaim: Krysten Ritter

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asterias-record-shop · 10 months

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Hyiaa!! If these prompts are still free can I please request

BINGO: Bimbo , Eggsy Unwin with the prompt

"I like having you covered in me. Smothered in me, full of me. Want all of you, and you need all of me." ?

Thank you for your time!

—𓆩[your majesty]𓆪—

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Eggsy Unwin x Fem! Princess! Bimbo! Kingsman Agent! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, maybe slight angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.6K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Eggsy truly didn’t know how you were recruited into Kingsmen, but he wasn’t complaining. You helped him out a lot during training, but for fucks sake, were you blind to how Charlie and his friends looked at you? When you go missing, though, Eggsy has to save you. He couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - foul language and cursing || reader is portrayed as very naive and kind of an airhead || reader is portrayed as wearing tight and revealing clothes and likes makeup || sex positive reader || again, kinda ditsy || you’re an undercover spy princess now || you get kidnapped || edited timeline || lovesick eggsy || smut || fingering || masterbating || different positions || multiple rounds || size kink || cum kink || marking kink || rough sex turned soft sex ||

“Your mission,” Merlin spoke as you handed Eggsy, Roxy, and Charlie. “Is to win over the asset shown in the folder. And when I say win over, I do mean biblically.”

Eggsy smiles, opening and showing off the picture. “Easy. Posh girls love a little rough.”

Charlie scoffed, showing the exact same image. “We’ll see about that.”

Roxy giggled. “We certainly shall.”

“Yep! Mhm, sex! You need to fuck her,” you filled in, Charlie scoffing a slight laugh as Merlin smiled slightly and nodded. “Nicely! She’s an heiress.”

“Yes, Y/N, I’m sure they are aware she is an heiress,” Merlin spoke, a sheepish smile developing on your lips. “Anyways, you will be going to the club-”

“Oh, I love clubbing!” You say, Merlin looking over at you with a slight raise of his brows. “O-Oh I’m sorry… I’ll be quiet now.”

Eggsy smiled slightly as he stared at you, but his stomach twisted slightly at the thought of sleeping with someone else. Eggsy was faithful, he always was no matter what, and to be honest, he wasn’t very excited about sleeping with someone else when he wanted to be sleeping with you – both sexually and when he woke up.

“Anyways, you leave at 2200. Please be ready by then. Y/N, come with me.” Merlin smiled at you as you nod, smiling back.

“Yes, Merlin.”

As you both walked out, Eggsy quickly ran after you before Roxy could say anything. “Y/N! Y/N, wait up!”

“Oh, uhm,” you looked back at Merlin who nodded slightly, walking away as you turned. “What’s up, Eggsy?”

“I-I uhm… just wanted to talk to you real quick,” he whispered, looking back at the other two with a slight sigh. “If uhm… If I don’t go past this session-”

“You will,” you say, giggling. “I’m sure a rough boy like you can handle your liquor. And you’re very loyal too!”

Eggsy paused, tilting his head. “Loyal?”

You froze, humming. “Forget I said that. Anyways. Like you were saying?”

Eggsy cleared his throat, swallowing. “If uhm… I wanted to say that when I sleep with this girl,” he ignored your giggle. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I’m aware,” you say with a shrug. “I had to sleep with a pair of guys, but not for the initiation part. The initiation part was actually easier than sleeping with those guys, how are you gonna be a crime lord with a small dick…”

He smiled as you continued to ramble off, his eyes slowly trailing over your pretty face all the way down to your tight clothes and perfect body, round and soft in every perfect place, and the thought of having your thighs around his head truly was a dream.

“Oh, I am so sorry… you had a question, what was it?” You tilted your head, smiling at him.

“I-I uhm… I just wanted to ask if after this session… if you would want to go out with me? On like… a real date?” He whispers, tilting his head slightly as you gaped at him.

“R-Really? You want… you want to take me out on a date?” You whisper, eyes narrowing. “Why? I have nothing to do with the choosing process.”

“I’m not trying to get points for the choosing process,” Eggsy clarified immediately, taking a step closer toward you. “I just… I want to take you out to see if we could… go out together as a couple.”

You paused, swallowing. “Oh…” you looked back at Merlin who was tapping on his tablet, then turned around with a nod. “I would like that. I would like that very much.”

“You would? Good. Good, perfect,” he smiled widely as you inhaled, smiling. “Go. I’m sure Merlin needs something important.”

You smiled, nodding as you leaned forward and pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. “I can’t wait.”

Eggsy smiled widely as you walked off, turning around to see Charlie and Roxy staring at him. “Did you just ask Y/N out on a date?” She spoke, tilting her head. “Really?”

You didn’t have a code name because there was no point. You were already known to the world, Princess Y/N who was the face of her kingdom, perfect in every way, though slightly naive – it didn’t make one bit of a difference to Eggsy. He truly, truly wanted to see how far he would get with you, and just maybe he would get you to the altar.

Right when they were about to leave, Eggsy noticed you in the corner, staring at yourself in the mirror as you flattened out the sides of your dress. For fucks sake, you looked absolutely stunning. Perfect in every way, the dark blue dress pooling at the floor as you slowly turned in the mirror.

He wasn’t used to seeing you in such a dark color, but you looked just as beautiful in it as you did any other color.

He couldn’t speak for a minute, but when it finally came to mind, all he could say was, “Wow.”

You looked over immediately, smiling as you walked toward him, heels clicking. “Going undercover,” you whisper, then shrug. “Kind of.”

“Well, I wish you luck,” Eggsy whispered back, trying to keep his eyes on yours and not trail over your body like a pervert. “You look… so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Eggsy, really,” you smiled back at him as he looked down at his clothes, completely underdressed compared to you. “You look great too.”

“You don’t have to lie, love,” he laughed slightly, embarrassed. How could he think a pretty girl like you would want to be with him? “W-Well… good luck on your mission. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“I could come to the barracks tonight,” you suggest, shrugging. “It’ll just be you and someone else anyways. I’ll bring you to my room.”

Eggsy smiled. “That sounds perfect, Y/N. Good luck, I’ll see you later.”

“See you, Eggsy.” You smiled as he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before slowly turning around and walking off.

After he finished his initiation sequence, he waited in the barracks, reading a book as he slowly stroked JBs back, waiting for you to come in and take him back to your apartment for the night.

“Eggsy? Are you waiting for Y/N?” Roxy spoke, Eggsy looking up with a slight sigh.

“I was, yeah,” he whispered, shaking his head. Tomorrow was his day with Harry, and he couldn’t have thoughts of you interrupting it. “But I’m going to go to sleep now.”

“Oh, okay. Goodnight, Eggsy.”

“Goodnight, Rox.”

When morning came and Eggsy walked toward Harry who was speaking with Merlin, he inhaled as he heard your name on the TV. “Princess Y/N has been missing for three days now, gone and we haven’t been able to locate her since.”

“Y-Y/N’s missing?” His voice came out broken and hoarse, Harry turning around with a slight sigh.

“She didn’t come back from her mission last night,” Merlin says, shaking his head. “Y/N is a strong girl, she can handle herself. Now, go enjoy your day and we’ll keep looking for her.”

Oh, and then everything stacked up. With you missing, Harry being fucking murdered, figuring out that Arthur was with Valentine the entire time, he was so fucking tired. Now, about to die from Valentines dumbass soldiers, he couldn’t stop thinking about you — until the microchips came to mind.

After telling Merlin about the microchips, he could’ve sworn he heard your voice.

“Eggsy! Eggsy, is that you?!”

He quickly turned around, at this time ignoring the announcement that Valentine said and storing it for later, gasping when he saw you. “Y/N! You’re here!”

“Yes I’m here!” You giggled, sighing. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come back and-”

“Don’t worry about that now, darling, what matters is that you’re safe,” he smiled as you leaned forward, pushing yourself closer to the opening, Eggsy doing the same before he heard Merlin’s voice.

“Hate to interrupt this lovely moment, but the fate of the world is about to be decided, Eggsy!”

Eggsy sighed as he pulled away, shaking his head. “As much as I’ve always wanted to kiss a princess, my darling, but I have to go save the world.”

You smiled, giggling. “You save the world, you can get me pregnant.”

Eggsy paused, blinking before nodding slightly. “I’ll be right back.”

You laughed, biting your lip slightly as he ran off. “Good luck!”

And as soon as he said his wicked last line to Valentine, he was already running to your cell and tried to open the door. He heard your laugh when it didn't open, clearing his throat. “Merlin, what’s the code?”

Merlin laughed and told him, Eggsy smirking as he slipped off his glasses and slowly walked in, holding back a loud groan when he saw your legs spread and your fingers working your cunt as you groaned loudly. “Fucking finally Eggsy, what took you so long?”

He laughed as he set down the champagne and the champagne flutes on the table, slipping off his tie before you pull your fingers out of your cunt and quickly moved to your feet, stumbling slightly before falling into his chest. “Are you alright, darling?” He laughed slightly as you giggled.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just… need you. So bad. Gotta hold up my end of the deal,” you tilted your head, winking up at him with another giggle. “You gotta put a baby in me, Unwin.”

He groaned loudly as he easily lifted you up, moving you back to the bed and dropping you gently onto the bed. He watched as you quickly parted your legs, sighing as Eggsy kicked off his shoes – carefully of course – taking off his suit before you leaned forward and held his tie. “Keep this on.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” he whispers, slipping his button down off from under his tie that you immediately took hold of and pulled him down. He leaned down, kissing you and savoring your lips on his as you moved your legs to wrap your legs around his waist. “For fucks sake, never thought I’d be kissing an actual princess.”

You giggled as he pushed down his slacks, pulling him down for another kiss and rutting your hips into his. “Oh please, please… just forget about the fact that I’m a princess and just fuck me. Not like a prince, I need that roughness.”

“Whatever you say, darling,” he whispers back, smiling as he watches you slowly lay back. “Are you sure you want it rough? Darling, I-”

“I’m a princess, Eggsy, just not one made out of glass,” you whisper back, smiling. “Fuck me, Eggsy, hard.”

Oh, you truly didn’t have to tell him twice.

He was quick to snap his hips into you, groaning loudly as your head tilted back, leaning down to tuck his face under your chin. His hips moved rough and quick, fucking into you like he was infatuated. In a way, he was, his mind blurring in pleasure as moans unconsciously fell from his lips, your cunt tight and perfect around him.

His cock was perfect inside of you, just the right length but heavy on the girth, thick and filling you up just right and absolutely fucking perfect. You gasped as you tilted your head back, savoring the feeling of him inside of you. Even with his strong and rough thrusts, he was still holding himself back, and you could feel it every time he held back from slamming his pelvis into yours.

It makes you take matters into your own hands, easily pushing him over and straddling his hips. “I said that I want rough Eggsy,” you whisper, placing your hands on his perfectly toned chest, roughly rolling your hips as you threw back your head. Oh, it was finally perfect. You could feel him in all of the places you desperately wanted him to be, letting out a loud groan as you rut your hips roughly into his. “I don’t want you to hold back, please, Eggsy.”

He groaned, his head tilting back just like yours, his hands automatically finding your hips to help guide you into his hips. Sadly, they were trying to get you to go slower. “Fuck, darling, don’t do this to me. I don’t want to hurt you, please baby-”

“I want it to be rough,” you responded, gasping as his hips roughly snap into yours. It was perfect, just like you wanted to, but it was a singular movement. “No! Eggsy please, please don’t stop!”

“Fuck, please… please, you need to tell me if I hurt you. Promise?” His voice was breathless as you nod, pulling his hands upward toward your tits.

“I promise. Just fuck me, Eggsy.”

This time he really didn’t hold back, immediately twisting you to lay on your back, inhaling as he snapped his hips forward to fuck you, rough and hard just like you wanted him to. He didn’t hold back, his hands holding your hips roughly. Oh, it was perfect and everything you wanted.

He was rough just like you wanted him to be, your body bouncing along with every thrust, head tilting back with pornographic moans falling from your mouth. The way you were being fucked was as though Eggsy was never given the chance to let loose, using your body as a way to escape.

His roughness wasn’t subjected to just his thrusts, leaning down and marking up every inch of your skin with hickies and bite marks from his mouth, his rough hands rubbing and gripping your body. You were basically sobbing when he was done, not even done as he panted above you, his cum dripping down your ass as he pumped his cock.

“Can I keep going, baby? Please, darling? I want to keep fucking you, want to fuck you so bad,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss against your ear. “Please?”

“I want you to keep going,” you didn’t care how sore you were, how full your stomach was of his cum. You felt sticky, gasping as he slid back inside of you, rolling his hips softly instead of what he was previously doing. “N-No, no, roughly. Rougher. Please.”

“You’re sure you can handle it?” His voice wasn’t taunting you, his lips pressing soft kisses to your skin. “I like having you covered in me. Smothered in me, full of me. Want all of you, and you need all of me. But I can’t give it to you if it’s gonna hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” you whispered back, shaking your head as you kissed his lips softly. “You could never hurt me. Keep going.”

He smiled, nodding. “Whatever you say, your majesty.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “It’s your highness. I’m not queen yet.”

“You’re almost there,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Your majesty.”

“There you go.”

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