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amazingmaeve · 3 years

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after the holidays ─ ginny weasley

─ “are those handcuffs.”

summary ─ y/n and ginny began dating in their 5th year and after a holiday things get steamier than usual.

request ─ Can you do a dom Ginny x female reader with smut prompts 80, 114, and 122? If it's too much could you just do 80 and 114? Thanks! 😊

warnings ─ smut (18+), fluff

a/n ─ love writing for ginny and haven’t barely written any gxg smut

word count ─ 2.1k

tags ─ @hey-there-angels @omnienigma @chokemepansy @amourtentiaa @inglourious-imagines

Over the holidays Y/N had missed Ginny Weasley so much. They’ve been friends since their first year and dating since their fifth. Ginny asked her out, out of the blue in a romantic gesture that made Y/N’s heart swell with love.

She’s had a crush on Ginny since their fourth year and was saddened when she thought she didn’t feel the same since she had asked her to the Yule ball. But in the fifth year everything changed.

Ginny seemed to be flirting with Y/N in her opinion. It didn’t bother her, it was just weird since it came out of nowhere.

Ginny asked her out by planting flowers in her bedroom and spelled “Will you go out on a date with me,” with flowers on her bed. It made her heart race as soon as she noticed Ginny was the one who asked.

Of course Y/N said yes as she ran up and hugged the redhead. Ginny put her arms around her and happily smiled in her neck as they hugged for a few minutes just enjoying the embrace.

The date went great as they spent the time on the quidditch field having a picnic. Y/N was nervous but eventually relaxed when her and Ginny started talking.

At the end of the day Ginny softly kissed her at the end of the date. Y/N’s hand went to her cheek and softly stroked her face as they kissed for a few minutes. The two parted when they were out of breath and let out little giggles as they saw the nervous expressions on each other’s faces.

From then on everything was perfect between them. Only a few spats that ended in apologies.

Before testing Y/N was really stressed, so Ginny took it in her own hands to make sure her girlfriend relaxed. Neither of them had sexual experiences except for a few make out sessions. So when things got hot and heavy Y/N was nervous and Ginny didn’t seem that nervous so she told her “we don’t have to do anything,” but Y/N shook her head wanting to have some stress free time.

That night was one of the best nights for Y/N and it came to the realization that she loved Ginny. Afterwards while cuddling with her Y/N blurted out her affections and to her surprise so did Ginny.

Over the summer Y/N had missed Ginny terribly and wrote owls to her every chance she got. Ginny answered everyone one of them with every drop of passion she had for her. Also sending some very explicit pictures as well.

With the words scribbled down on the paper and the pictures got her really wet in the panties. So Y/N had laid down and imagined the things Ginny would do to her if she was there. With the picture in hand she released all over hand in 15 minutes.

Ginny usually makes her cum faster since she was better at it.

When Y/N stepped on the train and looked for Ginny as the next school year started. She felt someone tap her shoulder and she turned around and saw the love of her life.

Squealing Y/N kissed Ginny passionately as they stood there for a few minutes til someone interrupted saying they had to sit somewhere else. The two found an empty cart and sat there all cuddled up since Y/N was tired since she woke up early.

Once they stepped into Hogwarts they were almost attached to him, they had mostly the same classes except for a couple. Y/N felt on cloud nine every time Ginny was with her, touching her or not.

They couldn’t keep their hands off each other when they were alone. Whenever they had the time Y/N and Ginny would have sex. When she went to the bathroom Ginny followed as she ate her out against the bathroom wall.

But when Ginny went back to her family's burrow for the holidays Y/N was extremely horny during that time. Luckily she had those letters and new ones Ginny sent that gave her some motivation and used her imagination.

It didn’t feel the same though. Ginny always made her cum harder than herself ever did.

When she got back to Hogwarts Y/N couldn’t wait to see Ginny and started to get wet thinking about it.

When they reunited they kissed and talked but didn’t have that much alone time since school was piling on top of them and their friends always were around. Y/N wasn’t complaining since she loves them but she’s gotten so horny that she gets wet from even looking at Ginny.

While one Saturday day night studying, she thought Ginny and everyone else were at Hogsmeade. So when she started to think about Ginny and the things she did to her she slid her panties off.

Y/N was in her skirt and her shirt for school, she had taken the tone of when it got too uncomfortable. She laid down and pushed her skirt up so she could see her pussy and started to run her fingers along her thigh.

She closed her eyes and finally brought her hand to her clit and softly rubbed the nub. She whimpered and remembered when Ginny did it which made her core throb even more.

She started to rub her clit faster chasing her own thigh when she heard her door open.

“I see you started without me,” Ginny chuckled, taking off her jacket. Y/N sheepishly grinned at the girl who sat next to her on the bed.

“I’m sorry Gin,” Y/N hung her head out of disappointment.

“Who makes you feel cum harder me or you,” Ginny demanded with a stern look on her face. She grabbed Y/N’s face and made her look herself in her eyes. “Who,” She asked slowly and sternly.

“You do,” Y/N whispered and she clenched her pussy around nothing getting even more aroused. “I just missed you so much,” She says. Ginny smirked and laid down on her back and beckoned her.,

“Come and sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you as well,” Ginny smirked when she saw Y/N’s eyes widen. Y/N didn’t think Ginny missed her at all.

Y/N crawled over to Ginny and climbed up her body and finally got to her face where her pussy was hovering over. Ginny hummed as she spread Y/N’s folds making her whimper and put her hands on the head board.

“I can see how much you missed me,” Ginny commented, keeping her folds spread open, making her clit ache with need.

Before Y/N could respond Ginny's fingers traveled to her swollen nub and started to rub hard. Y/N moans and clenches her fingers around her hard wood of the head board.

Ginny brings her mouth lap at her folds as Y/N keeps chanting her name as the knot in her stomach returns. Ginny smirked at the reaction before pushed her tongue inside her pussy as Ginny started to push her tongue in and out.

With her thumb still on her clit Ginny encouraged her to go up and down on her tongue which Y/N did. She rocked slowly as her thumb pinched her clit.

“Ginny I’m close,” Y/N moaned and half screamed out as Ginny's nail scraped against her clit.

She removed her hand from her clit and her tongue as well and wrapped her lips around her clit and started to suck harshly on the swollen clit.

“Ginny,” Y/N moaned and brought her hair to her head and started to pull on the red strands of hair. But before she could cum Ginny removed her lips from her pussy making her whine and thrusting her hips forward wanting to finally cum. “Why’d you stop,” She whimpers. Ginny sits up bringing her hands to Y/N’s hips to straddle one of her thighs.

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh love,” Ginny casually said, making Y/N shocked. She’s never done this before with Ginny. She then noticed she took off her pants and underwear and when she’s looking at Ginny she takes off her shirt leaving her nude since she was wearing a bra.

“What,” Y/N spluttered out, making Ginny chuckle as she clutches her hips hard.

Ginny uses her hands to guide her hips along her thigh and Y/N’s moans at the sensation of her clit dragging along the smoothness of her thigh. Ginny takes her hands off her hips letting her hump her thigh as she takes off Y/N’s shirt and bra.

As Y/N continues to thrust her clit against Ginny's thigh, Ginny grabs the smooth flesh of her breast and brings her mouth done to suck on her nipple.

“Ginny,” Y/N moans as she starts to move her hips faster against her thigh.

While Ginny's mouth works on her mouth she bounces her leg giving Y/N more friction on her clit. Y/N moved her head to Ginny's neck and moaned in her ear.

“I’m about to cum,” Y/N whimpers with a half moan as she continues to bounce on her thighs. Her clit is sensitive as she chases her thigh.

Ginny takes note and moves her thumb to her clit and starts to rub the engorged clit with a fast pace. Y/N moans and starts to grind her hand faster.

“Ginny,” Y/N screams as she releases her juices all over Ginny's hand. Y/N relaxes against her neck and cuddles up to Ginny. Ginny strokes her back and removes her mouth from her nipple with a pop.

“Wait here,” Ginny commands laying her down on her back with just her skirt. Y/N nods as Ginny gets her wand out and Apparates to her room and returns seconds later with something in her hand.

“Are those handcuffs,” Y/N questions leaning on her elbow as Ginny nods to the question walking over with a seductive smirk on her face.

“Just relax,” Ginny softly says and handcuffs her hands to the headboard of the bed as Y/N lays there waiting for her next move. Ginny takes off her skirt and throws it across the room.

Y/N eyes widen as Ginny harshly kisses from her neck and trails down to her stomach leaving kisses in her wake. She spreads Y/N’s legs and holds them down.

“Stay still,” Ginny demands, giving her a stern look as Y/N squirms feeling her core start to throb again. Y/N nods and listens to the demand not wanting to get punished.

Ginny leans close and lets her breath fall on her clit making Y/N whimper and tug on the chains wanting to get another release. Ginny smirks at her reaction and brings her lips to wrap around her clit and gives it a harsh suck.

Y/N moans and lurches forward as Ginny laps at the swollen clit and holds her thighs down, not wanting her to squirm. While her tongue works on her clit her fingers go to her entrance and shove them in hard.

“Ginny,” Y/N moans wrapping her hands around the cuffs and squeezing them.

Ginny curls her fingers in with every harsh thrust hitting her G spot every time. Y/N wants to tug on her hair as she is now sucking on her clit non stop.

“You gonna cum,” Ginny taunts as she removes her mouth and Y/N nods and wants her mouth back on her clit. “Needy girl,” She rolls her eyes giving a slap to her clit making her moan as her fingers continue to thrust in and out.

After a few seconds Ginny gets her wand which was on the bed and uses a spell to bring Y/N’s vibrator over to her. Y/N didn’t notice as her eyes were closed from the sensation of her fingers.

Ginny turns it on high and places it on her clit without warning. Y/N’s eyes shoot wide open clenching around Ginny's fingers harder now. Her fingers continue to thrust as Y/N lies there about to cum on her fingers.

“Cum,” Ginny demands as she presses the vibrator harder on her clit.

“Ginny,” Y/N moans loudly and with one swipe of her fingers against her g spot she squirts all over Ginny's fingers. Ginny stares in awe as her juices squirt all over.

Ginny removes her finger as she calms down from her high.

“Can’t believe I got you to squirt,” Ginny chuckles. Y/N smiles sheepishly as she lays her head on Ginny's chest both of them getting under the covers. “Tired love,” She asks.

Y/N nods and Ginny kisses her forehead as Y/N nuzzles her head into Ginny's chest and not soon after falling asleep against the girl's chest.

Ginny not soon after falls asleep watching the love of her life relax in her arms.

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sanzoumon · 3 years

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FREE RICKORTY+ PROMPTS!:

Seriously, if you wanna write any of these just go for it and then let me know. Spoilers for S5E10. Some are more gen but could also be shippy, smut encouraged but optional. All of these are definitely bottom!Morty btw. Others are straight up smut.

Non-rickorty prompts (really just Morty x Summer) are are the bottom.

PROMPTS:

Trapped on what remains of the Citadel, Rick confesses that he recently realized he’s in love with Morty and that he wants to be by Morty’s side forever - in whatever way Morty wants (as in be it romantic, familial, platonic, whatever, it’s Morty’s choice). How does Morty feel and what will he decide?

After the whole Planetina thing Morty gets much needed comfort from Beth. Tho he feels better after that, Morty feels the overwhelming need to be with Rick. As it happens, after that whole ordeal with Daphne, Rick feels an overwhelming need to be with Morty. Bedsharing and comfort ensue.

Morty notices that ever since the Citadel was destroyed, Rick’s been way more physically affectionate. Little touches, petting his hair, hugging, casually rubbing soothing circles on him when they relax, wanting to cuddle, affectionate kisses, handholding, even nuzzling him. Morty likes it. A LOT.

In a rare moment of relaxation, Rick and Morty snuggling up together, they share a kiss. Both are shocked but then immediately begin an intense make-out session.

Rick wants to make up for his prior mistreatment of Morty. Morty asks for something be never expected: A kiss. And Morty means a full on kiss - tongue included. Who is Rick to deny him?

Rick and Morty have a rather intense incest kink. Lots of dirty talk.

Morty finds out that Rick has feelings for him. Rick freaks out, feels like a piece of shit, and tries to run away. Morty stops him, clings to him, begs Rick to calm down and to not leave him. Rick is practically hysterical, Morty gets him to shut up and calm down the only way he can - a kiss.

Morty preys on Rick’s guilt for having mistreated Morty in the past by guilting him into having sex. Morty knows Rick doesn’t want it, but he’ll do anything Morty wants. Morty feels like shit doing this but he can’t get about of how good Rick feels inside him.

Morty royally screws up on an adventure, almost getting himself killed, and Rick opts for a good ol fashioned punishment - a bare bottom spanking. Aftercare happens because Rick was terrified for Morty and needs him to understand this is why he spanked him.

Rick suffers from Domdrop after a really emotionally intense session with Morty. Morty provides Rick with the aftercare he needs.

The family finds out about Rick and Morty’s relationship. Shocking everyone, it’s Beth who attacks Rick square in a blind rage. The whole time Morty is begging her to stop hurting Rick, who doesn’t even try to defend himself, and it’s Jerry and Summer who have to hold her back so she’ll actually listen to Morty.

Rick and Morty get married at the alien equivalent of Las Vegas. Summer was a witness and recorded the whole thing.

In another dimension it’s considered a rite of passage for a boy to have sex with the household patriarch when he turns 14. Morty never felt the need to do that but then Rick comes along and says that’s because Jerry wasn’t man enough to do it, so Rick takes it upon himself to do so.

Morty is attracted to Rick specifically because Rick is a dirty old man.

On the Citadel, some Morty’s are bred purely to be sex slaves for Rick’s. Bred to be more compliant, submissive, and who love Rick’s unconditionally no matter how badly they mistreat them.

Rick and Morty have an emotionally incestuous relationship. Basically: “when a parent or caregiver relies on a child for the support that an adult partner would usually provide. They may also treat the child like a romantic partner.”

Morty deliberately gets himself into trouble on adventures because Rick will, out of worry and adrenaline pumping through him, fuck Morty afterward like an animal. Like a twisted version of “glad to be alive sex”.

Rick and Morty have to hide in a tight fitting enclosed space while facing each other. Awkward boners and grinding / dry humping ensue.

Omegavese. Morty goes into heat and Rick knocks him up. It wouldn’t be so bad if Rick wasn’t seriously turned on by Morty being pregnant with his baby.

Omegaverse. Unclaimed Omega’s have it rough and are constant targets for harassment. One day Morty gets assaulted by some Alpha’s at school and before they’re able to violate and claim him, Rick shows up and makes them wish they were never born. Morty knew right then that Rick was his Alpha and begs for Rick to claim him.

Rookie Cop Rick x Cop Morty. Rick likes how chubby Morty is.

Toxic Rick x Toxic Morty. They’re both made up of the irrational attachments they have for each other. Without their healthier selves to reign them in they can’t keep their hands off each other. Basically, in between all the science, Toxic Rick fucks Toxic Morty and Toxic Morty can’t get enough of just how much Rick loves him.

Evil Rick x Evil Morty. Sometimes Morty lets Rick have control of himself again just so Rick will rape him like he used to before Morty took control.

Morty’s fantasy is for Rick to fuck him against his will while Morty cries and begs Rick to stop. Rick can’t deny Morty his perverted fantasy.

Rick goes on a rampage to save Morty and, by the time all is said and done, Rick is mildly wounded and is practically drenched in the blood of his enemy. And it’s the hottest thing Morty has ever seen in his life. Morty wants Rick to fuck him right then and there, raw and primal, using the blood as lube.

Morty’s just so small and cute. Rick loves it a little too much.

Rick loves to degrade and humiliate Morty in bed. Morty loves it too.

Breeding kink. They like to pretend Morty can actually get pregnant when they have sex.

OTHER:

Summer asks Rick to shrink her giant space incest baby down to normal baby size. Everyone tries to talk her out of it because she’s young and not ready to raise a baby, but she knows she can’t live without him and that she wants this.

Morty x Summer. It may have been under very weird circumstances but fact is they have a baby together. Summer says she doesn’t expect anything from Morty and is cool with it, but Morty wants to be involved. Raising a kid together can make you feel things you never expected to feel.

Morty x Summer. Morty liked attractive redheads and Summer is no exception.

Morty x Summer. After everything they’ve seen and done, sex with each other to relieve stress isn’t that noteworthy.

Morty x Summer. Summer is humiliated that she actually enjoys being fucked by her little brother. Worse yet, Morty knows it and taunts her with it while fucking her. Worst of all, him doing that makes it even better for her.

Morty x Summer. Set during the time Rick was in prison. They’re always fighting lately, sometimes to the point of physical aggression. One thing leads to another.

Morty & Summer. After the whole Morty Jr. thing, Morty isn’t sure he wants to be a dad again. But Summer is worn ragged with school, taking care of their recently-shrunk-to-normal-size space baby, and their family giving her crap for raising him instead of leaving him in space. And, well, he is responsible for the kid existing in the first place. Basically they raise their baby together.

Summer sees Morty getting picked on at school and she ends up beating up his bully half to death.

Morty x Summer. Something happens and they end up bound together face to face with Morty’s head buried in Summer’s boobs. They’re so big and soft that he gets aroused in spite of himself. Summer feels it, insults him like expected, but tells him just to hurry up and get rid of it by grinding against her thigh so they can start pretending this whole thing never happened sooner.

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And that’s all I got for now, folks! I know it’s a long list and it’s all over the place but I have so many ideas in my head and the S5 finale just sent my imagination into overdrive.

So please, if you’re a writer, I hope these prompts inspire you. Let me know if you write anything, please!

#rick and morty #rick & morty #rickorty #c 137cest #rickmorty #prompts #summorty #morty x summer #does this have a name?

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ozarkthedog · 4 years

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Reparations

Summary: Andy takes what he’s owed.

Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,519

Warnings: Power Play. Noncon. Swearing. Rough Oral Sex (Male Receiving). Asphyxiation.

Author’s Note: I had way too much fun writing this little fic. No Beta. Feel free to Join the Tag List in my Bio. 💙

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Grinding metal and shattering glass jolt your body awake as you instinctively try to right the wheel that slipped from your grip. Swerving to side of the dirt road, you park in front of the Black Audi that you just sideswiped. You will your heart to calm as you lay your head on the steering wheel.

Warily, you peer up at the rearview mirror, watching as a man flings open the driver’s side door with a force.

“What the hell!” The stranger shouts getting out of his car, leaving his door wide open and marches around the Audi.

You hear him shouting obscenities as he surveys the damage. Other than the obvious destruction to your car, you had made it through the fender bender unscathed.

“Fuck.” You mutter, quickly exiting your vehicle.

You don’t bother checking the front of your busted-up car as you made your way over to the fuming stranger. The summer heat swelters even though dusk had set in covering the quiet back road with shadows as the sun slowly disappeared.

“How did you not see me?!” He bellows, eyes still trained on the broken taillight and scratched bumper. Broken pieces of glass crunched under his shoes as he inspected the carnage.

His eyes exploding with anger as he whips his head towards you. “Well?!”

“I don’t know! All I can remember is that I was driving one moment and then the next…I’m sorry!” You choke back a sob not wanting to cry in front of a stranger.

You stare at the irate man as he kicks the shattered bits of glass to the side of the dirt road. His dark blue suit and expensive car said he was well off and that’d he wouldn’t just let this slide.

You were totally screwed.

“Are you high?” He asks, reaching for your face as he stalks closer. You back away swatting at his hands nervously.

“No, I am not! I’m just exhausted! I obviously fell asleep at the wheel. It was an accident.” You yell before rubbing your hands over your face. Your heart pounded harshly against your ribs.

“Uh, so what do we do?” You ponder, wanting to rip the band aid off and be done with this nightmare.

The man stands with his hands on his hips looking at you with exasperation. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath trying to calm himself. After a few seconds, his eyes whip open and narrow in on your anxious frame.

“We’ve got to exchange info. What’s your name and number?” He asks with a controlled voice, taking out his cell.

You answered him while copying his actions, trying to look like you knew what you were doing.

“What’s your insurance companies’ info?” Andy asked, flicking his eyes to yours.

“Uh… well…” You voice trails off knowing you don’t have any.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” His face falls flat. “You don’t have insurance?”

“Hey man, I can’t afford it right now.” Your voice raises, arguing back.

“It’s illegal to drive without it you know.” He scolds, tucking his cell back into his suit coat.

“I know. I’ve been saving up for it. I just didn’t think this would happen.” You wave your arms around like a game show host towards the cars.

It sets you on edge the way he huffed out a dark laugh and rubbed his beard.

“Ok, let’s make this quick. I’ve got to be home in 20 minutes.” He peers at his watch before his hands fall to his slacks.

You jolt when you notice his belt coming loose. “Whoa! What the fuck are you doing?”

“Well, since you can’t pay me, how else were you going to make amends?” His tone heavy with impatience.

You step back until your legs hit the bumper of his Audi. “Uh, I don’t know. But I’m sure there’s a way.” You try to reason with him as he walks towards you with a menacing aura.

He unbuttons his pants, “The only way you’re getting out of this without the cops getting involved is if you suck my cock. I’m a high-profile lawyer. I know exactly what to do to have someone put away for a very long time.” He states with an eerie calmness, almost like he’d done this before.

You shake your head, pleading, “No, there has to be something else I can do.”

He grinds his teeth with annoyance. “Come on, you’re just wasting time.”

His warm breath fans over your face adding to the sweat already dampening your skin. “Don’t fight me.”

You scream as his hands shove you down to your knees, trapping you against the hot metal of his car, his legs caging you in. Fear racks your body sending you into fight mode regardless of his previous statement.

You push against his legs hard, but he growls down at you, “What did I just say?”

He traps both your hands high above your head with his left hand, before grabbing your neck with his right. “If you bite me, I swear to god you will never see the light of day again.” His ominous threat sent chills down your spine.

You whimpered and closed your eyes. The stressful tears finally falling as your shoulders shake with hopelessness.

Something soft yet solid nudges against your lips, “Open up.” He pries your jaw open with a hand squeezing against your face.

You painfully moan as he succeeds and shoved his thick cock inside your mouth. He hits the back of your throat causing your head to thump against the car with an ‘-oof”. He stuffs your lips wide with a low, raspy groan forcing you to choke around him.

Saliva saturates your tongue as Andy thrusts in and out with a steady pace, “Yeah, get my cock nice and wet.” His eyes narrow on you when he feels your tongue move underneath his aching member.

Dirt scrapes your knees as he bucks into your face, letting out sinful moans. “Fuck, that’s it. Make me feel good.”

Your eyes slam shut hating the way he spoke to you. Your lips quivered around his length as he plunged into your mouth with quick jabs. Your throat tightens when he bottoms out, pushing hard against the back of your mouth.

“Let me feel that throat.” He purrs.

A sly yet crude smile meets your eyes when they open. It was like looking at the devil. The handsome beast finally showing his true form.

You gag forcefully as his right hand holds your head against the trunk by your scalp and thrusts vigorously over your tongue.

“You’re gonna to give me that throat or else.” He demands, eyes hardening with a darkness you’d never seen before.

Tears slip down your cheeks as you gag under his ministrations. His girthy cock cutting off your air supply with every thrust. “Come on, give me it.” He grits, shoving his hips harder into your face.

You dismally acquiesce and relax your throat allowing him to slide down your gullet. His lewd moans fill the air as your throat convulses around cock.

“Fuck, that’s tight.” He recants his hips letting you breath for a spell before slipping back into your warm channel with a pounding force.

Spit runs down your chin and ruins your shirt making you feel filthy as he stared down at you, grinning. “Your mouth was made to suck dick.” He slammed his right hand on the trunk of his car as the pleasure consumed him.

He pants, bucking into your face harder and harder before his hips stall and he lodges his cock in your throat.

You frantically try to shake him off while he explodes his releases down your throat, but his grip is back on your scalp holding you still as he coats your esophagus with his thick seed.

Your heart lurches and lungs burn as he stays put, “I can feel you trying to breath. Your throat is milking my dick, it feels fucking amazing.”

Then suddenly he steps back, ripping his cock from your mouth as you fall into a heap on the dirt road coughing heavily. Cum, dust and spit cover your jaw line and tongue as you suck in desperate breaths.

Andy fixes his clothing and peers around, surprised that not a single car drove by chalking it up to good luck.

He gazes over your pitiful form as you push yourself onto all fours and cautiously look at him through water eyes. His temper seemed to have faded, an orgasmic hue radiating from him now.

“Don’t worry about the cops. That mouth of yours saved you.” He said with a smirk.

You sighed with relief as you watched him walk to the driver’s side before he turned around with a malevolent smirk.

“I’ll be reaching out soon for another payment. But next time it’ll be with interest.” He winked and adjusted his cock in his slacks before getting into his car and driving away.

You swallowed thickly knowing you’d have to see him again before stumbling back to your run-down car to head home for another sleepless night.

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draco-and-tom · 3 years

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Dirty Girl- James Potter

Summary: James has been busy lately and you take things a little too far too get his attention

A/N: I loved writing this request so much because I'm in love with the marauders and haven't been able to write a blurb/one shot for them do to my requests which are basically always open. To both of the lovely people that requested marauder stuff I love you <3.

WARNINGS: Slut shaming, unprotected sex, choking, degrading, praise, pet names, grinding, sensitiveness, spit kink, mirror sex.

Type: Smut to kinda fluff

REQUEST: Hey girl I really loved your all of your stories, Do you think you could do another one but a little more focused on james being a Dom james x reader. with a lot of degradation and bdsm. But please no daddy kink just her calling him like jamiese.If it don’t want to it fine I totally get but just asking!

Around this time of year was really stressful and annoying for you. You couldn't seem to get your boyfriend’s attention because he was always training for quidditch. Here you were, watching your boyfriend mumble to himself about game strategies. You had already gone most of the summer without seeing him and now you had to deal with this. You were bored, horny, and sad. The worst part of it all was that James knew it and didn't care. He would always try to hush you with “later bunny” or “not right now y/n” just so that he could enjoy your frustration. Plus in all honesty, he truly was busy. You watched carefully as James wrote plays on parchment and hid your body under the sheets, not wanting to be caught. You started touching your body, sliding your hand slowly down your stomach and to where you wanted him most. As soon as your hand touches the wet spot in your panties James turns his head to look at you. You quickly moved your hand away, but there wasn't a point, he had caught you. James looked at you sternly and you tried hard not to cry from frustration. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Bunny?” you looked away from his face, unable to make eye contact any longer. You sigh and wiggle uncomfortably under his gaze “I’m sorry Jamiese” your voice was barely above a whisper. James turned back around to continue his work but still talked to you “Get out from under the sheets”. You lifted the covers off of you and sat on the bed, your legs crossed. You kept sighing and whimpering, just trying to get your boyfriend's attention, but he didn't even tell you to be quiet. He was ignoring you. Once you understood what he was doing you got up off the bed. James didn’t even turn to look at you, it was like you weren't there. “Jamieseeeee” you whined as you made your way over to him. He continued to write down things for quidditch. You wanted to snap the quill in half, but you knew that if you did that he would just get out a new one. When James was ignoring you he went all the way out, pretending like what you were doing didn’t happen. Either that or that it was completely normal for something to happen out of nowhere, almost like a ghost. You huffed and sat on his lap, your legs on either side of his waist. You knew you were being a whiny brat, but right then you didn’t care like you usually would. James looked everywhere but at you and what you were doing, even when you wiggled your hips against him trying to get friction. You’re lip quivered as you watched him ignore your actions once more. You felt like you could scream and cry from frustration. You knew that if you cried James would more than likely wrap you in his arms and give you all of the attention that you had been craving, but you didn’t want to be that much of a needy baby. You hid your mouth in the crook of his neck and rocked your hips gently against his. You whimpered and moaned against his skin as you rocked your hips. You could tell it was hard for him to ignore you. His breathing became more ragged and the movements of his hand as he was writing were more forced and seemingly un-structured. You pant and moan in his ear with pleasure as you grind against him. James grew hard underneath you and had stopped writing, unable to focus, but still refused to give you even a shred of his attention. “James” you whined. At the sound of his name, the act was finally broken. He lifted your chest off of him and made you look him in his eyes. James scoffed at your state “don’t be such a needy slut Bunny. I told you to be good, but you’re acting like a dirty whore,”. You looked him in the eyes and felt your lip quiver. James stood, holding you in his arms, and walked over to his bed. He laid you on the side of the mattress “bend over whore”. You listened to him, it was the least you could do after everything. There was a mirror on the wall in front of you and you immediately knew where this was going. James had joked around about fucking you in front of a mirror, but you always knew it was more than a joke. You were glad that it was finally happening, every time he would bring it up you could feel your panties dampen. The worst part was that James teased in detail. He would talk about how deep he would be and how you would take him so good as he watched your face in the reflective surface. Once he noticed how his dirty talk got you he would whisper things in your ear “aw. Poor bunny. One day beautiful”. But now it was finally happening and you were practically buzzing with excitement. You felt James lift up your skirt lightly and rested your face against the bed “please Jamiese”. He chuckled and lifted your face to look at him in the mirror “this could’ve been a completely different experience if you would have been a good girl,”. You whined and made sure to not look away from him “You wouldn’t have given me anything if I was a good girl.” as soon as you said it you knew it was a mistake. You immediately felt James’ hand reach over and pop yours, leaving pink tink on your skin. James kept eye contact with you as he spoke hash words, all of them going straight to your core. “You better be glad I'm giving you anything slut” you whimpered under his touch as he felt you through your soaked panties. You saw James smirk as he touched you, thanks to the mirror “You like it when I talk to you like the needy whore you are, don't you? Pathetic”. You nodded “can't help it Jamiese” and you hear his chuckle at your words. He pushes your panties down your legs and you let out a shutter as you feel the cold air hit your soaking heat. James tosses your panties somewhere on the floor and returns his attention to you “you’ll look at me in the mirror until I tell you otherwise. Understood?” you nod and he shakes his head “use your words slut”. You let out a shaky breath and answer him “yes sir”. You cringe at how needy you sound and James rolls his eyes “you act like it’s a surprise. You know you’re needy for me, don't deny it”. You sigh and nod your head. You didn’t notice that James was touching you until you felt two fingers thrust inside of you quickly, causing you to moan. He pulled his fingers out and you whimpered as you saw him lick your arousal from his fingers. James ran his hands up and down your thighs, speaking softly in contrast to his filthy words. “You’re tight for a whore, but then again I'm the only one that gets to touch you. Isn’t that right?’ you let out a shaky breath you didn't know you had been holding and nodded “only you”. You heard James groan and watched as he stepped back slightly, undressing himself. Before you knew it you felt James’ cock against your dripping pussy and shuttered at the feeling. James gripped your hips with one of his hands and lined himself up. You struggled to keep your eyes on the mirror in front of you as James slammed into you, giving you no time to adjust. Soon the burning pain turned into pleasure and you watch his face contort from pleasure. The marauder opened his eyes and looked at you, watching your reaction as he pounded into you. One of his hands made its way to your hair, holding it away from your face, he wanted to see everything he was doing to you. James adjusted himself and barely lifted your hips with his free hand, causing you to moan. He groaned at your reaction “That's it. Take it like a good little slut.”. James’ thrusts became faster but still precise. It felt like he was getting deeper with each thrust if possible. Your boyfriend let go of your hair and gripped your jaw, still looking into your eyes “You can look away now. I need to show you what a whore you are”. You nod and James tilts your chin back and kisses you roughly. It almost felt like the two of you were having a moaning contest. The feel and sound of the moans he spilled in your mouth cause you to return the favor. Suddenly James pulled back and tapped your lips “open” you raised an eyebrow in confusion but obliged anyway. James spit into your mouth and you let out a shocked moan, clenching around him. He looked at you and scoffed “well…. What the fuck are you waiting for?! Swallow whore”. You immediately followed his instructions, earning yourself a few grunts from James. You felt so weak at the moment. Your legs were shaky, and your pussy was clenching tighter around your boyfriend, moans continuously slipping from your quivering lips. After a few more thrusts you felt the sparks in your stomach grow stronger “please let me cum Jamiese. M’ so close”. Your boyfriend chuckled “Does my little slut want to finish? Look back in the mirror and I’ll help my dirty girl out”. You look in the mirror and watch as James’ hand wraps around your throat, tightening little by little. He chuckled as he watched you struggle against your fluttering eyelids, his hand tightening more and making your breathing even more ragged. You finally felt the wave of relief crash over you and watched James’ reaction as your pussy squeezed around him. His eyes were shrewd shut and his lips slightly parted. It wasn’t just how he looked though. You could hear and feel his reaction too, making it so much better. His thrusts lost their perfect rhythm and he was struggling for breath as he moaned. James’s hand was now blocking a lot of air from coming in at once and you began to feel your mind become foggy. His hips shuttered against you and you knew how close he was “want me to cum in my slut’s tight little hole? Hm?”. You struggled to form words, but eventually let out a shaky whine “please J-James please”. There was something about the way you said his name. All whiney and ruined, he loved it. “Fuck y/n. So good” you moaned at the praise and the feeling of his cum spilling into you. Your boyfriend laid his body against yours and trailed kisses down your neck and shoulder until he gained the strength to lift himself and pull out. You whimpered at the empty feeling. James lifted you up lightly and laid you on his mattress. He climbed in right after he made sure you were comfortable laying on your back. James pressed a sweet kiss to your lips and you smiled against his lips tiredly. The boy pulled back and looked at your fucked out state. You felt the marauders gaze on you and listened to him as he spoke. “You did so good for me Bunny” James watched as you opened your eyes and beamed up at him with a lazy smile. You were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The look in his eyes was so sweet you were almost shocked that you were what he was looking at. You survey his face as a grin makes its way onto his lips “really?” you ask and James just nods sweetly. The boy kisses your cheek and rubs it with his thumb like any more pressure would break you “can I clean you up beautiful?”, you nod and he moves down to the pool all over your thighs and pussy. James spreads your legs gently licks your thighs clean of the liquid. You whimper and grip his hair in your hands, almost as a hint. James pulls back and sighs, placing a kiss on both of your thighs before speaking “I know bunny, I promise I'll try to be careful". You nod and mumble a slurred “mkay” and that was the only permission he needed to continue. Once James was finished licking you clean he laid beside you and pulled the covers over the both of you. You let out a sigh of content as the boy you loved pulled you closer to him and cuddles you. James placed a soft kiss on your cheek and you both share three words that go way beyond their definition. “I love you Y/N” “I love you, James”

TAGLIST: @harrypotter-whore ( @georgeswh0re I lost the message where you told me which characters you wanted to be tagged in, so I figured safe>sorry) @msmb

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Summary: Apollo doesn’t feel well. So he decided to take a week or few off streaming and focus on himself. Week turns into a month, and he doesn't even notice how time flies. Getting out of the burnout is the hardest part, but he's sure that it's possible. Especially when he finds out that his friends were worried about him.

At the end of the world with you by RK16 (5up/Steve, teen rating, gen | 3.2k words)

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Summary: Tales and drabbles of friends and more <3

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Summary: steve comes to the conclusion that apollo is in love with him. and so, steve decides to do what he does best: completely fuck with apollo's peace of mind. but apollo knows how to play games, and most importantly, he knows how to win them.

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Summary: Just another party at Hafu's and just another night together in their hotel room. But today Dumbdog was especially flirty while drunk. But why should Steve complain.

the lull of your lips by sweetlikesugr (Apollo/Steve, explicit, m/m | 3.7k words)

Summary: “Welcome to Sugar Pine Hotline, where you can find everything your body craves, and then some more. All you’ve got to do is not be afraid to ask, lover boy.” “Uh, is the guy with the extremely soothing voice working tonight?” “I’m sorry sir, you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” “Ehm, I believe he said he goes by a Rat Boy sometimes? Is that helpful?” “Redirecting you now…”

we lay here for years or for hours (so long we become the flowers) by Qupid (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 3.7k words)

Summary: Steve's words fall from his lips in the form of petals, waiting for him to whisper I love you to the person that holds his heart. Apollo is trapped in a magic slumber and Steve's words would only fall on deaf ears.

Blood and Dogwood Flowers by DeadlyHuggles (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 3.8k words)

Summary: Steve laughed softly at Dumbdog's antics, but the laughter swiftly turned into something much worse. That ever present scratch in his throat grew as he began to cough. He couldn’t stop coughing. His throat hurt so badly, like thorns were digging into them. He felt like something sharp was trying to climb up his throat. He hacked and hacked until at last he hacked up the thing in his mouth into his hands. And then everything stopped. The scratch in his throat was still there, but it was much less severe, merely a tickle than an actual scratch now, and delicately in his palms sat a four petaled, light pink flower with a light green center. Steve felt a bolt of horror go through him as he stared down at the innocent little flower. Hanahaki was a decently rare disease, but often cases of hanahaki were broadcasted and romanticized. There were very few people alive who didn’t know what coughing up flowers meant.

I'll surround you (make you feel sure) by LovelyDayForIt (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 4.4k words)

Summary: The events preceding, during, and subsequent to the Vegas meetup. Follow Steve and Dumbdog through a tale of adoration, panic. Secrets only lead to more secrets, and they can eat up a person inside and out.

My Kinda Love by rosesinwinter (5up/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 5.8k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: 5up as the shy bartender with a pretty voice. Steve as the sarcastic and oblivious runner-from-his-past. Hafu as the meddling best friend. The rest is history.

out of nothing, into more (see the day) by 5280ft (5up/Apollo/Steve, teen rating, multi | 5.8k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: dive out of nothing and into more but i can’t quite tell what i’m hoping for somehow, maybe now, i’ll find the words to say: never thought i’d see the day see the day, the altogether

soften the light that hurts my eyes by homeward_bound (5up/David/Hafu, mature, multi | 8.8k words)

Summary: [hafu has a rough day, 5up has a rough night, david holds them together, and the morning sun casts a gentle warmth over all of them.]

cupid's compendium of extraordinary words by Qupid (5up/Ellum, 5up/Sleepy, 5up/Steve, Apollo/Gumi, Apollo/Steve, Br00d/DK, Koji/Steve, teen rating, multi | 9k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: a series of brief accounts of the word of the day in the only way I know how to express it

lexicon of a simple worm by thebetterwormy (5up/Apollo, 5up/Ellum, 5up/Fundy, Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 10.3k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: a series of little fics based on the word of the day :)

I haven't told you anything yet by some_spooky_shit_right_there (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 11.6k words, chaptered)

Summary: Apollo has always been a great pilot. He never felt more at home than when within the cockpit of his Jaeger. But now, he's been stationed at the Houston base, tiny and empty. His Jaeger comes with him but he doesn't have a copilot anymore. If he's being honest with himself, he isn't really a pilot anymore either.

anthology by sweetlikesugr (5up/Ellum, 5up/Sleepy, 5up/Steve, Apollo/Steve, Koji/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 12k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: anthology [ an-thol-uh-jee ] noun, plural an·thol·o·gies. a collection of selected writings by one author.~ or lav attempts to write a short ficlet based around the word of the day, hopefully every day.

Under the Rose by Hinician (5up/Fundy, unrated, m/m | 14.4k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: 5up, a plant-hybrid witch, encounters an injured Dreamon Hunter lying in his woods. After rehabilitating the Hunter and convincing him that he’s not a Dreamon, 5up thought he’d never see the fox man again. This is in fact not the case.

we should just kiss like real people do by Qupid (Apollo/Steve, mature, m/m | 14.6k words, chaptered)

Summary: Apollo spends his nights walking other people's dreams, but then he moves to LA to live with his good old pal Steve. Suddenly, he is walking Steve's dreams every night, a tourist of his subconscious, and Apollo can't decide if it's the best or the worst thing to ever happen.

The Kind That's Never Done by some_spooky_shit_right_there (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 15k words, chaptered)

Summary: Apollo is fucked. In general, Apollo doesn't really believe in love the way most people talk about it. To Apollo, love isn't some big thing, there's no grand romance that the universe has destined, that's just not how it works. What love is, is having someone that you're happy to be around. When the good parts about someone outweigh the bad parts, when you're content to be around them, that's what love is. And Apollo has lost count of all the good things about Steven Suptic.

loving you is so easy (and I never want to stop) by thebetterwormy (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 17.3k words, chaptered)

Summary: “I didn’t know we had a third roommate,” Steve says, turning the stuffed animal to face him. “Does this mean we can split rent three ways?” (Apollo brings his childhood stuffed dog to his new apartment with Steve. It causes a few... changes.)

Things Like Me And Things Like You Shouldn't Mix by some_spooky_shit_right_there (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, multi | 62.3k words, chaptered)

Summary: Steve startles, just slightly, when he sees the man in his kitchen. And, it's not like Steve checked out the place before signing the lease, because it was cheap and he needed somewhere to stay, so he didn't know if he would have any roommates, but if it's just one, he can deal with it. The guy's about Steve's age, and just as tall, too. Maybe even a touch taller then Steve, but who's keeping track. He looks perfectly normal, which is honestly the most startling thing. His skin is unblemished, and his clothes, while definitely a bit old fashioned, are spotless. His slightly reddish hair is a touch unkempt, but overall he looks like a perfectly normal dude. He doesn't look up when Steve walks in, and he suspects that the guy hasn't even registered that he's there. He's just sitting in one of these creaky old wooden chairs that came with the place. He's looking across the built in table, (and Steve takes a moment to admire it, because he's always found built-ins to add so much character to a house) and he stares blankly at a spot on the opposite wall. Steve decides he should probably just get this out of the way, and moves to address the ghost that's sitting in his new kitchen.

Also!!

spaded_ace’s sex and vienna collection.

5280ft’s modern metamorphoses: a greek collection and world's worst roommates and co. collection.

Nnoitra’s What happened In Vegas collection.

FAQ:

Wait what is this: pretty straight to the point! i’ll regularly share crewfu-related fanfictions to this blog :)

How regularly is “regularly”?: great question! LOL. it depends on the flow of fanfics that get uploaded, which i do not have any control over, but i’m looking forward to do this twice a month. after all, it’s only me doing this and i often run on a tight schedule.

What’s the format like?:

[title of fic with link] by [author of the fic with link] ([main pairing(s)], [fic rating: eg, general rating], [relationship: eg, m/m] | [word count in k], [added prompt to specify if it’s complete or not])

Summary: [summary provided by the author. if it doesn’t have a summary, a “No summary” prompt will be put instead]

(What does WIP mean again?): Work In Progress :)

Why are you doing this?: from the beginning, my blog has hosted conversations about RPF (real people fiction) and crewfu pairings. this has evolved into people sending me updates about certain fics in the crewfu tags every now and then, but i wanna take the next step and just do these things myself. after all, i’m already lurking in the tags often to see the fics that get posted. as someone who is both a writer and a reader, i wanna appreciate fanfic writers and help out other people that want to read fanfic and consume more fandom content!

Will it be AO3 only?: well, ao3 has a very helpful tag system that makes finding fics incredibly easy, as well as allowing people with no accounts to like and comment on fics, so that’s the site i will personally look in for fanworks. but if there are any fics you’ve written or liked in any other platforms, such as wattpad, you can always contact me through my inbox (send an ask or a dm!), and i’ll make sure to include for the next fanfic spotlight :)

Does it mean you won’t reply to fic asks anymore?: yeah, i guess. since i’ll be doing the searching myself it seems counterproductive. but if i ever skip a fic or again, it’s in another platform, or you’ve posted/read the fic a while ago and you want to get more traction on it, hit me up and i’ll take it into consideration!

Will you read every single one of the fics on your list?: oh no. again, i run on a tight schedule, and also i have my own taste when it comes to fics. i won’t be reviewing fics or any of the sort, and my intention extends to simply sharing these fics to this page so people will have easier access to them :) that’s where ao3 tagging becomes SUPER useful!!!

So what’s the criteria for the way you’ll sort out the fics in your list?: word count, going from lowest to highest. in case of fics in other platforms, i guess i’ll put them at the top of the list. i’ll also be looking for fairly recent fics, so let me know if you want any old-ish fic to be included.

I see you talking mostly about 5up/Steve and Steve/Apollo. Can I still send/see other crewfu fics?: why yes absolutely! my goal is to push every fic which heavily features regular crewfu characters - 5uptic and supdog just happen to be very popular pairings. so, to give you a list: core 4 (5up, hafu, dk, steve), apollo, aipha, annie, janet, kimi, ellum, koji… you know the drill. it doesn’t have to be centered on a relationship, or about 5up in specific, etc. my only requirement is that any of the previously mentioned members are a central part of the fic or are HEAVILY featured in it (sorry, minecraft fics with 50+ tags who only mention 5up as an afterthought won’t make the cut :/).

Isn’t shipping Bad™?: well, it’s a little more nuanced than that. i will go out of my way to discourage and shame people who often violate CCs’ boundaries by acting like so and so has a crush on this person, or that this and that are Actually Into Each Other or secretly dating. any sort of tinhat bullshit is a big nono (think larries). but i run on the assumption that people who write rpf understand that what they’re doing is simply write a completely fictional story using real life personalities, and understand the boundaries necessary to do it - aka they’re not tinhats, they understand they can’t assume everything about CCs’ thoughts and personalities, they understand that what they’re writing is strictly fiction, they keep these works only in fandom circles, etc. (but again, it’s only one me doing this, so please be kind if i don’t happen to know that this person is Actually a tinhat or whatever).

show fic: NO. (seriously. i don’t feel comfortable putting my ao3 account out there. please respect my privacy on these trying times <3)

I REALLY don’t care about your rpf/fic talk: fair! i’ll be tagging every single one of these posts as “fanfic spotlight”, so just mute the tag using tumblr settings so you’ll never have to look at these! likewise, you can follow the tag if you want to keep up with it, or search it on my blog to look at the other entries you might have missed.

Hey, my fic is here and I don’t feel comfortable with it being shared over here: no problem! let me know as soon as you can and i’ll take it down <3

#long post #crewfu #i'm never letting myself go that long without making one of these again. UGHH #love to see the word of the day fics <3 and more f/m pairing hellllll yea #fanfic spotlight #good night everyone. kisses to all the lovely writers <3

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sherlollydramoine · 4 years

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Another WIP Preview

Here’s another random update on some stuff that I’ve been working on. Anything posted here may possibly be a huge chunk of the fic, or just a snippet. All of these works are unedited and are in the rough draft phase of writing. Please leave me your feedback either via an ask, a message, or a comment.

1. Love At the Shore, requested expansion from a fic title request. RAMI X READER

Getting invited by your best friend, Alicia, from college to hang out with her in her hometown of LA for the last month of summer before you headed back to school was the best thing you’ve ever done. Glad to be free from your toxic family for a few weeks left you feeling excited, and perhaps way more than willing to let loose. So when Alicia suggests that you head to the beach for the afternoon, you were more than happy to go. You were going to miss this though, as the summer was quickly coming to a close, soon enough it was back to the grind of textbooks, tests, and the stress that accompanies college life.

Maybe it’s because she’s from LA, or just part of her personality but Alicia is a force to be reckoned with. She doesn’t take shit from anyone and is the biggest badass out of everyone you’ve ever met. Her enthusiasm and energy was relentless and also somehow infectious. She has always had a way of lighting up a room and brings the fun to everything. Most people assume that her attitude and demeanor makes her stupid which couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s pre-med, always made the deans list and is in the top 1% of your graduating class.

“Y/N did you grab the beer from the fridge and put them in the cooler?” she asks, as she throws her gorgeous brown hair up on top of her head.

“Yes. I also put all the snacks in there. Why do we need so much food?”

“The boys are joining us for some sun and fun, and they can eat.” she laughs out.

“Oh God Al-is this a good idea? I mean that suit is-it’s tiny.”

Her laughter was infectious and her brown eyes full of amusement.

“That’s the point. You are here to party before you get bogged down by school responsibilities. It fits you perfectly and honestly, you’ll have no problem finding some decent dick later if that’s what you are aiming for. And Sami’s brother is fucking hot. I mean, I may be biased, but they are also identical twins.. soooo.” she continues laughing.

“It always comes back to getting dicked with you doesn’t it?”

“Not always, I don’t get any when I’m at school unless Sami or I decide to visit each other. The pain of having been in a committed relationship for well over six years. So I guess, I don’t know, I need to live vicariously through you.”

“Living vicariously through me? You’ve pretty much been getting dicked the entirety of the summer, and you’ve disappeared on me several times while I’ve been here; for Sami’s dick.”

“The boy will be here soon, so go get your ass into your suit!”

Doing as she said you went to her spare room to change. Silently cursing her for insisting that you wear the tiniest black bikini known to man. It barely covered anything, and you felt uncomfortable. Throwing on the cutoff shorts and off the shoulder top she picked for you to wear over your suit, you head into the living room in search of your sandals your body.

“Hey Allie, can I borrow your-” you started, as you came around the corner of the hallway into the living room you collided with someone.

“Oh! I’m so sorry.” you mutter out an apology.

“It’s alright. You must be YN, I’m Rami, Sami’s brother.”

“Yeah I kind of figured.” you smile, as he shrugs and you watch something you think is amusement play across his face.

2. Animals - this is piece currently sitting pretty at over 7k. Enjoy this chunk. WARNINGS: THIS CONTAINS LANGUAGE & SMUT.. RAMI X READER

“C’mon babe it’ll be fun! Seriously, there is no privacy for us anywhere and I’m tired of sneaking around just to get an opportunity to give my girl some proper lovin’” he whined, in your ear. “It’s bad enough that neither of us have been able to travel as much since I left for school, and I miss you so fucking much. I get so much crap from my classmates about how much time I spend thinking about you.”

You were laying down in the backseat of his car, with him still on top of you, as you had just finished have some pretty incredible sex. And now he was trying to convince you that both should go on your first random road trip together. Or rather a spontaneous adventure as he kept referring to it.

“I don’t know. I have to work and you are only going to be home from school for a very short period of time. Your family misses you a lot and I don’t want to take you away from them more than I already have. I don’t want them to hate me more than I’m sure they already do.”

“Well, that’s up to you. I know you have quite a bit of savings, as do I. Believe it or not, I’ve managed to put away a decent chunk of money, even as a poor college student. Mama taught me how to be frugal. And don’t talk like that because you know for a fact that my family adores you. My brother keeps giving me shit about the fact that we aren’t married yet. He said that he was certain that it would have happened the day I turned eighteen.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that statement because marriage was something that both of you had talked about since we were sixteen. Both of you are fairly certain that it was an inevitability for you both.

“You know what? We are young, in love, so why the hell not. Let’s do it. I hate my stupid fucking job anyway and there will always be other job opportunities.”

“That’s the spirit! I love you. I’m so happy that you decided to say yes, because I have a few surprises that I had planned, if you had said yes to this.”

“When should we leave?”

“Tonight?”

“Great, but what time tonight? I get off work at 10, but I don’t want to smell like the diner so I’d want to go home and at least shower first.”

“Since I was going to drop you off at work, I can pick you up and take you home so that you can shower and then we go after that. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Yes. Now come here lover boy. I want you so bad right now. We’ve got time to make up for.”

“Again? Didn’t we just-” you cut him off mid sentence with a kiss. His mouth not putting up much of a fight against yours. Your fingers threading through his wild hair as you pull him closer.

Your naked bodies already tangled together in the backseat of the car, your hips bucked into his, and you can feel his hardening member against your thigh. He stops momentarily to grab his jeans off the floorboard to grab another condom out of his pocket, and he wastes very little time slipping it on.

“Mmmm baby.. I want you so fucking bad.” you murmur against his ear.

Your body so easily turned on by him, was already slick and ready, and you couldn’t help the low moan that escapes you as he slides into you. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist you buck your hips in time with his thrusts.

The only sounds you could hear was the squeaking of the car as it rocked in time with your joint movements, and the quiet moans that you were both letting out.

“Ohhhh. Yes baby… don’t stop…”

“Fuck baby, always so tight for me. I love you. You feel so good. Just.. uhhh.. Fuckkkk.. Yesss..”

Skin slapping skin as your hips meet in time with each other, your desperation for each growing in this heated moment. Your nails clawing at his back as his thrusts become more frantic in their pace.

Unable to restrain your pleasure you let it all out with a series of moans as you continued your assault on his back. Your moans only spurred him on further, your bodies slick with sweat, his moans in your ear getting louder.

“Yesss baby…. Godddd… yesss….please don’t stop baby.. Fuckkkk…. I’m so close… So close…. “ you whined in his ear.

His lips descend on yours for a heated kiss as he his hips pounded into yours, working to push you over the edge and into the depths of your orgasm.

It took a few more thrusts of his hips to get you there, but you came around him with a muffled scream of his name, your nails digging further into his back. You felt his cock twitch, body stiffen, as he followed you into orgasmic bliss.

His body collapsed on top of yours, as you held on to him tightly until you both were recovered enough to finally move again.

“Damn babe. That was hot.” he smiled, your naked bodies still tangled together.

“It always is with you my love.”

“I can feel it now babe, but seriously, I think you fucked up my back. Jesus woman, you are seriously like a fucking cat. I can’t take my shirt off for a while now, or my brother will give me so much shit and the rest of my family will know exactly what the hell we’ve been up to. They know we are together, but I think with them, ignorance is bliss.”

You giggled and could feel yourself turning red with embarrassment,”I’m sorry my love. I wasn’t even aware that I was doing it, but if it makes you feel better, I won’t walk right for a week.”

The smug look on face told you that he was happy with that compromise.

“I wouldn’t worry about your back anyway since we are leaving tonight, so who gives a fuck who sees you with a clawed up back. Maybe I was just marking my territory. Hell, I’ve got enough hickies all over me that I might as well be a walking advertisement for ‘committed relationships’” you shrug, as you both sat up in the back seat, and started to re-dress.

“I hate when our time together comes to an end like this, but I should probably get you home so that you can get ready for work.”

“Me too. I should just say ‘fuck it’ and just go to work all mussed and smelling like sex.” you giggled again.

“Oh fuck babe, that would be so hot, but no, I promised my brother that we’d go to dinner tonight. He knows how bad I want to see you though, so he suggested that we go to your diner for dinner. Their burgers at least are delicious.” he smiled into your hair.

“I love you so much Rami. I swear you are the best and bless your brother for giving up some of his precious little time with you just for us. Maybe I fell in love with the wrong twin.” you tease, laughing at the mock hurt on his face.

“How dare you!” he gasps in shock, as he dramatically places his hand over his heart.

“Oh you!” you poke him in his stomach and he yelps. “Always so freaking dramatic…”

“Ha! I’m an actor, that’s what I’m supposed to do. Ya know? Be dramatic!”

You roll your eyes at him,”You’ve always been a dramatic ass bitch, but it’s alright, I still love you anyway.”

“Ugh.” he dramatically sighed.

“Seriously? The dramatics again.”

His laugh was loud as he playfully shoved you, before he opened the back door of the car and climbed out, stretching his body. God you almost started drooling watching his body as it stretched. His shirt riding up on his stomach just a little bit, and for some reason you had to resist the urge to bite it. Next time, you are definitely going to leave a little mark there, right above the ‘v’ of his delicious hips. Leave your mark on him, like staking a claim, a little something that temporarily marks him as yours.

You followed his lead and exited the back of the car, smoothing your dress down over your hips before leaning against the drivers side door waiting for him to wander his way back to you. Once he was in front of you, you throw your arms around his neck and give him a sweet chaste kiss.

“I love you so damn much. How the hell did I get so damn lucky?” you smiled, tears filling your eyes from all of the random emotions swirling around inside of you.

“Aw baby don’t cry. I love you too! Don’t doubt yourself love, because I’m the lucky one. The luckiest man alive because I have you.” he reassured as you sniffled into his chest.

“No way. Me. I’m… I’m.. I’m.. just.. I’m so plain.” you gestured to your body as if to demonstrate your point.

“Excuse me. No. I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you. I see a beautiful woman with the kindest eyes, beautiful hair, and a generous heart. I’m the lucky one because have you seen me? The guy with big eyes that looks so different from the majority of my peers.” he tried echoing your earlier movements.

“NO! DON’T YOU EVER SAY THAT! You’re eyes are so expressive and gorgeous. I’ve known you forever and I still can’t figure out exactly what fucking color they are. They are… I call them ‘ocean eyes’ because they are ever changing from green to blue to sometimes gray. You are so talented and anyone that doesn’t see how talented you are is a fucking loser. And you will be successful no matter what because you want it, your live it, you fight for it. You are the love of my life, and I will stand behind you and support you no matter what!” holding him a little tighter now, because you know how insecure he can be about the way he looks.

“Oh babe. Look at us, arguing over our looks. If anyone overheard this conversation would think we are the two most shallow individuals on the planet.” he laughs, trying to lighten the mood.

“Rami, this is fucking LA, ninety-eight percent of the population is made up of a bunch of shallow assholes. So for someone to overhear a conversation about our looks would just think we are another bunch of wannabe somethings.”

Another bark of laughter from him before he kisses your forehead.

“Okay, we need to get going now or both of us are going to be late.”

It was your turn to laugh again before you pointed out the fact that his name should actually be Rami Late-For-Everything Malek. To which he actually just flipped you the bird and that made you laugh so much harder than you already were. That was your Rami, playful and fun, sarcastic and just.. he was always making you laugh.

Sighing you climb into the passenger seat and buckle up, he puts the car in drive and cranks the radio up. You both singing along loudly and off-key to nearly every song that came on. Time seemed to pass by all too quickly and before you knew it, you were outside your house. You lean over to give him a not so chaste kiss, pulling away all too quickly.

“I’ll see you in a few hours baby. Oh, I forgot to tell you, bring your birth certificate and passport with you, just in case we decide to do something reckless on our little trip.” he smiled conspiratorially at you, before giving you a wink. He can’t wink for shit, but it's adorable watching him try.

Confusion racking your brain, but not questioning his motives you shut the door, and watch him drive away. Feeling like you were floating on air you nearly dance your way into the house that share with your parents and begin packing for your trip.

You decide to pack fairly light, even though you have no clue how long this trip is going to last for and you grab the documents that he requested that you bring with you, putting them in a plastic Ziploc bag, and shoving them into your backpack.

Deciding to lay down for about an hour to take a small nap before work, your body a little tired from the vigorous activities earlier this afternoon. Waking with your alarm, you get up and take a quick shower, and then get dressed in your ugly work uniform, grab your bags and head out the door. Standing at the end of your driveway waiting for Rami to show, a little late like always, your mind wanders to what he had said earlier. What could he possibly mean by ‘if we decide to do something reckless?’ The thoughts rolling around in your brain, you must have looked like an idiot standing there lost in thought that you barely registered that he had pulled up.

“Yoooo babe!!!” he hollered out the window which snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, I’m comin!” you holler back. “Oh pop the trunk I’m going to throw my shit in there.”

He does as you ask, and you toss your backpack and small duffle bag into the trunk of his car, and you notice that he has several bags already in there, including what looked like a garment bag.

“Hey Sami!” you smile, as you climb into the backseat. You hadn’t even realized that his brother was in the car with him when he pulled up.

“Hey Y/N. How’ve you been?” he asks, a small smile on his face.

“Great. But you don’t have to ask, I just saw you last week before Rami came home. So compared to how I was last week I am doing so much better. Happier. Ugh babe, I can’t believe the seat isn’t dry yet. Jesus it’s had a few hours to bake in the sun and it’s still wet. Now my ass is going to be all wet when I get to work.”

Sami nearly spit his water all over the dash as his brother was now speeding down the highway towards your place of work, and Rami just wore a smirk.

“You two are fucking disgusting. Animals.” Sami grumbles.

“That we are Sami-cakes, but the sex is always worth it.” you managed to get out between fits of giggles.

“Dude, she just called me ‘Sami-cakes’ like.. Seriously?”

“She calls me Rami-cakes, so Sam that just means that she likes you. She did tell me earlier that she thinks perhaps she fell in love with the wrong twin.”

The twins laughter rang through the car, against the noise of traffic.

“So what the hell did you two do while I wasn’t around?

“The same thing we always do, just bro stuff.” Rami replied.

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#Rami Malek #Another WIP preview #This is undedited #Some of these are long #Rami Malek Imagine #Rami Malek Fanfiction #Rami Malek Smut #Rami Malek Reader

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onthemeander · 5 years

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Many thanks to Rantulahero for the amazing prompt. You are clearly passionate about these characters and it was an absolute joy to be a part of this world you have made. I would be honored to write for you again.

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Remembering is Easy

She had begged him for this. Relentlessly, over and over, begged to see this godforsaken B rated 80s hero movie. An honest to god abomination of Hollywood with lazy writing that he would say was written by monkeys if that wasn't so insulting to the species, hack actors hoping to have their big break before having to go back to their AV careers and special effects makeup made with expired convenience store dumpster cosmetics.

She wanted to watch this movie. Had pestered him for weeks about it, going on and on about how they had seen everything else and now it was time for the ‘real fun’. All that and she couldn’t even stay up for the whole thing. No, instead she fell asleep before the first third and decided to use him as a pillow.

Tamaki did the best he could to not disturb Ran from her sleep. In all honesty, she needed it. He could tell the moment he was let into her room. She had slightly dark discoloration under her eyes and the iconic unwashed look that accompanied any college all-nighter. Nonetheless, she giddily pulled him in talking on an on about how she had been looking forward to this all week. Now she was asleep and missing it all but there was no way he could bring himself to wake her. Not when she looked so soft and at ease, her head tucked up between his shoulder and jaw, her warm breath tickling his collar bone.

Sighing softly, he settled in more to her stripes and stars superhero comforter, peeling his eyes away from the horrifying special effects fight to look out her dorm window. It was nice to have so many cherry blossom trees dotting the campus. Just outside her window, making the streetlight flicker against the walls, was the waving fingers of a Sargent Cherry Tree. The world looked active and haunted with how aggressive the breeze was this late at night.

A particularly strong wind rushed by, smacking the tree limbs against his window. The sound instantly sparking his memories of a time when winter was setting in. When the world was cold and the flowers were long gone. Their soft pink petals already absorbed back into the soil under the layers of fresh snow. Everything in the world seemed bleak and colorless, though that might be because of the stress of finals rather than the actual weather.

The library was packed, with every chair taken, every table was laden down with textbooks and even desperate study groups littering the rows between massive shelves. The librarians were unable to maintain its silence policy at that level of capacity, with everyone whispering but the sheer number made it still a steady distracting mass.

He and Ran were seated at their own two-person table beside the back windows, heads pressed close as they debated their biology 103 notes. The scraping of the naked tree branches against the window pane was grinding in his ears. “You are absolutely wrong.” She accused, pointing to a series of terms scribbled in her curly handwriting. They had been at it for hours and he was about to snap. There was too much going on. Too much studying. Too much noise. Too much pressure to pass his first ever college finals. Too much everything.

A massive pressure formed in the base of his skull. A metaphorical ball-peen hammer smashing through his vertebrae. The heat of a blazing fire wrapped around the back of his skull, the sound of crackling joints sounding like a bone splintering as it is used as kindling. Lines on the page began to wobble, blurring into a mess that made him feel like he was buried in mud. Mud that filled his lungs and made him feel like he would drown in it if he didn’t do something.

he needed to get away.

It was too much, he had to leave. Without saying a word, he stood, nearly clattering his chair against the floor, as he made his retreat. “Where are you going!” Ran whispered, gently gripping his wrist as he stood. Unable to say anything he pulled his hand free and began walking away. She tracked him as he retreated to the darkest corner of the library. He heard her frustrated calls, demanding his attention but he wasn’t feeling like giving her that yet.

The wall was cool to the touch as he pressed his forehead to the drywall. He focused on the cold feeling that was slowly putting out the raging fire in his neck. Focusing on grounding his breathing and closing down his racing mind. The wall was beautifully white allowing his eyes to go unfocused and just slacken, easing up the pressure behind them.

Suddenly his moment of bliss with the blank white wall was obscured by Ran’s scalding green eyes. They were close, so dangerously close, he nearly had to go cross-eyed to focus on them. Completely invading his bubble and with no shame at all, she stared him down from mere centimeters away. “Will you stop ignoring me?” She sounded entirely put out with the situation, both bewildered and like she was dealing with a child.

“I’m not ignoring you. Move, please.” His voice was hoarse and thick with stress. Suddenly dry it sounded terrible and he just rather not use it anymore for a while. She was stubborn though, ignoring his request, standing her ground, arms folded looking thoroughly unimpressed with him. “Tamaki, you're trying to fuse your head to the wall," She patted the wall at her back to prove the point, "You are ignoring me."

“I’m trying to ignore everyone.” He snapped, feeling small droplets of spit fly his mouth and undoubtedly hitting her on the cheek. God what a nightmare. Closing his eyes, he just leaned in tighter, hoping she would just move from discomfort. His heart was hammering so hard they both could probably hear it. Breathing was becoming hard in the heated space generated by their bodies. He could hear her breathing and knew she wasn’t planning to move. Frustratedly he just scrunched his eyes closed tighter, blocking out every bit of light.

“Yeah, ” her voice was suddenly meek, “and I am one of everyone.” Her hands came up slowly, placatingly, pushing a few of the dark stands of his bangs away from his face. She moved with a slow pace that one used with a skittish animal, like a beloved pet scared by a raging storm outside. Her sweaty fingers were tacky, clinging a few strands of his hair to her. It was a subtle move that tickled his nerve endings.

His mother was one of the only people to ever regularly come close to touch him this way. It made him think of home. A place where hands in his hair were paired with warm tea, good books, and re-watching family favorite movies.

Ran always had this softness to her, a familiarity even, just around the edges of her unrelenting words. As she tucks his hair behind his ears, her thumbs started to gently massage circles into his temple. The intentional pressure helping ease the ache in his soul. He eased up on the vice-like clinch he had on his fists. Her breathing was slow and even, timed out in counts of four in and five out, a pace he began to match up with. Slowly he started to open his eyes. Green, he was met with bright viridian green irises staring back at him.

“Come on, let’s go to my room to work," She gave a small reassuring smile while rubbing her hands against his tense shoulders, "It's too dang loud here.” With that, she slipped out from under him to collect their things to go. His first time ever being in her room.

A bomb exploded on screen, creating complete chaos of bright colors, loud shrieks and done deep bass vibrations from her sub-woofer speakers. The film was reaching its exciting climax, or at least what a 1983 B list studio thought was an exciting climax. Even with all the movies loud action shaking their empty drinks cans on the table, Ran kept quiet.

The blanket around her shoulders was starting to fall. The cool air would soon be bothering her exposed shoulder, completely uncovered in her workout tank top. It was awkward but he tried his best to readjust it with his free arm. Once content, tucking the fleece wonder woman blanket tightly up under her chin. He fidgeted a bit trying to get comfortable with his back against the wall, the old pillow doing little to cushion the pressure along his spine.

All the muscles along his neck and shoulders were tense. The first day of class was going to be uncomfortable, for sure, but he was ready for it. At least he thought he was ready to tackle the constant socialization with strangers, swollen class loads, and the inevitable minefield of uncontrollable college parties. With a weekend of moving his life halfway across the country, he was already tired by the time he walked into his 10 am freshman orientation class.

The room, slowly filling up with students, was relatively silent but stuffed full with excitable energy. All around him were fellow classmates giddy with the prospect of new friends. He wished he could be as excited as them. Hopefully, it would work itself out and preferable in not as big of a whirlwind as everyone was preparing for. If he could make at least two solid friends before the end of the first semester then color him impressed.

With a self-assured nod and deep grounding breathe he scanned the available desks for the most optimal seat. One that meant he had the ease to listen and take note but not a single worry for being called on constantly. That’s when she saw her, glowing against the backdrop of the flowering Dogwood trees through the window.

She looked like the most beautiful carnation, clad in the fluttering drapes of gauzy white rayon that made up her summer halter dress. Her hair was a shocking burst of purple, curled up and away from her baby-face and looking so soft in its ponytail. She was scribbling something furiously into her calendar with one pen while holding another pen between her glossy lips.

All he could think as he watched her write at her front row desk was ‘I want’. It sounded dark, making him stumble mid-step, but it didn’t feel that way at all. In his gut, it felt light and bubbly like sea foam mist showering the skin. What he wanted was unclear but he knew enough to know that it all started with talking to her. Getting her attention, capturing it just long enough, like a moth to fire, then maybe he’d know what to do next.

He took a seat in her row not beside, keeping a pair of seats between them because that would be a bit too bold. Instead, he opted to sit near enough she looked up as he pulled out his things. She leaned across the aisle and two seats, basically laying across the desks, hand outstretched. “Hello, I am Ito Ran,” He voice was fruity and bold, popping in his ears like a bitter berry would on his tongue.

“Amajiki Tamaki,” Her hand was moisturized and slightly damp against his scratchy dry palms. He smiled as nonchalantly as possible and was rewarded with a stunning smile in return. It was as bright as the first rays of the sunrise against the horizon of the crystal-clear ocean. The morning light bouncing off her eyes like the sun bouncing off the waves, twinkling in bright sparkler firework flashes.

Suddenly Ran gave a twitch, dragging Tamaki from his memory. He could see her eyes rapidly move under her eyelids, clearly in the deep throws of a dream. Whatever it was about, seemed to not be important enough to wake her. Her snuffling quickly calming down as she fell right back into soft snoring. He laid his cheek on top of her head, simply breathing the scent of her shampoo. Leaving the strands of her silky hair smelling of black currants mixed with vanilla.

He was getting thirsty. The floor was littered with the remains of their ritual 'Sunday Night Super Friends Movie Marathon' as Ran titled it. However, he still refused to move, longingly looking at his long cold tea beside their feet. It was jasmine lavender tea, a cheap brand that was sold at the campus coffee shop. Not a favorite but great when he is running late, like tonight, and didn’t have time to stock up his supply. He hadn’t had it in ages but he could remember clearly the last time he did.

He cradled his hot jasmine lavender tea in its to go cup, Tamaki was forced to blankly watch either the relentless ticking of the clock at the front of the lab room or the falling Kwanzan Cherry flowers. Pink snow, softly cascading all across the grounds. Spring was in full swing, soft skirts, picnics, flowering plants and exciting plans for the coming spring break abound. Tamaki and Ran had plans to road trip around to the surrounding towns, if they managed to survive their finals together. Though that would involve his lab partner to actually be here to work.

Several more minutes ticked by when, in a swirl of soft sweatpants and purple hair, Ran rushed in. She had her bags slung haphazardly thrown over a shoulder and a flush high up on her cheeks. “I’m late, I know,” she gasped out, clearly still winded. “I got caught up talking with my dance teacher.” Without a second thought, she threw her bags to the ground only to quickly pick one back up to dig out her lab work.

Tamaki said nothing, simply watching her while sipping from his burnt tea, they always burned it. Quickly enough she strapped on a pair of goggles and started pulling out her dissection supplies from every possible drawer around them. He had already set out some of their supplies for their frog, which was laying on the board awaiting its fate in the name of biology.

“It’s okay.” He told her, watching as she started in without even needing to read her notes on the first steps. He couldn’t sit still now, everything was buzzing with energy, tapping his toe, twirling his pencil, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He had so much pent up excitement in him.

The sun was setting, a warm greenish glow that made him wonder if a spring thunderstorm was headed their way. The atmospheric light brought a, dare he say, romantic haze to the world around him, putting everything into soft focus.

Ran looked formless under her oversized sweatshirt and leg warmers, like the softest cushion. An urge to mold himself to her washed over him. As quickly as it came, he pushed it away, in favor of pressing in closer to help pin down the parts of the frog they were dissecting together.

“Is your dance instructor still getting on you about that recital.” Noting the frustrated scowl marring her lips. She was clearly still breathing heavily from her nose. “Yeah,” She nodded, a few strands of her bangs falling from their braid, “I should already have my piece choreographed but I’m having trouble.” She admitted while pinning the frog’s limbs down a little too aggressively.

“How come?” He egged her on. Usually, she'd just say what she wanted so for her to be holding back meant there was something going on. “The theme. The whole show is based on insects. I have to make a piece based around spiders but that is also conveying quote ‘achingly slow anticipation’,” her voice taking on a high prissy flair to it attempting to immolate her teacher, or so he presumed having never heard the 56-year-old former ballerina's voice. “I just don’t feel like anything I do captures that.”

“Would you like some help? I can come by and film you, maybe give advice,” He didn’t particularly like seeing him best friend so fed up. She was supposed to be the optimistic one out of the two of them. When that dynamic failed then they would just be left with a depression cloud the size of Okinawa. “You don’t know anything about dance,” she bit out.

“True but I can help tell you how I feel while watching you... it. Maybe that will help you capture that emotion for the audience.” Plus, he’d find any excuse to watch her dance. There was a liveliness to her posture and movements that always attracted his attention, no matter how big the crowd, but he didn’t need to say that much.

“I… I would like that.” There was a blush to her cheeks, she must have really been running fast if she was this flushed.

They fell into a soft and silent sync pace. Working along each other, they discovered a pattern, dancing around each other as they worked. Their shoulders and arms brushed against each other in the most comforting form of companionship.

She smelled freshly floral, most likely a perfume stowed away in her dance bag. His heart felt swollen with satisfaction, and in this quiet moment, he couldn’t keep it from splitting his lips into a smile of pleasure.

She was quietly snoring, her whole body relaxed against his chest, pushing in so close it pulled him out of this memory, warm, soft and flushed. The color from his tv danced against the shine of her amethyst hair. The movie credits were rolling, the film has passed by with no one caring about it.

He should turn it off and head back to his dorm, but they were comfortable, loose-limbed. Everything felt heavy, his heart was thudding tight up against his ribcage. His arm was falling asleep but it was worth it. She seemed to find him to be a comfortable enough pillow. He didn’t want to wrinkle the soft unguarded expression gracing her lips.

That just left him alone with his thoughts. Thoughts that were crammed full of how her warmth made his palms sweat. Moments that made him feel more than warm, almost jittery in excitement and anticipation. Everything about them left him both on edge but also at complete ease. Like a man leaning over the cliff edge, only his toes gripping him from falling, but he knew that falling would be the greatest pleasure.

He just couldn’t stop thinking about her. Everything he did was keyed into her. How would she see me? What will capture her attention for longer? Get her eyes to linger. Will she laugh? Will she smile? Will it make her happy? Think of me? Like me? Will she think about me, when she isn’t by me, as much as I think about her? Does she spend as much time thinking about me?

‘Shit’ he thinks,’ his breath stuttering in that suspended moment. ‘I think I am in love.’

#fanfic commission #commissions #my hero academia #tamaki amajiki #boku no hero academia

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sarasa-cat · 6 years

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Mobile Game Monday (yes, I know, it’s Tuesday, life was soooo in the way)

Some weeks ago I started a Mobile Game Monday post series on DW. A few aren’t set to public access because of other content in them but from here on in, it’s a public thing.

(1) Final Fantasy Record Keeper (my iPhone game of choice): OH WOW SO MANy nEW THINGS I JUST DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START. Enjoying how the update expands the game to include even more nostalgia via cute pixelated revisits of classic gaming scenes from Final Fantasy games of yore. ...But... over the past two weeks, by the time I fire up FFRK on my phone, it is late and my eyes are closing and at some point earlier in June I accidentally missed out on finishing up the FFXV special event because I fell asleep and when I next logged in the event was all over. :C With all the new stuff plus old grinding I still need to do, I sort of feel like I need to: -- schedule in FFRK time on a regular basis (pub trans commuting time?? or back to FFRK while partner watches rando stuff on TV?) -- make a spreadsheet of what I am trying to accomplish so I can level up my top 10 characters -- spend a little time googling to figure out useful strategies because I'm still in that weird phase of having middling characters who aren't yet tall enough for the really hard battles. So, lol, while that sounds like a ridiculous amount of work (like, aren't games supposed to be FUN), FFRK hits me in the good feels spot so hard. Just the music alone makes me all warm and fuzzy and given that I haven't yet spent a single dollar on the non-free aspects of this Freemium game, is2g this is the cheapest form of therapy one can get. It really is that relaxing. I can't explain why but Final Fantasy soundtrack music has a hypnotic effect on me. Instant stress relief. Add in 8-bit pixel art versions of every FF character who has tickled my imagination over the past 20-something years and I enter state of pure bliss, despite the fact this game is nothing but grindings.. Now that I have time to breathe again, one of my gaming goals for this week is to dive back into FFRK, make sense of all the new content from the update that happened some weeks ago (or month+ ago??), and then start making a plan for leveling up my strongest characters while also enjoying the stuff added to the game. mmmmmmm. joyful grinding goodness and bliss. :) (2) Dissidia Final Fantasy Opera Omnia (my iPad game of Choice): Pretty much all I have done over the past two weeks is grind in various daily dungeons as I continue to level up my top characters. Haven't started chapter 8 yet. Plan to begin playing chapter 8 later this week. ...and... even though my writing agenda is full to the max, Dissidia always makes me want to write character study shorts. This was so true during the original dissidia (for PSP) for which I wrote a series of Gabranth/Terra FFVI-FFXII x-over drabbles BECAUSE THE GAME BEGGED FOR IT I SWEEEAARRR. [this these and these]. As discussed in a prior post, I have a strong soft spot for all of the friendships depicted in Opera Omnia, be it old friends reunited or new friendships budding over common interests. I'm thinking about slowly replaying chapters 1-7 in hard mode over the summer, stopping every few dialogue scenes to write 100-word drabbles and/or 200-word double drabbles. Why? I miss the challenge of writing 100 and 200 word stories because it is SUCH A GOOD WRITING EXERCISE and the lightness of the dissidia series feels like perfect for this format. (3) ....????.... I am on the look out for good story-based mobile games, preferably with multiple-paths based on dialogue choice that don't take a terribly long time to play. I have a bunch squirreled away on my devices but I haven't looked at any of them in a very long time. Recos are welcomed and searching around for something interesting is one of my other priorities for this week

[x-posted on DW]

#mobile game monday

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thotyssey · 6 years

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On Point With: Frankie Sharp

One of NYC’s few truly great and original nightlife event producers, this giant got his start at a small dive bar in San Francisco before making it big here with the notorious Westgay at Westway. He’s still giving us massive weekly kikis featuring the best of the scene and way beyond, but lately he’s been offering some more intimate vehicles as well. Thotyssey rides the cutting edge with Frankie Sharp!

Thotyssey: Hello there Frankie, thanks for finding a minute out of your super busy schedule to chat with us! How are you doing?

Frankie Sharp: I’m great! Super high from last night's MARY, my weekly cabaret at Club Cumming. It was a great show. But today, back at the grind. How are you?

I'm hanging in there, and riding these weird weather fluctuations! You're a San Francisco native... I think that city has the best weather.

SF has the best weather probably one month of out the year, September, which is their late summer. It’s perfectly sunny and warm, and not too hot. Otherwise, surprisingly pretty grey and nippy. But when its good it’s good. I respond better to the drama of the seasons. I need constant change around me. My blood pressure responds well to that, I think.

That probably translates well to your work as a nightlife event producer, where if you can't consistently change and innovate, then there's no point in being there.

I certainly can’t stand still or in one place for very long. That also probably has to do with me being a military brat, living in a new city every year. Every grade from Kindergarten to ninth grade was a new place for my family to call our temporary home. That also sharpened my skills on how to make new friends very quickly.

Were you always creative / artistic in some way when you were growing up?

Very much so. I had some friends, but usually only at school. I spent most of my time alone. I would write and draw my own comic books about gay superheroes, except I didn't know they were gay at the time. I just knew they were hot men I liked drawing, and powerful female characters whom I suppose were drag queens. I feel like I manifested those characters into my current adulthood. I’m surrounded by powerful creatures and gay superheroes all the time now.

I'm predicting a Frankie Sharp graphic novel in the future! So, I understand it was a dive bar called the Gangway in San Francisco where your nightlife career began?

Yes! I was working answering phones for an advertising / design firm. I hated having to be somewhere at 9am, and at a desk no less. So on my weekends I was eating ecstasy and running around with all the nightlife creatures, going to all these great club events listening to house music.The best house music outside of Chicago is San Francisco house. I was going to parties thrown by magnificent drag queens like Juanita More's Booty Call and Heklina's TrannyShack, fun club nights by Honey Soundsystem. SF nightlife is all performance-based and peacocky, I loved the nightlife there.

But there was still something missing. When I first went to Gangway, I fell in love. It was a dilapidated dive bar--a half-working jukebox and carpeted walls, but 100% gay clientele over 50. I loved it. I grew up in bars, as my mother was a stripper in the Philippines and that’s how my father met her when he was a sailor stationed there. So for some reason, those kind of bars are very sentimental--almost spiritual--to me.

So I decided to throw a party there on a shoestring budget--way before I knew what a "guarantee" was, or how to strike a deal. I just wanted to have fun, and be able to afford a pizza slice. I DJ'd from iTunes, and filled the room with 99 cent balloons. It was the best time.

OMG after that graphic novel you need to write a full-on book!

What motivated you to come out and mix it up in NYC?

I was very into reading PAPER Magazine, The Face and i-D, and NYC was so fully represented in those mags. And then I became obsessed with all things New York. It was during Electroclash era. There were great bands like W.I.T., Fischerspooner, Scissor Sisters, the goddesses AVENUE D (”Do I Look Like A Slut?”) and wonderful performance artists like Sophia Lamar and Amanda Lepore. I I had them all cut out and taped to my wall like some kind of teeny bopper fan. They were all queer, bold, interesting and unapologetic about their message of both fun and consciousness. Talk about manifestation: all those people I mentioned who I was full-tilt-boogie fans of are now all very close friends of mine.

Not to mention when I first saw Wigstock when I was 16. I knew New York was going to be my home eventually.

I was able to afford my pizza slice and I was having fun outside of work, but then it hit a wall. There’s only so much you can do in San Francisco; albeit a wonderful city, it’s a small town, too. I needed more room to grow. So a one-way ticket to NYC was booked, and I never looked back. I moved Sept 11, 2009. I remember ‘cause the ticket was super cheap to fly on that date.

Eventually you start meeting these people here, and making things happen with the Frankie Sharp brand. MySpace and Facebook were definitely around then, but I'm not sure how much they were being used to market nightlife... is that how you were doing it?

Sorta. Myspace was somewhat used for promoting, but I was still printing out paper flyers then. Passing them out everywhere, legit putting them on cars, etc. I kinda miss that old school aspect. Nowadays, being able to monitor the response gives me a lil’ anxiety. But I have anxiety over everything. I just wanna do a good job and make everyone happy.

I miss those days too! And yeah, having access to all that promotional data can be information overload.

The party that most people will always associate you with from your earlier NYC career is WestGay at the Westway! It was such an interesting location for a kiki because it was kind of isolated in its neighborhood, but that just added to the appeal.

Yeah, exactly. Once you were there you were stuck.

What else was it about WestGay that resonated with people so much, do you think?

We had very, very, very few rules. I mean, dicks and titties were out, celebrities getting laid by gogo boys, the influx of Drag Race was just happening which we heavily included in our programming. Not to mention I had even more NYC idols who became friends perform: Lil Kim, Azealia Banks, Eve, Foxy Brown, Mel B from Spice Girls, Hercules Love Affair... I even had C&C Music Factory perform. They were the first actual CD I owned.

I mean, it was just everything! And at the time, there was nothing like it. All the other parties were sorta people in black, all kinda looking at each other. Honestly, it was some guilt-free, shameless fun that you didn't have to feel bad about. It was chic, in that it was totally not at all. It was completely hedonistic. Over indulging was the theme.

In the event production world, rules suck. Is that like one of the hardest aspects of planning a memorable event where guests can feel like they can really let loose... dealing with restrictions from the management, and the limitations of the venue?

Yeah it was one of the reasons Public Arts sucked so hard. A great venue to look at and on paper. But horrible behind the scenes.

You’re talking about a party you were heading this past summer for a brief but memorable run, Something Special. Who or what wasn’t working for you there?

A lot of venues want gay dollars, but they don’t want gay people. And it wasn’t Matt and Carlos (who also owned Westway), they were great. It was their partner, The Public Hotel. They were corporate assholes, and made life very difficult for me. The didn’t respect what we were doing, and took months to pay. They could’ve really ruined my reputation, because it took forever for me to pay my staff sometimes. And these are hard-working artists.

But oddly, it was still a successful night and very well-attended. And it served me in other ways. At least it got the attention of the Moxy Hotel, who is a part of the Tao Group and the home for my new Sunday night MAGIC. They are incredibly supportive, saw what were up to and signed off on our buffoonery (because our buffoonery is also lucrative).

But it was very stressful [at the Public Hotel]. Not sure why anyone would continue doing things there, especially gay folks.

Ironically, you got a GLAM nomination this past year for Something Special, and the GLAMs were held in the Public Hotel!

I introduced [GLAMs producer] Cherry Jubilee to that space at the tail end of my time with Public. I was trying to do them a favor. The GLAMs had some very familiar technical fuck-ups throughout the night that were the venue’s fault. It actually gave me PTSD. But the GLAMs themselves were just that... GLAM!

I love what Cherry Jubilee does, what a great producer. I just hope one year it becomes more inclusive to all aspects and pockets of the city and surrounding boroughs. Because right now, it really is just a popularity contest for clubs above 14th street. Westgay won best party every year for four years. For that I am so grateful. But it seems things have changed.

But maybe its not the awards--perhaps its the parties that have become more segregated. At least in the small time MAGIC has been running, it feels like a good bridge between uptown and downtown, Manhattan, Brooklyn and Queens.

What are the seeds that need to be planted for an event to be Frankie Sharp-level great? And then, how do you know when it’s time to switch things up with something that’s already going strong?

In the beginning stages, I have a tight group of people I work with, and have for years since Westgay: DJs, performers, hosts and sub-promoters. Then with each new event, I hire a second string, usually of younger up-and-comers.

But before everything else, it’s location location location... venue venue venue. Does the room have heart? Can you do Runway? Can you zigzag and find something new all night? Will Amanda Lepore look good in this lighting? Does the sound hit the bottom of my spine? There are many questions that need to be addressed. But it’s always an ongoing transformation. I’m never, ever satisfied. I’m always tuning something.

Always seeking that elusive perfection! Speaking earlier of Brooklyn, your Saturday party Metrosensual at Metropolitan Bar has been running strong for a while now, with top notch guest performers ever week. Metrosensual has definitely helped put Brooklyn nightlife on the map, as far as star power and general epicness.

I LOOOVE METROPOLITAN. Those boys there who run the show are probably the most professional, supportive and friendliest out of every venue I’ve ever worked with. I always tell Steven Mac, who is the GM there, if I ever open my own club, he’s going to run it.

Do you have a favorite Metrosensual moment from parties past?

Bringing Brooke Candy and a her full band--people lost their minds. I loved bringing Latrice Royale there, because the crowd is just drunk and wanting to have a good time, and extend love to the performers and the performers only want to give the same in return. Valentina, of course, was a big night. What a pro, and in person looks not real-- like an Almodovar goddess. Frankly, every week rules. Its pretension-free, which is so refreshing and important to me. I think of Metrosensual as my Marc by Marc version of my bigger nightclubs. It’s really my favorite.

Dragula’s Biqtch Puddin will be there this Saturday!

Her manager reached out to me about having her perform, and when I mentioned it to some kids they were like PLEASE have her. I think people are super excited to see her. I know I am.

MARY at Club Cumming is a weekly cabaret variety show that you produce, and it's a much more low key but still eclectic affair, in a very intimate setting. Ragamuffin and Tyler Ashley are among the performers who appear each week, and you frequently sing on the stage yourself as well! What prompted you to create this very different sort of production?

Our administration, and my sobriety. When Club Cumming was Eastermbloc, I was doing Friday nights there... a party called Dumb Club. It was house, hip hop, party jams, a short drag show, gogo boys, debauchery, classic East Village. When it was bought by Daniel Nardicio and Alan Cumming, they approached me about doing something there still.

But I needed to give something more soulful, something more fulfilling and intimate. I needed to engage with the people who have been coming to my clubs. So I thought this was the perfect opportunity to do just that--while being radically queer, irreverent, political and warm, inviting, inspiring and honest. It’s all the club hosts, gogo boys and DJ’s I have at my club nights, who have all of these additional talents that have been laying dormant finally get to see the light of day.

There were enough unhinged, boozy, headless dance nights. I wanted to build an environment full or art and love. Music and Song. It’s been life-changing thus far. And my new sobriety needed a new project. I couldn’t have asked for a better sponsor.

Congratulations on your sobriety. There's a growing number of sober people in nightlife who keep at it, but it never ceases to amaze me with all the world’s vices at arm’s reach. Is it still a daily struggle? It was never a struggle. I’m not one who wakes up in the morning and wants booze or drugs, or is like "what a stressful day, I need a drink.” I would drink heavily at work because work was in bars and clubs, and I would work 3-4 nights a week and then I would recover from that 2-3 nights a week. That’s your whole week.

And I wouldn't be able to grasp reality. It really screwed with my emotional and mental state. I was unable to be productive, and that’s what I am: a producer. What is a producer who can’t produce? When I was doing WestGay, I was in a blackout pretty much for four years... and it was very successful. That was me at a C- grade level. I wanna see what I can do at a conscious, strong A+.

Being sober has changed my life rapidly, and I keep becoming brighter, lighter, stronger. And I feel love more than I ever have. I describe it often as getting as close to the divine as I’ve ever felt. Close to God. I know that’s heavy. But I feel very connected to the universe and our planet these days. The high that drugs and whiskey used to give me I get from hard work, building communities and hitting a high note at MARY. Cheesy, but true.

What an amazing place to be at! That brings us to MAGIC at Magic Hour, which I guess is only a month or two running now and already a tremendous success. Did everything just kinda “magically” fall into place here?

Honestly, yes. They called me. I called up my business partner in crime, Birdy Black, and we did a walk-through. When we realized the topiary of the bushes were teddy bears fucking, I knew this was our new home.

One thing I realize is, I’m huge on energy. Every event I’ve ever done is an exact representation of where I am in my life. WestGay was LOUD, ruthless and intoxicating because I was loud, ruthless and intoxicated. Something Special was just that: special and confused and erratic, because circumstances were just that. MAGIC is everything I’ve learned and manifested and called upon for everyone else. It has nothing to do with me. It’s not about my ego or money; it’s about giving a gift to New York City, the love of my life. It’s truth, acceptance, art and cuckoory harnessed.

There's always a great cast of hosts and performers there, and you've really done wonders bringing actual huge stars to appear or perform there. Damn, Charlie XCX is gonna be there this Sunday, that's amazing! How is this even happening?

I saw she was in town performing, and her show sold out in 60 seconds, or something absurd. I saw everyone on social media freaking out about not snagging tickets. So in my usual fashion, I wanted to find a way to give something to the kids and create something special for everyone. I reached out to a mutual friend and asked if she had an afterparty planned. She did not... so I made some phone calls.

She’ll be performing with a huge roster of other stars we’re not announcing just yet. But it’s going to be insane. It’s taking everything for me not to mention who they are! but everyone is going to gag with everyone on board. Which then inspired me to do a big performer once a month, moving forward. We have lots planned!

Lindsay Lohan hosted a Brian Rafferty party this past MLK Weekend.

I love Brian Rafferty. We were just texting the other day because he found some old tally list from his Griffin party, which I hosted once. I brought 25 people! It was my first NYC hosting gig. Hes a good egg.

Is queer nightlife now officially a vessel for major artists and celebrities to reach out directly to their fans?

I can’t speak on that. But personally, I’ve always tried to have bigger names perform or DJ at my events. It’s New York! I love the idea of having Andy Cohen DJing my small bar parties, or Azealia Banks at her career height performing the closing of WestGay so people can be really close to them. I love the surrealism of that. I think, like me, those celebrities just wanna give something back.

And everyone wants to be a part of New York Nightlife. It’s Legend.

Do you have anything else in the works, as far as events or other projects?

Jazz singer and musician David Raleigh and I are starting a monthly, social media free eleganza of a dinner party called IRL (In Real Life). I’ve been planning it for a couple of years now, but life kept happening. I have a gorgeous space in the East Village for it now. People will check their phones at the door, a small orchestra provides the evenings soundtrack plays, Stacy Layne Matthews will cater it for the first one, and we all just actually get to exchange with one another. All this exciting bumper cars we do in the club is wonderful, but I wanna know more about the people around me. We can still have club looks and glamour, but Its a classic dinner party where people TALK.

Every month starting in August, we will always have a spotlight on a superstar chef, a bold-named performer from everything from Broadway, opera to hip hop, and a speaker doing an inspirational "TedTalk.” We already have very recognizable names scheduled to perform, and inspirational speakers we just love to hear preach their path of success: authors, filmmakers, writers, politicos... etc.

So classy! That should certainly break some ground as far a nightlife experience goes.

Also, I’ve been working on a scripted TV show for what seems like years now. It’s gone through so many incarnations and different producers and networks interested, but we have a new avenue for it now, and that’s exciting. And pretty soon, my full attention might have to go there. We’ll see!

Right now, everything I’ve ever wanted is happening. And I know that sounds like I’m gloating, but I wanted to honor my sobriety once again--and not in a preachy way, but in a conscious way. With a clear head, strong muscles and sharpened tools, anything you want... you can just take. It’s a magnificent discovery to uncover.

A true inspiration! Okay, to wrap it up: what's the best piece of advice you can give to a newbie who wants to start producing nightlife events in NYC?

Stay out of my way. Just kidding! Be nice to everyone. You never know who anyone is. Plus, just be a kind human person. Life is better that way. Know your worth, but leave your ego out of it.

Do not poach talent.

Respect other promoters’ venues.

And always find a balance of night with day. Vitamin D is needed, so is water and exercise. Feeling powerful from the inside out will get you far.

Thank you, Frankie!

Frankie Sharp produces MARY at Club Cumming (Tuesdays, 9pm), Metrosensual at Metropolitan Bar (Saturdays, 10pm) and MAGIC at Magic Hour Bar & Lounge (Sundays, 10pm). Check Thotyssey’s calendar for a full schedule of his events and appearances, and follow Frankie on Facebook and Instagram.