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whywhaatt · 11 months

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"hey i'm bored" (isaacwhy x reader)

word count: 2.028

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, hand kink(kinda), degrading, light choking

a/n: this is my first fic😜 i didnt proof read it yet so hopefully i didn't misspell anything too badly

10 hours. 10 hours of sitting at this desk and playing on my computer. I've gone through almost every app or game that I have downloaded. I've checked every social media, watched the newest uploads of my friends, and I even read a random wikipedia article. It's around 2am now. I need to go to sleep. After turning off my computer, and taking my headset off and hanging it on the monitor, I walk towards my bed and grab my phone from my nightstand.

1:59 AM... god damn. I gotta fix my sleep schedule. Nahhh I know I won't. The lack of sleep is kicking in, it feels like 5 minutes go by of me just staring at my lock screen. Turns out it was just 30 seconds cus my phone automatically turned off. It takes me a minute to realize it, but the only reason I do is cus a notification pops up.

"wassup" - isaac💀

tf... it's 2am?!? Why is he texting me?

isaac: wassup

me: heyy

isaac: sorry it's late. im bored

me: bro i just laid down💀💀

isaac: can i come over? larry and tanner and annoying tf outa me rn

me: telling them you said that🗣️🗣️

isaac: bro pls. ion know if it's cus im tired but y'know how it is. i just need to get out of the house

me: yeah ion care, just let me know when you're here

isaac: bet

That was random, I guess Isaac's coming over now. He's been over before, but not like this. What if something happens? I'm probably just over thinking this. Am I shaved? Yeah, I'll be fine.

isaac: i'm here😜

isaac: weird emoji sorry

"Thanks for letting me come over, I needed to get out of the house" Isaac said, sitting down on my couch.

"Honestly, if I with all of those people I would have to leave all the time. So glad I live alone".

"Yeah well, I love them. It would be weird being away from them after this long of dealing with their shit." Isaac said, "So, what are we going to do"? I didn't think about that. I kinda just panicked for 10 minutes while he was driving here.

"I don't know, we could watch a movie or something?" I ask while tossing him the remote, "Move over, this isn't your apartment. I wanna sit". I sat down not too far away, but Isaac scutched closer and wrapped his free arm around me. His other hand had the remote in it, just scrolling through shit on Hulu.

"YO YOU'VE BEEN WATCHING CHAINSAW MAN"

"GOD ISAAC I HAVE NEIGHBORS"

"Oh shit sorry, I love Chainsaw Man. Have you seen me wearing that mask. I look so good in it man, look here I'll show you-". I had to cut him off.

"Isaac, I've seen the photo like 20 times. As much as I love how you look in it, I'm not looking at it again."

"Shut up and look at it" He holds my chin, forcing me to look at the picture on his phone. Damn. He is hot. I'm speechless. The fact his hand can easily grab my face like this, I wonder what else they can do. Looking up at him, my cheeks start to get hot a little bit. This eye contact is painful. I need this to go to more. My hand goes to the back of his neck, our faces slowly inching towards eachother. There's a pause, almost like we realized what is happening.

I close the distance. Just a light kiss, short and simple, but we both need more. Immediately, Isaac's hand pulls me in.

"God.. I-I need... you" I moan in between kisses. Isaac pulls back, and I whine at the loss of contact.

"What?"

"I can't tell if I'm just tired, but I need you so badly. Please Isaac." I am begging. BEGGING. For this man.

"You're so pathetic." He says right before kissing me again, this time more passionately, and his hand moving towards my neck. He squeezes softly, making sure it wasn't too much for me. I'm a moaning mess.

"Do you want to move to your bed?" Isaac questions before picking me up bridal style and carrying me towards my bedroom. My arms are wrapped around his neck while I'm looking up at him. I'm just looking at his eyes, he's so beautiful. He sets me down by the foot of me bed, so I'm standing with my arms around his neck. I always knew he was taller than me, but the height different is crazy. He looks twice my height, and he's still bending over to kiss me.

"Baby, go lay down. I'll take care of you". I almost moaned when I heard that. The things I would let this man do to me is insane, ever since I've met him the list has been getting longer and longer.

I'm laying down my bed, when suddenly my feet are pulled and my legs are dangling off the side. Isaac takes his sweet time pulling down my Nike shorts, teasing me slightly over my panties. I need him to hurry up and get straight to the point cus this is unbearable. Again, he slowly takes off my panties and just barely touches my pussy. The tiniest bit of contact makes me shiver and whine for more.

And like that, Isaac's eyes look up at me as he starts eating me out. He keeps looking and studying my every reaction until he gets the one he wants out of me. Remember when I asked what his hands could do? Well, I found out. As his tongue is focused on my clit, he slowly puts two fingers into my hole. I have to cover my mouth with my hand so I don't scream.

With his fingers thrusting in and out of me and his tongue working wonders on my clit, I know I won't last long like this. My eyes are stuck shut, with one hand over my mouth and the other holding his hair back. My thighs are practically crushing Isaac's head at this point.

"Isaac, I cant" I'm panting in between moans, "I'm so close". As I finish my sentence, everything stops. I whine and whimper, needing more stimulation.

Isaac moves from below my torso to standing at the foot of my bed. He slips his shirt over his head, leans down and puts me back into the spot I was before. Then continues to undress himself right before me. His body is gorgeous. I cant stop staring at him as he gets on top of me, kissing me softly. I can taste myself on his lips.

He breaks the kiss and slides my shirt over my head, exposing my chest. The cold air hit me all of a sudden, making me shiver for a little bit. It feels weird to be fully exposed to Isaac. The closest we've ever gotten to this is almost kissing on New Year's, but we both realized we've just had a little too much to drink and we backed off. I guess Isaac notices me thinking, cus he stops everything and looks down at me.

"Babe, you okay? You can tell me to stop at anytime, I want you to be comfortable" he says, it was the most serious he's sounded all night (well I guess morning). "We can stop if you'd like, I'm sorry I rushed all of this-"

"No keep going, I just got lost in my thought. Thank you for caring for me, Isaac." I pause my sentence to kiss his lips softly, "I'm having a good time". Isaac nodded and continued kissing my neck, leaving little marks every now and again. His hand creeped up, massaging my left breast, and his mouth making his way towards my right. When his tongue made contact with my nipple, I let out a slight moan and let my eyes close softly. My brain feels fuzzy, probably from the lack of sleep, but I love it. It feels like I'm high, but in the cringy "high on life" way.

"I have a condom in my nightstand" I blurt out, "but I'm on the pill so if you don't have anything you can go without it". His head perks up from my chest, looking almost as excited as a kid in a candy store.

"Really?" he asks excitedly. Yup, exactly like a kid. I nod my head yes and Isaac immediately moves to get himself into position. He lines himself up, looking up at me in my eyes, and slowly inserts himself into me. Both of our mouths fly open, releasing a string of moans and whines. Isaac was bigger than I expected, but he feels so good inside of me.

After a couple of second of staying still so I can get used to his size, Isaac starts to move. My hands move to hold on to Isaac's shoulders as he slowly moves in and out of me. I push his head down to kiss me to try and muffle my moans, but it barely does anything.

"Faster, please, please go faster" I beg, with our faces so close we're practically sharing breathes. His pace speeds up and my head relaxes back into the pillow. I can feel myself getting closer and closer by the second.

The room is filled with random moans or praises from either one of us, not being able to hear anything else. If Isaac didn't wake my neighbors earlier, then they're definitely awake now. Honestly, I could care less if I get a noise complaint.

"Isaac- Oh my- I'm- I'm getting close" I moan out between breathes. His hand moves from behind me to my neck, lightly choking me. My mouth flies open from the new pressure on my neck. Isaac, seeing the opportunity, takes over my mouth. Inserting his tongue and immediately dominates my mouth. I'm being so loud right now, and I don't care.

"Isaac, I'm about to- I'm 'bout to cum. Please Isaac. Oh my god please." I gasp out with the air I have.

"Do it. Cum for me, baby. You're so amazing" Isaac moans into my ear, loosening his grip on my neck a little. My nails digging so far into his back, they could leave scars. My head flies back, eyes rolling to the back of my head, and toes curl. A wave of pleasure rolls over my body as I cum with Isaac still going inside of me.

"Just a little bit more, baby, hold on for me. Please baby, you're doing so good for me." Isaac lets out as his hand lets go to steady himself on the bed, getting the pace back to how he needs it. While overstimulated, I try my best to hold tight for Isaac.

He's close. I can tell. Not too much longer, Isaac comes inside of me. All of his body weight crushed on top of me, feeling like a weighted blanket. A wave of praises came out of Isaac as he caught his breathe.

"Let's get you cleaned up"

After we took a very, very long and slow shower together, we laid down in bed together just cuddling.

"The house is asking where I'm at, Imma tell them I'm staying here for the night if thats okay with you" Isaac asks.

"Yeah, it's perfectly fine." I reply, "Random question, well two actually."

"Hit me."

"Okay so one: did you mean for this to end up like this? And was this technically a booty call or whatever?"

"Okay, first off I'm not liked that. But I realize it looks like it. Nah, I just wanted to hang out with you. It was just one of those late night and I'm bored situations"

"Okay, great, umm and two: what does this make us now?"

"Wow, umm.. hard question. I don't know. What do you want to be?"

"Maybe more than friends, I really like you Isaac." I confess, just staring into his eyes through the dark. He leans in and kisses me.

"Will you be with me?"

a/n: i hope you liked this:P my requests are currently open so make sure to leave some if you have any!!

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safetycar-restart · 1 year

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MORNINGS [CHARLES LECLERC X READER]

This is NSFW, containing BDSM elements and sub!Charles. If you're under 18 or don't like the sound of that, then scroll past. If you're 18+ and like the sound of this, then carry on. And if you like what you read, then check out the rest of my blog for more NSFW and SFW F1 content :))

The first thing you notice when you wake is a warm body plastered against your side. That isn’t odd, considering Charles likes to cuddle up to you when he sleeps. The next thing you noticed was that Charles was moving, slowly rocking his hips against you, his erection pressed against your thigh.

You smile to yourself, chuckling a little. Charles couldn’t even get through first breakfast on his week off before getting horny. Though you shouldn’t be surprised.

He had come back from his race like a dead man walking, whining and fussing the moment he put his bags down, tired and frustrated from Ferrari’s performance. You had a quiet dinner and then let them rant to you about his weekend, he likes to you use a soundboard when he gets back. Then it was time for a relaxing bath before going right to bed.

There was no time for anything less PG than that, so really it shouldn’t be a surprise that he’s hard and needy now.

“Mommy…” he whines, having realised you’re awake, “mommy help!!!”

You smile and lean over, kissing his forehead and then shuffling up the bed so sit up against the headboard.

“Morning darling,” you say, “come sit in my lap, yeah? And then I’ll play with your pretty cock.”

He’s up in an instant. He gets caught in the blankets as he moves, ending up falling into your lap with his legs stuck in the blanket. You laugh at his antics but he whines and tears well in his eyes.

“Mommy!” He says, “mommy help, please?”

You shush him, feeling bad for laughing at him. He’s clearly feeling submissive and vulnerable and you should know better than to laugh when he’s like this. He’s always a little clumsy and unsteady when he’s feeling subby, his brain turning off and focusing only being a good boy.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, pushing the blankets off him, “there you go, all fixed! Come sit here now.”

He smiles then, quickly positioning himself on your lap, straddling you. He’s smiling at you, sitting comfortably in your lap with his cock forming a tent in his boxers. He’s wearing only his boxers and one of your sweaters, his hair still a mess and eyes still blinking out sleep.

“Hello,” you say, kissing his nose and putting your hands on his hips. He giggles, moving forward to get a proper kiss. Of course you kiss him back, giving your sweet boy a nice kiss and letting your hand trail down his back and slip under his boxers, squeezing his ass.

He squeaks into your mouth, mumbling “Mommy…” and blushing.

“What?” You ask, squeezing his ass again, “I can touch my good boy however I want, can’t I?”

He blushes and pulls away from the kiss, nodding and squirming in your lap.

“Yours?” He asks, though he already knows the answer. The little shit just loves to be owned.

“All mine,” you confirm, removing your hand from his ass and slipping it down the front of his boxers, cupping his cock.

He whines, bucking his hips into your hand and letting his head fall back. He’s always so sensitive in the morning, his cock already leaking in his boxers despite barely being touched.

You wonder how long he had been laying next to you before you woke up, how long he was desperate and horny beside you. You know he would never wake you for being horny, never wanting to bother his mommy.

But you’re awake now, and you’ll take good care of him.

“Alright,” you say, keeping your hand down his boxers, “take these off.”

He gets off you with shaky legs, falling onto his back and pushing his boxers down, not even getting off the bed. His cock springs free, just has hard as you expected and bright red at the tip. He throws his boxers off the side of the bed and quickly gets back on your lap. You don’t even have to ask him to.

“Good boy,” you praise, rubbing his thighs and leaning over to grab lube off the bedside table.

He whines at the praise, his cock twitching as he bucks his hips forward to try and get some friction. You just smile at him and kiss his cheeks, pouring some lube on your cock and kissing away the hiss that leaves him at the cold feeling.

“Mommy,” he whines, “cold!”

“Aw I’m sorry baby,” you say, quickly stroking his cock, “better?”

He doesn’t answer you, instead choosing to whine and cry as you stroke his cock. The poor thing is so sensitive and overwhelmed, tears quickly beginning to stream down his face. He hides his face in his sweater paws, crying out and shaking.

You strop stroking him, ignoring his disappointed whines and using your free hand to pull his hands away from his face.

“No hiding,” you say to him, “I’m stroking your pretty cock for you, so no hiding. Okay? I want to see that pretty face.”

He blushes, mumbling, “Sorry mommy,” and putting his hands on your shoulders.

“Good boy,” you tell him, starting to stroke his cock again.

He becomes a mess very quickly, tears running down his face freely now that he’s now trying to wipe them away. He shakes in your arms, dropping his head down onto your shoulder as his pleasure builds. You know he won’t last long, he never does in the mornings.

“Can I cum?” He asks, “please mommy? Please?”

On another day you might flip him over and edge him, maybe putting a little plug in to dial up the intensity.

But not now, not after the stressful weekend he’s had, and not after he crawled into your arms all soft and sleepy and asking for pleasure.

“Of course you can,” you tell him, kissing his cheek, “come nice and hard for me, yeah? Make a big mess.”

And he does.

He’s so sweet, cumming all over your hand and your sweater he’s wearing, legs shaking as his thighs squeeze around you. He cries against you, body shaking and shivering through the aftershocks, a few more dribbles of cum leaking out his cock before he’s whining and trying to get away from your hand.

You remove your hand from his cock, not wanting to overstimulate him get. The moment you take your hand away, he’s opening his mouth, sticking his tongue out and holding out one of his hands

You silently put your hand palm up on his hand, letting him take it and lick it clean. He picks your palm and wrist, removing all the cum and then suckles on each of your fingers individually, cleaning it all up and smiling when he’s done.

He’s a good boy, always cleaning up his messes.

“Thank you,” you tell him, opening your arms to let him dive in. He needs to be cleaned too, and you have to wash your hand properly of course.

But first he needs his cuddles.

He’s always sensitive after an orgasm, always a little weak and shaky and unhappy with being left alone. So he gets gets first. You don’t care if you end up messier by the end of the cuddles, anything to make him happy.

You know he’s ready when he pulls away from you, mumbling a thank you and then letting you gently push him off your lap. He falls onto his back, sprawling out like starfish as you get up to go to the bathroom.

You clean your hands and then get a warm washcloth to wipe Charles with.

You take your time in wiping his cock, cleaning around his groin and balls, making sure there’s no cum and lube left. He lets out little whines as you clean him, still sensitive. You just kiss his thigh when he whines and carry on cleaning him.

The cloth gets chucked in the basin and then it’s time for more cuddles.

You lay flat down on the bed, opening your arms for him to crawl into. He ends up laying on top of you, legs between yours and his arms crossed over your chest to rest his head.

“Thank you mommy,” he says, words a little slurred.

You cup his cheek, “Of course darling. Only the best for my boy.”

He smiles, turning his head to nuzzle into your hand and kissing your palm. You can tell he’s getting tired again, and since you have the whole day, you tell him he can take a nap on your chest, that you’ll wake him for breakfast.

You know he’ll wake himself in half an hour or so, once again horny but this time he’ll be desperate for permission to shuffle down the bed and make you feel good.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months

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Just One Look

Series Masterlist

Warnings: dark elements but nothing too graphic in this one.

Please leave me some feedback either in a reblog or an ask! Likes are always appreciated as well. You know I love yall and hell yeah, you love Professor Steve.

You sit against the wall, perched in a nest of textbooks, notes, and your laptop. Jensen's small bed has become HQ for your operation; cramming for final exams until your head splits.

You flutter back and forth, jotting down notes, scrolling through articles on the screen, furrowing your brow until your head hurts. You're encased in your fastidious fit as the door opens, barely breaking through the shell of your focus. It isn't until Jensen says your name that you manage to tear yourself away.

"Hey," you smile at him as the smell of caramel fills the room, two tall cups in a cardboard tray in his hand, "what's all this?"

"I told you. Recharge time," he grins, "and a few extra goodies."

He wiggles free one cup and hands it over, then takes one of the paper bags and sets in beside your laptop.

"Ugh, I'm gonna be so fat," you bemoan, not really bothered by the extra sugar.

"Me too," he sits on the edge of the bed, "so, how's it going? Are you an expert yet?"

"Shut up," you stick your tongue out, "you and your photographic memory."

"Hey, the lord blessed me in many ways," he winks before he takes a sip of his coffee.

"Oh my god, you're a dweeb."

"Well, I was talking about you," he smirks, "but also yes, there is a lot of Jensen to go around."

"Right," you roll your eyes and giggle, "stop trying to distract me."

"I'm not distracting you, I'm teasing you. The difference is that while you're sitting there trying to focus on English Lit or whatever dead guy you're reading about, you're fighting not to think about what's in my jeans--"

You grab your copy of Wuthering Heights and throw it at him. He deflects it as he stands, cackling as you feel your cheeks burning. He barely keeps from dribbling coffee down himself as he strikes a pose.

"So shirt on or off."

"Really! I don't have time for this, Jen."

"Ah, come on, we both know you're gonna ace this shit," he flexes his chest, giving it a look as he watches his tee strain, "and I mean... I'm into the whole bookworm thing you got going on right now."

"Stop!" You shout.

"Alright, alright," he relents, showing a palm as he takes another gulp, "I'll wait... I've waited this long."

"I'm sorry, Jake," you sit back and peel away the plastic tab on the lid, "I'm not meaning to... make you wait. It's just I've been so busy and tired and stressed and--"

"I'm not complaining. Waiting makes the heart grow fonder. That's Dickens, right?"

"I think it's a proverb but I don't know," you shrug, "still, it's not that I don't want to... do stuff it's... I'm... nervous."

He looks down and arches a brow, "heh, me too. I know I talk a big game but, yeah."

"Let's just let it happen whenever it does... oh, did I mention, I'm staying on campus for the holiday. Trip home is too expensive."

"Really? That's great."

"Great?" You wonder.

"Yeah, I didn't feel much like seeing my dad, anyway. He just likes to ask me why I didn't get a football scholarship. And the divorce is a bit intense."

"You don't have to stay for me--"

"Nah, really, you're giving me a solid excuse," he pulls up the rolling chair from his desk and sits, "and I mean, I can't think of a better way to enjoy my time off."

"Uh, yeah, awesome," you smile, pushing your shoulders up bashfully, "well, if I even make it through exams."

📖

Your nerves swirl in your stomach. It's not just your usual pre-exam jitters, but the prospect of seeing Steve --Professor Rogers, after your last encounter. You keep your chin tucked down as you join the queue waiting outside the exam room, hugging your purse strap as you sway back and forth.

Rogers appears down the hall, greeting students by name, as he struts down to unlock the room and props the door open. You wait until a few others part from the wall to join the building wave of bodies shuffling inside. As you pass the professor, he sniffs, almost a tut, as if to deride you in particular.

You leave your bag along the front and find a seat along one of the curved rows. The professor waits for the clock to run out as he hands out the examinations, row by row, then starts the usual explanation of the rules, time limit, et cetera. You fidget in your seat, passing down the stack of papers for the next person to take one. You just want this to be done with.

As Professor Rogers calls for you to begin, you put your head down and flip the front page. You're ready. Your confidence in the material isn't undercut by the controversy. You won't let it.

Your hand hurts with the tightness of your endless scrawl. Short answer, then the big essay. The hall is silent and thick with the tension of students sighing and yawning over their finals.

You stop to think about your final argument and lift your head without thinking. You scrunch your brow and nose as you try to untangle the words in your head and your eyes meet Rogers'. You're shaken by the intensity of his stare. He doesn't move, he doesn't look away, his attention bores into you and has you cowering over the paper.

Fuck. He's definitely still upset. Well, so are you. He screwed you out of an income. You just hope you hear back from the tea shop about your resume. It's your last hope outside of commuting to the nearest McDonalds to sling burgers.

You shake it off, or try to. You finish the last portion of the essay but don't get up right away. You don't want to be the first to leave. You also don't want to walk up to Rogers alone.

So you wait, pretending to read over your booklet until you send a shadow rise from down the next row. You watch patiently. The first inspires a second and you get up, sidling down to the aisle to follow the trickle of students. You approach Rogers and hold out your booklet. He stares at it a moment before he takes it and flips to the first page, reading the first question.

He finally looks up as you start to back away, "good luck."

His words hang in the air and you flinch. The stone in his eyes crushes you. There's something in them, a promise, a threat. You back up and turn, fighting to stay calm as you reclaim your bag from against the wall.

At least it's over.

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suuyua · 11 months

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Baby WELCOME HOME you're so good

I have a request but if you don't like it please feel free to refuse it 🙏

All bratty switchy pretty han and felix + fem reader

Got their dirty mouths you know

Whatever on your mind about the for real I'll it eat up

OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST 😭 my mind has literally been empty

MDNI 18+ || SMUT

warnings: profanity use, hair pulling, switch!reader leaning towards dom in this fic, brat taming, poly, switch!han, sub!felix, f!reader

a/n: IM SORRY ANON i just did sub!lix 😭 i cant come up with any ideas for switch lix /IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG 😭😭

The loud sound of a door slamming resonated through the bedroom, causing the poor boy laying on the bed to jump towards the nearby couch, startled by the sudden commotion. felix, who had been scrolling peacefully on his phone moments ago, watched as you barged into the room, han's wrist in your tight grasp. a shit-eating smirk donned han's face, raising the temperature of your already boiling blood.

a shiver ran through felix as he looked at you, your eyes piercing him with ice that seemed to increasingly solidify with each passing second.

well, whose fault was it that your two boyfriends decided to be a big fucking bitch on your one day off? the one day you could finally get some rest and watch some shows was disturbed by the infuriating boys, whether it was waking you up incredibly early pestering you for attention, clinging to you while you tried to cook a nice lunch, or teasingly moaning into your ear as you were gaming. when han had jokingly made a comment about how cold you were being today after felix left the room, your last string snapped.

you pushed han on the bed, mattress sinking under the pressure of both your weights. within a second, you felt hands around your waist, and suddenly your earlier position was now taken by the boy who was just under you a few moments ago. still in a stunned state, you felt his lips come in contact with your neck, sucking and biting.

a particularly harsh sting on your collarbone snapped you out of your daze, whipping han's body around. His eyes glared at your matching pair, silently battling for control. felix watched from the corner, nervously gulping when he came to the realization that you would be harsher with him, because he had took the initiative and definitely badgered you more than han.

as if reading his mind, your eyes slowly traveled to felix. the boy looked hurriedly, irritating you further. "baby," you cooed, honey dripping from your voice, "where did all that confidence from earlier go?" No reply. he swallowed, the slight movement of his adam's apple evident.

you glowered at han, then advanced towards felix, but not without sucking a mark into han's neck. the unexpected action caused the boy to let out a sharp gasp, body jolting. his mouth parted, as if to say something to your retreating figure, but rolled his eyes at you instead as you turned back to scowl at him. "I knew you don't have what it takes," he mockingly called out after you. Oh you would kill him for that later, but right now you needed to deal with your other boyfriend.

focusing your attention on felix, you could plainly see his growing erection. "i didn't even do anything yet," you raise an eyebrow. The flustered boy in front of you let out a series of stutters, trying to cover himself up, shying away from your gaze when he grasped the fact that he couldn't.

He seemed to regain some of his brattish personality, cocking his head to the side to look at you, "sure, but no one touched you either," he stated casually, eyeing your slightly stained shorts. A bitter laugh escaped your lips, before narrowing your eyes at him. Fingers abruptly flew to his soft blue locks, tugging back on them. his head fell back, landing on your shoulder. a soft moan flew out his pretty lips, music to anyone's ears. not that they could ever hear him making that sound.

releasing his now-messy hair, you led him to the bed, sharing kisses along the way. your lips trailed down his neck, marking your way further down.

a whine coming from beside you halted your actions, as you glanced to the side to see a pouty han, dissatisfaction plainly displayed on his face. "didn't he already get enough attention?" he grumbled, looking over at a dazed felix. han stared at you, deep chocolaty eyes blown wide with lust, and slightly wet hair from showering earlier curled a bit at the ends. you ignored him, setting your focus back on felix, hoping that han didn't notice the effect he had just made on you.

as your lips trailed down to felix's abdomen, the feeling of your undergarments being discarded caused you to swiftly whip your head around to stare at the boy responsible for it. "what?" han snickered, "i'm just helping."

he began making advances to strip, yelping as you stopped him with a harsh pull. He was now closer to you and felix, close enough for you to touch both of them. the feeling of felix rubbing against you snapped you out of your hazy state as you laid a hand down firmly on his toned body, pressing him down enough to stop his movements. a loud whine came from below you, and you looked down to see felix gazing at you, doe eyes wide. "move already," he complained, once again attempting to rut his hips up. lips tugging into a frown, dissatisfaction was clearly displayed on your face. your hips for started to roll, dragging a deep groan out from felix. "keep being a bitch and i'll stop moving," you scoffed. you wouldn't. "i won't!" the response was instantaneous, "i'll be good!" Once you got the response you wanted to hear, your eyes met han's, silently clashing for power. his soft lips suddenly met yours, catching you off guard. your hand shot up, coming in contact with his jaw. startled, han's lips parted, allowing you to slide your tongue in.

BYE IM SORRY I HAVE TO CUT THIS OFF BUT LESS THAN A WEEK INTO THIS BLOG AND I ALREADY GOT WRITERS BLOCK😭 ill finish it in the future maybe? shjdsbs id just feel bad if i never answered this requesf so have this for now 🫶🫶

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cowgurrrl · 1 year

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Kiwi

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: as I was writing this, I proclaimed in the most southern accent, “now we’re cookin’ with peanut oil!” so do that with that

Summary: Joel goes home for a month. You stay in California to work. What could possibly go wrong? [3.8k]

Warnings: HEAVILY implied casting couch culture, brief allusion to creepy Hollywood producers, yearning, I can’t think of anything else!!

Boarding my flight now.

Thanks for letting me know?

Well, I texted my mama to let her know, and she told me to text "that girlfriend of mine."

Doesn't sound like she's a huge fan.

She'll live.

You like the message and go to put your phone away when it buzzes again.

Is it weird that I kinda miss talking to you?

You smile and ignore your name being called over the intercom for another beat.

There are a lot of weird things about you, Joel Miller, but that one feels the most normal.

Text me when you land in Austin. Tell your mom I said hi.

You tuck your phone away, fighting the stupid smile on your face, and look up to see a pissed-off PA walking towards you. You apologize and half jog to the sound stage where Ryan is waiting.

"The perfect punctual queen is late for once? Is the world going to shit?" He asks, and you slap his arm.

"People are allowed to be late."

"Does your lateness have anything to do with your boy toy?"

"Are you ever gonna call him by his name?" You ask. He senses that you're stalling his question and take a deep breath. "Joel is flying home to Texas today to visit family and get some work done. He'll be gone for a month."

"Oh, how will you ever survive?" He pouts, and you give him a look. The director calling for places stops you from responding, but you threaten him with the promise of picking up the conversation later.

You don't ever get to tell him off for suggesting that you can't live without Joel being in the same state because of how late shooting goes. It might've been exhaustion, but you swore that you saw the sun starting to rise over the horizon by the time you finally got to leave. You knocked out a good chunk of the scenes you were still working on, which is great news, but you were mentally and physically drained. You slept most of the next day and missed Joel's messages from one whole time zone away.

Landed.

Jesus Christ, I forgot how hot it is here.

My mama told me to ask you if you go to church since she doesn't believe me.

Attached: Two photos

You laugh as you sleepily scroll through his texts when you wake up mid-afternoon, feeling a little bit better from your long night. One of the pictures he sent is of him sitting in the cab of an old truck with the caption, "This was my first car. I can't convince my dad to sell the damn thing." The second is a blurry photo of a blue-looking weed on the side of the road surrounded by what looks like thousands of other blue weeds. "Turns out the state flower will literally grow anywhere besides in a pot in my house."

A) I'm glad you made it in safely. B) Isn't Texas the armpit of the South? C) I don't go to church, and I never have, but please feel free to lie to her. D) I can imagine a young, emo Joel Miller driving it now.

He reads your messages almost as soon as they deliver, and your screen lights up with his initials as he calls you. You yawn as you pick up and hear chatter in the background of wherever he is.

"First of all," he starts in a determined tone. "Texas ain't the armpit of the South. That's South Carolina." He says. He hasn't even been in Texas for forty-eight hours, and his accent is already thick again.

"My mistake," you laugh. "Did you have another point, or was that it?"

"Second of all, why d'you sound so tired?"

"Obviously, I was out partying with strange men all night."

"Really?" He asks, and you scoff.

"No, Joel. Filming went really late yesterday. I don't think I got home until six this morning."

"Sounds intense."

"Not as intense as being interrogated by your mother," you say, and he hums. You hear someone laughing in the background and relish in the joy that you're not there to witness. He doesn't say anything for a minute, and you wonder if the line dropped, but when you pull the phone away from your face, you see the call is still active. "You really miss me so much that you called me just to sit on the line?"

"Maybe I did." He says. You take a deep breath and glance at the clock on your bedside table. He's two hours ahead. The sun must be setting by now, casting gorgeous rays onto his skin and making his eyes look amber. You wonder what Texas air does to Joel's soul. Maybe it soothes him like only an old baby blanket can. Maybe it makes him jumpy, like he's waiting for a clap of thunder that never comes. Maybe it makes him wonder why he left in the first place. You wish you could be there to read his expression and try to decipher what he's thinking. Someone calls Joel's name in the background, and you hear him shuffle with the phone, probably covering the microphone with his hand because the voices become muffled. When the phone comes back to his ear, he takes a deep breath, and you do the same. "I gotta go. Can I call you tomorrow?" He asks.

"I'm counting on it, Miller." You say, and he laughs before mumbling a good night and hanging up the phone.

After that, it becomes a habit for Joel to call you every day from Texas. He'll tell you different stories about his parents, how Austin has changed since he left, and update you on how the newest album is coming. He listens to you rant about work, how tired you are, and how frustrated you always get toward the end of a project. Sometimes the conversations last ten minutes, and sometimes they last hours. One night, you fell asleep on the phone with him because he was trying to get your opinion on a new song, but you had spent the day filming the scene of your character giving birth, which was tiring in its own right. He doesn't chide you for it. He just sends you a goodnight text and promises to call you the following night.

You hate to admit it, but production speeds up with Joel out of town. You end up wrapping your scenes a week early while Ryan still has another couple of days of filming his scenes. You'll probably get called back in for reshoots in a few months, but you feel really good about the work you put out there, and you finally get the chance to rest before Melanie sends you more scripts to read over. You send Joel a photo of your open laptop and a glass of wine next to it as the California sun sets over your balcony.

Wrap parties are looking different as I get older.

Don't worry. I'm sure you'll still be a drunk, no matter how old.

Asshole.

Lashing out is the first sign of a bigger problem. I think I should call Melanie.

You laugh and search for the middle finger emoji when he sends you another text.

Paul got me on the list for some charity event this Saturday. Want to come with me? He said it'd probably be better to get some more dates in sooner rather than later.

The reminder that this is all fake shifts your entire mood. Of course, it's always lingering in your mind, but the texting didn't feel fake. The late-night calls didn't feel fake. He didn't feel fake. In fact, this is the first time you feel like you have a sliver of an idea as to who Joel Miller actually is when he isn't selling out world tours and recording platinum albums. It's stupid for you to feel this way. You have no reason to. No right. You take a deep breath and type out a message.

Sure.

On Friday, you drive to the airport to pick Joel up, creating an over-the-top scene of you running and jumping into his arms. His hat falls off his head and onto the ground as he catches you and kisses you sweetly. When he sets you back on the ground, he doesn't let you go right away. He lingers in your arms, and even though your feelings are still hurt and you're still trying to remind yourself that this is all fake, you let him. He smells like a detergent you don't recognize, but underneath that, you catch a whiff of the cologne he always wears. You rub his back as you hold him in the middle of the airport.

"'S really good to see your face," he says into your neck, and you nod.

"You too."

As you drive him home, he brings you up to speed on how the album is coming along and how different Texas was when he was there. You tell him about the last few days on set and an upcoming press junket in New York City. He lights up when you tell him the dates as you maneuver through LA traffic.

"I'm scheduled to go to New York to work with my sound mixer that same time. He's got his own studio out there now and knows more about it than I do," he says. "Maybe we can fly together? Make it look like a couple's trip?"

"Sure," you say. He furrows his eyebrows at your lack of excitement, and you scramble for something else to talk about. "How are your parents?" You ask. The rest of the ride to his house goes off without a hitch, and he kisses you again as he gets out of the car, both of you highly aware of the car full of paparazzi that's been tailing you since you left the airport. He promises to pick you up at five the following night, and you just nod. When you get home, you walk calmly into your house, lock the door, and scream.

Joel's hand is in yours as you wait for your turn to walk the carpet. You're not sure why there's a red carpet at a charity event, but you're not about to throw a fit about it. Joel is wearing a sleek black suit, and you're matching with a long black dress. It's a low-cut backless dress, and a sparkly necklace your stylist picked out rests against your sternum. Joel taps your hand, and you look at him.

"You okay?" He asks. He looks worried as he steps between you and the wall of photographers waiting for you to stand and pose perfectly for their photos. "You've been quiet the past few days."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired. I think I'm still recovering from that last week of filming."

"Are you sure you're not gettin' sick?" He asks, raising his other hand to your cheeks like he's checking your temperature. You smile half-heartedly and swat his hand away.

"I'm sure," you say. He tries to say more, but someone with a clipboard gets your attention and asks if you're ready. You nod and step onto the carpet, holding Joel's hand. The press erupts into a cloud of noise, startling you and making Joel laugh. You slap his chest and plaster on your rehearsed smile. You do your best to look where all the photographers are yelling at you to look and try different poses so they can get what they need. Everyone has to make a living, you suppose. You just wish their salary wasn't at the expense of your privacy.

You get halfway down the carpet, taking pictures as a couple and some solo shots, before one of the photographers yells a new command. "Can we get a kiss?" He shouts. You pretend not to hear him and show off how the dress dips down your back, hugging you in all the right places. Still, the photographer is demanding a kiss, and now others have joined in too. It feels very "dance, monkey, dance," but you do your best to grit your teeth and smile. You catch Joel staring at you when you turn. It could be the flashing bulbs of cameras or how he's looking at you, but his eyes are sparkling, and the creases in the corners make you melt just a little.

You hold out your hand for him to join you, which he happily obliges, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close enough for him to kiss your temple. "You alright?" He asks against your skin as you rest a hand on his chest and look up at him. You nod and glance between his eyes and his lips. The chorus of people practically begging for a picture of you two kissing is growing, and you raise your eyebrows at him.

"You gonna keep them waiting, or are you gonna kiss me?" You ask, the playful lilt reserved for him returning to your voice. He gives you a look and smirks before leaning down a pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Everyone ooh's and aw's at you two, but you only care about how fast his heartbeat is against your palm. You want to blame it on the anxiety of walking the carpet and having people scream at you to do whatever they want. No, you have to blame it on that. There's no other option.

When you finally get inside, Joel gets you a glass of wine and a mixed drink for himself. The event is sweet and goes by quickly as you listen to people talk about something they're so passionate about. You decide to donate some money under an anonymous name once you are all excused to the reception, where there's food, more alcohol, and dancing. Joel leaves your side to catch up with some musician buddies, kissing your cheek before disappearing into the crowd.

You nurse your wine as people you've never met start conversations with you. They're all polite and ask about your newest project, how LA's been treating you, and what's up next for you. You can't reveal much due to the NDA you signed at the beginning of shooting, but you tell them how excited you are for them to be able to see it and admit you've got some auditions lined up in the coming weeks. You've probably given the same answers to a handful of different people when you realize you're out of wine and Joel is still missing. You scan the room for him, but you can't find him. That's fine, you think. It's not like he's obligated to stick to my side at all times. He can have his own life.

You sigh as you belly up to the bar and order another glass of wine. You almost make it a double when someone taps your arm, making you turn. "I don't mean to interrupt, but you look exquisite tonight. I just thought you should know," ultra-famous producer Richard Pike tells you. You blink at him, your brain struggling to catch up with the fact that one of the men who's made the most award-winning films in the past twenty years just noticed you. "I know everyone has probably told you that tonight, but-"

"Oh, no. Thank you. I'm sorry. I was just a little starstruck right then," you apologize before holding your hand out to introduce yourself. He takes your hand and kisses the top of it. It's very dramatic, but this is Hollywood we're talking about. Your glass of wine arrives, and he pays the bartender before you can even reach for your purse.

"Women as gorgeous as you should never have to pay for a drink. Ever." He says, and you laugh.

"I mean, I won't argue with you on that," you say, taking your glass in your hand to clink it against his glass of scotch. "Thank you, Mr. Pike."

"Please, call me Richard," he insists. "You just finished another movie, didn't you? You're a very busy girl."

"Yes, sir. I'm already looking for new projects to audition for."

"Oh, I remember when I had actors audition. See, that was before I started writing roles for specific actors. Some people call that crude or playing favorites, but it hasn't failed me yet."

"No, sir, it hasn't."

"So formal! Yes, sir! No, sir! Are you like this with everyone?" He asks as he takes a big swig of his drink.

"Just people who can cast me," you say. You're partially joking, but it's enough for him. He laughs, and his hand lands perfectly on your exposed back as he cackles loudly. You force yourself to laugh along with him and suddenly get that sinking feeling in your chest. Everybody seems to strategically look away from you two at the bar, and you want to be anywhere but here.

"You know, I've seen a few of your movies," he says, getting close to your face like he's telling you a secret. "I think you've got a lot of potential. With just a little coaching and one great role," his hand dips lower down your back, and you freeze. Ice water runs through your veins, and everything is screaming at you to run away, but your heels stay planted against the expensive hardwood. "We'll make an Oscar winner of you yet."

"Excuse me," a familiar drawl says behind you. You both turn and make eye contact with Joel. "May I steal my girlfriend for a dance? I promised her one on the way over." He asks, but he's already wrapping an arm around your waist, ready to pull you away. The hand on your back disappears and claps Joel on the shoulder.

"Of course! You take good care of this one!"

"Yes, sir," Joel says as he pulls you to the dance floor. Your heart is still beating in your throat, and you feel like you could cry, but Joel's looking at you with such kindness. You find safety in him as you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly sway with him, the soft material of his dress shirt calming you down. He waits until Pike is out of earshot to lean down to talk in your ear. "Now, I know you don't need me savin' you like that. Are you sure you're okay?"

"He's one of the biggest producers in Hollywood. He could tank my career in a single email. You want to be the one to yell at him?" You ask. "If I said or did something, he would've doubled down, but he respects you more. He backed off because, in his mind, I belong to you."

"How do you know?"

"I've dealt with people like him before. They're all the same old men who think they can offer you a legacy on a silver platter if you fuck them. I've gotten enough advice from other actors to know how to handle them. Let them get touchy but find an out before it can go too far. Stroke their egos so they feel good about themselves. Basically, do whatever to keep you and your career safe."

"I thought stuff like that didn't happen anymore."

"You and everyone else in the world. Things don't just magically change because one guy goes to jail." You sigh.

"I'm sorry," he says, and you shake your head.

"It's fine."

"No, it's not. You shouldn't have to deal with that."

"It was one of the first things people told me when I started. They said it was something I might just have to… endure but that the weight would get easier to carry. One actress even told me that it was the price we have to pay because everyone wants to be us," you chuckle. He doesn't interrupt you; he just stares at you with apologetic eyes like he would take this burden from you if he could. You almost believe him. "I don't think that's true. I think most people would hand this lifestyle in the second it got too real."

"What would you do if you weren't an actor?" He asks, and you shrug.

"I always thought about being a teacher. Sure, the pay is shit, and the work is thankless, but kids are our future, you know? There's something really special about shaping young minds."

"Sounds nice."

"What about you? What would you do if you weren't doing this?"

"Probably something with my hands. I worked as a mechanic for a while, and I really liked that. I liked how it was a big puzzle that needed to get sorted out and fixed up."

"Why'd you stop?" You ask.

"I needed to grow up. My dad owned a contracting company, so I worked with him until I saved up enough to record my first album. And that was that."

"It's crazy how we fought so hard to get to where we are, and now that we're here, it's..." You trail off, trying to figure out what you want to say.

"Terrifying?" He suggests, and you nod. "Yeah, I'm terrified every second of every day."

"You don't act like it."

"I don't act like a lot of things that I should," he says. He stares at you so intently that the rest of the world fades away. You don't hear the song die down or the applause erupt around you as the band takes a bow. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest. You know how crazed it is. He wets his lips before stepping back and trailing his eyes down your dress and back up to your face like he's taking you in for the first time. "You really do look beautiful tonight." You swallow around the lump in your throat and smooth your hands down your dress, suddenly self-conscious.

"Thank you." You mumble.

Pictures of you two kissing on the carpet and dancing inside are circulating online before you even leave the event. You wake up to a huge batch of texts— one from your mom, two from Joel, six from Ryan, and one from Melanie about your trip to New York that you barely read. You would've stayed in bed wallowing in your own bad luck if there wasn't a sharp knock on your door. You groan the whole way down the stairs like it will help you greet whoever has decided to show up at your house at eight in the morning, but nobody's there when you open the door.

Instead, a bouquet of flowers in a lovely vase sits on your mat with a note sticking out. You glance down your street and barely catch a delivery truck turning down the block. You carefully take the flowers into your kitchen before plucking the note between the petals.

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl - JM

(PS bought these of my own volition)

"Goddammit," you mutter under your breath as you think about his lips on yours, his soft shirt, and his stupid fucking, "I don't act like a lot of things I should."

#one for the money two for the show #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller the last of us #joel miller au #tlou au #the last of us au #rockstar!joel miller #rockstar!au #joel miller x female reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #I promise Sarah and Ellie are going to make an appearance soon 🫶

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rockybloo · 2 months

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I'mma be so real here and I know some people are gonna read this and probably unfollow or look at my different but like--the older the get, the more I adopt a "Don't like, don't read" mentality about fictional shit.

I don't condone the ducked up fictional content but at the same time, I do not want to waste my breath and time making a callout post or dogging on someone trying to convince them to knock their fiction off because 9 times out of 10, shit does not work. It's better to just be like "yo--this person makes fucked up shit" so people know and leave it at that.

Humans have free will and if someone wants to be gross, they will be gross. There are tons of other people who ain't nasty online that deserve the attention more.

All I ask is that people that make nasty content put a warning on that shit so I know to keep scrolling past it because I HATE when people trick others into some gross stuff or don't label it.

I think this whole "proshipper vs anti" shit is really stupid and the titles are really needless because they do not explain SHIT. I do not know what you create if you are a proshipper and I damn well do not know what you create if you are an anti. People have gotten into debates about what a "proshipper" even fuckin' is. At this point--I see both labels and I feel unease.

Just tell my ass straight up what you produce so I can leave your ass alone.

It sucks too because the need to be on top of everyone and blast away fictional creations people deep problematic wind up reflecting back on people who create stuff that ain't even that bad but, because it's not 100% squeaky clean, are on a tight rope walk.

I know I've said statements about how insane Bitterbat gets with Sweetheart and have used phrases that, I GUESS, sounded super close to how people that create dead dove content do their stuff and I had people who have sent in asks immediately on defensive about what I meant.

I think there was once an inbox ask that questioned if I had any gross stuff planned for Glitter and Guilt because "people deserve to know that shit" and I had to explain that the reason I describe Bitterbat and Sweetheart's relationship the way I do is because it is unhinged 100% but it's also consensual.

But because I use more "intense" terms for their interactions, some people are prepped to immediately chuck me into the problematic corner.

And I do not doubt that once we get into the deeper aspects of Bitterbat and Sweetheart's relationship and how much of his fuck shit Sweetheart is into and loves, I am gonna 100% get people calling me a weirdo or a condoner for stalking behavior or a creep (the list goes on) JUST because I wanted to make Bitterbat a yandere flavor of character who got the girl because she fucks with his crazy shit.

I am just so tired man.

#rocky rambles

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mindyourownbiscuitss · 4 months

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Fans of GD have this idea of who she, this grand person, but she was human and very flawed. Nothing wrong with that but both the character and her fans don't seem to realize this. If she did not get her way, she didn't want it. She had the love and the support but SHE choose to walk away, what happens after she left is not others fault.

Also, I agree with you, let people enjoy what they want. One, these are fictional characters, so to get pressed and angry over a fictional world is ridiculous. Two, it's not hard to ignore and scroll on by. Let people enjoy what they want, don't be an @ss about it. To those angry (both in CF and PD) talk about your ships favorite scenes or moments with your own fandom. Believe me, its more fun to talk about things you love than things that make you angry.

*Sorry to go off in your asks but I'm just so annoyed with some people in the fandom.

The thing that really pisses me off as far as the D@wsey of it all, is that most of their fans are also fans of Upste@d and see no issue with the hypocrisy of Halstead being able to move on but not Casey. They like to bring up "girl code" as if it actually matters. Maybe if Gabby didn't do what she did to both Casey and Brett, as far as leaving and not keeping in touch (especially with Brett), and generally being an awful wife and best friend at the end, it'd be different. These same people that love Gabby hate Erin for doing practically the same thing to Halstead. Gabby was worse, imo, because she was married! So, how exactly is it fair for Halstead to move on but not Casey? I don't give a damn if it's only because Gabby and Brett were supposed "best friends". They're not anymore, and probably never really were. Kidd and Foster (god do I miss Foster, even if I love Violet) are her actual best friends. Like I said, I don't hate Gabby, and I wish the writers knew how to write characters off without ruining them (though I think them writing Gabby off the way they did was because Haas was trying to convince Monica to stay until the very last minute), but her fans drive me insane. Also, this rant may be because Twitter (fuck X) now doesn't block the tweets of people you block anymore and I see the toxic side of that fandom again.

And thank you! I might be ranting in general here, but I've never once said anything to anyone about who they ship, even if I'm not a fan of that ship. I never will. How hard it is to not go into the tags of other ships and talk shit and actually tweet directly at those shippers? I feel for them, but when I thought Brettsey had no hope, I stayed away from Fire and read fanfic. It was a much more pleasant experience not interacting with something that mad me sad, or mad.

Feel free to rant and talk all you want about it! This is my outlet for that because no one else watches Fire that I know besides my parents. My mom isn't that invested anymore and my dad likes everything no matter how bad it gets, lmao.

#brettsey #ask #anon #anonymous

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sunsetrubdowns · 5 months

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Also. Hi. I remembered I can talk as much as I want to on here. Do you want to hear about this guy I kind of broke up with but kind of wasnt really dating to begin with and will probably have to break up with again for good measure. This actually turned into an insanely long post because it's an insane situation so I'm putting it under a cut because I love you and your scrolling experience and it's probably incoherent anyways

So. Well you may or may not be aware but I was couch surfing for like 3 weeks in September and a friend of mine who I met through work helped me out a lot with moving my stuff out of my apartment and into storage and helping me get my shit together. And in the weeks leading up to me moving out/while I was homeless we spent a lot of time together (like. Pretty much every day LOL) because I needed to be constantly distracted and he apparently had all the free time in the world. Cool!

Now it's important to give the context that he had asked me out back in like June and I said no because not only did I think we had very little chemistry and he was very needy but ALSO I was going through one of the worst depressive periods in my life. Really just was not the vibe at the time. Also my read on the situation was 100% correct like I was right about everything lol.

So you know obviously I'm aware that he has a little crush on me this whole time but I'm in a truly delusional headspace where I'm like well this is not so bad :) I'm having fun hanging out with him so whatever happens, happens :). And what happens is that WHILE I am still homeless we end up having a little feelings talk where I'm like well this is nice but I've kind of got a lot going on right now and I need to settle my life situation out before I'm comfortable getting into anything official or serious. And he's like yeah I totally understand that. But then maybe a week later after I secure and move into my place he IMMEDIATELY. And I mean like immediately. Starts calling me his girlfriend. Not to me but to other people. Like going around to my coworkers and people at work to be like btw we're together now :). Which made me kind of uncomfortable but I just brushed it off because I am a huuuuuge pushover and I was like, sure I guess we're together. Even though I'm very private about my personal life and it took me like a good month to refer to him as my boyfriend out loud and I didn't even MENTION him to my best friends (hi besties) for a couple weeks after that. Because I was like damn I don't even know what to say. Also he never even attempted to do anything more than hold my hand a few times so we were still just hanging out the way we had been to begin with.

And THEN he started coming to the bowling alley where I work every single night and just like.... hanging around for hours and hours until we closed to drive me home (6 blocks away) and to talk to me while I'm working and on my breaks. And when he drove me home after work every SINGLE night he would park and walk me to my door and unless I was very clearly like yeahhh I'm exhausted Goodnight Bye :) he would often invite himself into my apartment just to hang around until I was like. Okay I have to go to bed because it's after 1am please leave. And it got to the point where I felt like I never had any time to myself and my social battery was constantly at 0 and I was also spending way more money than was within my budget because he was dragging me out to eat and do things constantly and to go to Disneyland and shit and also at the place where I work every single day and not leaving no matter how clearly Im like hey sorry I'm just. soooo tired right now and work is so busy etc. There were only THREE days in October that I had totally to myself. I could barely even find time to spend with my roommate I had just moved in with and he also was not really seeming to spend time with any of his own friends when he'd had an incredibly active social life like, just a month ago.

It was starting to really freak me out that I felt like he was trying to replace not only his previous long term girlfriend who broke up with him earlier this year but also his entire social circle. With lil old me. And I felt like he was trying to force a level of familiarity with me that simply was not there like... man you don't even KNOW me like that don't talk to me like you know me. Don't talk to me like you know me when you're also trying so hard all the time to like, impress me and prove something to me.

It got to the point by mid October that I was like desperate for time to myself to decompress and process things and most of my mental energy was going to trying to find ways to avoid him and scripting a breakup speech in my head. And instead of trying to talk to ME he would go into my workplace and try to ask my work friends. While they were working. For advice on what to do when I seemed distant or unhappy. And even though they really only ever told him to just communicate with me he decided to wait until the day before Halloween to be like "I realized that I was maybe doing to much by going to hang around your workplace every day and also it's been a month and a half but I want to officially ask you to be my girlfriend now :)" and was somehow genuinely shocked when I said no. And basically outlined everything I've said here to be like I need to be left alone or I'm going to kill myself a little bit so please leave me alone.

But it seems like what he took out of the conversation was "I need to take some naps and then I'll feel better and then we can go back to normal :)" because he just kept being like "how do you feel how are you doing you look better are you feeling rested" and continuing to go to my coworkers and my roommate at work and asking about me and show up at the bowling alley frequently and text me continually as I just brushed him off over and over and eventually stopped replying to his messages. Until finally last week I was working on a day I normally don't work and he came in and I, again, kind of brushed him off when he came to just like do small talk with me. So he went to my roommate who was also working to be like "oh I think I'm going to talk to them today we need to talk but I don't know if they just want to be left alone or not..." while she (blessed angel that she is) just refused to give him any real information. But then he just kept like, trying to chitchat with me while I was working so I started brushing him off again and he ended up going to my roommate AGAIN to vent about me. And then left and texted her all this stuff about how he doesn't know if I like him anymore but he's just going to leave me alone and try to get over me etc and how he's been so stressed over stuff with his parents etc etc and framing it as if HE is breaking things off with ME. But since then has continued to go to her to ask about me and talk about how he's trying to get over me and heartbreak and whatever and etc. But has not expressed anything at all to me personally in any capacity since I told him I needed space.

Meanwhile I've gone on multiple dates with someone I genuinely really like and who has slept over at my apartment multiple times LOL. And there are so many little details of weird shit that I've had to cut for time here but like genuinely what the hell man

Anyways have I mentioned that this man is 34 years old. Because he's 34 years old. And if you've read all this you are so cordially invited to share your thoughts and/or guess his chart placements in the replies. Funny as fuck situation that I'm in

#🍀#and now Ive made a tumblr post about it to get it all out. god bless america

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nightgoodomens · 3 months

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Do you have any advice on how to stay away from the bad takes and keep enjoying the good stuff? Some of my favorite blogs are now deactivated or they aren’t posting anymore and I don't think I've ever blocked so many people even in much bigger fandoms. Yet I still see things that are upsetting to the point where part of me wishes I had never joined this fandom

Hey lovely.

So I hit mental rock bottom here recently. The thing about me is that I tend to overthink and sometimes struggle to *stop* especially if I don’t have something significant to keep my brain busy with. Plus we all have our low days.

And I knew I had to step away. Everything was starting to upset me and make me wince. My brain couldn’t stop thinking of the crap I saw here. The fandom went to shit as well, let’s be honest, so that didn’t help. I wanted to deactivate and get lobotomy so I wouldn’t remember ever joining. I especially didn’t want my brain to know what people reduced so many scenes to. I couldn’t even look at Good Omens anymore. The joy was gone from every scene.

And that’s when I stepped away. No more AO3 - that’s where it’s easy to get hit with something that will trigger you. Instead when I have free time I write my own stories because it’s healing for me. And I do other hobbies.

Also I stopped scrolling through the dash as often. Once you stop interacting with certain things or talking about them then Tumblr will show you less of it. Is there anything else you’re interested in? Try to interact a bit with it so your dash starts mixing Good Omens with other things. And every time something triggers you - block. Even if it feels insignificant and you worry if you’re overreacting. It doesn’t matter. Block.

Twitter I nearly cleared from GO completely. Tumblr it’s the only place where I see it. When I specifically go to the dash.

Finally, I focused on other things. Don’t let Good Omens be the only thing you care/think about. It’s easy for many of us who have a problem with obsessing over things but once it becomes such a big part of your life, take a step back. This is why I usually refuse to join fandoms because it’s easier for me to watch/read something and move on because then I will quickly get over it - if instead you dive in, it’s like starting to fall deeper and deeper and oh it’s tragic for us.

It sucks how much this fandom has changed but unfortunately there’s nothing we can do about it. Stay within your circle, grab new fandoms, write, read books, watch movies, go for walks, game… fill your time with other things.

Good Omens can’t be the only thing anymore.

#NightGoodOmens answers #I hope this helps… at least a little

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mcity-xe · 1 year

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KEVIN DE BRUYNE (x reader) || Headcanon about the relationship between Kevin and the reader ✍︎

For more stories go to my MASTERLIST

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Request; yes (by @hwlj0, ty for the request love)

Note; as I wasnt given to much info on how this was wanted to writen, i just winged it ;) Also just so yk @hwlj0 i will write a part 2 of this so dont u worry bc for now this is only part 1, part 2 should be out by friday 🫶. In part 2 will be more about them being alone and with their friends while here i decided to write on how their days go when Kev has a match

I hope you all enjoy reading, and if you have a request, feel free to message me!

As well the readers the in this will be Amelie and shes Croatian:p

Enjoy, xx

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"Morning love.." a raspy voice greeted Amelie as she opened her eyes. "Hi Kev.." she murmured with half opened eyes to him, turning on her side to face him.

"Thead you sleep well?" Kevin asked his wife with a smile as he carefully combed her messy hair and played with it. "I could use some more sleep, y'know? I still feel dead." she whined as she hid her face in the crock of her husbands neck.

Kevin lightly laughed at his wife, amused by her antics. "Don't laugh!" she grinned at him, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. "Hey! Don't injure me just yet, I got a game today!" he joked back with a big smile.

"Awh shit..your game..nooooo...." Amelie whined even more, trying to get as close as humanly possible to her husband. "I tough we would have a lazy day.." she said, holding onto him.

Kevin just kissed her forehead, holding her close. "You'll be alright my lieve." he told her. "After my game is done I'm all your's." "You better be."

The two hold eachother close for the next 20-ish minutes, joking around and laughing together. Moments like these, Amelie loved. She loved the blissfull and domestic, calm moments with her Kevin and she will always chearish them.

The two rearly fought, only having 2 actual arguments in their 12 years of dating, and 3 years of marrige. Sure they had dissagreedments but they would always work them out with communication which was a key part of their relationship.

"Whats the time?" Kevin asked his wife, as their phones we're on her nighstand. She mummbled something inconheret before roalling away from his hold to get her phone.

"Kvragu.." the Croatian woman said in her first language as the screen light blinded her. "It's..uh..07:21 AM." Amelie informed Kevin before coming closer to him, and hugging him once more.

"Well I'll have to be there at 16:00 so we still got alot of time." he informed her before kissing her forehead once more. "Perfect." the woman purred in delight before closing her eyes once more.

Like that the couple fell asleep in bed again, holding eachother close.

TIMESKIP...

With a small groan, Kevin woke from his slumber. Peering his eyes open, he immidietly regreted it as the Sun blinded him.

It took him a minute or so before he got used to the sunlight. He sat up and looked to his left where his wife was. She was hugging his left thigh closely, while mumbleing in her sleep every few minutes.

Kevin smiled at her, while playing with her hair for sometime. Somehow he was able to get to his phone to check the time, which was 09:05 AM. For the next few minutes he scrolled thru his social media before deciding to get up and make breakfast.

It took him a few minutes to pry himself away from his wife as she had a strong hold on him, and he didn't want her to wake up. As he got up, he took the big Teaddy Bear plushy from the floor that the two have in their bed to cuddle with as well.

"Amelie must have kicked it off the bed in her sleep." he thought to himself with a smile. "That woman is always kicking and moving, even asleep."

Taking the bear, he put it next to Amelie and withing a few seconds Amelie latched onto it, holding it close like she hold Kevin close a few moments ago. Kissing her temple, he walked to their shared closet to take out some fresh and clean clothes.

He took a pair of grey nike sweatpants and a white tank top. Quickly changing he put his old clothes on the bean bag that was in the corner of their bedroom before leaving to go to the kitchen.

Once he entered the kitchen, Kevin took out a pan and two white plates while from the fridge he took 2 eggs.

He turned the stove on and put a bit of oil on the pan. Once the oil heated up he cracked the two eggs, making sure they cook perfectly while humming a random tune to himself.

Within the next few minutes the table was set and on it was already the breakfast that Kevin made. He cooked an egg for each of them as well toasted some bread in the toaster. Next to their plates were to glasses filled with Apple juice (Apple juice is so much better then OJ in Kevins opinion).

Kevin knew that Amelie would like the glasses as they each had a Disney Character design on them. His glass had Flin Ryder while Amelies glass had Repunzel, their favourite Disney characters.

Just as he was going to wake his wife, said wife entered the room, with her bunny slippers on her feet and an blue Man City planket wrapped around her. Amelies hair was a mess and you could see a bit of drool on her chin.

Kevin laughed out loud while being amused seeing the state of his wife. "Staaph.." she muttered out as she hugged her husband tight. Her husband just shook his head in amusment before kissing her forehead.

The two stood like that in the middle of the kitchen, just holding eachother for a few minutes, before sitting down to eat.

The married couple spent their morning together; eating, working out, laughing and having fun, talking about everything and anything.

As 15:00 o'clock came around Kevin had to leave soon, so he made his way to their shared bathroom to change his clothes, freeshen up and get ready to leave soon.

In the mean time, Amelie continued to read from where she left at. She started to read the Percy Jackson series written by Rick Riordan, and currently she was on the; "The Lightning Theif" book.

"Mon amour, I must go." the voice of her husband said from behind her. Looking up, she saw Kevin towering over her with a small smile on his face.

"I'll see you soon then my chéri." Amelie replied, kissing his lips. "Oui oui, see you very soon." Kevin said, kissing her once more before leaving home.

Taking her phone, the Croatian woman set the timer for 18:00. She would start getting ready then, and then around 18:30-18:45 she will leave to go to the stadium.

The boys we're playing today against Arsenal and she wanted to go support her husband and his teamates who were her friends.

Seeting the book aside she scrolled thru Twitter and Instagram, liking fans comments and posts as well just replying to haters. She and Kevin weren't bothered by the people who talked shit about them, hell the two would laugh together at the comments.

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@ user.01;

@ ami.debruyne is soo disgusting to me like what a fucking gold digger mate 🙄

|__ @ ami.debruyne replied;

The only thing disgusting here is that picture of your ORANGE highlights you posted a few nights ago sweetie xx

|__ @ user.02 replied;

HAGHAHAHAHA SLAYY AMI

|__ @ user.03 replied;

Ami is the person i want to be bc plssss she is so funny 😭💀

☁︎

@ ami.debruyne;

Good luck today boys! #gocity 🩵

☁︎

@ ami.debruyne;

I'm @ the famous Etihad 🫡🫡🫡

Send me questions bc I'm bored and I'm freezing my fucking ass off

|__ @ user. 03 replied;

I heard you can speak mulitple languages, so tell me, how many can you speak? 🫣

|__ @ ami.debruyne replied;

You heard correct, I can speak multiple languages!

I can speak Croatian (obvi my mother language)

English

Italian (bc I had alot of Italian family member from my mothers side 🫶🫶)

Spanish (i learned it bc to me it sounds something like Italian(

French (@ my highschool i learned it and i went to uni for two years before dropping out so i also learned it there)

other slavic languages (serbian, slovenian, etc. bc they are very similar to croatian :))

These are all the languages that I can speak fluently btw! I can understand Polish, Czechi and somewhat Russian but I cant speak them (saldy) (but Im planing to learn them bc i loveee languages 🫶)

|__ @ user.03 replied;

HOLY SHIT I FELL INLOVE WITH YOU EVEN MOREE 🫶🫶🫣🫣💐💐

|__ @ ami.debruyne replied;

🫶🫰🩵

|__ @ user.xx replied;

How long have you and Kevin been together?

|__ @ ami.debruyne replied;

Well i knew him dince i was 3 years old do we know eachother for 28 years now. We started dating at 19, and we got married once we were both 28! So we have been an couple for 12 years, while we are married for 3 years so far 🩵

|__ @ user.xx replied;

lmaoo u remind me of y/n (iykyk)

but im so happy for the both of youu 🩵🩵

|__ @ ami.debruyne replied;

awhhhh tyyyy alot 🩵🩵 (i know ;))

☁︎

@ ami.debruyne

WHAT AAA GAMEE, 4-1 WHOO

PROUD OF YOU BOYS

#gocity

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#manchester city #man city #mcfc #kevin de bruyne #kdb #football imagines #football x reader #kevin de bruyne x reader

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nirvanawrites111 · 2 years

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Title: Lust Galore (Seongjoong x Reader)

Word count: 5585

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader, Seonghwa x Reader

Summary: you’re a rapper and childhood bestie of Hongjoong. He comes to the states to help you with your mixtape.

Warnings: Smut, cum eating, she/her pronouns, unprotected sex, anal (f receiving), threesome, oral (everyone receiving), strip club visit, asshole Hongjoong.

Thanks in advance for reading my smut.

A/N: feel free to comment and reblog 🥰

“You need to change your verse," Hongjoong's gravelly voice echoes against the many photos plastered all over the wall.

Your eyes dart over to him, and you clench your jaw. You tap your foot against the rough carpet. You are trying to choose your words carefully.

"How the fuck you gonna tell me what to do on my song?" A pit of heat rises preciously like lava within you.

"Y/N, I know what I'm talking about. This isn't good."

"You are a feature on my mixtape, not the other way around," you hiss.

You take a small sip of lemon water to cool yourself down. The last thing you want is to fight with your best friend.

"Listen, I've been doing this shit for a while."

"So, have I. I'm a producer and rapper, too," you remind him of the obvious.

You take so much pride in your work, and you don't have time to play around. This is a business to you.

"Yeah, but you aren't as famous as me."

The first shade he threw didn't burn the way this does. You feel the heat pulse throughout your body. You want to grab him by his blonde and black ponytail.

"Joong, shut up. Since you left to be a fake ass idol, you swear you're better than me."

"If you are better than me. Put it into the music. Eat me up on the track then," Hongjoong voice is loud and full of arrogance. He scoots his chair closer to you and invades your personal space.

"I am eating you up."

"Not even close."

Hongjoong is inches away from your face. You know his tactics and methods are to inspiring you, but tonight the banter isn't working.

You want to wipe that smug look right off his face. There's so much you want to say, but you bite your tongue.

You can't talk much shit when the song isn't even finished. You still have five more songs to go for your EP, and you only have six more days with him.

"Listen, how much longer are we are going to be here. I got someone waiting for me." Hongjoong pulls his phone out and scrolls through it.

"What whore have you tricked into sleeping with you?" You sneer with an arrogant laugh.

"As you know, I don't have to trick anyone. Remember," Hongjoong says.

Hongjoong's words cause you to halt in your place.

"Ahh, you're so quiet," Hongjoong stands up from his chair. He is relieving you of the tension of being so close to him.

You hear his feet grind across the carpet. You listen to him plop down on the couch behind you.

"I remember you riding me and coming all over my dick.. right here, wasn't it?" Hongjoong's tone darkens, and you see the visual of what he's describing flash into your head.

You turn around in your chair, and you stare at him. You can't protest it because it's the truth. You did ride him in your recording studio and come all over his dick.

Which led to you making the best music you ever created.

But, you don't want to discuss it right now.

"Hongjoong.. stop. It's not happening again."

"Says who?"

"Me."

"Y/N," Hongjoong leans back against the couch and spreads his arms along the back of it.

The way he positions himself and stretches his legs for you. It's like an open invitation.

"Let's be real here. You know you don't want me to leave and go fuck another person. Right?"

"I don't care." Your words are quicker than your thoughts. Do you not care?

"You're so adorable when you lie. Tell me the truth."

"I don't know.." you huff.

Why have you become putty in this man's hand?

He's such an asshole, but you are so attracted to how he can satisfy you in ways no one else can.

"Exactly. Now, come sit on it," Hongjoong calls out to you. But you hesitate. Do you want to open that door again?

It's too addictive, and you know once you start, you won't be able to stop.

"Let's just get back to work," you spin back around in your chair and play the music. You don't want to fall into his traps.

The last time Hongjoong helped you with your mixtape, it did crazy numbers on Spotify, and no one even knew he helped you.

He wanted you to get all the praise, and he didn't want anyone to think you were using him for clout.

But, tonight, he wants you to use him for motivation. Take your frustration out on him and ride out multiple orgasms to balance that sacral chakra.

He can't help but notice how distracted you've been in the lab with him.

Your flow isn't the same. Your bars aren't up to par, and you aren't giving it your best. This isn't the bomb-ass rapper he knows.

You are a lyric goddess to him. You two had a rap duo before he decided to move back to Korea to pursue his idol training.

He knows it broke your heart to see him leave, but he knew he had to chase his dream.

He's always trying his best to find ways to make it up for abandoning you.

You two had got offered a deal together.

But, KQ entertainment saw something in him.

There wasn't any way you could have come because your parents wouldn't let you and you don't speak Korean.

So, what would you have done?

Hongjoong used his first big check to get you a house with a built-in studio to make sure you have the opportunity to shine as bright as him.

"Okay, Y/N. Let's get it," Hongjoong replies, but the truth is he doesn't have anyone waiting for him. He knows you like competition.

You are more vicious with your lyrics when you feel like you have something to prove.

So, tonight he's pulling everything he has to bait you into releasing that lyrical goddess that lives inside you.

"Thank you, friend," You listen to the track over.

Hongjoong pauses the music. "Right here. This isn't it. Change this part."

"Hongjoong, I know what I'm doing. It's fine."

"Y/N, who are you texting? Whoever it is isn't worth your success," Hongjoong says.

He notices your pull towards your phone, trying his best to ignore it all night.

He wants the absolute best for you, and sometimes the guilt eats him up inside.

Hongjoong is successful enough to help and support your career. But, is that enough?

He plans to position you even higher by doing a feature with you.

"Hongjoong, don't worry about who I'm fuckin'. I'm not worried about the many people on your hit list."

"I know you aren't fucking anyone. You're too uptight. We need to get out of the house. Let's hit the strip club. You need to have some fun."

"Okay."

"I'm going to see if Seonghwa wants to come. Is that cool?"

"Sure," you roll your eyes.

***

Hongjoong’s celebrity access allows you to enter the club through a back entrance.

Thankfully, he wanted to go to a club with a privacy policy and not the ratchet ones you typically go to. He's a bit more protective of his image now.

You sit in the middle of Seonghwa and Hongjoong with a wad of cash. Maybe Hongjoong is right? You need to relax.

The strobe lights are reflecting off the dancer's melanin. You are amazed by the tricks of the strippers climbing to the top of the pole.

It's mesmerizing how talented these women are.

"How did the session go?" Seonghwa leans over and tucks his dark hair behind his ear. His hair has grown a lot since the last time you saw him.

"Terrible. Hongjoong bullied me the whole time," you say, and you sip your water.

"It couldn't have been that bad. Was it?" Seonghwa questions.

"It was. He was talking about he's better than me. He wasn't even into rap until I taught him. I swear he has Amnesia," you roll your eyes.

A woman is dancing on the pole in front of you, and you toss a few dollars at her. You watch Hongjoong get closer and throw more money.

"He loves you. He was just trying to bait you into it. He told me how the last mixtape went."

"He told you what?"

"That you two fucked."

“No, he didn't.”

“Yes, he did.”

"Hwa, it was only for like a week until I found out he was dating someone."

"You sure you don't want him?"

"Eww, no. Hongjoong is an asshole. Creative as fuck, and he's done a lot for me. But, no."

"He kept talking about how good you taste," Seonghwa switches gears which throws you a loop. You look over at Hongjoong, who is distracted by a fat ass in his face.

"Oh really?"

"I want to see if it's true."

"Oh, I do. But, Hongjoong is on me like a hawk. I'm not sure we will be able to slip away from him."

"Oh, we can."

"Yeah. Plus, he caught me texting you. But, he doesn't know it's you."

"I'm not worried. Let's make it happen, though."

"Meet me in the backseat in five minutes."

"Oh, I like that. See you soon."

You stand up from your seat and head to the exit of the strip club. You toss money to all the dancers as you walk by because you have to support the talent.

You smile to yourself and walk seductively through the crowd. You are ready to get a taste of Seonghwa finally.

You're so glad he convinced Hongjoong to let him come.

You hit the unlock button for the SUV with tinted windows that Hongjoong rented for his states trip.

You hop into the backseat. You hike your dress up and step out of your underwear. You want to be ready for whatever because you know you won't have much time before Hongjoong catches on.

You see Seonghwa approach the back passenger side, and you open the door for him. You move towards the back to the third row of the SUV.

"Hongjoong went to the Champagne Room. So, we have plenty of time," Seonghwa informs you. He climbs to the back seat and leans forward to kiss you.

The kiss is inviting, and you melt on cue when you finally feel his soft lips press against yours. The sparks you feel when your lips connect with his.

Seonghwa sucks on your bottom lip and then slides his tongue in your mouth. You embrace him and deepen the kiss.

His hand is holding onto the back of the seat. "I've been waiting so long to do this."

What started as you texting him looking for Hongjoong then to funny meme wars. Now, it turned into flirty texts and progressed to steamy sexting.

It's been your little secret for the last couple of weeks.

"Me too," you nod.

His left-hand cups your heat, and you grind into his hand. You feel his lips widen into a smile at his sudden realization that you don't have any underwear on.

"How are you so wet for me?" Seonghwa moves his kisses down to the right side of your neck.

You mewl and hold onto the seat. "You make this way.

"Let me taste how wet you are," Seonghwa moves down between your thighs. He pushes your legs wide and holds them on his shoulder.

"Devour me, Hwa," you cry out. It's been so long since you have had any action. You were able to manifest alone time with Seonghwa is impressive.

Seonghwa's tongue glides along your slit, and you arch your back. He directs his attention to your clit. Your ring-clad fingers run through his jet-black hair.

Seonghwa flicks his tongue lovingly against your center, and you can't hold back the juicy moans that slip from your mouth.

"Fuck Seonghwa," You whimper for him. You want to watch him and the seductive glare in his eyes. But, instead, you close your eyes.

"Mmm.. you're leaking all over the seat for me. I should make Hongjoong sit in your juices," Seonghwa taunts you.

"Mmm.."

"Why are you so naughty? Fucking your best friend's bandmate behind his back."

"Fuck."

"Say it.. say how naughty are you."

"I'm so naughty..for you."

"Mmhm," Seonghwa moans against your heat and shoves his tongue deep inside you. You rock your body against his tongue.

"Shit," you curse. You squeeze your breasts, and Seonghwa holds your lower half and lays you horizontal against the back seat. All while his tongue is deep inside of you.

You've never had anyone this strong before. He pushes your legs further back, and you feel him drill his tongue deeper inside of you. He holds your legs back with his left and strokes your clit with his right hand.

"You are so fucking hot," Seonghwa groans into you.

Your legs tremble, and you already feel that familiar feeling of an approaching orgasm.

"I'm gonna come," you whine out.

You are giving Seonghwa the affirmation he needs. His mouth nibbles on your clit, and you lose it.

You come undone, and you come hard. Seonghwa slurps your cum out of your pussy until you stop. You feel yourself about to go again, and you release again.

Seonghwa is there to literally drink your cum. He comes up for air, and his beautiful face glistens with your juices.

You pull him in for a kiss because you've never had anyone perform cunnilingus like that. His head was earth-shattering.

"Fuck, that was amazing."

You hear your phone buzz on the second seat. You reach over to grab it, and you look over your shoulder to see Seonghwa cleaning his face with your panties.

"Y/N, where the fuck at?"

"I went out for a smoke break," You lie, and you're still hanging over the seat. You feel Seonghwa's tongue in your pussy from the back. This man is insatiable. You like it, though.

"Y/N, Gross. What did I tell you about smoking?"

"It's just a vape," You try to grab Seonghwa to make him stop, but you can feel your pussy clenching against his tongue.

"No, it's not."

"Fine.." You nearly moan out. You cover your mouth to muffle your sounds, the pleasure Hwa is giving you right now.

"Such a bad girl," Seonghwa keeps going and sticks a finger inside you. He wants you to come on his fingers since you've already come on his tongue.

"What? Are you finished vaping? Why do you insist on being bad?"

"Joong, you're not my father. I'm older than you, remember?"

Seonghwa is a menace. He now has two fingers inside of you.

"Come for me," Seonghwa whispers behind you.

"Meet me at the car," Hongjoong hangs up the phone. You toss your phone and fuck yourself on his fingers.

"Joong is.. on the way," You moan.

"Come on my fingers first. I love watching you come undone like this. So sexy."

"Mmm.." your body feels that familiar sensation, and you release again on his fingers. You can only imagine how good the dick is.

"I guess his dance wasn't that great, huh?" Seonghwa laughs obnoxiously.

"I guess not," You move off of his fingers. You turn around to see him sucking your cum off his fingers.

“You’re so bad, and I love it,” you kiss him.

You climb out of the car and give yourself a breather. Will Hongjoong suspect anything?

You pull out your vape and take two puffs. You don't smoke anymore, but you want to make it seem believable that you left to smoke.

You groan at the taste you once loved and toss your vape into your purse. You see, Seonghwa moved up to the passenger seat. You walk around the car and lean against the driver's seat.

"Ahh, you missed this. This woman had the fattest ass, oh my god. I gave her so much money. I needed that."

"Mmm. I go all the time; it's the same for me."

"This was supposed to inspire you."

"I'm inspired," you smile.

Hongjoong gets into the driver seat, and you hop in the back.

"Seonghwa, where did you run off to?"

"This girl I met tonight, we chatted for a bit," Seonghwa says.

"Oh, did she suck you off?" Hongjoong asks.

"No, but I'm sure she will," Seonghwa's voice is laced with so much seduction.

"Sounds good. I need to get laid. Shit has been stressful already," Hongjoong teases.

"You have a whole hoe list. Pull a name out of a hat and call them," you taunt Hongjoong.

"I know, but the one I want is playing hard to get," Hongjoong says.

Your skin heats up. You know he's talking about you, but you already have plans to ride Seonghwa. You aren't sure how you will get Hongjoong out of the picture, but you will.

"I guess you gotta show her why you deserve her," Seonghwa says.

"She knows it. But, it's okay. I will play her little games. I'm here for six more days," Hongjoong says.

Your phone buzzes, and you grab it off the floor.

Seonghwa: He wants you.

Y/N: I know, but I told you I'm not interested.

Seonghwa: I can still taste you on my lips. I want more of you

Y/N: I'm still wet. We just gotta get rid of Joong. Maybe, you can set him up with someone.

"Remember that one girl we fucked together?" Seonghwa says.

Your ears perk up. When did they tag team someone, and how come you didn't know about her?

"Nesha, what about her?" Hongjoong asks.

"She's been hitting me up. Maybe you should swing by tonight."

"Nah, she only likes the 2 for 1 special. I can't go without you. Do you want to go?" Hongjoong asks.

"Nah, I'm sleepy. I'm gonna crash when we get home."

"Really? You're not going to fuck anyone. What about the girl you just met?"

"I gotta feel her out. Make sure she's not some crazy super fan."

"True true. Don't forget to make her sign the NDA."

"She already did."

"Wait, I'm still stuck on the fact y'all fucked someone together? Why didn't yall tell me?" you interrupt.

"It's just something we like to do. It's no biggie," Hongjoong says.

"I mean, have you ever had two guys at once?" Seonghwa asks.

"No, never had the opportunity.."

"Hmm, you should try it. I think you'd like it,” Seonghwa suggests.

***

After your shower, you lie on your bed. Your mind is swirling over the fact that Seonghwa and Hongjoong do threesomes on the regular.

Plus, Seonghwa is only supposed to be your weeklong fling. Nothing serious so that you can't get your feelings involved.

Your door opens, and your eyes look over Seonghwa entering your room.

"Hwa, get out," you whisper. But, you hear the door click, and he comes over to you.

"I can't stay away from you," Seonghwa gets on top of you.

"I know. Tell me about it.”

Hongjoong comes to your bedroom door and presses his ear to the door, and he looks around to try to focus on you whispering.

"Seonghwa, I want you so bad. But, we can't do this to Hongjoong."

"We've already started from earlier. It's not like he's your boyfriend."

"I know he's not. He's a whore, but I love my best friend, and if he caught us right now. He'd be upset."

Hongjoong's heart races. His mind tries to piece together how you two would even have time to spend together.

He pulls a bobbypin from his hair and slowly inserts it into the keyhole. He carefully flickers around and unlocks your bedroom door.

He slowly opens the door and sees Seonghwa on top of you with your legs wrapped around his torso.

"Is this why you wouldn't fuck me?" Hongjoong leans against the door frame.

"Joong, relax," Seonghwa's tone is cool, and he's not moved from the spot where Hongjoong caught him. You, on the other hand, are trying to get up from him.

"How long have you two been messing around?"

"It's not that deep," You correct him.

"I should have realized you two were acting weird when I got in the car," Hongjoong comes over to you and sits on the side of your bed.

"Why are y'all sneaking around?" Hongjoong asks.

"I know how protective you are over Y/N," Seonghwa says.

"Not exactly protective since he stays playing games with me."

"You ate her pussy in the car, didn't you?" Hongjoong ask.

"Yeah, she's so damn tasty," Seonghwa spreads your legs and sticks his finger inside you. Somehow in this awkward situation, you're wet again for him.

Seonghwa sticks his finger in Hongjoong's mouth, and he sucks off your juices.

"Mmm... I know she is. I've missed her taste on my tongue. Did she come hard for you?" Hongjoong asks.

"Yes, all over my tongue and fingers. She gets really wet. My dick is hard just thinking about it," Seonghwa says.

"Do you want to take both of us?" Hongjoong asks you.

Your heart drops.

You know Seonghwa had you dripping all over the backseat, and you already know Hongjoong will make you come just as hard.

"Yes," you nod.

"Are you sure? We don't take this lightly. Only if you feel comfortable," Seonghwa says.

"Why not? You only live once, right?" you chuckle.

"You don't have to do this. Only if you want to," Hongjoong looks at you.

"I want it."

"Atta girl," Seonghwa kisses you and pulls the towel back from your skin.

You feel his tongue slip inside of your mouth. Seonghwa pulls back and pushes your legs back. You watch Hongjoong walk around your bed and slide next to Seonghwa on the bed.

"No, get right here," Seonghwa points to the right side of you. You are slightly shocked and turned on to see Seonghwa being the bossy one.

Hongjoong moves to the spot where he's been instructed and hovers over your lower half.

He flicks his tongue against your clit. Once you feel Seonghwa's tongue inside your dripping cunt you grab the sheets.

Your pussy clenches around Seonghwa, and your eyes close. An illicit moan slips from between your full lips.

"I think she likes it," Seonghwa's eyes are on you, but you are too into the moment to even notice who is looking at you.

"Mmm.. she's whimpering like a little whore," Hongjoong latches on gently to your pearl and gives it slow and patient nibbles.

It's not too hard or too soft, but absolutely perfect.

"Kinda like earlier when I was eating her from the back. She's just perfect.. moaning and whining like this. Just wait until we are both inside of her," Seonghwa is giving you insight into your future.

"This feels too good," You moan out.

Your nails are deeper into the sheets, and your legs are spread wide open in front of Seonghwa, with Hongjoong working overtime on your clit. The sensations of having them both at the same time are too much. But, also too good at the same time.

"Let's switch. I want to taste her again," Hongjoong says.

The two men move so swiftly that they hardly miss a beat. Hongjoong lovingly strokes your clit while they swap, so you're not missing too much during the transition.

Hongjoong shoves his tongue deep inside of you and hums your favorite song. The vibrations of Desire make your legs tremble. You feel Seonghwa touch your right nipple and give it a bit of a squeeze. Every single touch is so intentional, and it feels so good.

Seonghwa is flicking his tongue against your love button at a fast pace. You can tell it's a bit rougher than Hongjoong, but it feels good to have the contrast.

Hongjoong is planting soft and steady kisses on your center and teasing you. Each time his lips press against you, your body jolts off the bed.

"Mmm.. someone's about to come," Hongjoong groans against your hot heat. He knows your body a bit too well, and he knows little things that tip you quickly over the edge.

"Yes, I'm goin-" Your words left your mouth, and you can feel your body coming easily undone. That familiar high is approaching your body, and you can feel that warm sensation growing hotter between your thighs.

Hongjoong pushes your legs back and licks your clit along with Seonghwa as much as it's a competition whose tongue will make you come faster.

The duality of both tongues against your clit is more than enough to push you over.

"Fuck!" you cry out, and you open your eyes to see the visual of Hongjoong with that damn smirk on his face waiting for you to squirt on him.

You come harder than you did earlier, and Hongjoong opens his mouth wide.

You squirt into his mouth, and he takes it like a fucking champion. The visuals alone are so damn hot. You are out of breath, and you feel your juices still leaking out. You get on your knees even though your legs are a bit shaky.

You crawl over to Hongjoong, and you lick your juices off his face.

You grab him by his hair and kiss him deeply. You can't believe he knew that you would squirt like that. It doesn't happen every time for you, but it does when your body is on another level.

You're lost in a kiss, but you feel Seonghwa’s head move in between your legs as you're propped up kissing Hongjoong.

Seonghwa is licking at your snatch and trying to savor the last drops of your essence. This man is greedy as fuck for your juices.

You work your pussy against his face and ride it while your tongue is deep inside Hongjoong's mouth.

You're moaning at a higher level now, and you aren't particularly concerned about who can hear you. You are lost in the moment of being with your two lovers.

"Come for me, baby," Seonghwa says as you grind your leaking cunt against his face. Seonghwa holds onto your ass, and your body reacts again. You come even harder for Seonghwa. He drinks all of your nectar.

Seonghwa lifts you and places you gently back against the bed. He's pulling away at his clothes to toss them to the side.

"I want to be inside you right now. May I?" Seonghwa asks you.

"Yes, you may," You reply. You love his cute manners, but you are in shock that this man is just something else that you didn't expect.

Hongjoong stands on your left side and slips out his pant and boxers. You watch him stroking his already hard dick.

"Damn, this is too hot, Bae," Hongjoong says, and calls you his favorite pet name.

"Your best friend's pussy tastes amazing. I swear I'm addicted," Seonghwa says.

"I know, why you think I'm always talking about it," Hongjoong says.

Before this interaction, that would have bothered you. But, you needed the free promotion because Seonghwa is definitely living up to all the shit he was talking via text message.

"Not y'all talking about my pussy," You cover your face.

"It's a good thing, baby. Now, looking at you becoming our favorite, right, Joong?" Seonghwa looks over at Hongjoong, and he winks.

"Of course," Hongjoong replies.

"Ready, kitten?" Seonghwa asks, and you nod.

"Yes," you quickly reply. You could almost purr at the way he's making you melt just by the way he's talking to you.

Seonghwa pulls your body close to his nude physique.

"Hongjoong, how should I fuck your bestie? What does she like?" Seonghwa asks.

"Doggy and pull her hair, too," Hongjoong suggests.

Seonghwa turns on you over, and you arch your back so you can easily take his dick from the back.

"You into anal?" Seonghwa asks.

"Sometimes," you reply.

"Mmm.. okay," Seonghwa shoves his dick slowly into your sopping wet pussy.

You feel him stretch you a bit. "Your best friend is so tight..but here I am stretching her out. Fuck she's so damn nice, Hongjoong," Seonghwa taunts Hongjoong.

You look over at Hongjoong, who is now stroking his dick, watching you take Seonghwa's big juicy dick.

Seonghwa rides your body nice and slow to a melodic rhythm. He has you already gripping the sheet. You call over to Hongjoong.

"Let me suck it, please," You cry out. Hongjoong positions himself in front of you and kneels so that his length is at a perfect angle for you to suck it while you take Seonghwa from the back.

"Say less," Hongjoong says and slides into your mouth.

"I'm kinda glad you caught us," Seonghwa is drilling into you from behind.

"Why is that?" Hongjoong looks down at you and watches you sucking on his dick.

"We can both make her come simultaneously," Seonghwa chuckles.

Your mouth is full of Hongjoong, and you are swirling your tongue around the head while sucking him up fast.

"Y/N, I never realize how fat your ass is until now," Seonghwa slaps your ass and pounds into you harder.

You reach to stroke your clit, but Seonghwa grabs your hand.

"Oh, no. I got you, baby," Seonghwa reaches around you and strokes your clit for you. He wants you to enjoy the ride. He's going to make you come all over his dick.

"Mmm.." you moan on Hongjoong's dick, and this time you hum his favorite song from your first EP. Lullaby. The song that has you and his moans laced on the track. It's a secret that you two have with each other.

"Fuck.. Y/N. You know that's gonna make me come," Hongjoong's breath hitches, and he whines.

"I know," you pull his dick out of your mouth and lick all over it. "I want to drink your cum," you say.

"We got ourselves a little freak on our hands," Seonghwa says from behind you and pulls your braids.

"Mmm..definitely," Hongjoong replies.

"Well, let's fill her up then," Seonghwa moans. He pounds harder, and his fingers are still working against your clit. You feel yourself coming undone again.

"Cum in me, please," you beg. You know both men want that more than anything. You suck Hongjoong faster until you hear curses and groans slip from his mouth.

He explodes in your mouth while you feel Seonghwa shaking from behind you, and he empties his load inside of you.

You milk all Seonghwa into you the same way you do with Hongjoong. Both come hard in your mouth and your pussy.

You drink Hongjoong’s cum and slurp it down until he can't come anymore.

While you come hard on Seonghwa's dick.

You feel your body numb and lean forward and lay your head on Hongjoong's dick, trying to recover. Seonghwa is lying on you and is still inside of you.

"Whoa, that was too good," you mention. But, you aren't done, or at least they aren't done with you.

"Be a good girl and clean off my dick," Seonghwa says against your ear. He slides off of you, and you position your ass against Hongjoong to give him the signal to fuck you. You hear him grab the lube from the drawer of your nightstand.

He sticks one lube finger in your ass to see if you are ready. You are working yourself on his finger while carefully licking your and Seonghwa's cum off his dick. You are giving him cat licks against his dick.

"Fuck.. you're teasing me, baby," Seonghwa says, and strokes your head. You are enjoying cleaning him off.

"Are you ready?" Hongjoong asks.

"Yes, fuck me," You instruct. Hongjoong guides himself slowly into your ass, and you adjust slightly to the contrast of having it inside your backdoor.

Hongjoong pushes your back a little lower so you can take him easily. He moves his hips in a circle and finds a rhythm with you. When you throw your ass back against him, he gets excited.

"How does it feel, baby?" Hongjoong asks.

"Good, really good," you say.

You are still cleaning off Seonghwa's dick, but now your mouth is fully covering him. You look up, and his eyes are closed while you do your thing. You know it feels good to him because you can hear little whimpers he's trying to hold back.

"Hell Nah, Hwa. Moan for me.. don't hold back," You encourage him. You love hearing men moan and whimper for you. It actually does something to you and makes you want him even more.

Seonghwa is being so soft and cute for you. His little whimpers for you are sending your body to the next level.

Hongjoong jams a finger inside your pussy, and now all three of your holes are finally occupied. You work yourself on Hongjoong's fingers. The sensation of having all your holes occupied is something else.

"This is too much... fuck," you cry out while still sucking Seonghwa off.

You come hard again, but this time on Hongjoong's finger while Seonghwa is releasing his hot cum down your throat. You being the freak you are, you are literally drinking his cum just like you did Hongjoong.

Hongjoong comes hard inside your ass, and you collapse on the bed after being fucked out.

"I'm inspired now! I'm ready to eat up now, Hongjoong,” you giggle.

#seongjoong x reader #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #ateez x reader #kpop oneshots #kpop #ateez sexy #ateez smut #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #ateez seonghwa #ateez angst #ambw #ateez x you

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daffodi1 · 5 months

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So... we're about midway through December. I suppose I should stop delaying in posting this.

TL:DR, on January 1st, 2024, I will be archiving my account and logging out for the last time. If you want to stay in touch with me for any reason, please reach out to me and I will gladly provide my discord or any other contact info.

Read my explanation below.

The more I think about my life, the more I realize the damage that social media has been doing to me as a person. It has contributed a lot to my anger issues and my moodiness. I don't think anybody realizes how much being exposed to other people's opinions and bad news on a daily basis can wear you down. Plus, all of this time I've spent on tumblr and facebook and all of these other social media sites has taken time out of my life where I could have been focusing on making art, engaging in my other hobbies or trying to better myself by furthering my education. I could have been improving myself, and instead I'm just scrolling and doing nothing. Taking time away from my loved ones and my well being and getting angry over nothing.

So; at the end of the year, I'm going to be archiving this account, moving it to a throwaway email and losing the password so I can never log in again. If you want to stay in touch, please feel free to ask for my discord. I'm not gonna just leave it out in the open, for two reasons. 1) I don't want trolls to bombard my DMs and 2) I kinda want to find out who my real friends are. If you don't want to stay in touch, I still don't think any less of you as a person and I genuinely wish you well. If we already keep in touch outside of this website, congrats! You don't have to do anything more. And if you try and keep in touch but find out that we're not compatible as friends or that talking to me is boring and you would rather ghost, that's fine too. I don't have any expectations and don't want to make anyone feel like they have to be my friend.

But I want to stop focusing so much of my life on things I hate and start focusing on things I love. And in order to grow, I think it's time to bid this site adieu, at least for a few years or so. Maybe I'll return when I'm better equipped to handle social media without letting it run my life entirely. Maybe I'll find out I'm better off without it in my life at all. I'll never know if I don't try living without it.

With all of that being said; thank you guys for following me. Thank you to my mutuals for putting up with my shit for so long-- for reading all of my batshit insane opinions and watching me grow and change. Thank you to those of you I met and befriended through this site. Thank you to all of the artists whose works have inspired me. Even if I'm leaving and we never talk again, I will never forget you.

#emil chatter #long post #pinned post

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thedawningofthehour · 1 year

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Are you ever going to write out the kidnapping fight between Donnie and draxum?? I want to know more about it so bad. Was it a close fight? Did draxum even say anything or did he just start trying to grab Donnie

Oh! I did a long time ago, like before I even published the fic. Originally I was going to put it right before the last Donnie chapter, where he's hypnotized and 'becomes' Galois, but with the decision to put it after that chapter I just felt like it broke up the tension too much. In a bad way.

I also thought it was kind of unnecessary, considering pretty much all the information given during it is relayed in the story one way or another, but in retrospect it might have served to include it. It gives extra weight as to why being choked is such a trigger for Galois and why he frequently feels deprived of air when he's panicking. Not to mention it would have reinforced how Donnie's stuff was planted for the fam to find and Donnie didn't do any of that himself-apparently I wasn't super clear about it, some people were still confused at the end of the fic.

Regardless, I dredged it up from the master doc! This is literally first draft shit so don't get your hopes up too much-literally, the only thing I changed since typing it was correcting 'vibes' to 'vines', because I did that several times for some reason. It doesn't even have any intro. You can also tell that is was written very early in development because I hadn't even decided on what the twins were fighting about and was using 'what movie are we going to see?' as a placeholder argument. (they were going to see Captain Marvel) And it was before I started using accents while writing, so bō is just bo. I'm reading it over and I'm really not happy with it at all-it's very short, which is fitting, I wanted the readers to get the feeling that this all happened very fast and feel a sense of panic. But I'm not really getting that from Donnie, he seems pretty blasé about the whole thing. I've thought about reworking it and maybe publishing it as a sideshot. Meeeeeh. We'll see.

No, that wasn’t fair. He sighs. Really, Leo deserves to be full of it more than Donnie does. He’s good at everything. Practically effortlessly. He can fight, do sports, talk to people, pick up instruments and be great at them in a heartbeat, understand long division, and look great while doing it all.

Donnie can do science. That’s it. And he’s very good at it, but it seems like it’s becoming less and less useful to the team lately. He’s becoming less and less useful.

It’s not Leo’s fault that he’s gifted. It’s not his fault that Donnie’s jealous. Donnie’s just being an asshole.

An asshole who can’t even go see the movie he just staged an epic fight over. He and Leo had fought for so long they missed the start time of both their movies.

He pulls up the theater website on his phone. The next showing of his movie was in three hours. God, this was so stupid. They could have easily seen Leo’s movie first and Donnie’s later. It wasn’t like they ever bought tickets or anything. And to escalate the fight like that-ugh. They were both so dumb.

He clicks on the next day’s movie times, scrolling down to look for Leo’s movie. Then he realizes he can’t even remember what movie he had been so opposed to seeing.

Donnie groans. He should head home. Leo will definitely beat him, but maybe he’ll have cooled off as well. Maybe they can watch a Jupiter Jim movie on Donnie’s tablet and drink the wine coolers Donnie totally didn’t steal from Dad’s minifridge. Maybe they can-

Something purple abruptly enters his vision, smacking his phone away and sending it skipping across the pavement. Donnie whips his head around. “Hey!”

Another vine comes straight at his head. Donnie ducks and rolls forward, retrieving his bo. One button push, one swipe, and the vine is cut free.

There he is. The big blue goat-man, standing on the parapet and looking down at him haughtily. He raises a hand, sending a few more vines Donnie’s way. Donnie twists, evading and slashing.

“Look, I’m really not in the mood. Can I just pay you to pretend you lost and we do this another time?”

A vine wraps around his ankle, yanking it out from under him. Donnie swipes his bo down, freeing himself and pinwheeling his legs until he’s back on his feet. He blocks another vine, bringing up his flamethrower attachment.

“What? No big villain speeches? Not even any playful banter?”

“Sorry. Funny, joke-around Draxum isn’t here today.”

A vine shoots out and wraps around his bo, yanking it away. Donnie grimaces. Alright, if that’s how he wants to play. He dodges the next few vines, bringing his gauntlet up. He twists to free his other hand, bringing up the command to send the help signal.

Then one of Draxum’s vines snake around his gauntleted arm. Donnie shifts to slip out of it-but they suddenly constrict, bending, pulling-

And there’s a very loud CRACK! sound that seems to steal all the air out of Donatello’s lungs.

“I would have preferred not to do that,” Draxum says calmly. “But I can’t let you have that stick back. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Donnie reaches back, fumbles for one of the hidden compartments on his battle shell. He draws out his emergency survival knife and swipes, cutting himself free.

Fuck, this is bad, this went bad fast. He doesn’t know where his phone landed and one glance at his gauntlet confirms that the screen is busted. He can’t call for help like this.

He turns and runs. He can worry about his phone and bo later. He can worry about the broken arm later. He needs to get away from here.

And then his feet are off the ground. He twists to see Baron Draxum right behind him, his stupid little hands wrapped around Donnie’s battle shell. He tries to jab his elbow back, but he can’t get a good angle. He kicks, but if Draxum even feels it he doesn’t react.

Desperate times. Donnie reaches up and hits the emergency release on his shoulder.

His battle shell releases, dropping him to the ground. Donnie isn’t poised to land standing up, but he manages to twist to avoid jostling his broken arm too much. The landing sends shocks through his legs and his healthy arm, but he can deal with that. He needs to move.

He scrambles away on three limbs. He doesn’t know if he can stand up right now. He can’t afford to test it. He can’t afford to waste two seconds getting to his feet. He needs to go, get away.

He can jump. Would a fall from this height kill him? If he allows his shell to take the brunt, he might survive. He’ll worry about the injuries later. He needs to get away from Draxum.

He pulls himself up over the parapet. He doesn’t look down, doesn’t hesitate, just pushes-

A vine wraps around his throat. Donnie grabs at it, but it’s already lifting him into the air. He chokes. His vision goes hazy.

Then he can breathe again. A vine slithers up his body and wraps around his torso, pinning both broken and unbroken arms to his side. Donnie opens his mouth-but the vine that had just wrapped around his throat inserts itself between his teeth, curling around his head and coming back around to cover his mouth. Donnie kicks, but the vines have him in the air. Draxum motions for the vines to bring him in closer.

“I’m impressed,” he says, looking Donnie up and down. “Even though your true strength lies in your mind, your fighting skills have not suffered. Still room for improvement, but there always is.”

Donnie glares at the man with as much hate as he can muster.

“Now, if you will stop resisting,” Draxum says, opening up a portal behind him. “We have much to go over, and I would prefer not to have to injure you again. Come along, now.”

Draxum motions for him to follow as he steps into the portal, like Donnie has a choice.

#i'm so sorry if this is disappointing it's SO rough #god so many bits are way too vague or super clunky #doth #doth asks #donatello #baron draxum

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innerslumber · 1 year

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You know I'll read the hell out of anything you write, but can you post a snippit of the football au? (Also 15????? Wow, I kinda feel bad only having 4!) ❤️

Hi Lis!!! Thank you so much for the ask!!

Oh my gosh hon, you don’t have to feel bad that you have 4 WIPs. It means you have actually been finishing things and posting!! That’s wonderful!! Unlike me who is constantly drowning in them lololol!! So here is a bit of my Stucky football AU and I hope you like it!

*****

"It should be illegal to look that hot."

Bucky looked up at hearing Becca's voice and he could see from the kitchen that she had the television on. It was showing a rerun of the NFL draft and his appetite immediately soured. He closed the fridge door, no longer interested in grabbing a snack.

Becca waved her hand up and down at the screen, emphasizing the sheer size of the man smiling on the stage. His hair shone bright golden under the lights and the jersey with #1 emblazoned in white was a beacon shouting, Here I am! Steve Rogers! First pick of the draft!

"Seriously, how is even his teeth so damn perfect," exclaimed Becca. She started cramming mouthfuls of popcorn in a way that made Bucky grimace slightly as she continued to ogle the star athlete. "I gotta say, seeing Tony Stark buy an expansion team and luring Coach Fury out of retirement was not in my bingo card this year. Now they drafted the best college quarterback in the country and holy shit, I might have to jump on that bandwagon even though the team name is weird. The Avengers? What was Stark smoking?"

Bucky rolled his eyes and tried to scroll on his phone to distract himself from the television. "Don't let Dad hear you say that. He didn't indoctrinate us from birth into the Colts fandom for you to stray."

“Well the Colts are drafting like shit this year so excuse my wandering eyes. I can’t believe they drafted that idiot out of Georgia when you are so much better than him. It’s so stupid and-”

“That’s enough, Becca.”

Becca’s mouth shut together with an audible snap when she saw the look of despair on her brother’s face. She put down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and slowly walked toward him. Placing a gentle hand on Bucky’s shoulder, she tried to exude as much comfort as possible. “Hey come on, Bucky. It’s only been two weeks since the draft ended. You know this is the time when free agents get picked up. There’s still a chance you’ll get a call.”

Bucky sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, his whole body radiating distress. He knew it had been a long shot when he had declared for the draft but he had hoped that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance at the big times.

It’s not that he hated his life in small town Indiana. He had a great family and a solid group of friends he had grown up with. But ever since he had shown an aptitude for sports at an early age, he had dreamed of a life beyond the borders of his hometown. A life where he didn’t end up working at the factory that employed 70% of the local population, including his father. A life where he didn’t have to drive over an hour to Indianapolis and hook up with anonymous men off Grindr because he was too scared of being outed. People can say what they wanted about how much progress the country has made but Bucky wasn’t going to take a chance on his football prospects over if a coach was a bigot.

Not that it fucking matters how deep in the closet I am that I might as well be in Narnia. No one is going to call.

He sighed again when he saw how worried his sister looked. “It’s okay, Becca. I’ll be fine. I mean, there’s always next year, right?”

She didn’t seem very convinced by his attempt at a cheerful tone but she let it go. Bucky patted her hand on his shoulder and walked toward the patio door. He needed some air and to get away from the television that felt like a never-ending taunt of unachievable wants.

Once outside, he took a deep breath of the crisp night air and tried to relax all of his tense muscles. His eyes landed on the homemade football training equipment that his Dad had built when Bucky was in high school. They were worn and battered, taking the brunt of Bucky’s strength and speed over the many years. It was a point of pride for George Barnes that he continued to fix them up instead of having to make whole new ones, no matter how much Bucky abused them.

Thoughts of his father made him melancholy again. He knew his family was disappointed for him when the invitations never came. No combine, no draft. Just silence where there had been excitement and hope. Bucky tried not to feel bitter about the past year and how his college coach had basically cut his playing time to a third of his usual. Bucky had never been one for playing politics and he hadn’t been willing to lick his old coach's boots. He didn’t regret standing by his principles but he had paid the price. Less playing time meant less exposure and the scouts passed you by.

And despite what he had told Becca, he knew the window of opportunity was closing fast. Every year there were new prospects, younger and faster. The older he got and the farther he got from regular playing time, the chance of him making any roster was dwindling. So instead of bright lights and the cheer of the crowd, Bucky was mentally preparing himself for a dead end job, lonely nights and being just another washed out college athlete.

He was so deep in his misery that he didn’t hear the patio door opening and Becca calling for him until she shoved him from behind. Bucky whirled around and gaped at her. “What the fuck, Becca! Can’t you see I’m throwing myself a pity party here?”

“Save your angsting for later, you jackass. Here!” She shoved the cellphone he had left on the kitchen counter by his face. “Your phone is ringing!”

Bucky took the phone from his sister and squinted at the screen. He didn’t recognize the number but he did know the area code. It was a New York area code. Suddenly, his heart started beating like crazy as the small rectangle device vibrated in his palm.

“Are you going to answer or what?” Becca yelled, her voice shrill in panic.

Bucky quickly swiped his screen and placed it by his ear. “Hello?”

“Hello. Is this James Barnes?”

He had to swallow around a nervous lump in his throat. The male voice was not familiar and Bucky’s brain went into overdrive of speculation. He coughed and finally managed to respond.

“Uhh…yes, this is James Barnes.”

There was a momentary rustling of sound from the other end, perhaps papers being moved about. The mysterious man started speaking again as Bucky tried to keep his cool.

“It’s nice to finally speak to you James. My name is Phil Coulson and I’m the Director of Scouting for the Avengers. Do you have a moment to chat?”

#hmm i guess this is more than a snippet lol #my outline for this fic is ridiculous #i love angsty Bucky lol #steve is gonna get tackled so much #tee hee #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #sports au #football au #wip #wip game #ask game #thank you for the ask!!

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