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cup1dt3a · 1 year

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Who Hurt Them!?

Summary: self aware!twst one day sees the player covered in bruises from behind their prison/ screen. And so they finally let their sentience be known. So willing to see this odd occurrence?

You almost hopped out of your bed hearing that there was finally twst merch that was $20-10 dollars only! You blamed it on the game not that well known in your area at the time sadly. But still that was the cheapest you’ve seen anyone price the huge plushes you just had to get them! Never in your life had you even gotten ready so fast and looked so good to go out into public but oh well. Special occasions call for special measures. As you dashed to the door you had realized you almost left your phone on the counter. A super close call! Now off you go to finally get the twst merch you’d kill to have! You chuckled to yourself at the stupid thought of accidentally leaving your phone. As you walked to the store you had been reminiscing on some odd things happening with your Twisted Wonderland app. First, was some unofficial or rare voice lines you’ve been getting throughout the game. For instance one time Kalim had stated “ _____ you’re so beautiful I could stare at you all day!” You giggled to yourself thinking about the whole “ They forgot to tell him it was not an otome game” meme you’ve recently been seeing with Malleus. But as you continued on with the rare voice lines they had all seemed to be a lot more…romantic than what most usual players had gotten. From what you had seen on others playing it on YouTube. Second, was with trying to exit the main menu. Sometimes especially with Floyd when you tried to exit to play in the chat box it would display “ Shrimpy! Don’t leave!” Which you found odd again. But still paid no mind to. Thinking of it as an update because you couldn’t read Japanese at all so you were clueless if they were or weren’t supposed to do that. And you had waited till the English release to start playing. Third, was during the recent chapters. The screen had started to just not let you tap anywhere if it wasn’t on the characters. This was probably just the game was crashing because it has multiple times on your phone. You just can’t bear to delete it from how happy and comforting it always makes you feel. It seemed as if the game had a mind of its own. Almost like a fanfiction scenario where all the characters loved you. Wow imagine you having your own harem with hot anime guys you could only communicate with through a screen? You chuckled at the thought in your head as you entered the small store. Your eyes filled with pure glee as you looked at everything. Seeing how most of it was on your wish list of merch. You’ve been saving up for this for so long and we’re so happy you had. Because you could buy at least 40-50 items here with how cheap it all was.

As you happily roamed the isles of the store you had picked out all your favorite characters. Well all except for one of them you had suddenly reached for. But some guy right behind you had started to reach for it at the same time as you. Causing you both to give each other the worlds most akward high five? Hand shake? Not sure but you soon retracted your hand being to apologize to them.

“ Oh you’re fine just get out of my way I want that figure!” they harshly replied to you smacking your hand away from the small figurine.

You rolled your eyes at the rude stranger not wanting to escalate this into a fight and had walked off into another isle looking for something else. Just trying to enjoy the rest of your short time at the store. But as soon as you had found just the character you needed for your collection the same guy had tried to snatch it away from you. But you were faster than them. Already having ahold of the item. Even as the were gripping your wrist.

“ Um… sir could you please let go of my wrist you’re hurting me.” You forced a smile trying to yank your wrist out of his hand.

“ No I saw it first give me it!” He yelled.

“ What are you five? Get over yourself and find another one there are plenty more behind it. And they’re all the same.” You argued ripping your wrist from his hand.

He then proceeded to argue back acting as if he was in the right here. You didn’t want to fight you just wanted to got some food and rest merch as a treat for studying after your endless exams. He then had tried to snack the item out of your hand but had accidentally punched you in the eye. Leaving a bruise as you gasped “ What the hell is your problem!?”

This was quickly catching attention of other customers in the store. You didn’t want any of this attention just a simple treat for yourself but no the universe just said “fuck you be miserable.” You had quickly just tried to leave not wanting to deal with this bs anymore. Along with the rest of anymore of the worrying stares from people just trying to shop. Trying to suck it up as you paid for your little treat the cashier had noticed your distress.

“ Hey, don’t worry I already called security on him. I’m so sorry about your eye do you want some ice?” They whispered to you trying to ease your worries before you left the building. You sighed shaking your head paying them before wishing them a good day.

You hurriedly jerked and slammed the door open just wanting to crawl into your bed and cry. You just wanted to have a good day why can’t you ever have a good day? Whatever you got what you had came for just wishing that the experience was better. You rubbed your still sore eye hoping it didn’t escalate into a black eye from that ass-hole. What was his problem any acting like a 5 year old. You sniffed as you opened your twisted wonderland app. Just wanting some comfort to end the day on a good note as you cuddled up to one of the ginormous plushes you had gotten. Along with your snack and drink right by your side. You stared at the screen seeing the cute little animations and seeing it was Cater on your screen. He was a character you had really liked but never gotten on your screen a lot so this had made you feel a bit better. “ I swear I sometimes just wish I could actually go to your world.” You sighed rubbing your eye again. ” I bet you don’t have random ass-hoke who act like five year olds try and yank figurines out of your hand huh?” You ranted to them. Knowing that you’ll never get a response no matter how much you wished you did. As you ranted about your horrible day you had failed to notice how he reacted to what you said. With each statement of yours he had silently cursed the man who decided to hurt you. How could anyone even want to hurt you. You were too kind, sweet, and generous for anyone to even be able to do that. It should have been a crime in general. But soon you had to leave the game. Well more like you just cried yourself to sleep trying to forget about your eye. And you felt like a crybaby for being so sensitive over what seemed like nothing. But not to them.

“ And you didn’t even try to comfort them!? Cater I expected better from you!” Riddle snapped at him.

“ Don’t you think I tried not every one here has as good of control over breaking their code!” He testified.

“ Geez it sounded like they were in some Black Friday sale! Plus their eye already looks a bit swollen. “ Ace committed.

Unknowingly to you your beloved characters had gained some sort of sentience throughout your time playing. One by one they had all come to a sense of some kind of humanity from your constant ranting to them. But you always would brush it off. And it’s starting to not be as easy to brush off.

“ You know if someone could just hurry up already the herbivore wouldn’t be having this problem.” Leona tsked glaring at a certain firey blue haired man.

“ Do…Dont you dare start this with me again! If …IF you think it’s sooooo easy then be my guest and help at least!” He flipped the lion off.

“ Hey hey! Let’s not fight Idia is trying his best! Plus I think we should focus on our sunshine at the moment!” Kalim said before the two tried to kill each other again.

“ For once I agree with him.” Jamil said as the others agreed.

For they had all been planning to make your wish come true one way or another you would become part of their world. Just in the meantime try to focus a bit more on some of their out of character voice lines from now on ok? You’ll be with them sooner than you know it.

@41sh4 I have delivered your sentient twst idea! Hope it was up to your standards.

And to everyone else I hope you all enjoyed and are having a wonderful day/ or that it gets better!

Sincerely-Cup1dT3a 💖💕

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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All we’d ever need (Part 10)

Tommy Shelby x reader

Series master list

Fluff, fluff reloaded. ♥️

Two problems solved 😉 enjoy everyone! We never talked about how this would be fixed, but I hope you like it @lyarr24 🌻

Tommy thanked the nurse as she finished checking Y/N. They have been monitoring her vital signs and the baby every hour. There shouldn’t be any bleeding during those first hours, not many things could be done, being pregnant made it difficult to use most of the antibiotics, she could just have some fluids. A miscarriage was a latent threat, she had been under so much stress and the doctors weren’t very hopeful.

Y/N had a dark mark on her cheek, probably from a slap and an ugly cut behind her shoulder, it was deep, she got a couple of stitches for it, some bruises decorated her arms, it seemed as if she had been fighting.

She looked so pale and fragile.

Taking her small hand in his, Tommy couldn’t help but blame himself for putting Y/N through all of this. She was hit as a collateral damage for his ambitions, the last thing he wanted and of course in everybody’s eyes, he cheated on her.

“I will open the betting shop, and we’ll take turns to be there.” Polly handled him a glass of water. He needed something stronger. The worry and love in her eyes were evident.

Tommy could only nod, but before his aunt left the room, he asked her: “Could you please light a candle for Y/N and our baby?” His voice barely audible.

“Done.”

“Do you think she will believe me?” He never showed this vulnerable side to anyone. “This is all my fault.”

When all his family began to complain about his behavior while the doctors checked Y/N he had no choice but explain how everything happened, he never imagined his plan of staying the night in the hotel would cause so much trouble, apparently he was a smart man in business but a completely knob and expert on how to piss a woman.

Polly walked towards him, he had done so many wrong choices, but so did her goddaughter. She never should have gone to that clinic, part of her understood her reasons though. The physical contact between she and her nephew was very reduced, not because they didn’t love each other, they just didn’t show a lot of public display of affection. Polly placed her hand on his shoulder.

“You both have a lot of things to work out, but let her get better first. Don’t make her upset for now.” She would need to let Y/N parents know. “Make sure to call once she wakes up.”

Once Polly left, Tommy rubbed his eyes, struggling with the lump in his throat. He wanted to scream, cry and hit something.

He would trade her place without hesitation.

Leaning forward, he kissed gently Y/N’s hand and rested his forehead next to her fingers, on the mattress.

“I should’ve protected you from Donal Henry and Rita.” He whispered. Regret making him feel miserable. He had been thinking of canceling the plan to take over Darby Sabini, if he couldn’t have her, he didn’t want anything at all. “I should’ve told you about May but I was scared you wouldn’t approve the fake flirting to get her help, I know it’s a low thing to do to make her believe I was interested, but I swear I never thought of crossing the line, yes I went to her house, but all I could think about was you… I was just having dinner with her, then I went to sleep to the Midland Hotel because I was tired of the drive, I would neve-” His confession was interrupted by a gasp.

“You woke up!” A rush of adrenaline ran through him, cupping her face between his hands, his lips trembled as he was able to see her beautiful eyes open, unable to contain his emotions he moved to the door to get a nurse, but her weak voice stopped him.

“What you just said…”

Tommy walked back to the bed. “How are you feeling, what happened?” A million thoughts ran through his mind.

A frown decorated her features. “You didn’t sleep with… her?”

“No! God, of course not… I wouldn’t be able to look at you.” He was so overwhelmed that he didn’t know how to react or what to do. “I’m sorry for everything, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I never meant to hurt you.” He was speaking with his heart in his hand. Hovering over Y/N, he kissed gently her forehead, whispering everything would be alright.

“But you said you would do anything to get what you wanted?”

Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose. “I did… but I meant us…” Tommy leaned against the bed, his head hanging down. “I was talking about having a family, in that very moment I was thinking of taking you somewhere until you could believe me. I was so frustrated it even crossed my mind to drag you out of the house to get married, I asked Jeremiah to do the ceremony but he told me he needed you to do it because you wanted to, not because I said so.”

“I thought you meant your business.”

His choice of words dug his own grave.

“And why would I want a business or money or being the number one if I don’t have you? Ey?” His hands cupped her face gently yet firmly while his thumbs whipped away the tears. “You and this baby are the reasons I wake up every morning.”

Her hands moved instinctively to her stomach in a protective motion, panic in her eyes.

“I couldn’t do it, Tommy… I wanted to keep my baby.” Her voice broke then. She changed her mind last minute, determined to find a way to make it work even without Tommy in case he had cheated. But the doctor and nurse wouldn’t let her get up. They started calling for Rita who was outside and then the chaos began.

“The baby it’s okay, don’t worry about that.” Tommy’s hand caressed her face, she needed to calm down, they were still trying to get her levels back to normal. “Baby is just fine, shh. You’re safe here, just the three of us… I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Rita was there, she had a knife, she was going to stab me.” As she tried to move, a sharp pain on her shoulder made her stop. She had called her stupid several times, how could she fallen for her lies?

Tommy tried to hold her. “Be careful, you got hurt, take deep breaths. There’s a lot of information to process, but try to stay calm love, for the baby.”

As Rita tried to stab her directly in the stomach, Y/N was able to crouch down to protect her baby and she got hurt on the shoulder blade. In pain she hit Rita with a metal plate she found on the floor and then her hand touched the wound, shocked by the blood she caressed her stomach over the hospital gown getting it stained with blood in the process until she moved away and that’s when Tommy came in, shooting Rita in front of her. His face was the last thing she saw until she woke up in the hospital bed. The memories slowly appearing in her mind.

Moving a little from her, he finally called for the nurse, who hurried to check on her.

The medical staff provided strict instructions since Y/N and the baby were still in the middle of critical times, a miscarriage could happen at any time and the patient’s stability was a determinant factor.

Tommy made sure that Y/N ate completely her food and have her checked twice in the last hour. He hadn’t left her side, not even for one minute since they arrived at the hospital that morning.

“You’re not angry with me?” Y/N asked looking at her hands just as the nurse left.

Tommy let out a deep sigh as he was rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “I am… but right now all I care about it you and me child.” He admitted taking one of her hands in his. “Probably just as you were angry at me when you thought I slept with her.”

They both knew the things each did wrong, there was no question about it. But it wasn’t the moment or place to talk about that.

“Why don’t you have some rest, ey? You’ve been through a lot lately, I’ll stay here.”

But Y/N needed to feel safe, so she patted the small space next to her in bed for Tommy to climb in. And he did, trying to get comfortable on his side, one of his arms was under her neck and his other hand resting on her stomach, trying to protect his baby.

Feeling his heartbeat against her ear, Y/N was swept away by the love of this fearless man, who decided that this time love should be the priority. The wellbeing of their baby was on top of everything else.

“I’m sorry.” They both whispered.

They both were, they both made terrible choices that could have ended breaking their relationship forever.

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Esme had been so worried about Y/N and the baby, the news that she was recovering spread fast in Watery Lane, but she needed to make sure, so the first chance she got, she volunteered to visit her in the hospital that afternoon, before Polly could ask her to watch the shop. Walking down the hospital hall, she reached the reception, immediately the nurses and administrative personnel looked her up and down like so many people had before. But now, Esme walked with her head up, she was proud to be a gypsy and she was a Shelby now.

“Y/N Y/LN room please?”

Giving her one more look, the woman asked. “And you are?”

“Esme Shelby.” She made sure to say her last name slowly. The face of the woman squirmed and immediately changed her attitude guiding her.

Opening the door, she found an image she never thought she would see; Thomas Shelby smiling, he was lying in bed with Y/N, holding a book.

As soon as Tommy realized they had company, he got up from the bed and straightened his clothes. Esme walked around the bed, to the opposite side where Tommy was standing, she noticed the new color around them as their hands were linked, the darkness around them was slowly fading away. Their love was stronger than everything.

“Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to see if Y/N was alright.”

“Doctor said Y/N needs to stay in bed for the rest of the pregnancy and absolutely nothing that stress her.” Tommy was so protective now.

“Do you think you can get me the biscuits? Please?”

Tommy looked worried, he didn’t to leave her alone.

“I’ll stay here.” Esme proposed and reluctantly, Tommy left them. “He’s going to be all over you now.” She pointed to Y/N.

“He warned me already.”

A small smile started to form, she had been on a rollercoaster of emotions.

Esme started rubbing her arms. “I got you something, I know Polly gave you the black Madonna, but I want you to have the evil eye protection too.” Esme took a small sack. “It’s not as good as your father’s work and it’s made out of the gold my family has stolen, but… I want you to have this.”

Y/N respected so much the gypsy’s traditions and beliefs, she had learned so much about them and it wasn’t about the material of the necklace, it was about Esme’s gesture towards her and her baby.

“Thank you, Esme. I will wear it every day.”

As Tommy entered again in the room, Y/N noticed the newspaper in his hand.

“I’ll go back to the shop now.”

Both Tommy and Y/N thanked her and Y/N showed him her new necklace. Esme had a wild temper, but also a good heart.

———

Three days in the hospital were enough, Tommy quickly turned it into his new office and bedroom, she just wanted to go home whatever that was.

Ada’s house was conveniently close to the hospital, it also had a guest bedroom on the first floor. Tommy moved the covers to help Y/N and tucked her in. “I’m going to bring your bag, don’t move.” He chuckled.

“Tommy.”

He had been watching over her every move, now she didn’t want to even try to get comfortable in bed because he would be arranging the pillows in seconds.

Y/N patted the space in bed next to her. Tommy exhaled the smoke from his cigarette and placed it on the tray that was on the bedside table.

“Now that we’re past the danger.”

“You still need to take it slow, there’s nothing granted.”

There was something that had been on her mind, something that was keeping her from taking a deep breath, her eyes filled with tears and her voice broke down. “I need you to forgive me for what I was about to do to our child. I should’ve never doubted your love.”

“I have nothing to forgive you, I love you, Y/N believe me when I say that.” Taking out the handkerchief from his jacket, Tommy wiped her tears. “I never meant to hurt you either, I was just doing what seemed best to make it to Epsom. Now I know it was a terrible mistake.”

“What if May doesn’t help you to take Hope into the races because you didn’t sleep with her? Epsom is a few weeks away.”

“I don’t care about that anymore.” Holding her hands tightly between his, he looked into her eyes. “All I want is to know that you and me baby are safe.”

“How did you get away from that?” He couldn’t just walk out of her house.

Tommy arched his eyebrows. “After dinner, I excused myself to get some rest… I knew she was waiting for me, she sent a maid to my room with instructions to find her bedroom. I took Hope ridding for a couple of hours to clean my head and when I made it back to the stables I found a man and asked for some oil engine for the car, he helped me, went back to my room and left a note saying I couldn’t stay.” Tommy finished the remains of his cigarette and looked at Y/N. “I tried to explain how it wouldn’t be professional from me to mix pleasure and business until the races passed. After Epsom I was planning to break any contact with May. The less damage I can do the better.” It was a low blow, he knew that, but at least he wouldn’t cross the line. “Now, if she takes it badly, I will understand if she doesn’t want to train Hope anymore, like I said I don’t care. I know there’s a limit.”

“But you shouldn’t give up this Tommy, you fought so hard for this moment.”

“If taking over Epsom will mean I have to sleep with someone else, then… I’m not longer interested, there will be other races.”

“There has to be a way.”

“There is… but it’s cruel.” He admitted. “I don’t want you to worry about it.” His thumb and forefinger caressed Y/N’s chin, Tommy gave her an adoring look. “I don’t want to make the same mistake twice, I’m going to be completely honest with you about my plans, but I need you to trust me.”

“I do, Tommy… no more doubts, I know you love us.”

“You’re my life now.” Y/N pulled him for a soothing kiss, one that told the other one everything words couldn’t express, one that professed the adoration they had for each other. Letting the other know they could leave all the pain behind.

As their lips pulled apart, their bodies found their own way to link together, both falling in a spell like a magnet. The most gentle and honest hug they had shared, forgetting completely about anything else, it was one of those hugs that brings you back to life and you just can’t break away from the embrace.

Polly opened the bedroom door without knocking, Y/N’s Mum following her, she was delighted to see Tommy again after his visit in London, he had asked back then permission to date her daughter even though they were already together, but he wanted to make things right. Both women stared silently at the couple and shared a look of complicity followed by a smile.

Closing the door, Polly offered her best friend some tea in the kitchen.

“Who would have thought your idea would work out like this?”

“It was the perfect match.” Y/N’s Mum praised accepting the cup.

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theauditionsareinhereright101 · 1 year

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Outer banks season 3 opinions no one asked for! Feel free to read, or not read. Im a waffler, so be prepared. Also, if anyone disagrees with what I’m saying, that’s completely okay! Im just here to share what I thought. Plus no one I know watches it, so this is my only platform 💛💛💛

Overall, very much enjoyed the season!! Well worth the waking up at 1 in the afternoon the next day because I was watching it well into the early hours of the morning!

JIARA:

It comes to no surprise that I was most excited for Jiara, and while I am very much satisfied with how it turned out, I have a few things that I would change. (But I want to clarify that I am very happy with what we got. Considering Jiara is pretty much all fan service, it’s mad that we actually got them. So thank you writers)

I remember thinking to myself when I finished season two, that I wouldn’t be able to deal with the slow burn being any slower, but now I’ve watched this season, I kinda think it should’ve been dragged out a bit more. I used to think I wanted a kiss this season, but after watching I wouldn’t be mad if they didn’t. Which goes against entirely with what I once thought.

Now this is probably a me issue, but now I’ve read pretty much every Jiara fanfiction out there, my expectations were very very high, and some parts of the ship this season didn’t reach it. In hindsight, the idea of it not feeling right is because I’m addicted to fanfiction is hilarious, and a me issue I need to sort out. It’s small things, like when JJ goes to Kiara’s house to get her so they can go rescue big John, only for Mike to be like nah. That scene would’ve been so great if JJ had that moment of being like “I love your daughter sir” instead he leaves really quickly without saying much.

The kiss (while beautiful and emotional), I wish it wasn’t in front of all those girls, cause stuff like public displays like that make me uncomfortable, and I wish it wasn’t brushed off as easily as it was. I get that they are in a rush, but come on now. 3 seasons we’ve been waiting. And there’s barely anything after that that even shows that they are a couple. Yeah they sit next to each other and walk next to each other, but they’ve been doing that back in season 1. Maybe it’s like, they’re JJ and Kiara, they don’t need to do all this coupley shit to show they are a couple. But I’m a slut for fluff! Which we did get a lot of from them this season, which was an aspect I really enjoyed!!!

Overall, I really loved Jiara this season, and I am excited to see what they do with them next season. Don’t fuck then up. Please for the love of God!

RAFE (and a little Ward):

I am never not entertained when Rafe is on my screen. He is hands down in my top 3 favourite characters. (Behind JJ, but in front of Sarah)

He’s got that complexity that has me crawling back for more every single time. I like the subtly of shaving his head to show how insane he’s become. They had me fooled at the beginning of the season. I was sat there like damn, they gonna make Rafe a good guy? No. No they are not. And I am very happy with that conclusion.

I’ll shoehorn Ward into this section while I’m here. While he’s been a prick, and I mean ABSOLUTE prick, I love his journey and how it ends. I believed him when he said he regretted doing that to Sarah, and his sacrifice made me cry goddamit!

Back to Rafe! Yeah he’s great once again this season. In other news, water is wet.

JOHN B AND BIG JOHN:

Honestly? I got kinda bored watching them 🫣

It just felt like the same thing every time. They go somewhere, something happens, they run away. I love me some John B tho, and I love what they did with Big John’s character. His character wasn’t what I expected, but I think that’s why I enjoyed him so much.

I think this season was a great reintroduction to Big John, as well as a great goodbye.

Not much else to say about these two 🙃

SARAH:

Okay, so don’t hate me for this.

I kinda liked what they did with Sarah and Topper. I didn’t hate their interactions. While I think it was fucked what Sarah did to John B, me personally? I’ve never been incredibly attached to John B and Sarah. I like them together, their chemistry is great, but they aren’t my ride or die couple.

But I like how lost she it this season. I mean she’s at a serious low point this season, and it’s so interesting to watch! She’s a chaotic messy mess and I love every minute. To see someone so highly regarded become so reckless is so satisfying to watch in a weird way.

Overall, love Sarah, Will always be in my top 3.

Pope

I loved pope this season!!

He was so manic this season, and it was so interesting to see! I think I’ve said that like 50 times. But to see him so angry and shit, it was such a cool contrast to him in the two first seasons. Him and Cleo are adorable, and I wish nothing but the best for them. I haven’t got much else to say about pope, other than that I love him and want to marry him. K bye.

KIARA (on her own)

I am so thrilled to say, that after 2 season of eh and ugh, I finally am of the opinion that Kiara is a queen!!!

I don’t know what it is, cause she’s not incredibly different to who she was in the past seasons, but something about her this season just made me fall in love!

I think maybe this whole JJ thing has grounded her. Finally someone who she is interested in, is showing hesitancy, which is a really humbling thing, which has made her character so much more relatable to me.

I’ve also never realised how funny she is. The girl makes me giggle man, and I’m not afraid to admit it. So yeah, big love for Kiara, keep it up!

Aaaaaaaaaaaa, JJ.

You never fail to make me smile.

You went through a lot this season, and I wish you the best! And I hope Kiara is treating you right! If not, I definitely will.

The scene where they all come home, and JJ has no one to greet, kills me everytime!!! Someone give this man a damn hug!!!

Kiara’s dad??? I’m sorry sir, I’ll happily go to prison if it means you’ll be off my screen and 6 feet under. I say this with love.

But yeah, JJ is at his most angsty, and I love seeing characters getting to show and feel their emotions. And he does that a lot this season. The scene where his insecurities about being with Kiara were so important for his character, and makes him so much more endearing, even tho he’s been that since season 1!

Still my favourite character, will always be 🤭

Random thoughts!

Wasn’t a massive fan of the 18 months later time skip. I read somewhere on Instagram that it might be a vision or a dream? I’m open to that idea, but who knows.

I didn’t like who little time we spent on the island. Would’ve loved to have spent the whole first episode there.

Would’ve liked a scene between Kiara and Pope talking things over. Would’ve layed to rest whatever was between them.

Carlos Singh was very meh to me. The amount of times he said ya know? My teeth were gritting and my eyes were rolling.

Wheezie? Never heard of her. Considering she’s BARLEY USED!!!

I love Anna Carrera this season. Sending her kid away is not great, but other than that? Loves her. Didn’t think I would after the past 2 seasons. You surprised me outer banks.

I’m very happy with how much I warmed to Cleo. I thought I’d find it hard, but I think she’s a great addition to the group, and I welcome her with arms wide open.

#outer banks #john booker routledge #kiara carrera #jj maybank #sarah cameron #pope hayward #cleo obx #outer banks season 3 #jiara #jarah obx #rafe x reader #ward cameron #rafe cameron #outer banks season two #obx netflix #jj obx #obx

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𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓴 001. - 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓭𝓾𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓽

“nice of you to show up sober.” hannah said to felicity with a raise of her brow, causing felicity to offer a roll of her eyes. the woman practically raised her, she was much more than a manager to her. but still, felicity couldn’t stand being spoken to like a child. being someone who barely had parents, she wasn’t exactly one who responded well to authority. “hey, enough with the ‘tude fee, alright? you just got cast in a movie again for the first time in a long time, i had to beg vogue to do this interview with you...don’t fuck it up. just be yourself....your old self.” hannah said giving felicity a raise of her brow as the camera crew knocked at the door. “go ahead, i’ll be in the kitchen.” she said, giving felicity’s shoulder a squeeze. and with that, she took a deep breath, squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, before turning on her heel and heading towards the door. “hey vogue, i’m felicity dupont. wanna come in?”

On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?

"it’s kind of hard to put a number on it, you know? moods constantly change...life constantly changes. and i...took a break for a while, but i’m really excited to start making stuff again.” she said with a soft smile and a nod, although it was the furthest thing from the truth.

Describe yourself in a hashtag?

"#tryingmybest.”

If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?

she couldn’t help the slightest roll of her eyes at the question, wondering if it was a dig at the release of her sex tape. “it’s 2022, i think it’s about time we start equating the value of women’s work in film to the men they have to be intimate with on camera, don’t you?”

If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say?

“a musical? i don’t know maybe ‘one night only,’ i’m not exactly a fan of having my life put on public display.”

What’s one thing people don’t know about you?

"people probably don’t know that i can play 8 instruments - guitar, drums, piano, violin, saxophone, flute, harp and the cello. let’s just say i had a lot of down time in empty studios as a kid.”

What’s your wakeup ritual?

would she give her real wake up ritiual? absolutely not, especially since it usually consisted of taking care of whatever hangover she had. “i like to be active first thing in the morning. go for a run or a swim depending on the weather and really get the blood flowing. but other than that the routine itself differs every day.”

What’s your go to bed ritual?

another one she’d have to lie about. the last thing she needed to admit was how much sleeping alone terrified her and how she much rather fill her bed with a stranger. “i’m not really a fan of all that fancy skincare stuff or having a twenty step routine, as long as my sheets are clean and my room is cold, i’m out like a light within seconds.”

What’s your favorite time of day?

"i like between two to three in the morning in california. if you go down to the beach when all the city lights are out, you can see the stars.”

Dream country to visit?

"norway to see the northern lights.”

What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had?

"probablyt when i won my first oscar for girl, interrupted. it was such a risky role that was out of my comfort zone and i was just beyond honored to be recognized for it.”

Comfy shoes or dress shoes?

"comfy, always.”

Vintage or new?

"vintage, always. more than half of my closet is from the thrift store.”

Who do you want to write your obituary?

"well, that’s a dark thought. i would hope it would be someone i care about...so maybe my manager hannah or mallory.”

Style icon?

"jane birkin. no one can do casual cool as good as she did.”

What are three things you can’t live without?

“my guitar, my journal and mallory and hadley...we’re gonna count that as one because they’re a package deal.”

What’s one ingredient you put in everything?

"i’m not much of a cook, but when i do i’m notorious for oversalting.”

What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for?

she would have loved to say her mom, maybe in another life if they had had a relationship before she died, that would’ve been her answer. but she was truly the last person she ever wanted to see. “amy winehouse, sylvia plath and marilyn monroe. i feel like there’s a lot that can be learned from some of history’s most misunderstood and overly-judged women.”

What’s your biggest fear in life?

she had a million fears, she was practically riddled in them. of dying miserable and alone like her mother, of never being loved, of not being capable of feeling love herself, of never being good enough. but those were all things she would kept to herself. she was trying to show that she was fine, right? “what was that cheesy quote from a cinderella story? never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.”

Window or aisle seat?

"always window.”

What’s your current TV obsession?

"i’ve been into really goofy comfort shows lately - arrested development, it’s always sunny in philadelphia, that 70′s show, all the classics.”

Favorite app?

"nowadays, i really try to limit my screentime as much as possible.”

Secret talent?

"well i mentioned i play eight instruments before, so i guess that would be it.”

Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?

"i wouldn’t say anything i’ve done could be categorized as adventurous...yet, that is. i’d love to take a year or two off and just fall off the grid and just travel the world and see everything that i haven’t.”

How would you define yourself in three words?

she really only had negative things to say about herself lately, but she’d keep it neutral for vogue. “hard working, resilient and...empathetic.” she said with a soft nod.

Favorite piece of clothing you own?

"i have this vintage 1972 leather jacket i found at a yard sale about a decade ago and i’ve literally worn the absolute crap out of it, but i’ll never, ever get rid of it.”

Must have clothing item everyone should have?

"a really, really good pair of jeans. there’s nothing better than a good vintage pair of levis.”

Superpower you would want?

"invisibility.”

What’s inspiring you in life right now?

"i’m still looking for it, but i’ll be sure to let you know when it comes.”

Best piece of advice you’ve received?

"probably that everyone looks out for themselves and that you have to have your own back, especially in this business.”

Best advice you’d give your teenage self?

she thought back to her teenage self for a moment - the girl who began hustling to become an actress at just fourteen years old, who had emancipated from her father and was trying to build a life all by herself with no parents, no guidance from anyone except the people she paid. she had always been alone. and her teenage self would be so disappointed in what she allowed her life to turn into after how hard she had worked. “i...uh...i don’t know. i think i would just give her a hug.” she choked out quietly, clearing her throat. “next question, please.”

A book that everyone should read?

“let that shit go by bruna nessif.”

What would you like to be remembered for?

"i would hope to be remembered for making an impact or a difference in a good way, even if it’s just on one person’s life.”

How do you define beauty?

“looks come and go, i think real beauty is in people’s souls.”

What do you love most about your body?

"i love that it’s been through a lot and it’s still able to carry me every single day.”

Best way to take a rest/decompress?

“a nice bubble bath and playing guitar.”

Favorite place to view art?

"i love going down to venice and seeing all the street art. sure, it’s one thing to see it in a museum. but to see real people, creating something out of nothing is much more inspiring to me.”

If your life were a song, what would the title be?

she wouldn’t admit that she had already written a song that she deemed to be the anthem of her life when she was going through the worst of her scandal. music and her love for singing was certainly not something she wanted to share in fear of comparison to her mother. “i don’t know, maybe something like “shit happens.” because well...shit happens, right?”

If you could master one instrument, what would it be?

“i know a lot of them so i’m not sure...maybe an accordion? bag pipes?”

If you had a tattoo, where would it be?

“i’m not sure, i’m really indecisive, i couldn’t imagine having something on my body forever.”

What is your favorite animal?

"ladybugs.”

What’s your spirit animal?

"a butterfly. they’re always changing and growing.”

Best gift you’ve ever received?

"hannah got me this locket for my fifteenth birthday.” she said with a soft smile, pulling at the small gold heart around her neck as she looked towards the kitchen at hannah before back at the cameras. “it was the first nice piece of jewelry that anyone’s every gotten for me, so definitely that.”

Best gift you’ve ever give?

"probably hadley’s first birthday. i filled mallory’s living room to the brim with presents. but definitely the best one had to be the little guitar i got her. i can’t wait to teach her how to use it one day. “

What’s your favorite board game?

"i never really played boardgames...so what’s the basic answer everyone gives? monopoly?”

What’s your favorite color?

"red.”

Least favorite color?

"is it weird to say i don’t have a least favorite?”

Where do you feel most at peace?

“ at the beach at night.”

What’s your favorite thing to do in your time off?

"travel to a place i’ve never been to before.”

What’s your hair-care routine?

"wash it? i don’t know, i don’t do anything special. i’m a very low maintenance gal. i don’t have the patience for all that stuff.”

Pilates or yoga?

"neither, i’m more into running.”

Coffee or tea?

"depends on my mood, but usually coffee.”

What’s the weirdest word in the English language?

"probably bologna. because it has no business rhyming with ‘pony’ and being spelt like that.”

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

"is both an option?”

Stairs or elevator?

"escalator. best of both worlds.”

Summer or winter?

"fall and spring. i’m more of a happy-medium person.”

You are stuck on an island, you can have only three things with you. What are those things?

“a nice island get away? just give me a comfy place to sleep and some good food and that’s all i need. maybe my guitar to keep me occupied, too.”

What are your phobias?

"the dark...i always need some kind of light on when i go to sleep.”

A skill you’re working on mastering?

"patience.”

Best thing to happen to you this year?

"still waiting for it. but we’ve still got a few weeks left, don’t we?”

Worst thing to happen to you this year?

"i think tmz can answer that one.”

Best compliment you’ve ever received?

“i once had a casting director say i reminded him of lauren bacall. and she was one of my favorites when i was teaching myself about film, so that was really special to me.”

Favorite smell?

"sandalwood and pine.”

Hugs or kisses?

"hugs.”

If you made a documentary, what would it be about?

"the mistreatment of women in the entertainment industry and the misogyny they have to face on a daily.”

Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?

"i read a script recently that i really loved. i didn’t get the role...but the film seems like it’s going to be beautiful.”

Going out or staying in?

"going out.”

Sweet or savory?

“sweet”

Celebrity crush?

"what are we twelve?”

How you know you’re in love?

"i’ve never been really in love before, but i like to think that you know when you are when you just...i don’t know, feel safe, i guess.”

Song you can listen to on repeat?

"stairway to heaven, led zeppelin.”

If you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be?

"probably someone completely and totally normal. i’d love to know what it’s like to just be a regular person who can go grocery shopping or can hang out in a cafe.”

What are you most excited about at this time in your life?

"new beginnings.”

Your go to for having a good laugh?

"athena sinclair, always.”

Your affirmation for today?

"take it one day at a time. that’s all any of us can do. tomorrow isn’t guaranteed anyway, right?”

#hillzhqstask #felicityheadcanons

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 41 - Wedding days and wedding nights.

Episode 2. Raven: *He slowly let go of Adrian as they a second later stood in his living room* Adrian: *He quickly walked to his coffee table, placing the gift box on it, then walked to his fireplace, starting to throw some extra wood into the smoldering coals* Raven: *He sighed softly, not knowing if he should stay or leave* So uh... I'm gonna head off again then? Adrian: *He stood up fast and spun around, quickly walking to Raven* Why would you? Do you have somewhere else to be? Raven: *He shook his head lightly* No... but I don't want to intrude. Adrian: *He sighed soft and scratched the back of his neck* I'm not.... good with these things... but, I'll try... you *he paused, trying to get his fuzzy head straight* you're not intruding, at all. I.... *he sighed a bit deeper* I missed you Raven: You missed me? *He looked at Adrian surprised* I thought you were busy with Dalton? Adrian: No. Raven: *He lifted an eyebrow* so... you missed me, because you were alone?

Adrian: ... I missed you cause you stopped coming around.

Raven: *A soft smile tucking at his lips*

Adrian: ..... I suppose... I got used to you annoying me

Raven: *He chuckled lightly* well if it's just that I could-

Adrian: It's not.... *he sighed softly and stepped a little closer* I got used to other stuff too

Raven: Yeah? *he smirked lightly* such as?

Adrian: Your scent....

Raven: *He bit his bottom lip, not to smirk wider* Mh-hm?

Adrian: And your lips *he leaned closer, whispering softly* your presence...

Raven: *His lips shivered as he sighed*

Adrian: *Lingering in the space between their lips*

Raven: Please, don’t play with me..... I love you far too much

Adrian: *He nodded soft and reached a hand up, cupping Raven's cheek* I would never play with anyone's feelings, specially not someone I know has been through hell and back.

Raven: *He reached for Adrian's chest, digging his fingers into his shirt* I love you, Adrian.

Adrian: I.... *he sighed soft* I love you too, Raven.

Raven: *He shivered lightly* How do you know?

Adrian: *He cleared his throat lightly and pulled his head a tiny bit away, so he could gaze into Raven's eyes* I guess sitting and thinking by myself, through a whole wedding... puts a lot of things in perspective. Beside... seeing you kiss Eli.... made me jealous *he grunted soft and blushed* a lot.

Raven: *He bit his bottom lip* I'm glad you saw that

Adrian: ..... it was on purpose?

Raven: Mh *he nodded slow and smirked* I was trying to get your attention all night... you didn't even want to kiss me under the mistletoe *he chuckled lightly* No no, I know... public and all... but it's a tradition, so I thought I'd give it a chance anyway, since people wouldn't assume anything...

Adrian: I'm sorry I'm like that.... not much for public display... it's not about you... please don't think that... it's a general thing... but yeah even more so I just don't want people sticking their noses in my stuff... *he sighed softly* can we keep it like that for now, please?

Raven: *He nodded soft* Of course. Whatever you want and need in order to feel comfortable.

Adrian: What I want and need is an ability to go back in time....

Raven: *He tilted his head lightly* How come?

Adrian: *He sighed soft* I had a dream about you last night *a light frown gathering on his forehead* You left for hell again, to kill yourself. Pete was gone again. And you felt absolutely miserable, but no one was there for you.... and it made me think how pretty much no one was there for you in reality too.

Raven: You were *he forced a soft smile*

Adrian: No... I'm the last person who was there for you.

Raven: .... but you were... the night where you told me to sleep in your bed.

Adrian: ........

Raven: I had feelings for you already then... I think it started short time before everything with Pete happened... so it was still pretty new... it wasn't strong, but it was there. I couldn't sleep, but I still laid there for several hours, with closed eyes, just listening to the two of you sleeping. It was soothing, at least for a moment in time, I managed to relax.

Adrian: *He shook his head lightly* Why didn't you tell me?

Raven: Would it have made a positive difference?

Adrian: *He sighed deep* I would like to think I at least would have tried to be a lot nicer....

Raven: Well... now you have the chance to be nicer next time....

Adrian: *He nodded lightly*

Raven: Beside.... you were very nice when *he frowned softly* when I.... *he frowned again suddenly feeling extremely uncomfortable* I'm sorry... I don't *he shook his head lightly*

Adrian: Hey, what's going on?

Raven: *He chuckled nervously as suddenly a lot of things seemed to crash down on him all at once* I guess *he started hyperventilating* I guess I'm having a

Adrian: *He nodded soft and grabbed Raven's hand* Let's go sit down...

Raven: No *he shook his head fiercely* water!

Adrian: Okay *he nodded lightly and quickly lead Raven to the sink*

Raven: *He quickly opened the water and leaned down, drinking straight from the tap*

Adrian: *He gently stroke Raven's back* Did I say something wrong?

Raven: No *he gasped lightly and straightened up, closing the water again* just some stuff I still haven't fully dealt with, I suppose. About Pete's death and... what happened with my uncle.

Adrian: *He nodded lightly* Do you... want to talk about it?

Raven: No *he turned around, looking out the window. It was dark still although it wasn't too far from break of dawn. Snow flakes slowly falling*

Adrian: I think it would do you good...

Raven: I'm not doubting that at all.. but it's my brother's wedding night... if something happens... no *he shook his head lightly* I can't do that to him... just... *he sighed softly* assure me you wont change your mind about me at the break of dawn

Adrian: I wont *he spoke in a deep and soothing voice, placing his hands on Raven's hips, as he leaned in, kissing the side of Raven's neck gently* I love you, Raven..... I mean it.

Raven: *He sighed from pleasure as he this time allowed himself to fully believe the words* Kiss me

Adrian: *He leaned more forwards, planting a soft kiss on Raven's lips as he turned his head* Mmh... I love the taste of you

Raven: *He chuckled somewhat surprised and shy* Adrian... you're going to make me blush

Adrian: *He chuckled warmly* Is that a crime?

Raven: Maybe...

Adrian: You're very tense still... how do you feel?

Raven: *he nodded soft* tense... I'm sorry I ruined the mood... it wasn't exactly the way I wanted things to go, if this moment would ever occur *he sighed deeper this time*

Adrian: I think we can still turn that around? *he spoke in a soft voice and kissed Raven's shoulder lightly*

Raven: Mmhhh

Adrian: *He slowly ran his hands to Raven's chest, and started gently unbuttoning Raven's shirt... one button after another* Let me take care of you...

Raven: *He sighed soft from pleasure and nodded gently, sighing a bit of steamy air out, noticing how he suddenly felt nervous?*

Adrian: Try to relax *he spoke warmly and slowly pulled Raven's shirt off, laying it on the kitchen counter next to Raven. Then he continued to unbutton Raven's pants, and get all the rest of his clothes off, letting it all drop to the floor. As Raven stood completely naked in front of him, he gently planted a few loving kisses on his back, slowly getting on his knees, and leaned in, planting a long lick over Raven's hole*

Raven: *He gasped lightly from pleasure and surprise, grabbing onto the counter, gently spreading his legs* Adrianhhh *he sighed his name out in a steamy breath* nnnghh! ❌Short sex scene START - readers must be 18+❌ ❌ (To skip sex scene, scroll till next marking) ❌

Adrian: Mmhh *he started ultra gently nibbling, licking and sucking both Raven's hole, the surrounding skin, the back of his balls and partially his butt cheeks. Soft moans escaping him here and there, as he kept at it for several minutes*

Raven: *His moans remained soft, delicate and borderline innocent, his eyes closing, sighing from pleasure, and then he came, hands free, cum dripping down on Adrian's kitchen floor, a soft relieved sigh*

Adrian: *He moaned soft and stood up tall, gently pressing his dick against Raven's wet hole, groaning soft from pleasure as he watched his dick slide inside Raven*

Raven: Nnghhhyeahhhh *he sighed welcoming and leaned his back against Adrians chest, allowing his back head a rest against Adrian's shoulder*

Adrian: Mmhhh *he placed tiny butterfly kisses on Raven's jawline, slowly starting to move inside him* You're amazing

Raven: *He sighed from pleasure and tightened his hole gently around Adrian, giving his dick a welcoming squeeze* You're the amazing one!

Adrian: *A soft moan escaped him, his hands running down Raven's chest, locking around his dick, stroking it gently* I wanted you all night... and I DID want to kiss you under the mistletoe... I was quite disappointed I couldn't...

Raven: *he moaned soft and lightly arched his back* kiss me now then

Adrian: *He quickly found his way to Raven's mouth, showering his lips with tender, yet passionate kisses*

Raven: Mmmhhhh *he felt himself turn to jelly in Adrian's arms, most of the tension his body was feeling had already faded away*

Adrian: Merry Christmas, Raven *he kissed his cheek gently*

Raven: Merry Christmas, Adrian *he sighed soft into the room and opened his eyes, looking out of the window, snow still lightly falling*

Adrian: *He slowly let go of Raven's dick, gently caressing his inner thighs kissing his shoulder gently, taking his time to make love to Raven, keeping it sweet, but not boring.... making sure to fully put himself in the moment, allowing himself to dive into Raven and the connection he felt growing between them*

Raven: *Soft, moans and chirps of pleasure kept flowing from him, at a point his hands found their way to Adrian's, braiding their fingers together, a deeper moan escaping him, as he seconds later came again, his dick buzzing and twitching as he watched cum drip down on Adrian's floor* Unghhh! *he sighed some steamy air out* yeahhhh... take me.....

#Adrian Blackwood #Raven McKinney #Brandubh McKinney #unicorntales

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More rambling, feel free to ignore

Less nsfw more introspection in regards to me and fgo

Quietly thinks about how even though I’m a vtuber, there has never been a more honest persona of myself than the one I wore when I was in the f/go universe

Like ik the whole point of having a persona for my line of… work?? Hobby??? The whole point is to hide your real self and put on a show that everybody would enjoy and hey don’t get me wrong, that’s a tough endeavor in and of itself, I haven’t figured it out either

But

I dunno, there’s something about the pure honesty that was in my FGO mastersona that stuns me every time I look through my old sketchbooks with them in it

Maybe it’s because it was the most consistent thing I partook in? In the sense that it was the most major media I consumed for a good chunk of my birbo years of 13 to 18 or so

Like, if you wanted a proper journal from me you would just have to look at these sketchbooks and you’d be able to tell my mental state and hell even my whole gender journey; I had Paracelsus giving this kid a magic potion that could swap their gender for a time until they wanted to swap back (This is how I explained the ability to switch genders within canon in my terrible fanfics at the time too)

Or the way when I was dealing with the trauma aftershocks of being bullied that for a while I’d only draw Merlin and Edmond

Of course because I was of That Generation, there’s a lot of like,,, s/h art, yknow the type. Lots of blood, crying, self-mutilation and all that stuff, but I guess because I never actually did that stuff irl I took it out on paper? And it’s also the way that it was always Edmond who comforted this poor mastersona from irl me’s torment

And that’s only a small example of it, there’s so many more other things that I feel would be way too honest to put online lmao but like, forget me keeping a diary cause looking at these works is all I need

It’s terrifying how honest younger me could be; the sonas I make nowadays all either serve to fit a greater narrative or is just some idealized version of me without the flaws I don’t want anyone to see, meanwhile this kid is putting all their insecurities and feelings and emotions and thought processes on full display

Granted, that could just be because they didn’t think they’d ever go public with any of this stuff, which understandable lmao— but still. I wonder what this kid would say to me now.

Aside from “ew you’re so sappy” of course because said kid was a brat LMAOOOOOO

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nurtureliterary · 2 years

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Sales Pitch

Nicholas Grider

Move to the left. Step to the right. Shake it right to left like everything's alright.

I don't know what his problem is. I think it’s that he doesn't love me anymore. I wish he would've given it more thought before he talked me into marrying him. All the stuff about tradition and eternity and bouquets and "I can only see my life with you."

I was never convinced he loved me, but I was adept at companionship. A warm body bereft of judgment. Sometimes our bad moods felt like a matching set. The universe shoved us together for lack of any better ideas. He's gone now though. Still sitting in the next room over but already comprehensively away. The adult kind of distant.

I like him better as a stranger than I did as a husband. When he was pretending to love me and claiming our future was his: adopting kids, commiserating with fellow married suburbanites, planning for the shareable segments of our careful future. Now he says he has to leave me because we're too much the same kind of man.

Step forward, spin, step back, reach out, hands on your hips, feet together, grin.

Haven't told him yet that I have cancer. Haven't told anyone outside the gleaming museum of medicine where I go for tests. Diagnostics so new the wilderness hasn't found a way to reclaim it. Sometimes I think maybe what if he's the one with cancer, or somehow the cause of it. If I could cut him out before he leaves, could I somehow survive? There are still days I want to survive. Then I notice myself in the mirror and laugh.

We thought we were a good match because we were both invested in wellness. Dedicated to self-improvement. Attentive to efficient methods of hunting down and capturing our best selves, domesticating and displaying them, preserving them so we'd never run out. Now I film myself dancing. And dying. Combining the two might help my body understand my husband and forget about me.

Besides dance, disappearance is the smartest thing to do in an empty room. Anything else feels like an act of violence. An earlier wellness craze featured a new concept people called choreomania. I read about it in a magazine and would have explained it to my husband if he were still capable of being within instruction's reach. People used to dance themselves to death. Not because they wanted to but because once they started they couldn't stop.

Move to the left, slide to the right, step back step back lean and slide.

If he weren't busy obliviously splitting our assets, I'd explain to him how it wasn't the dancing that killed our sad ancestors, or even the inability to stop, but the physical exhaustion. Their bodies were built to give up long before the dancing did.

This morning I told my husband everything was fine, that I'd already stopped thinking about him. He asked me why I video myself dancing everyday. I say it's for posterity, or for fun. I don't tell him my flicker of hope that it'll make me famous, in glory or in shame, because fame would make me better than him, and he'd see this, correctly, as revenge.

The point of the videos isn't the dancing. The dance is just a sales pitch for some unknown and postponed future service. A remembrance. The dance and the camera are both the cheap lace trim around whatever else might be left. If I can't be tragic or famous or married or all three, I can still, for now, be more victoriously empty than the homes and dances and videos that contain me.

Nicholas Grider's story collections include Misadventure (A Strange Object/Deep Vellum) and Forest of Borders (Malarkey Books) and their work has appeared in Conjunctions, Guernica, Midnight Breakfast, Okay Donkey, and other publications. More info can be found here and they can be found on Twitter at @griderly.

#prose #fiction

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the lovers- kaz brekker x reader

a/n: this was requested by anon!

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Kaz didn’t like to showcase his vulnerabilities.

It’s why he wore gloves- anything that could be interpreted as a possible weakness, he twisted into the image that he had created for himself, incorporated it into the legend that surrounded him.

You really weren’t that different.

Yes, he cared for you, more than he cared for most people, but there was nothing sacred to Kaz Brekker.

To the Barrel, you were just the Archer, just another spider that Dirtyhands had on his payroll, though your specialty was arrows rather than knives.

And you were fine with that- even within the Dregs, only a few knew of your relationship with Kaz.

If any of the others suspected, you would have genuinely been surprised.

Public displays of affection never occurred and even in private, the farthest you had gone was holding hands with him, not that you minded.

You would move at whatever speed was comfortable for him and not anything more.

Cue you and Kaz at some all too extravagant party, guarding the hallway that led to the Merchant’s office, the office which Jesper and Inej were currently in, stealing information from the Merchant’s ledgers.

You were wearing some all too tight dress while Kaz had been outfitted in a suit, his hair slicked back.

Although he looked nice, you still wanted nothing more than to run your hands through his hair and undo all the hard work that Nina had done.

You peeked around the corner before drawing back quickly, pulling Kaz into one of the enclaves of a doorway.

“Guards,” You told him and he glanced at his watch as you heard footsteps at the beginning of the hallway.

“They need more time,” He said, more to himself than anyone else.

“Kaz,” You said under your breath, growing increasingly aware of one of the guards approaching the small enclave.

“I know,” He said, almost annoyed, before taking a deep breath.

“What are you-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Kaz cut you off by pushing you against the wall and kissing you.

You stood there in shock, completely unresponsive before you realized what he was doing and played into it.

You barely even realized when the guard found the two of you, the sound of your heart hammering in your chest and the blood rushing in your ears distracting you from anything else.

The guard grunted and Kaz pulled away from you, looking at the ground.

“You shouldn’t be back here,” The guard said sheepishly and you tried your best to look flustered, though you didn’t have to do much acting.

“I’m- I’m so sorry, sir. Me and my boyfriend, we just wanted to find a… private spot, I’m sure you understand.”

He looked between the two of you, a blush appearing on the guard's face.

“R-right, I understand miss, but you can’t be back here. I’ll escort the two of you back to the party.”

“Thank you so much, sir. I promise that it won’t happen again,” You said sincerely and the guard nodded, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Have a good night now,” He said after leading the two of you back to the main party.

You and Kaz made your way outside of the party, trying to find some privacy.

“You-”

“I did what I had to do to keep us safe,” He said, though you could tell from his voice that that wasn’t the whole story.

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep your bare arms warm in the cool Ketterdam night.

“You’re going to catch a cold,” Kaz said sullenly, sliding out of his jacket and offering it to you.

You grabbed it from him hesitantly and put it on, reveling in the warmth that it provided.

“That was some quick thinking on your part.”

Kaz didn’t say anything for a couple of moments, flexing his gloved fingers over the top of his cane.

“Yes, well, it wasn’t a difficult choice to make. We did what we had to do in order to keep Inej and Jesper safe.”

You remembered the way his lips crashed into you, the way he had pushed you against the wall.

Your face warmed.

“What wasn’t a difficult choice?” Inej asked, appearing out of nowhere and causing you to jump. Her eyes narrowed as you jumped- usually, you were able to spot Inej before anyone else, but you weren’t exactly paying attention to your surroundings at the moment. Before she could question you, Kaz spoke.

“Do you have a copy of the ledger or not?”

“Of course. We’re not amateurs, you know,” Jesper said, holding out the journal to Kaz, who didn’t say anything else.

He looked at you, almost as if he expected to be looking at thin air before his gaze softened almost imperceptibly.

“You two go on without us. We’ll meet you back at the Slat.”

As if she had never been there at all, Inej simply vanished back into the darkness. Jesper groaned slightly but didn’t object, walking back towards the direction of the Slat.

You and Kaz walked slowly throughout the streets of Ketterdam, as if you were an old married couple strolling through a garden as opposed to whatever the two of you were strolling through an unforgiving city.

“Thought you would’ve disappeared the first chance you got after Inej and Jesper showed up,” He said nonchalantly, his voice even.

“I’m not doing much of anything in this dress, much less jumping from roof to roof,” You said pointedly, though your tone was easygoing.

“What happened earlier-”

“We don’t have to talk about it. If you want, what happened there can stay there,” You said, cutting him off.

“It wasn’t pleasant,” Kaz said shortly. “But it wasn’t horrible either.”

You stopped where you were walking, looking at him.

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Oh, hush,” He said, the slightest hint of a smile on his face.

“Careful, Brekker, you’re getting awfully close to looking like a human being.”

“What can I say? You’re a bad influence.”

You laughed and a small smile tugged at Kaz’s lips.

Maybe he should just drop the whole revenge thing, just try and make you laugh for the rest of your life’s. He thinks that maybe he can be happy with that.

You lead him to a restaurant, where someone was strumming a guitar, playing an unfamiliar, folksy tune.

In the streetlight, your face lit up and you outstretched a hand towards him.

“You owe me a dance from earlier.”

He pulled a face.

“I owe you no such thing.”

“If Jesper was here, he would dance with me,” You said to him and he frowned.

“Yes, well, good thing he isn’t here then. I won’t have to break his legs this way.”

You rolled your eyes.

“What do you have to lose, Kaz? Just this one dance. One dance and then we can go back to being all boring.”

“I was joking before, but you are an actual bad influence,” He grumbled, taking your hand.

The smile that appeared on your face almost made it all worth it.

What the two of you did was hardly dancing- it was more him standing and letting you guide him and letting him twirl you than anything rhythmic, but it made you happy and that was all that really mattered to Kaz.

Whatever he could do to make you smile like that, even if it meant embarrassment in front of drunk restaurant patrons, he supposed it was worth it.

After an appropriate amount of time passed, the two of you continued walking and you held onto his hand a little tighter than before.

“Happy now?” He asked and you smiled.

“It wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t horrible either,” You quoted and he shook his head, trying to get rid of the smile that was on his face.

“The kiss wasn’t bad. I wouldn’t be objected to trying again sometime.”

“Neither was the dancing,” You chided, though you were grinning. He rolled his eyes.

“You’re pushing your luck, Archer.”

You shrugged.

“Would you really have me any other way?” You asked, walking ahead of him.

You didn’t see him shake his head or the small smile that appeared on his face as he watched you.

“No,” He said quietly. “I wouldn’t.”

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minteyeddevil · 3 years

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hey bb! hope your doing well 😊

i was wondering if you had any headcanons for where the brothers and dateables (minus Luke, of course) like to mark their SO with love bites and hickies?

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Hello, loves!! I am doing very well, and thank you for enjoying my writing. ^^

So I am going to combined these and make a post describing their favorite spots to mark and the ultimate spot where the scent/implement their magic into MC. So I hope you guys don't mind that! Thanks for sending in these requests! ^^

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Lucifer:

Though he is quite the private demon, his marks on MC's neck are very obvious and open. He likes them to be around their neck, right on their pulse and on their clavicles. His full teeth marks are usually on their shoulders from how hard he bites down when he cums inside them. He understands if they wear turtle necks to school since they don't want to get in trouble for being inappropriate, but part of him wishes they would show off his marks so other demons can know who they belong to. But of course he also must be an upstanding student so he keeps those thoughts to himself.

His love mark and scent spot is at the nape of their neck. He gave it to them the first time they made love. He infuses the bite with his magic almost every time he takes them, his scent incredibly strong and makes all the other demons avoid MC like the plague. Seeing them dash away makes him smirk and cockily chuckle, the prideful brat. Save for his brothers who are used to his scent, though they sometimes get envious of how strong his smell is on MC.

Mammon:

His favorite spots to mark up are their upper chest and along their inner thighs. He will litter their skin with bite marks and hickies, kissing and licking the flesh over and over until they don't sting as much. The highest he will go is right at their clavicles, but just low enough their regular t-shirts will cover them. He likes the fact that they are hidden by their clothes for the most part, and only he gets to know that his makes are their.

His love mark, as cliche as it sounds, is right over their heart. To him it is his greatest treasure, and no one better dare to try and take it from him. He presses his cheek to their chest to listen to their heartbeat and spread his scent all over their skin. He infuses his magic into them almost every day, making sure it never loses his connection to them. He loves to watch demons take several steps back when they walk by and smell his scent on them, it fills his heart with pride.

Leviathan:

Shy boy is shy, so it takes a bit of coaxing to get him into biting and marking. He starts out with little marks here and there along MC's ribcage, and slowly with time they become bigger and deeper, and he will make full bite marks on their chest and right over their nipples. Sometimes he will be daring and leave a deep mark right under their ear, only to become a flustered mess every time he sees it on them when out in public or at RAD especially. Might try to get them to cover it up with his cosplay make up if it doesn't go away quickly.

His love mark will be directly in the middle of their chest, given to them in the spur of the moment during a session of love making. He'll be a blubbering mess and apologize for marking them; but when they tell him how it makes them happy to be fully his, well, he infuses his magic into it more and more with each day that passes. He makes sure they are saturated in his scent as well, so no one ever gets any funny ideas to try and take his MC away. Their mark also heats up when he is around and his levels of jealousy are super high.

Satan:

He loves to mark up their thighs with his teeth marks and hickies, making them squirm against his mouth. He will get them as close to their sex as he can especially, since it makes them keen and get beggy for him. Sometimes when he feels bold during their love making, he will mark up their neck as well, leaving deep dark marks in his wake; but he usually will make sure to have them wear high neck shirts to cover the marks; he has a reputation as gentleman, and he also doesn't want to subject them to endless teasing from his brothers. It does make him inwardly smirk knowing all the marks are there, though.

His love mark is right between their shoulder blades. He gave it to them when they were getting hot and heavy in his bed, and felt the biggest urge to finally claim them in more ways than one. He loves to walk up behind them and hug them, feeling the warmth of their mark as he infuses magic into it. Though he knows his scent is strong enough to deter other demons from pulling anything funny with MC, he tends to walk around with them at their side, glaring at anyone who dares to come too close to them.

Asmodeus:

Asmo is not picky on where he leaves his bites and hickies. He will place them haphazardly all over MC's body, littering them with his love. He in particular likes marking up their chest and throat, especially having them wear clothing that will have all the marks on full display. He is not shy about it whatsoever and will even brag about how much he enjoys smothering MC with his affections and love like that. If MC gives them back to him, he will wear them like a badge of honor, only covering them with make up if Lucifer tells him to.

His love mark is placed on their navel, right above their sex. He loves the intimacy of his mark, not because it could be looked at as sexual. He loves that MC has given themselves to him, so why not mark them in the most personal place they share with him? Every time he makes love to them he can feel the warmth of their mark and it drives him crazy in the best ways. He also loves the fact that a lot of demons look at MC with envy and he loves to shower them in affection when in public.

Beelzebub:

He's another one who isn't that big on leaving hickies and bite marks, because he is scared of causing MC pain with how hard he knows he can press on them. Takes a lot of reassurance to finally get him to leave any, and even at that they aren't that dark or deep. Most of them are on their inner thighs and on their lower stomach, considering he enjoys going down on them so often. If MC asks him to, he will leave a mark at the base of their neck, but get rather flustered if he can see it when they are in public or around his brothers.

His love mark is on their lower back, right in the center where their back dips. He gave it to them when they were rolling around with each other and they said they loved him on an airy laugh. It pushed him over an edge he didn't know he had. He loves to run his fingers over the mark when they cuddle, and he infuses his magic into it when he does this. He doesn't really pay attention to how other demons react to MC since his scent is on them; all he really cares about is getting to be by their side and showing them his affections.

Belphegor:

He loves to leave marks on the nape and the back of their neck, since he cuddles them from behind almost all the time. He also leaves lots of bite marks on their shoulders and shoulder blades when he takes them, curled around them while they both lay on their sides. If he is the one being cuddled and his face is against their chest, he will smother them in hickies and bite marks as well, chuckling at how they huff and swat at his head for it. He likes to stare at the marks and trace them with his fingertips when they get to just laze around together.

His love mark ended up being on their thigh since he gave it to them when getting carried away during a session of love making. He got super possessive after that, constantly infusing his magic into the mark everytime they were right next to him. He also made it a habit to hang off of them when they would walk together in public, snarling at any demon who tried to come close to MC when he was at their side. He also makes sure his scent is strong on them when he isn't around them, so others know that they belong to him.

Diavolo:

Dia is not shy about where he leaves his bites and hickies on MC. He understands his status and how he must keep up appearance, but something about MC unlocks something feral in him. He will leave marks all over their neck and throat, as well as their shoulders and chest. Ribcage, stomach, hips, thighs; it's all free game for him and his not shy about how much he wants to mark them up. He also doesn't mind them showing the marks off in public, much to Lucifer and Barbatos' disdain. (MC tends to get a lecture from Lucifer for doing this, but Dia keeps letting them get away with it regardless.)

His love mark is at the spot between their shoulder and neck. It's deep and large, sometimes not fully hidden by their clothing as well. His magic is so strong that he doesn't need to infuse it, and his scent as well is overpowering, so no one in their right mind would attempt to overstep him and try anything on MC. But because he can be incredibly possessive when he wants to, he will scent MC immensely and nuzzle their mark to place more magic into it, thrilling in the heat that radiates from it.

Barbatos:

He is a very private and professional demon, so any marks he leaves on MC will definitely be inconspicuous. They will be on their ribcage or lower chest where any kind of shirt they wear will cover them; though he will also leave a lot of hickies and bite marks on their thighs when particularly riled up by them. Sometimes, when he let's go a bit, he will leave one or two on their neck, but definitely make sure to cover them up or heal them when he gets the chance. He doesn't want to bring unwanted attention to MC when they are out in public.

His love mark is on their hip, deep and dark to press as much of his love and power into it. He has never had someone he cares about so deeply in all his years, and though he is stoic and private, he will not hide how much they mean to him. His scent is incredibly strong as is so he doesn't need to scent them often, but he does infuse his magic into the bite as much as possible. If anything he is a tad possessive of MC, and secretly enjoys that demons avoid them when they walk by.

Simeon:

He gets rather embarrassed and shy about leaving marks on MC, so he has to really be worked up to let go and do it. He usually leaves small and light ones on their chest or on their back between their shoulder blades, depending on how he is taking them. Sometimes he will leave dark and deep ones around their sex when he is feeling possessive, but usually apologizes for doing that, regardless of how much MC likes them. Even though he can not see the marks, knowing that MC has them on their body when they are wondering around RAD together, he gets super flustered and embarrassed.

He doesn't have an infernal mark like the demons, but can leave a blessing on MC as a means to connect them to him. His 'mark' is on their wrist, and most demons can sense the protection of it, keeping their distance to not be exposed to the angel's wrath. He gives MC a bottle of his cologne as well so they can smell like him; it's rather embarrassing for him, but he enjoys the idea of MC having his usual scent on them, plus it makes him feel closer and almost possessive of them as well.

Solomon:

Solomon is another one who is not embarrassed to leave MC covered in his marks. He likes how they show his possession of them, and he feels greedy for them all the time, so he tends to get carried away with marks. Deep hickies over their pulse and throat, bite marks on their chest and clavicles and shoulders. He doesn't get upset if they want to cover up cause they know how Lucifer can get; he has had his own earful plenty of times. But a lot of the time he wishes to ask them to show them off, since he is over the moon that they chose to be with him over everyone else.

He can not leave his own mark on MC that is infernal or celestial, so he uses his magic to produce a necklace that has some of his power in it. He wears his own as well, and when they touch it, it makes the other's warm up to the touch. It is a way for them to stay connected if they have to spend time apart, and shows MC when he is thinking about them. He also has MC wear and article of his clothing, showing that he is with them and they belong to him alone.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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juxtaposition ~ eminem

word count: 1209

request?: yes!

@girl-toxxic “I don't know if you've seen the cat meme from "she did ballet and he was a punk" so I came up with this for an Imagine, Em and Reader go out to spend the day and there are a lot of hugs, kisses and fluff and they They are having such a good time that they do not realize that there are paparazzi and they take a lot of cute photos and one of them that goes viral on the internet is where Em is serious and hugs Reader, while she is all sweet giving kisses on his cheek. AND ADD SOMETHING MORE, LOVE THIS IMAGINE.”

“hiiii, I love your contents!! can I request a eminem x reader? reader is a softie. that's all you can do the rest. tysm!!”

description: after being caught out together, their fans start to realize that they are exact opposites and decide to make memes about it

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

They say opposites attract, but I never thought it was an actual thing. I always thought it was just a trope used in books and movies for a cute plotline. And then I started dating Marshall, who was the polar opposite to me. Publicly anyways.

Marshall’s public persona for years was that of a serious, cold rapper who liked to drop more explicates in one sentence than he probably should’ve. In private he was much sweeter than anyone would ever believe, but no one ever really saw that side of him besides the people closest to him (so mainly me). Then there was me, who was constantly a happy and positive person - in private and in public. It was like a whiplash in personalities whenever someone met the two of us together.

Going out in public was always somewhat amusing. The looks we would get when I was being all touchy feely and Marshall was his stone cold self was priceless.

On a day the two of us were out running errands, my usual desire for affection hit me suddenly. I took Marshall’s hand in mine and placed my head on his shoulder. We stumbled a little as we walked in our awkward position, which made me giggle.

“You’re gonna cause us to fall over,” Marshall teased.

“That’d be a sight,” I said with a giggle. “I’m just feelin’ all warm and fuzzy right now.”

“Don’t you always?”

I looked up at him and stuck my tongue out. His cold façade broke for just a moment as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

We stopped at a crosswalk to wait for the light to tell us we could walk. Marshall wrapped his arms around me, which surprised me because it was an unprompted public display of affection and he usually wasn’t big on that. I wasn’t about to fight it, however, and leaned into his embrace. Just before the walk signal flashed, I quickly kissed his cheek then pulled away from him to cross the street together.

It was a moment that I didn’t think too much about. Forgetting how extremely famous he is, I just thought of it as a quick moment of affection with my boyfriend while we were out running errands. Looking back, I should’ve been more aware of any potential paparazzi around us, but it was honestly the last thing on my mind.

It was Marshall’s daughter, Hailie, who made me aware that our picture had been taken. She had sent me a text with a picture attached, the message reading, “you and dad have become a meme! 😂”

It was the picture of the two of us at the crosswalk, Marshall with his arms around me and me leaning up to kiss his cheek. Of course whoever had been there had managed to catch the one moment of the most PDA that Marshall and I had ever shown. I really should not have been as surprised as I was.

Above the picture was a tweet from a fan account that read, “Em and (Y/N) really are the real life versions of that one line in Sk8er Boi”. The picture had a white bar above it with black text that included the aforementioned like from the famous Avril Lavigne song: “He was a punk, she did ballet, what more can I say?”

I couldn’t help but giggle to myself as I looked closer at the picture. Whoever had taken it had managed to perfectly capture Marshall’s serious looking face, while also getting in the slight smile I had on my face while I kissed his cheek. It was the perfect picture to show how polar opposites we were, while also just being funny to see Marshall looking so serious while being so sweet.

Marshall was sitting on the other side of the couch watching football as I received the message from Hailie, and my giggle caused him to look over at me and raise an eyebrow.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked.

I moved closer and held my phone up so he could see the image. I saw his eyes looking over the screen before he looked at me and said, “I don’t get it.”

I laughed. “It’s just a joke. It’s pointing out how different the two of us are in the image. So like you’re all serious and I’m all soft. I think it’s funny.”

I rested against him as I went on scrolling on my phone. Marshall didn’t say anything else about the image, but I could feel hid body tensing against mine. I knew he was thinking about something, and I was almost positive I knew exactly what that something was.

After nearly an hour of the silence, besides the sounds of the game coming from the screen, I tilted my head back to look up at Marshall. His eyes were staring straight forward at the TV, not making any acknowledgements that I was there at all.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I asked.

He shrugged in response. I sat up so I could actually look at him. “Marshall? Come on, what’s up?”

He shrugged again, but this time he added, “Nothing.”

“You forget that I know when you’re thinking about something. Is it about the meme I showed you? It’s just a joke, I didn’t mean to upset you with it.”

“You didn’t upset me,” he said. “I’m just thinking.”

“That’s usually pretty dangerous,” I teased. “What about?”

He didn’t respond at first. I didn’t want to push him, so I was about to let it go, until he said, “What if I’m not right for you because we’re so different?”

It caught me so off guard that my first reaction was to laugh a little, but when I saw the serious look on Marshall’s face I realized that he was being serious.

“Look at us in that picture,” he said, nodding towards my phone. “I look like I’m almost mad to be there, but you look all happy. You should be standing next to someone who is going to mirror your happiness in pictures like that.”

“Babe, this is just your public persona. I know that you’re happy to be with me, and you’ve mirrored my happiness in plenty of pictures. You really don’t have to worry about anything.”

“Maybe you should be with someone who is genuine even out in person, not someone who has such a negative public persona.”

I sighed and cupped Marshall’s face so he would look at me. “Listen here, you are not that persona you put on for the cameras. You have your reasons for that and I understand them, but just because you put that face on when we’re out in public does not mean I deserve someone better. There’s no one better for me than you, Marshall. I adore you so much, and you are the sweetest person in the world. Don’t let something like this get to you.”

For added measure, I pulled him forward to kiss him. He smiled at me as I pulled away and put an arm around my shoulders to pull me back into his side.

“That was corny as fuck,” he said.

I laughed and playfully elbowed him in the side.

hi i know it was short i’m sorry i hope you enjoyed it though

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eddiemunsonssoulmate · 3 years

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Your public display of affection

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: He really wants to test your sense of adventure on this ferry ride.

Warnings: Smut, public sex

Available on: AO3

Part of: Passion lies in screams of ecstasytic dreams

“I’ve got an idea,” he whispered into your ear, sitting next to you, nuzzling your neck.

You were, in the back of Mr. Heyward’s truck that you...borrowed. Pope and Kie were up front, bickering about something, John B and Sarah were supposed to meet you at the beach later this evening, leaving all the preparations to you.

It was John B’s birthday and you really wanted to get him a nice present, so you decided to take the ferry to the next big town, grab something really cool that he wouldn’t expect and then drive right back.

You barely had made it onto the ferry, it was packed with cars but for once, you got lucky.

“What is it?” You turned your head to look at your boyfriend who was grinning from ear to ear. You knew that grin, something dirty was going through his mind at this very moment.

An eyebrow wiggle was the only answer you got before he grabbed the blanket next to you in one hand, patting on his lap with the other.

Playing along, you sat down on his lap and he wrapped the blanket over you two, making you feel loved and comfortable. There was quite the breeze out here on the water, so it wasn’t too strange to use a blanket.

People were mingling around you, getting out of their cars to check the water and waves, getting back in, some kids were running around but mostly teenagers and adults. It was summer after all, one of the busiest times in these areas.

You felt how his arms wrapped around you from behind, causing you to lean back into his chest, snuggling a little closer.

Suddenly his hands moved under your shirt, starting to grope your breasts for a moment. You gasped and the unexpected touch and leaned a bit to the side so you could look into his eyes.

“Trust me, darling,” he murmured and smiled at you when his hands went down to pull your shorts down, letting them rest at your knees.

A blush painted your face, not really sure what to think about all of this. You were in a public place, the blanket just needed to fly away by a gust of wind and everyone would see your exposed lower parts.

You had to bite your bottom lip to keep a moan from escaping when he shoved your panties aside to run a finger through your folds. Lust was building up inside your body, a surge of heat running through you.

“Oh god,” you whined quietly, everyone around you so close. He just chuckled next to your ear, the rumbling in your chest only turning you on more.

“Yes, my love?” The blonde boy brushed his lips against your cheek, causing you to shudder slightly.

Two fingers were pumping in and out of you, turning you on more and more. You had a hard time to keep still, just wanting to squirm in his grasp but he had wrapped his left arm tightly around you.

“What are you even doing?” You asked, still surprised by the whole thing. It wasn’t something you had done before. In private, sure but in public? This close to people? No way to hide in shame if someone caught you?

It was arousing and scary at the same time. The thought of being watched and caught in the act. It did something with you that you couldn’t explain. Excitement and shame mixed together.

“Trying something new. Where’s your sense of adventure?” His voice was low, barely more than a whisper, lust dripping from every word just like you were dripping on his fingers, coating them with your wetness.

He pulled his fingers out, wiping them on your inner thighs that were covered by the blanket before you could feel him shift under you, moving the two of you up a bit, his eyes darting left and right if anyone was watching at the moment.

When he felt safe you could feel that he pulled his cargo pants and boxer shorts to his knees, sitting back down. His skin was heated against yours and you swallowed hard when his dick pressed against you from behind, already hard and ready to claim you, right here, with everyone around.

He took a moment to simply rub himself against your skin. For everyone else it would look like a cute couple cuddling in the back of the truck. No one would expect anything that was going on under the blanket.

“Come have a seat,” he snickered into your ear and without even a question you obliged, shifting under the blanket to sit down on his dick.

Your body tensed when you felt the hot tip pressing against you, your eyes also on the lookout that no one would catch you or even just get the idea what might be going on.

“We don’t have all day, darling.” With those words he grabbed your hips and pushed them down on his length, causing you to gasp in surprise, almost moaning a little too loud.

You covered your mouth with both of your hands to keep it inside but that would already look quite weird if someone was watching you right now.

“My, my. You have to be quiet.” This was amusing him way too much so you clenched your thighs, causing it to grow tight around him which almost made him moan.

“You really need to stop talking,” you whispered a little more aggressively and he grabbed your hips again, the grip almost bruising.

JJ slowly started to move his hips and you leaned back into him, trying to look like you were just relaxing in his arms. Thanks to the breeze, the moving blanket didn’t look too suspicious but you were sure if someone would actually pay attention to you two, they would figure it out.

“Fucking shit, babe. You’re so wet and slippery, you’re really enjoying this.” He stated it as if it was a matter of fact. Your mind was still trying to deny it but the mix of risk and pleasure was something that got you going. You didn’t even know until now.

Your nipples were straining against your shirt, his hands resting on your stomach now, trying to stay as calm as possible while he was moving inside of you, tickling all the right spots.

“Answer me,” he purred into your ear. “Tell me how much you like to be fucked in public.”

You bit down on your bottom lip, swallowing hard at his words, another surge of heat running through your body. It was already bad enough and yet he turned you on even more.

A quick, rough snap of his hips let you know he wasn’t pleased with you not answering. “Come on. I want to hear how you love doing this. All those people around you, me buried deep inside your sweet little cunt.” He nuzzled your neck with his nose, licking your skin briefly. “Tell me that the idea of this excites you. I can already feel it but I want to hear it from your mouth.”

You swallowed down another moan that almost escaped you, closing your eyes to take in a deep breath. “I love it,” you said quietly but he just growled. “I love the idea of getting caught.”

“That’s my good girl.” He kissed your neck before picking up the pace a little, one hand moving to your bundle of nerves between your legs, rubbing them.

Your eyes opened and you looked around again, the pleasure almost unbearable. Normally you were a moaner, quite loud and he wasn’t a quiet one either. You were surprised he was able to keep it together so well while you were literally fighting with yourself.

A knock on the glass behind you caused both of you to stop in your movements before you heard Pope’s voice.

“Hey lovebirds! We’re almost there, get ready!”

“Alright, thanks bud!” JJ called back to him before turning to you, a cheeky grin on his lips.

“Oh god, what now?” You asked him and he started rubbing your clit again.

“I want you to come at least,” he whispered and your body tensed, his dick starting to slide in and out of you again.

“We’re in public!” You hissed at him, louder than you expected and you groaned in annoyance of yourself. At the same time you also felt that you were getting closer to your orgasm.

“So? You love it.” He was right about that and he knew it. You hated it.

You leaned back against him, trying to calm your breathing but that didn’t even work anymore as he picked up the pace, rubbing your clit more forcefully and just the way you showed him. Just the way you liked it.

“Fuck, JJ,” you moaned as quiet as possible, feeling his dick twitch at your words.

It only took a few more seconds until you fell apart around him, squeezing him right and he groaned in your ear, making you shiver.

Your body was shaking, your breath erratic and fast until you were slowly coming down from your high. He was still inside of you, still hard and it was making the whole thing of calming down really hard.

As if he sensed it, he laughed softly against your neck. “Don’t worry about me. We’ll have more time later to finish this. Maybe on the ride back already.”

Just the mere idea of it sent excitement straight to your core.

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akirakurusuimagines · 3 years

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had the idea of reader getting marin karin'd and it not wearing off after leaving the metaverse so our dear boy helps her out by gently overstimulating her in front of a mirror 👉👈

I'm sorry for how long it's been taking to get this out! Hopefully the others won't take as long. Please enjoy! (minors DNI)

It only takes one mistake for everything to fall apart.

Akira believed they were sufficiently prepared to waltz right into Mementos and explore the depths that opened after the public’s response to their latest and greatest heist. He disregarded Morgana’s incessant warning that he was running low on ailment-curing items and revival items, reminding the cat that he was already planning on putting him and Makoto on the front lines this time so there was nothing to worry about.

So really, this mess was his fault. As leader, he knows he shoulders the responsibility of anything and everything that happens, even if his teammates don’t blame him.

It began to storm back in the real world as they reached the end of the current depths⁠; a painstakingly slow thirteen floors⁠ to comb through in search of treasure and experience. Everyone was nearing their physical and mental limits for the day, but at the sight of a rare challenger on their way back, they let their youthful recklessness seep through. One more, they all thought, one more to end the trip on a high note.

The high note they sought after quickly⁠ and almost comically⁠ became shrill.

The battle turned for the worst: unable to find a weakness, you and Mona were left with minimal SP, Queen had suffered an ill-timed critical attack and was knocked out cold, and Joker himself was running on fumes. Mind scattered in desperation, Joker attempted to regain some footing by attacking the particularly strong enemy with Marin Karin, hoping to charm it.

He didn’t expect that the enemy would end up reflecting it back at him.

Nor that you would take the brunt of the attack by jumping in front of him last-minute.

Joker and Mona finished the battle through sheer dumb luck, and all of the thieves expected things to return to normal. Queen stood up on shaky legs and thanked Panther for medicine, but when they turned to look at you, their hearts dropped.

Your face was flushed and eyes glassy, no different than how you were in battle. The unspoken rules of Mementos was broken⁠—somehow you didn’t come to once the fight finished.

Joker took to your side immediately, helping you up but freezing at the garbled moan that slipped past your lips the moment his hands landed on you. The others looked on with concern and fear, not understanding why this was happening, but it was obvious to everyone that they needed to leave immediately. He apologized to them and announced that he’ll be taking you home to make sure you’re safe and resting while the others research the strange divergence.

His arm wrapped loosely around your waist, keeping you steady as you mindlessly clung to him, and ushered you out of Mementos and towards the trains.

Akira felt like he was suffocating. If this is how he was feeling, he could only start to imagine what you’re suffering through right now.

He kept you hidden from view as best as he could, squished in the corner between the door, the seats, and him. Akira put you in a spare face mask he had and slid his glasses over your nose, hoping to protect your identity in case any snooping individual lingered on you two a little too long.

“Hold on just a little longer for me, okay? We’re almost there.”

He watched your knees buckle and your thighs clench together at his words and felt his mouth run dry. Akira willed himself to stay calm, to steady his heartbeat, but it wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do when you were in a state like this. Especially considering he harbored feelings for you.

“Please,” you begged. He almost didn’t hear it with how quietly you murmured it. “Akira, I… I need…”

Fuck, you were going to be the death of him.

“Yeah?” he leaned in closer, hoping to catch the rest of what you’re saying.

Your hand grabbed his thigh, tugging his leg closer to you and causing him to stumble forward, balancing with his forearm next to your head. He stared at you with wide eyes as you shifted his leg with no resistance between your thighs and sat on it, slowly and carefully grinding against it.

Akira’s head whipped around, making sure no one was watching as you shamelessly used his leg to relieve some of the pressure that Marin Karin’s charm had on you. He nearly stopped breathing when you whined right next to his ear, a sound too soft for anyone else to notice as the train screeched to another halt.

Your stop was next, but there was no way he was making it out of this without a boner. He looked back at you and swallowed hard, only able to see the way your eyes were screwed shut and eyebrows knitted with frustration and concentration, pressing yourself a little harder against the meat of his thigh.

“Need more, ‘s too hot,” you blabbered softly, hands gripping the lapel of his blazer. “want you, want you so bad⁠—”

“We⁠—we’re almost home,” Akira choked out, each passing moment more difficult than the last. He wanted to pinch himself, wondering if this was actually some wild porno dream he was having back in Leblanc, but the way you felt rutting against his thigh like this was far too real for him to deny this was reality.

“Akiraaaa...”

He nearly lost himself when he saw your teary-eyed expression, suddenly grateful for the crowded train dissuading him from bending you over the train seats and giving into temptation. Akira wanted to know every part of you: every touch that makes you keen, every kiss that makes your head spin, every position that makes you cream.

Akira almost praised the gods aloud when the announcer comments on your stop, pulling himself off of you despite your whines and taking your hand in his, squeezing it tightly as he nearly runs out of the train the second the doors behind you open.

It was quite the ordeal dragging you back home. Every moment he stopped, your hands would wander, gripping his shirt or his belt loops, sliding your hand underneath to feel the warmth of his skin. You pressed closer and closer against him, your inhibitions far-gone, leaving only your charmed mind.

He grabbed your wrist firmly when you reached for his crotch at the door to your house, sucking in a large breath and hoping you’d be able to contain yourself enough for him to open the door with your keys and lead you inside.

Akira pushed open the door and dragged you inside, kicking it closed and locking it quickly. He couldn’t help the whole-body sigh that passed through him with the relief of privacy.

You, however, took it as your cue to tackle him to the ground and relieve yourself.

“Shit, wait, hold on⁠—” Akira staggered back, gripping your hip and arm and barley catching himself. “Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t want to try to get… uh… get off on your own?”

“No no no no no⁠—!” you shook your head adamantly despite your slurred voice, the sheer panic in your voice and face surprising him. “Want you, only you, please.”

Akira pressed his lips together in a tight line and hoisted you up in his arms, silently thanking the rough training he’s been enduring with Ryuji. The way your eyes lit up as he carried you to your bedroom made his heart palpitate, the rational side of him quickly losing to the promise of passion.

He really was weak to you.

He grunted as his legs hit the bed, falling down with you on his lap. Akira barely had time to speak before your lips were all over him, kissing all over his face and jaw as you roughly grinded against him. He choked down his moans and tangled a hand in your hair, hoping to slow you down with a sharp tug to your scalp.

Akira felt you seize up the moment he did, nails digging into his shoulders despite the layers of clothing, pressing your hips harder against his, and with a loud cry, he felt dampness against his crotch. It took a moment to process that you came untouched, just from him having you in his lap and tugging your hair.

“Did you just…?” his hand wandered towards your pants, slipping inside your underwear and feeling the sticky substance coat his fingers as he reached your thighs. He pulled them out, observing the strands between his fingers and licking them clean with a low groan. “That’s so hot. You’re so fucking hot.”

Akira palmed your crotch and felt you shudder as you rolled your hips against his again. “But… it isn’t enough, right?”

“Nnno…”

He looked around the room briefly and caught his own eyes in the floor-length mirror in your room.

“Stand up for me and strip, sweetheart,” Akira instructed with a gentle slap to your thigh.

He loved the way you scrambled off of him, shedding your clothes and looking at him with the same hazy doe-eyes that made him spend countless private hours fantasizing about. You looked at him with so much lust, being so obedient for him in hopes of getting another orgasm.

He shrugged off his blazer and tossed it aside, shifting closer to the mirror until it stood in front of him. “Turn around and sit back on my lap.”

Akira steadied you with gentle hands on your hips as you sat on his lap and pressed your sticky thighs together to feel some kind of friction against the torturous heat. He pried them open, spreading your legs to straddle him and spreading you open for the mirror.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he gently chided, “keep these pretty thighs open for me, okay?”

Akira refused to touch you until you nodded.

“Perfect,” he whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder, “you’re absolutely perfect.” Akira guided his hands up from your thighs to your chest, brushing against your nipples and continuing his path up until he reached your face. He cupped your cheeks in his hands and tilted your face up, forcing you to look at the shameful display you created with him. “I want you to look at yourself as I touch you,” Akira explained, “I want you to see everything.”

You nodded dumbly, anything to get his hands back to pleasuring you. “Please,” you continued to repeat with breathless whines, “I want more, I want you in me.” You pushed your ass harder against his hard cock, hoping he would take the bait. You wanted to be fucked silly and at this point you really didn’t care how you got there.

Akira sucked in a sharp breath and shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut and stilling for a few seconds as you continued to grind yourself on his dick. “Later, okay?” his voice wavered and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep his own word with how enthusiastic you seemed about riding him.

He let go of your face and skimmed your inner thighs, catching the cum from your first orgasm on his fingers and finally touching you properly. You keened, head falling back as he slowly pressed two fingers into your hole. “Yes⁠!” you groaned, spreading your thighs a little further and bucking your hips into his hand, “More, please, oh god it feels so good⁠— hnn!”

Akira’s hand steadied your head, once again pushing you to look at yourself as his fingers thrusted in and out of you. “Come on, baby. Don’t stop watching,” he purred as he scissored his fingers inside of you. “Oh, you liked that?”

You grasped his hair and his wrist, incoherent noises fumbling from your lips as Akira brought you to another orgasm within minutes. Marin Karin had quite the effect on you: keeping your stamina high and your libido higher, giving you more orgasms than you’ve had in your life, emptying your head and leaving nothing but pleasant buzzing.

He stared at you in the mirror, catching your unfocused gaze as your eyes shifted from his face to his hand and back again. “You’re doing so good,” Akira mumbled strings of words he barely paid attention to as you squirmed in his hold. He added another finger, stretching you out further and curling his fingers inside of you. He felt your legs shake and watched your jaw go slack as pleasure only continued to build.

“Again?” he asked, groaning at how you clench around his fingers, barely giving him room to move them. Even still, you continue to thrust your hips into his hands⁠, unsatisfied. “I’ll give you as many orgasms as you need,” Akira promised, kissing your cheek and resting his temple against yours, “I won’t stop until you’re begging.”

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emeren · 3 years

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such a tease - eren jaeger

👗 anon request <3

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 4k

content warnings: 18+, smut, choking, degradation, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessiveness

notes: this was an anonymous request and lemme just say, i was SO excited to write this one. i’m unfortunately not super happy with how it turned out, but i’ve been swamped bc school just started back up!

SUMMARY: reader decides to tease eren by wearing a skirt without any underwear for the day, causing her very jealous boyfriend to act out in an unexpected way.

one look in the mirror was all it took for you to quell your nerves. your fingers ran over the expanse of the pleated skirt, smoothing out any wrinkles and creases. this was bold, even for you, but you knew exactly what you were doing.

eren had never been particularly shy about his protective nature; he was always making sure people understood you were his girlfriend, wrapping his arm around your waist or glaring at men who stared a little too long.

you loved that about him, but you loved pushing his buttons even more. he had a bad habit of being an argumentative, hot headed little shit, and teasing him like this was asking for some rough, animalistic gesture. that was exactly what you wanted.

you’d never neglected to wear underwear in a skirt this short, the fabric stopping just below your ass. you knew you’d have to be careful or you would end up flashing jean or armin, and that would drive eren up a wall.

you hoped eren wouldn’t notice until you were all out; meaning there would be nothing he could do about it. teasing him was one of your favorite things to do.

you heard your phone buzz quietly from your bed, picking up the small device and seeing eren’s name at the top.

lil shit <3: get ur ass out here we’ve been waiting forever

the eye roll that naturally came to you was strong, giving yourself one final once over in the mirror before heading out of your apartment. you couldn’t help the nervous smile that teased at your lips once you left the building, connie’s beat up minivan sitting at the curb. riding in his car was never the first choice; it was musty and had suspicious stains on the carpeting, but it was the only one that fit all of your friends.

connie laid on the horn as soon as he saw you, the rest of your friends yelling from inside the vehicle as you approached. you could see jean in the passenger seat, jogging up to the rear door with a knot of nervousness in your stomach. you placed one hand on your thigh to keep the skirt from riding up as you slid the van door open.

sasha and mikasa were stuffed in the small backseat, armin and eren sitting in the middle row. it was comical to see eren in the spot generally reserved for the smallest passenger, but you had no doubt that he wanted to sit in the middle because of you. he was petty like that - a trait that made teasing him all the more fun.

“hey guys,” you smiled, sliding into the van as your friends all greeted you at once. your eyes were on connie, who was craning his neck to give you a rather incredulous look.

you felt eren stiffen as you sat down, reaching for the seatbelt. connie decided to speak up before you had a chance to question it. “dude, come ooooon. what the hell took you so long?”

“sorry, i was distracted and my phone was on my bed,” you explained, connie resolutely rolling his eyes in response.

“let’s go already, i’m starving!” sasha wailed from the back, shaking your seat in front of her. you giggled at her desperation, finally turning to your boyfriend as connie sped away from the curb.

you were surprised to see that eren was already staring at you, a weird glint in his eyes. you gave him a smile, trying to act innocent. “hi.”

he didn’t say anything, just looked forward and placed his large hand on your bare thigh. it wasn’t that it was unusual for him to do so in front of your friends, in fact it was normal. you just weren’t used to him placing it so high; so high that the tip of his pinky dipped beneath the fabric of your skirt and threatened to inch towards the apex of your leg.

had he already noticed?

“took you awhile to get ready,” eren commented, his words only being heard by you as everyone else in the car chatted about going bowling. you glanced back up at him, eyes scanning his face. he was wearing a black t-shirt and sweats, the customary ‘i don’t care about anything’ outfit he always seemed to adorn. the cold metal of the ring on his middle finger did little to ease your nerves.

“yeah, i was just thinking about some stuff and got distracted,” you lied, smiling up at him. he was looking at you from the side of his eyes, jaw clenched.

“really?” he breathed, his hand shifting ever so slightly up your leg. his smallest finger teased at the crease of your thigh, head leaning down to whisper in your ear. “were you thinking about some stuff or were you forgetting about some stuff?”

your breath hitched, face growing hot as you struggled for something to say. connie, once again, beat you to the punch. “oi! lovebirds! no canoodling in my back seat!”

“we weren’t canoodling,” eren sneered, pulling away and moving his hand to just above your knee. he squeezed the skin generously, your slight embarrassment about eren’s public displays of affection quickly wearing off. “i was just saying, it looks like she forgot a coat.”

jean snorted from the front seat. “yeah and because you’re a dumbass who doesn’t wear one either, i’m gonna have to give her mine later.”

jean’s lighthearted words lit a devious lightbulb in your mind, the gears of your plan now in full swing. you leaned forwards, wrapping your arms around the back of the chair and consequently jean’s broad chest. you leaned your head to the side, a grin on your face.

“you really are too sweet to me, jean-jean!” you cooed, the feeling of eren’s grip tightening on your thigh an indication of just how well this was working in your favor. jean chuckled at the familiar nickname, hand coming up to pat your arms wrapped around him.

you let go and slid back into your spot, eren’s face clearly peeved at your display of affection. for once, you had the upper hand. and you were going to milk it all the way.

the local bowling alley was a small, dank building that prided itself on its catering towards college students without much else to do. as connie skidded to a stop in his self-designated parking spot, the legacy of the building seemed to live up to its expectations.

eren hadn’t said anything else on the ride over, just kept his hand protectively (and respectfully) placed on your lower thigh. you were much more careful sliding out of the car this time, hand blatantly coming down to cover your ass. you knew that eren was watching you, as he was quick to follow you from the vehicle and stand behind your brazen figure.

he wrapped his arms lazily around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head as you waited for your friends to pile out of the car. you’d grown accustomed to his touchy nature, suddenly deciding to press your ass against his groin. the gesture was small, but you could feel eren’s dick harden within his pants.

“careful!” he hissed, hopping back in an attempt to shake away his sudden erection. you snickered to yourself, giving him a glance over your shoulder as you followed your friends into the building.

the interior was the same as it’d always been; drowned out with black lights and the smell of wax. it was the kind of atmosphere that reminded you of your earliest days of childhood; attending large birthday parties and eating way too much cheaply made cake.

the attendant was a short man named george, one who’d acknowledged connie’s arrival with annoyance.

“head to our usual lane guys,” connie pointed, a grin on his features. you all made your way towards lane ten, eren in a sulking tow behind you.

as everyone began to sit down, jean motioned for you to sit next to him. “each side will be opposing teams. we’ve gotta be on the same team, per usual.” he called innocently.

you and jean had dominated your friend group bowling tournaments each time before, and you figured this would be no different. you started towards him, surprised when you felt eren’s hand wrap around your wrist.

“she’s going to be on my team this time, if you don’t mind,” eren stated in a quipped tone, something that would normally go undetected by jean due to their frenemy behavior. you knew that eren’s words were coming from a place of jealousy, sincerely trying to hide your sadistic grin.

jean scoffed, shaking his head. “yeah, right, jaeger. she’s going to be on connie and i’s team, like always.”

you nodded your head in agreement, spinning to face your boyfriend. your skirt lifted ever so slightly at the action, eren’s teal eyes snapping to the garment with an annoyed perseverance. “don’t worry, i’ll take it easy on you.”

he knew what you were doing. he knew that the thought of a part of you - a part specifically reserved for him - nearly on display for anyone who cared enough to pay attention, was enough to fill him with a primal sense of possessiveness.

eren had never been particularly good at hiding his emotions. in fact, he’d been known to let them consume him in an embarrassingly juvenile way. as you sat down next to jean, your bare leg bumping his, eren couldn’t suppress the annoyance that washed over him. he folded his arms, the thought of your tight little-

“eren?” armin called out, eren snapping from his lewd thought process. you took notice, leaning down to tie your bowling shoes. “did you hear me? i said here’s your shoes.”

you listened to eren clear his throat and apologize, deciding to chat with jean and connie as everyone got ready to play.

the final straw in your plan hadn’t even happened on purpose. it’d come to you itself, as if the powers that be were purposefully trying to get you rammed into oblivion. it came after the first few rounds of bowling, after a few near misses with jean regarding the skirt, each one sinking eren further into his foul mood. it came in the form of a lanky, awkward looking employee.

he couldn’t have been any older than eighteen, carrying sasha’s order of nacho fries and your coca cola. he’d meant his comment to be nice as you got up to grab your drink. he hadn’t meant to say something that would send your childish boyfriend over the edge.

“oh, uh, i like your skirt,” he’d commented awkwardly, scratching at the back of his neck. you smiled politely in response, eyes flitting over to eren. and if looks could kill, that awkward teenage boy would’ve been dead on sight.

eren’s eyebrows were furrowed, jaw clenched tightly. you felt your cheeks heat as he made eye contact with the boy, standing from his seat. eren was tall, looming behind you as he protectively wrapped himself around your figure.

“thanks,” he said flatly, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. you held your breath at the feeling of eren deeply exhaling against the sensitive skin, large hands squeezing your hips. the boy quickly looked at the ground, nodding before deciding to leave. eren waited until he was gone to remove himself from you, an annoyed twitch in his eye. “fucking little pervert.”

you rolled your eyes, taking a generous swig from your coke. “he was just being nice.”

eren glared at you, watching as you started back towards your friends. “nice my ass. i know you’re doing this just to rile me up.”

“what ever do you mean?” you snickered, purposefully swaying your hips as eren scoffed, plopping back down in his seat.

you made your way over to your teammates, sitting down and watching armin finish his turn. a couple minutes went by, chugging your coke and getting ready for connie to take his turn.

“i think i’m gonna go use the bathroom,” you hummed, jean nodding his head in understanding. you waited until connie tossed the bowling ball down the lane, effectively missing all of the pins. you knew you’d drank the soda way too fast, standing from the bench and making your way towards the dimly lit restrooms.

they were dark inside, with red lighting like something out of a sex club. you pushed the heavy door open, quickly locking it behind you and relieving yourself.

as you washed your hands in the sink, you thought about just how riled up eren was getting. it was humorous, in more ways than one, but you couldn’t help the slight guilt that crept up the back of your neck about your actions.

but then again, it wasn’t like eren wasn’t known himself for being a tease. you couldn’t count the number of times where he’d purposefully made you jealous or grabbed your ass in an inopportune moment. so what was the harm in giving him a taste of his own medicine?

you flattened your hands against the skirt, making sure it was straight before unlocking the door and heaving it open, stepping out into the dark hallway.

you jumped back at the appearance of a dark figure leaning against the wall, defensively clutching your chest as you stood in front of your slightly amused boyfriend.

“mind if we chat?” he asked, voice edging an emotion that you knew you couldn’t get into at the moment. your eyes glanced down the end of the hallway, no one in sight. you looked back to him, his pink lips turned upwards, the word ‘gotcha’ written all over his face.

“we should probably head back out there,” you mumbled, trying to ignore the way eren was sizing you up. he just smiled, pushing himself from the wall and taking a step towards you. all of the confidence you’d had in your teasing flew out the window, swallowing at the downfall of your plan.

“don’t worry. i told ‘em my mom was calling,” he purred in response, index finger coming up to gently trace against your jaw. it was his turn to be smug; everyone in your friend group knew that carla’s phone calls were a draw out, lengthy affair. he’d trapped you.

you held your breath as he stepped forward, slowly tilting your jaw to place a deceivingly sweet kiss to the skin. you felt embarrassed at the way your cunt throbbed at the action, his lips moving to tease the shell of your ear. “but what about me?”

“what about you?” eren sneered, his voice turning slightly sour, fingers roughly gripping your jaw as he placed a kiss right below your ear. “this is what you were asking for, wasn’t it? now be a good girl and go back into the bathroom for me.”

you hesitated for a moment, thinking about your friends bowling a mere 100 feet away. eren’s eyes were dark, and the churning you could feel at the pit of your stomach was only making it harder to resist.

all it took was the thought of eren bending you over the sink, fucking you stupid for you to demurely shift in place, turning to shove the bathroom door open once again. you could feel your neck burning at the thought of how easily you’d just submitted, but you wanted this. more than anything.

the bathroom was no desirable place; it smelled like generic soap and had discarded pieces of toilet paper on the ground. eren didn’t seem to care, gingerly locking the door behind himself before roughly shoving you forward facing against the cool, knock off linoleum countertop.

you could feel his hard dick pressing against your ass, your reflections in the dirty mirror lit under the red lightbulbs. he was commanding; aggressively grinding himself into you, your skirt beginning to ride up at the motion.

eren made eye contact with you in the glass, one hand coming forward to tilt your neck to the side. he slowly brought his lips down, peppering the skin till his mouth met the base of your neck. he made sure you were watching as he pressed his tongue flatly against the skin, your breath hitching as you watched him drag the wet muscle up to your jawline.

“you’re such a tease,” he growled against you, rolling his hips into your ass. you could feel your skirt starting to ride up even more, the cold air uncomfortable. “’s’hot, knowing your pretty little cunt is so exposed.”

his hand on your jaw slipped around your throat, squeezing lightly in warning as he flipped the edge of your skirt up.

you squeaked as his other hand snaked between your legs, middle two fingers slowly sliding themselves between your already soaking center. he rubbed at your clit, breath hot against your neck as he forced you to watch him through the mirror.

“look at how pretty you are,” he mumbled as he plunged his two digits inside of you, the sudden sensation causing a gasp to leave your lips. he wasn’t playing nice; roughly digging his fingers all the way to the last knuckle. his other hand squeezed your throat tighter. it hurt, but you couldn’t help the way your cunt clenched around him, chest tightening. “so pretty for me. n’only me.”

he slowed his fingers, pumping in and out of you, the sound of your slick causing him to grow impossibly harder. the feeling of his cock pressed against the flesh of your ass sent another throb to your cunt, eren smirking in response.

“needy for my cock after teasing all day?” he asked, stuffing his fingers particularly deep, a strangled moan slipping past your lips. you struggled to nod your head against his grasp, the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of you at such a rhythmic pace causing you to grind your hips against his hand and subsequently his cock.

he quickly pulled his fingers out from inside of you, hand growing tighter around your throat. “you were such a little whore today. a little whore who needs to learn a thing or two.”

you could feel tears prickling in your eyes, eren’s hand that was wrapped around your throat coming up to pry your mouth open. you didn’t have a chance to react before he was slipping his sheen coated fingers past your lips, the saccharine flavor hitting your tastebuds.

“suck for me, pretty girl,” he said lowly, hooded eyes watching you in the mirror. you did as you were told, wrapping your lips around his knuckles and swirling your tongue around his fingers. the taste wasn’t completely pleasant or unpleasant, your mouth releasing with a smack.

eren pressed down on your tongue with his fingers, saliva filling your mouth before he dragged the two digits down your chin and throat, leaving a shiny trail in their wake.

he brought his hands down to roughly grope your chest, your own hands pressing against the countertop to keep you steady. eren gripped the hem of your sweater, forcing the fabric up to your midsection.

“off, take it off.” he demanded, leaning back from you but still keeping his groin pressed against your ass. you were quick to oblige, pulling it over your head. as you did so, you could feel eren palming your ass under the skirt, his dark eyes fixated on the sight of your little skirt riding up on your skin.

you dropped the sweater to the ground, knowing you’d regret it later, but you couldn’t be bothered. eren didn’t wait, letting go of your ass to unclasp your bra, the undergarment falling into the empty sink. he palmed at your newly exposed breasts, fingers pinching at your hardened nipples.

he was watching you in the mirror, the sight of you batting your eyelashes with your saliva on your chin only making him more possessive. it sent a twitch to his cock, hands releasing from your chest to shove you against the cold glass.

“want me to show this pretty cunt who it belongs to, hm?” eren nearly growled, the thought of jean or that employee ever being lucky enough to see you like this pushing him over the edge.

you tried to nod against the mirror, your breasts pressed against the cold material only aiding the way your center throbbed mercilessly for whatever eren was about to do. his hand came up to fist your hair, the other haphazardly yanking down his sweats and boxers.

you could see his veiny cock slap against his stomach through the mirror, the tingling in your clit multiplying at the sight of it. eren smirked at your staring.

“fuck,” he hissed, his gaze drawn to your skirt pooled around your waist, glistening center ready for him to abuse. and he couldn’t wait any longer, rubbing the tip of his cock between your legs.

a gasp ripped through your throat at just how deeply eren thrusted into you, his hips hitting your ass with a loud smack. it hurt; his brows furrowed as he completely pulled out from you, just to ram himself back inside your tight cunt.

“what’s wrong?” eren asked breathlessly, pounding into you as hard as he could. you were jerking against the mirror, mouth open as your nose began to tingle; a tell-tale sign of tears. your boyfriend had a sadistic smile on his face, a piece of hair falling from his bun to rest against his forehead.

“ah- hurts,” you gasped out, the sound of eren pounding into you filling the small space. eren hit you with a particularly deep angled thrust, the tip of his cock brushing your cervix. he tightly fisted your hair, yanking on the follicles as hit other hand gripped your waist for better leverage. it hurt so bad, but so good.

“look at you, look at you take my cock like this,” he said, voice gravelly as he began to buck his hips faster. you could feel the hot tears rolling down your cheeks, eren’s hand around your waist moving to guide your knee up onto the counter top for better leverage. the pain lessened with his movement, his animalistic thrusts growing pleasurable. “such a good little whore. a little whore who’ll only let me fuck her like this, hm?”

you moaned out against the glass, eren yanking your hair as an indication for a worded response. “yes-yes. all for you, only you.”

eren groaned out at your words, his head leaning back as he slammed into you from behind. he was blurry as your breath fogged the glass, but just the image of him bucking his cock deep within your throbbing cunt was enough to have you seeing stars.

he was filling you up so nice, pressing himself against you as the veins in his arms grew prominent. you could feel him twitching inside of you, your own center clenching around him as he made sure you knew you were his.

“such a little tease, showing off her pretty little cunt like that,” eren moaned out, shamelessly loud. he buried himself within you, your eyes rolling back in your head as the building anticipation between your legs became too much to bear.

“eren-” you heaved, him quickening his pace, hitting your cervix over and over. it was enough to make the tears come back, your vision becoming hot white as he bucked his hips once more, stuffing his cock impossibly deep within you. your orgasm didn’t reach its climax until you felt eren’s length twitch, effectively filling you with his cum.

the high was incredible; the cold mirror a stark contrast to the hot, burning sensation as eren thrusted out his own climax.

the two of you stood for a moment, mirror foggy and bathroom humid as you recollected your composure. when eren did pull out, he watched his cum slowly drip down your thigh, fingers attempting to stuff it back inside of you.

“don’t let it drip out,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your sweaty cheek. you could only roll your eyes, peeling yourself from the glass. he gingerly pulled his pants back up, delivering a swift swat to your ass as he stood straight again.

“y’know, you should wear skirts more often.”

“you should get jealous more often.”

“sounds like a deal to me.”

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A Racer’s Heart

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F1Driver!Jeno X Reader X F1Driver!Jaemin

Genre: love triangle, co-workers to lovers

Word Count: 700+

Warnings: none yet

Authors Note: netfilx recently released season four of formula 1 drive to survive, so that is where the inspiration came from. Idk where this is gonna go yet and Idek when I’m gonna release it. But lmk what you guys think. Hugs and kisses to anyone reading <3333

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Formula One (also known as Formula 1 or F1) is the highest class of international racing for open-wheel single-seater formula racing cars sanctioned by the Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile (FIA). The World Drivers' Championship, which became the FIA Formula One World Championship in 1981, has been one of the premier forms of racing around the world since its inaugural season in 1950. The word formula in the name refers to the set of rules to which all participants' cars must conform. A Formula One season consists of a series of races, known as Grands Prix, which take place worldwide on both purpose-built circuits and closed public roads.

You started working with the NCT team as a paid content creator. Meaning you just followed them around taken footage to use to post on their social media. Now you are the public relations manager, this was gonna be your first season as PR manager. Almost your fourth season with the team though. And of course this is a big season for NCT, they’re in the running for winning the constructors this season.

NCT had two perfect drivers, both on their fourth season with the team. Lee Jeno and Na Jaemin, both drivers, performed amazingly last season. NCT had only lost the constructors championship by 15 points last season, which is the closest they had gotten in over the 8 years of being in Formula 1.

The first race of the season was set to happen this weekend. Jaemin and Jeno were already going through testing in Bahrain. You had just arrived at the paddock in time for the drivers press conference. Jaemin was set to go first, he would be accompanied by the Mclaren’s Norris, and Ferrai’s Leclerc.

“I have a question for Jaemin,” the reporter raising his hand started off, “NCT is expecting their first constructors, should we also expect you for your first drivers championship this season?”

Jaemin laughed, he had this dazzling smirk displayed, “only time can tell. We’re just gonna race one race at a time.” Perfect, Jaemin gave a respectable answer, that should not cause any controversy.

You gave a small thumbs up to Jaemin, to which he responded back with a smile. You stayed for the rest of the press conference, in which Jaemin was perfect at every question. He kept his answers short, didn’t disrespect anyone, used all the proper language. You thought if everyone else could do the same for the rest of the season, your job is gonna be easy.

Now it was time for Jeno’s press conference, he was joined by Mercedes’ Russell, and RedBull’s Verstappen. “I have a question for Jeno. Your contract is up at the end of the season, are we gonna see some seating changes?”

Jeno laughed, “isn’t it a bit early,” he spoke with a tone of disbelief. You cringed at his responses, he wasn’t wrong but you feared how the reporter would explain what he says, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t know yet to be bluntly honest. Me, and my team are aware that my contract is up at the end of the season, but we haven’t begun contract talks yet. We’re just here to race and win this weekend.” You let out a breath at Jeno’s explanation.

He almost gave you a heart attack with that, but you looked at the reporter and he seemed to take Jeno’s answer nicely. You reminder yourself to have a talk with Jeno, that no matter how stupid the question is, we need to answer in the nicest possible way.

It was Sunday, race day. You stood in the paddock staring at one of the screens watching both boys line up for the race. Jeno had P3 and Jaemin was P4. Either boys finished as high up as they wanted but P3 and P4 was a good starting place.

“And it’s lights out in Bahrain,” the announcer said through the tv screen. Jeno had a good start, easily pulling away, gaining an early lead in the race. Jaemin ended up falling behind to P6.

You sat on the edge of your seat watching the two boys, your heart pounding in your chest. You, Jaemin and Jeno all started with NCT during the same season. The three of you came in all wide eye rookies in your own respective fields. Now you guys are nearing the top.

You didn’t care who won the race as long as it was one of them. As long as it was one of your boys that held the trophy, you were gonna be happy.

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