#he's so fucking precious and hardworking
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tw: stepcest, dubcon, coercion&manipulation, slight age gap (20s-30s)
older brother!soap and younger stepsister!reader is rotting my brain away -- slowly. :3
johnny has a thing for manipulating his little stepsister into wanting him. he coerces you — guilt tripping you for not immediately having sex with him when he came home from deployment. it's gross. you know it's gross. it's depraved for johnny to be like his towards you; his younger, naive stepsister.
he knows there's a power dynamic, especially with how easily influenced you are!! you take his criticism and work towards whatever expectations he has of you. so when johnny complains about you being a prude, you desperately try to fulfil his needs by becoming a whore for him.
coming over to his apartment on the occasion and doing whatever he asks. you always feel used afterwards, like your nativity and sensitivity was taken advantage of. he knows how you take whatever he says as criticism, and he uses it against you!!
“ye’ dinae show enough’ skin, bonnie.” he mutters, watching how you swallow his cock greedily, on your knees before him. your lips are tightly wrapped around his thick, meaty shaft, gagging on him with mascara ruining your cheeks, rolling down along with your tears. you gulp, uncomfortable, but pressured and desperately wanting to prove yourself as a good girl — an obedient stepsister. slowly, you take your shirt off, tensing up at he sound of his hoarse chuckles.
“good lassie.”
he leans back, head cocked to the side. he tuts quietly, catching your attention as you pump him. “up--c’mere. wanna get a better look at those tits’.” on shakey legs, you straddle his lap, pussy already wet and slick as you ease down onto his hard, throbbing dick. your tits bouncing in his face was already driving him utterly insane. he couldn't help but touch you, grope your ass and breasts while you needily worked your hips down onto him in an attempt at getting compliments and love from your stepbrother.
johnny does feel sympathy, he feels pity for you. you take everything to heart and you're so, so sensitive. you sulk when he tells you you're covering up too much, and you especially can't help but cry when he tells you that you're being a horrible stepsister for not letting him fuck you when he's home from his hardworking job.
don't you care about his needs? he's a man, your stepbrother... surely you trust him, right?
—you allow him regardless, crying into his pillow as he fucks and degrades you for not listening.
“jus’ relax onto me, doll.” he whispers, pushing you down. he feels as you fuck and ride him, holding back tears when he drags his cold fingers down your hardened nipples. he sucks them, pushing your tits against his face as you buck and rock your hips. you pant breathlessly, bouncing so that he can reach his orgasm, following along with his little game just so you can be a good stepsister — a people pleaser.
he bucks into you, covering your nipples into saliva, looking up at you with cruel, lovesick eyes. your nipples puffy and his lips glossy, his load covering your gummy walls in a thick layer of his semen, oozing into you.
“such a good, dumb lass, ain’t’cha? so precious, always followin’ along so well, jus’ like ye’ should for yer’ older stepbrother, aye?”
#tw: age gap#tw: stepcest#tw: dubcon#tw: dark content#orla speaks#soap mactavish#john soap mactavish#soap cod#soap call of duty#cod soap#soap mw2#john mactavish x reader#johnny mactavish#soap mactavish x reader#john mactavish
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Sitting in his lap ♡︎
i need more Genshin fluff/smuf, lol, and I know I should really write for someone other than Neuvi and Wrio but they are my current hyperfixation sooo here's more of them ig
oh also alhaitham's and neuvillette's are kinda simmilar sorryyy
tags: Alhaitham, Ayato, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Zhongli, female reader, fluff, cuddling, smut, implied smut, cockwarming
-> your hardworking boyfriend has to deal with your incredible need for his hold, having no choice but to place you on his lap.
reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI
-> alhaitham
the silence in the room was deafening. as the acting grand sage, alhaitham was always busy, which you, as his girlfriend, understood. but you hated it.
you couldn't disrupt him, of course, always competing with some book for his attention. archons, it certainly didn't help how good he looked when he worked. emerald eyes focused and sharp, eyebrows slightly furrowed, a small frown on his face. fuck, he was hot.
"..'tham? are you gonna be done soon?"
his eyes never leaving the book he was going through, he shook his head: "not yet. i have a lot more work here."
you pouted, feeling a bit neglected. alhaitham promised you he'd give you all his attention the second he finished with work. which was never, apperently. sick and tired of his neglect, you decide to take matters into your own hands. trotting comfortably to him, you sit back on his knees facing him and wrap arms around his neck.
"is something the matter, y/n?"
you nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, sighing deeply. not only did he look good, he smelt good, too. like freshly cut grass and the sumeru rose. knowing it's going to awake a reaction in him, you press a peck on the pulsepoint of his pale neck.
"no. just missed you, 'tham"
his breath hitches in his throat as you kiss his neck, palms closing the book he was holding to wrap around your waist.
"....mm, missed you too, love. i suppose my research can wait a little"
-> ayato
"shhh, little one... they will all hear if you keep moaning like that. you need to be quiet for me, precious."
your fiancé hushed in your ear as you squirmed and whined on his lap. a meeting in the yashiro commission was ongoing in the next room, and the paper thin walls certainly weren't helping. but, sweet Raiden Shogun, how could you possibly ever keep quiet when you were sat right on the commissioner's dick?!
"mhh.. mmmph! ohh.. ayato.. p-please.."
you whine through a whisper, begging for movement. cockwarming the blue-haired man as he worked seemed like a great idea at first, but now you realize it was, indeed, not. ayato warned you that no matter how much you begged, he wouldn't be able to fuck you, yet here you were, still begging.
"you look so adorable like that, precious. yet, you know well that i can't give you what you want. so please, be quiet. you don't want the rest of the yashiro commission to know what a pretty cockslut you are, hm?"
you nod in agreement, resting your head on his shoulder with another whine. your pussy was spasaming around his length, desparately trying to give yourself the pleasure he was denying you. oh, you could feel him pulsing inside you, revealing that he was as desparate as you were - something you would never be able to tell from his calm and collected expression.
"please, ayato... i need- ohh!" you beg, yet he interrupts you with a harsh thrust, bouncing you slightly on his lap.
you were edged for hours and already at the brink of your high, so his thrust immediately pushed you over the edge. you reach your high, biting down on his shoulder in order to stop yourself from making any noise.
ayato chuckled at your behavior, pressing a light kiss to your temple.
"there, there, little one. shh... finishing after such a long time must have tired you out. rest on my shoulder now, precious, and we can continue this once i'm finished with work."
-> neuvillette
"neuvi, love, will you be done any time soon?"
you ask impatiently, laying down on one of the sofas in neuvillette's office in the palais mermonia. you understood very well he was the busiest man in all of fontaine, and yet... you wanted him to choose you over work just once. just once! was it really so wrong and selfish of you to want your boyfriend to make you and your needs a priority?
"hmm, no, i'm afraid not, my love. there are many cases and documents i need to review still."
you shoot him a saddened glare, turning away from him. he sighs in desparation, torn between his many duties and the needs of his lover. both very important to him, and both requiring his full attention.
"i'm sorry, mon amour... you know i'd love to give you all the time in the world, but i'm afraid the society of fontaine would collapse if i were to simply not show up for a day"
yeah, yeah, you knew that very well. the problem was, you sorta kinda didn't care? of course, you cared about fontaine and its people, but for once you wished you were more important than the next silly court hearing about something as meaningless as some lost cabbages.
as you were still giving him the silent treatment, the chief justice sighed.
"come here, mon cherie. maybe you'd like to sit on my lap while i work?"
you perk up at that, cheerfully making your way to him and plopping down on his lap. you nuzzle your face against his chest, one strong arm wrapping around your waist as you do so.
"thank you, neuvi.." you sigh as you kiss his cheek, finally content in his safe arms.
-> wriothesley
wriothesley is a man who was used to spending most of his time alone. at the end of the day, there wasn't much company inside the fortress of meropide, where he spent most of his days. he has long gotten used to spending hours alone finishing work in his office.
yet, that all changed once he met you. now, every minute spent alone in his office seemed like endless torture, unless you were sitting there, all dolled up and perfect, on his lap with him.
"aww, c'mon, doll, my lips are down here" he jokes as you press eager kisses on his forehead, leaving behind lipstick marks.
"mh... don't care... i wanna kiss you all over.." you tease back, your trail of kisses never faltering.
you two have been at this love game for some time now, your time spent in teasing, clothed grinding and desparate kissing. wriothesley barely finished any work, too focused on the woman in his arms. you could feel him from under you, hard as a rock as his hands roamed your body. for focalors sake, how he wished he could leave that damned office and toss you onto his bed...
"wrio, you have to get back to work..." you smirk, pulling away from his handsome face. he frowns, upset at the harsh reminder.
"you know i'd much rather continue kissing you, baby"
you grind down on him, earning a slight groan from him. his hands tighten on your hips, his lips inches away from yours.
"fuck, doll, you'll be the death of me..."
he muttered as he picked you up, finally losing his patience. screw work, screw everything else! he needed you, and he needed you now.
-> zhongli
"are you sure this is comfortable for you, darling?"
zhongli was still learning the ways of the mortals, not yet used to every custom and behavior. which is why he was a bit startled once you asked if you could sit in his lap.
you had to explain that it was a normal thing for couples and that it was an act of intimacy, that it meant you wanted him closer. this made the ex-archon wish for the same, delighted to learn you liked him so much.
"yes, dear. i told you, it's very comfortable! i love it!"
you chirp, pressing a kiss to his cheekbone as you sat in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist. he smiled at your reaction, amber eyes following your every move.
"i'm glad. you are welcome in my lap whenever you desire"
"then i won't ever leave"
a small tint arises in his cheeks as you say that. zhongli, the mighty ex-archon, wasn't the one to usually blush, yet moments like this and your sweet little confessions certainly brought a rise out of him. you giggle at how flustered you were making him, connecting your lips together and finally giving him a well-deserved kiss.
zhongli decides to deepen the kiss, his tounge prodding in your mouth as one of his gloved hands tangles in your hair. he's kissing you as if you were the only air he could breathe, the only food he could eat, the only water he could drink. it was very clear he wanted this intimacy to be even more intense, which you could feel from under you as well.
"mhhh... i'll take you upstairs to our room, beautiful. then, i'll show you the intimacy we both so crave. and you'll still get to be on my lap, if you so wish"
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uhmm how about cowboy! toji and his little farm wife? who just loves to ride him whenever he’s not busy around the farm?
that’s the most precious thing i’ve ever heard and lowkey my dream🥹thank u love.
ride the shit out of him when he’s done working around the field and the farm, all sweaty and tired, working hard to make the little place a good environment for your future babies to grow up in.
“honey, i gotta get in the shower..” he’d moan out but his body would react otherwise, angling his hips just right to make his pretty wife feel good, big hands all dirty from working all day gripping your soft hips after you’ve lifted up your dress, loving how you never wore anything underneath it.
you’d tell him how much you love him, how hardworking he is and how happy he makes you for working so hard to make this a nice place for your family to live at.
and he’d smile at you so lovingly, having fucking heart eyes for his wife, the love of his life, not having his eyes for anybody else because oh, you’re all he needs.
“i-i’m gonna cum..” you’d whimper out, bouncing on his cock and letting out a little surprised gasp once the male would hug you tightly and began to fuck you nice and hard form underneath, wrapping you up in his gentle embrace, breathing in his musk and oh, that’s all you needed to finish, coming nice and hard on your husband’s dick, gripping the back of his still sweaty hair.
“i love you so much, sweetheart.” he’d hum out, slowing down and just carefully bouncing you on his cock, knowing how sensitive you’d always get, kissing the side of your face.
you were scared to take this big step with toji once he came with the idea of owning a farm and living pretty much cut off from everything and everyone.
but oh, you loved it, maybe even more than him. you’d be so happy to take care around the house, wash the dishes while toji would work outside, taking care of the few animals you both had.
it was such a simple and soft way of living and it was very much healing for the both of you. it never got lonely with toji around, always coming inside the house every few hours to check on you.
“i-i love you so much, t-to..” you’d say softly, hugging him tight, so so fucked out, just staying cuddled up to your husband, enjoying each other’s company and being able to wind down after another day at the farm.
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hey bae 😮💨😮💨 how about a mingyu + #48 #51 + fluff + friends2loversss maybe 🤭🩷🩵
a kiss to makeup for the time that was lost — k. mingyu
48. "I've loved you since the first time I ever laid my eyes on you." + 51. "How mad would you be if I kissed you?"
info: long ass fic atp sorry + not proofreaded + pining (kinda)
author's note: hi baeeeee 🤭🤭🤭 thank you requesting + supporting my writings 😭🥹 it means so much to me fr !! anyway i hope this fic was up to your expectations & i hope you enjoyed it 🫶🏽🫶🏽
"you have got to be kidding me," you hissed at the man in front of you though words falling in vain as he is too busy munching away on his fries. you let out a sigh of frustration before grumbling and taking a bite of your burger.
this isn't your first time mingyu invite you to get a (very) late night dinner but surely, this will be the last time you'll be spending money on someone like him. the man had already let your precious, hardworking $20 down the drain just because he was hungry... like... what the fuck? couldn't he just get it himself? it wasn't like he didn't have a job either, which irritates you further. so here you are, ready to ask him the big question.
"dude, so like... did your job fire you or something?" you started off nice, most definitely like a calm before the storm. you truly believe the universe hated you the moment you receive a shrug. you give him a blank, unimpressed stare.
"use your words, kim mingyu. we're not 9 year olds," the culprit lifts his hand in defense, "hey, i'm just a boy in college. cut me some slack won't ya? also, i just failed my math exam so just take it as you're comforting me." you click you tongue in fake pity.
"you could've asked me to tutor you instead of wasting my money like this, blockhead." you retorted, giving him a light smack on his arm that was an inch away. mingyu shakes his head in disagreement, "that won't work." you clasp you arms together in curiosity. "and what makes you think that?"
before you could get the answer, mingyu takes a sip from his drink. what felt like eternally waiting for him to finish, he finally decides to open his mouth. "i know this might sound like a weird question but," he stops. "go on," you respond.
"how mad would you be if i kissed you?"
you felt like the world had spun around from whatever came out of his mouth, causing you to tumble over your own chair. "come again?" "how mad would you be if kissed you?" you still couldn't process what he just had said.
"again." "how mad would you be if i kissed you?" "again." "how mad would you be if i kissed you?" "one last time," "how mad would you be if i kissed you?"
"very."
you couldn't help but let out a chuckle at his expression that was distorted with confusion. "what do you mean? i thought you liked me, no?"
you gasp out as you placed a hand over your heart. "kim mingyu, you rejected me long ago— during our senior year of high school." he still had his confusion face, "what does that have to do with whatever the fuck i just asked though?"
you reach out to pat his arm again, this time with real pity. "do you think i wouldn't be able to move on from that? you might have embarrassed me in front of our whole grade but i wasn't that head over heels for you, man." lord knows you were, but that was a different story to tell for a different time.
instead of the adorable confused expression, it was replaced with a frown. "i thought you still like me?" "i do." "you don't make sense right now, you know that right?" "yes." "huh?" mingyu straightens his back and asks seriously, "okay then, when did you liked me back then?" you furrow your eyebrows, refreshing your mind back when you both were in high school.
"i liked you back when you were helping out a stray kitten near the school. i thought you were the kindest person i've ever seen, and you know how they were treated right?" he nods in acknowledgement. "i can never forget that. thankfully wonwoo adopted that kitten and lives with him now." he says in reminisce, showing a gentle smile.
"right. well, uh. from then on, i just kept seeing you around and we kind of bonded over time. but then my fucking dumbass felt the need to confess. nonetheless, we're still friends," mingyu hums while nodding his head. "that's true."
"kim mingyu," he looks at you, giving his full attention to what you were about to say next.
"i've loved you since the first time i ever laid my eyes on you. near the school, by the kitten, in front of me. your smile, it made me felt alive. i wanted to protect that smile you had back then,"
and there went your heart, beating away like crazy. now that mingyu, the man you once swooned over, gave that same smile to you. "then," you gulped in nervousness as he still plastered that heart-throbbing smile.
"may you give this smile another chance to be protected by you? may you give this heart of mine another chance to be loved and to love you?" he finally breathes out though yours might have been taken away.
when mingyu noticed that you were unresponsive, he moves from his seat next to yours, gently intertwining your hands.
"yes. yes, i would. in this lifetime to the next, i will always choose to love you,"
for once you seem like you hoped that this late night dinner thing to be the last, you didn't. thank whoever heard your broken heart because now you feel alive, again.
not from him but with him this time.
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꣑୧ ݁.﹒𝓖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄 .ᐟ
ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡
꣑୧⠀˖ ࣪ .⠀𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚⠀.ᐟ⠀⊹ you never wanted your love to end but you will never be his again. time to say goodbye to the past, to the memories that will always be kept safe in your broken heart.
꣑୧⠀˖ ࣪ .⠀𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕⠀.ᐟ⠀⊹ angst, established relationship, breakup, relationship negligence, no happy ending
( ꯭♡︎ ) ˖ ࣪ . love note ˒˒ heavily based on “goodbye” by marina, one of my favs of hers. i was feeling sad so i wrote this. ngl i did get a bit emotional writing this. also, first time writing pure angst.
in the beginning, it was all perfect. you found the perfect partner to spend your life with. miguel was a miracle, the light you were seeking for. you were his too, as if you were meant for each other. you truly believed that; believed in love. every minute spent with him was precious, savoring it. he treated you so well, like a man worshipping his queen. such a real gentleman. everything he did always took your breath away, making your heart flutter even if it was the smallest thing. no matter what, even if he got home late, he always made time for you.
but, unfortunately, that changed.
as time went on, three years into the relationship, the rose petals began falling apart one by one in a slow fashion. those late nights of him coming home became a repetitive affair. you would stay up just to see him, not caring if you were losing sleep. once he showed up, a simple kiss on the forehead and a muttered “miss you” were his way of acknowledging you before heading to the bathroom to shower then head straight to bed, not even waiting for you.
this tedious thing continued on. by the time you wake up, empty sheets were beside you. everyday has been spent with loneliness. you knew miguel was a hardworking, dedicated man. he worked at alchemax, a time-consuming job. he was considered one of the best employees so it was expected of him to busy most of the time. but you didn’t think it would lead to him coming home so late. part of you felt selfish because you know how much he loved his job and how important it was. however, you can’t help but miss your boyfriend. even if it was for a few minutes just hugging each other would be enough.
but the petals continued to fall.
the late nights were so tedious to the point you gave up and went straight to bed. miguel would come home so damn late, walking in the door at 4:00 in morning. you stopped leaving leftovers for him since the food you made were untouched and left cold. he was so fucking busy that he started canceling dates, especially last minute. at first, you understood due to his job. but he kept doing it to the point that you got so sick of it. your boyfriend was barely around anymore. you felt so lonely. some nights, tears ran down your face as you softly cried to yourself.
that’s when you realized the spark died.
the relationship was falling apart, crashing down like a paper plane. miguel was neglecting you, neglecting the relationship you built together. it seemed like he was dating his job more than his girlfriend. that’s what pissed you off. you couldn’t take it anymore.
as much as you didn’t want your love to end, you didn’t want to live in this place of isolation and negligence. you had to end it all.
━━━━━━━━ ִ ۫ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ۫ ݂ ━━━━━━━━
nervously fiddling with your hands, heart pounding in your chest, you sit at the dining table waiting for miguel to come home. he texted that he got off early, for the first time. that was your green light to tell him it’s over, despite how much you don’t want to. the anxiety flowing through your body makes you a bit nauseous. part of you is afraid of his reaction. but honestly, would he care much since he’s been a neglectful asshole? you just have to wait and see.
the sound of door unlocking makes your heart stop for a moment. with anxious eyes, you watch your boyfriend enter the apartment.
“hola, mi alma.”
the nickname and soft smile on his face hurts you. that’s the first time in two months since he smiled at you, actually happy to see and acknowledge you.
he must’ve notice your anxious expression the way his brows furrowed a bit. “what’s wrong—“
“sit down, miguel.”
tension fills in the room.
with a confused expression, miguel obeys and sits across from you. “¿que pasa, mi amor? did something happen? did someone say something to you? did they hurt you? if they hurt you, i’ll—“
“you hurt me, miguel.”
those mahogany eyes went wide. “wh-what?” he sounds in pure disbelief.
“you’re the who hurt me.” audible pain in your voice, making him flinch. “these past two fucking months have been so shitty. i’ve never felt so miserable.”
miguel was about to say something but you continue on, not giving him the fucking chance.
“i-i feel so fucking alone in this relationship. i’m not even sure if this is a relationship anymore.” you scoff. “because you’ve been neglecting it, neglecting me.”
his stomach drops. oh he fucked up.
“it feels like a one-sided relationship, one-sided love. i’m the only one who’s making an effort, and i’m fucking tired of it, miguel!” you voice raises a bit.
“mi amor, i—“ he chokes. “i-i’m sorry. i didn’t—“
“look,” you cut him off again. “i understand how important your job is. believe me, i tried my best. but you completely forgot there’s more than just your job!” a thin layer of tears begin forming in your eyes. “you come home late and i don’t see you! i wake up and you’re gone! you cancel dates all the time or never show up!” you’re practically shouting.
the tears in your eyes makes his heart crack, making his own swell in tears as well.
“i miss you, miguel! i miss you all the fucking time! i tried to be understanding but i’m fed up!” you cried, a few tears trailing down your flushed cheek.
a single tear drop from his eye falls down his face. his heart breaks at your sad yet truthful words. miguel knew his was way too focused on work. but fuck he didn’t realized how it affected you to the point of making you cry. and he hates it when you cry, especially if it’s him that you made.
“mi amor, i-i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry for making you feel like this. i was so invested with work, i didn’t realized-“
“exactly, you didn’t realized because you were dating your job than your girlfriend.”
that sentence hurts him, because it’s the truth. oh he really fucked up big time.
“i-i…” he struggles to find the right words.
“it’s over, miguel.”
now that shatters his heart completely.
“w-wait, mi amor. please—“ miguel panics, reaching out to you but you back away. his heart breaks more.
you shake your head, tears continuously falling down your cheeks. “it’s over, miguel. i can’t be the only one putting effort into this relationship. i don’t wanna be lonely and ignored anymore.”
now he’s the one crying. “pl-please, mi alma. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry. please don’t leave me. i promise to do better, to be better. please, just give me a chance. i need you, i can’t live without you. just please, mi alma. don’t leave me.”
“you’re the one who left me, miguel.”
miguel though his heart couldn’t break even more. he doesn’t want to lose you. he needs you, you’re his anchor, his sole reason to continue on, his reason to work so hard for. but that’s the exact reason why he’s losing you, was too invested in his work that he completely neglected you, the love of his life. pushed your needs and love away. now he has to suffer the consequences. to suffer the one fear he was deeply afraid of: losing you. especially by his own actions.
“i never wanted our love to end.” you flash him a sad smile, tears blurring your vision.
a night of tears, regret and sorrow. after the whole shitshow, you left. you packed all of your stuff because you knew this was your last time in this apartment. you weren’t going to stay any longer. despite how times miguel begged you not to go, even got down on his knees and cried out endless sorrys, you grabbed your bag and left.
miguel cried the entire night.
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it’s been eights months since the breakup. the tearful nights dimmed down but heart still broken. the aftermath is worse than the breakup. broken hearts are quick to burn but slow to heal. you’re not sure how long it will take for yours to heal.
you haven’t seen or spoken to miguel since. it’s ideal of course. after the breakup, you deleted his number and anything associated with him. before you did, he messaged you about giving him a chance to talk, to express his regret but you didn’t allow that. you were smarter than that. despite how much you still love him, you can’t let him in again. you can’t go through tears again, it would break you even more.
you truly never wanted your love to end. it was perfect from the start but not everything has a happy ending. that’s how life is. but your love is safe inside your memories, stored away in the back.
in the end, you will never be his again.
he had to say goodbye to the girl that he lost.
as you take one final look at pictures of you and miguel that were taken during your relationship before deleting them, you tell yourself one thing.
goodbye, my friend.
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love is the fuel
author's note. minghao is so?? he’s inspiration himself. like whatever i’d come up with, he’ll always fit the scenario. or in general, i feel like i just want to write for him again and again and again??? do you get me???
author's note. cursing
word count. 729
the soft jazz music filled the room, along with quiet sounds of minghao folding the paper. it was calm and relaxing, especially with the rain drops tenderly drumming on your windows.
suddenly there of a ping! of incoming text, followed by–
“for fuck’s sake! god damnit, no! i’m done, i have enough! no, no, no. i’m not doing it anymore!” you whined and stood from your chair, paddling around the table. minghao looked at you, slightly amused and concerned.
you let out a deep sigh, pushing your hair back.
“what is it, love?” he asked gently, putting away the origami figure he just finished making. then he rested his chin on his palms, watching you.
“can i just drop it? oh, i know! we can just marry secretly with no family whatsoever or, or they will just stand there like everyone wants! i don’t care…” you grunted and leaned against the chair, gripping the backrest. your future husband tilted his head curiously, lips curling into a smile.
“honey, i don’t know what happened but don’t let it make you want to run away” he chuckled, slowly grabbing another paper to start folding another origami figure. maybe a tiger now, for soonyoung.
“no but…” you whined and rushed next to him, plopping down. then you handed him your phone with the text you just got “it’s my aunt. she just texted me she doesn’t want to sit next to mrs lee because they just had a fight. and if there’s no option for her to sit somewhere else then either she won’t come or she wants mrs lee not to come”
minghao halted his moves, gaze shifting at you.
“i… can we switch? you’re doing what you like, having fun the origami and i’m struggling with the seats” you grunted, crossing your arms.
sure, you knew planning a wedding will be hard but you hoped it will make some great memories and people will help. and yeah, your and hao’s friends helped in this and that but there were certain cases that you had to take care of. like seating the guests.
“but you wanted to do it in first place, baby” he hummed, amused by the aunt drama.
“yeah but… i thought it will be fun. how do you have the patience to do that and i don’t…” you mumbled, resting your head on the table (careful enough not to crush his paper figures).
“i don’t”
you looked up, sending him a confused look. minghao scoffed at your cutely frowned eyebrows.
your fiancé wanted to hand make origami figures for each guest and staff member. some of them were personalised, like tiger for hoshi or cats for wonwoo, jun and woozi. that way they could enjoy the wedding as well and take the figurines home as a precious memory.
“sure, i thought it will be fun. just like you. but i ran out of patience, especially when some of them just didn’t look right. for example, the one for lee sungkyung took me three days to finally get it right. i wanted to give up, really” he sighed and started tracking shapes on your arm “but then i thought… it won’t be fair, right? some of the guests will be treated like royalty and some won’t? but above all the love for you is my fuel”
“what?” you looked up, meeting his ebony irises. he caressed your face and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
“whenever i wanted to give up i thought about you. how hardworking you are… or how much i love you. and it worked” he hummed “i can help you if you want, hm?”
you nodded, pecking his jaw.
“thank you. and i love you so much” you said. a bright smile bloomed on his face
“show me the plan, what do you have so far” he put the origamis away gently, careful not to destroy them. especially the one he made for you, from the hand-written letter he wrote (obviously you didn’t know, he will give it to you after the ceremony) “maybe we could place seungcheol next to your aunt? i’m sure she’d love his company”
you giggled, to your fiancé’s relief. he couldn’t help himself but place another loving kiss on your forehead. grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers, he listened to you as you explained all the seat arrangements.
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Don't Mess With My Mind Alternate Ending!!
Summary:
A darker alternate ending to Don't Mess With My Mind!!
AEMOND POV
Warning(s): Angst, Language, Hurt, Comfort, Drugs, Alcohol Consumption, Manipulation, Mentions Of Cheating, Kissing, Smut – Fingering, Oral Sex (M & F Receiving), Unprotected P in V Sex, Confrontation, Violence.
Word Count: 2173
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
MODERN AU - AEMOND x Y/N - AEGON x Y/N
Inspired by the song: EMO - Don't Mess With My Mind.
Tag List: @immyowndefender, @zenka69, @iloveallmyboys, @summerposie, @namelesslosers, @dixie-elocin, @aemondsfavouritebastard, @toodlesxcuddles, @ammo23
Aemond was always the diligent and hardworking one, who poured his soul into his studies and career, striving for recognition and validation. Yet, despite his relentless efforts, he seemed to be forever overshadowed by Aegon.
While Aemond would often burn the midnight oil, Aegon indulged in the pleasures of life without a care in the world. His days were filled with revelry, his nights with debauchery. He floated through life with an effortless charm, surrounded by a constant whirlwind of parties, alcohol, and questionable women.
Aemond couldn't help but resent his brother's seemingly effortless success. It gnawed at him, a constant reminder of the injustice of the world. How could Aegon achieve so much with so little effort, while he, Aemond, struggled to make even a dent in the world?
Their relationship was strained, a simmering pot of jealousy and bitterness. Aemond harboured a deep-seated resentment towards Aegon, unable to shake the feeling of inadequacy that his brother's existence seemed to impose upon him.
Yet, beneath the layers of resentment and bitterness, Aemond couldn't deny the twinge of jealousy that gripped his heart, his brother was free do to as he pleased without suffering the consequences.
Aemond was the responsible one the one who was expected to look after Aegon, the one who everyone relied on.
He was sick of it; he was sick of it all.
Aegon always got everything he wanted whereas Aemond was left with the scraps.
Even their own mother was blind to her precious darlings indulgences, content to look the other way whilst Aemond cleaned up after him.
Aemond remembered the first time Aegon brought Y.N back to their flat, she was such a timid little thing, almost like a mouse, not his brothers usual type at all.
But there was something about the way her eyes would light up when she smiled or the way she would bite her lower lip whenever she was reading.
It drove Aemond to distraction, never had he been so enamoured with anyone, not even his older ex-girlfriend who admittedly sucked his cock like a pro.
There were times when he would catch her looking at him wistfully from across the room and he would always wonder what she was thinking in that moment.
One day he caught her coming out of the shower with nothing, but a towel wrapped around her body and his cock responded in earnest.
That was the night he brought some big titted bimbo back to the flat, he closed his eye as he fucked her roughly from behind, imagining that it was Y.N who was screaming his name and coming on his cock.
Another night he brought home some demure brown haired whisp of a woman, who he fucked into the mattress, his face pressed into her neck envisioning Y.N as he spilled into the condom.
The red head he brought home, now she was a freak. Never had any woman asked him to do anal on their first go but he was more than happy to oblige, he even invited her back for another go, but she began to get a bit clingy afterwards and he had to bin her off before she got worse.
He even resorted to seeing Alys again in between his slut phase, he would go to her flat and listen to her harp on about stuff he really didn’t give two shits about, then he would bend her over whatever surface was the closet and fuck her hard.
But nothing compared to Y.N.
He was a man possessed; no other woman could satisfy the deep longing he felt, and sometimes his cock would only get hard if he fantasized about Y.N.
Some nights he would hear Aegon fucking her, his brothers groans of pleasure sickening him to his stomach as he never once heard any of hers.
A woman like that deserved to be worshipped, she was a kindred spirit that needed releasing from the prison of his brother’s lacklustre affection.
He couldn’t sit idle anymore, he had to do something, he wanted Y.N and he was determined to get her, by any means necessary.
He just needed his brother out of the way first.
Aemond really did have to thank Sara the next time he saw her, his plan had worked out perfectly.
Initially she had been hesitant to agree, but the generous cash donation to fund her secret drug habit was more than enough.
It wasn’t too difficult to get hold of his brothers phone either to text Y.N and ask her to come over so she could catch his brother in the act.
Plying the wastrel with alcohol hadn’t been too difficult either.
Admittedly his arrival with Alys had been purely coincidental, but it worked out perfectly, nonetheless.
After he had sent Alys packing, he made his move.
Initially he had expected Y.N to be a bit more resistant to his offer, but she readily agreed and his cock responded in earnest.
The feeling of Y.N’s lips on his was better than anything he’d ever imagined, the noises she made when he devoured her pussy like a starving man would linger with him for the rest of his days.
He loved eating pussy, something his previous partners were ever grateful for, but nothing compared to Y.N’s she was delicious in a way he’d never tasted before.
Even the feel of her tight, wet heat wrapped around his cock was everything he’d ever dreamt of, he never wanted to be anywhere else, and, in all honesty, he had never come so hard in his life, rope and after rope of his seed, coated her insides and the sight of it dripping from her drove him feral with need.
There was a small part of him that had thought once he fucked her that would be it, his desire for the forbidden fruit would be sated and he could move on.
But it wasn’t, if anything it made him crave her even more.
He didn’t want to let her go, she was his own personal drug, he was addicted to her, and he would often indulge in his habit.
They would usually met up at her flat, she lived alone, so it was easier to fuck her over every surface and not worry about anyone walking in on them.
He was ravenous and unrestrained in his taking of her.
His little mouse would let him fuck her in anyway he wanted, it was as if she needed it as much as he did.
He would on occasion bring her back to his flat, careful of course of avoid Aegon, the idiot hadn’t realised that she’d caught him with Sara, and he would often complain that Y.N wasn’t responding to his calls or texts.
It gave Aemond a sick twisted sense of satisfaction after his brother would lament his lost relationship and then Aemond would proceed to fuck Y.N in the next room.
Once he had her pressed against his door with his cock deep inside her as his brother was on the other side complaining that he was making too much noise.
Gods how hard he fucked her that day, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her.
His loud groans of pleasure echoing around his room.
He even dared to fuck her in Aegon's bed once, initally she had been hesitant but he feasted on her delicious cunny until she could no longer stand and he had pressed her face into the mattress, digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips as he thrust his cock inside her.
The day he realised that he was completely in love with her was when they were laid naked with one another, their sweaty limbs entwined as she leaned over and pressed a series of gentle kisses to the scarred side of his face.
She called him beautiful, and she made him feel special, he never wanted to let her go.
However, his glee over successfully getting the girl was short lived, when he was cornered by Aegon one day, his brother was elated that Y.N had seemingly agreed to come over and talk.
Aemond was livid, she belonged to him, and he would not have her getting back with his cunt of a brother.
As it turns out Aegon had promised Y.N that he had given up drinking and was attending regular A.A meetings, which was a blatant lie. The stupid twat actually thought that was the reason why she’d ended things.
So, in order to stir up a bit of trouble, Aemond periodically spiked his brother’s drink with vodka throughout the day and when Y.N finally came over, Aegon was passed out in his room.
Of course, he was there to provide comfort and inevitably Y.N fell back into his arms.
In order to ensure Y.N and Aegon did not in fact get back together, Aemond began poking holes in the condoms they used and in retrospect it was a bit drastic, but he was desperate.
After everything he’d done to get her, he wasn’t going to lose her now.
So, he made every effort to fuck Y.N as often as he could, sometimes he even managed to fuck her raw a number of times.
Eventually she came to him in tears and told him she was pregnant.
He pretends to act shocked at first but then he embraced her and promised to support her in every way he could.
Y.N decided to keep the baby and Aemond decided it was for the best that they move in together, which would mean revealing their relationship to Aegon.
Aemond relished in Aegon’s horror when he found out, they even got into a fist fight, but as Aegon spent most of his days drinking he was no match for Aemond who looked after himself with regular work outs and a proper diet.
Y.N begged them to stop acting like children, she screamed at Aegon about his cheating and then she fled the flat in floods of tears.
Aemond chased after her, and spent over an hour at her door pleading to be let in before she eventually caved and let him in.
He spent the night fucking her into exhaustion, not wanting to leave the warmth of her body.
She was his home, his escape and he was determined to keep her.
He moved in with her not to long after that, his mother was furious, and she raged at him for hours on the phone until he hung up on her.
Of course, Aegon had gone crying to mummy but there was nothing either of them could do now that he’d finally got what he wanted.
He’d got the girl and now she was carrying his child, the only thing left to do was make her his forever and ask her to marry him.
Which he did and Y.N happily accepted; she wept tears of joy as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Their wedding was small and elegant, Aemond couldn’t stop smiling as Y.N walked towards him, she looked spectacular in her dress, and he couldn’t wait to tear it from her body later that night.
Aegon had brought along a date, but he never once offered her any attention besides the odd grunt here and there.
Aemond delighted in the forlorn look in his brother’s eyes as he watched the ceremony.
His wedding night was bliss, he spent the night worshipping his wife’s body, marvelling at her stomach swollen with his child.
Yes, HIS child. HIS seed. HIS legacy.
He couldn’t wait to taste his wife’s mothers milk; he knew she would be a fantastic mother.
As the pregnancy progressed, Aemond was the perfect partner, rubbing her aching back and swollen ankles.
Life was perfect, and not even the reappearance of Alys could dampen his mood, as he bumped into her one day whilst he was picking up Y.N’s favourite pastries.
His ex tried to tempt him, but he declined and relished the look on her face when he confirmed that he was a happily married man with a child on the way.
He certainly hadn’t put all that effort in to claim Y.N as his, only to have someone like Alys try to ruin it for him.
So, he walked away and never gave her a backwards glance.
Aemond had a lot of days in his life that he believed were some of the best in his existence, but the day his daughter was born surpassed them all.
As he held her in his arms, everything he had done to get to this moment had been worth it.
He once contemplated telling Y.N the truth, but he eventually decided against it, as he couldn’t risk her leaving him.
No, he would keep it too himself and live his life with Y.N, their daughter and any other children they would be blessed with in the future.
Of course, one wasn’t enough and as soon as his sweet wife was sufficiently healed, he would wait patiently for her to welcome him into her body again and he would fill her with his seed.
He would ensure she was dripping with him, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before they welcomed another child.
His pretty perfect girl. His little mouse. HIS wife. HIS. HIS. HIS.
FOREVER!!
A.N - This was actually the original ending to the series, but it didn't feel right, so I ended up changing it.
I do prefer how I did end the series and releasing this was just a bit of fun and to see what the readers would think and which ending you guys preferred?
Many Thanks :-)
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overstimulation
price x fem!reader
kinktober masterlist. (day 15)
warnings: female overstimulation, female anatomy, mean!price, degrading, BDSM.
John's hands wandered all over your precious body. You were just a fleshlight for him to use and abuse, to fuck into after a failed mission, to ruin after a difficult and hardworking day.
Anger filled his veins today, and he decided he'd needed to take this anger out into someone. More specifically, you.
You looked up at him with glossy eyes, his cock stuffed into your mouth and your pussy slick. You grinded against his military boot, moaning around his girthy cock and letting your tears stream down your raw cheeks. A plug filled your asshole and nipple clamps pinching your nipples, tape binding your wrists and tying them behind your back to restrict you.
Being bent over in doggy with your pussy full of his thick, musky dick. Your eyes were sensitive and raw from sobbing. Breathless and panting with a ballgag around your mouth, silencing you. John held your wrists together, using them to fuck you back onto his hard dick, babbling and whining for him to be gentle when he was ploughing into you.
A collar around your neck, his name embroidered onto it, looming above his little pet. “Filthy fuckin' slag.” he spat, a fag glob of saliva landing onto your tongue, slapped about while you bounced down onto a dildo.
Oh, you were just so desperate... how could he not feel the need to ruin you? So gorgeous and pretty, a smirk stained onto his face, watching as you grinded down onto a cock, crying for the real thing.
Folds raw from being used, filled with his big dick since you'd been so, so needy! You just wouldn't shut up... Slamming into your hole until you became limp from his rough fuckings, gasping and moaning out, your face sore from being smacked and your clit overstimulated and sensitive as he rubbed it. “Ain't'cha jus' so fuckin' greedy? So tight, so wet and warm, pet.” he praised. Praising you for being so slick that he didn't have to use any lube, yet degrading you and treating you like a filthy animal for being so overstimulated.
You squirted against the wooden floor, your knees bruised and your throat covered in hickeys, sore from the collar around it. But, he wasn't finished with you and your body. Gripping your collar from the back, slamming into your swollen cunt until he'd finished deep inside you. Leaving you sensitive and numb.
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˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ drabbles de osita • sir crocodile x latina! Farmer reader (headcanons)
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ I blame @owlight for this 😒 and @backwzzds for MAKING HIS PERSONALITY SMOOTH AS A MOFUCKA @kenruu @sanjisblackasswife
- being his girlfriend as a farmer. With those sweet eyes, and that melanin in your skin, you’re the one that’s highly respected like a true princess in crocodiles eyes
- Now being his little lamb! Yes he calls you his little lamb!! Because you’re so small precious and delicate.
- “Hi honey!!” You’ll be kissing him and looking for him at your casino in alabasta. When he finds you in a perfect casual dress. He bought for you he just smiles.
-“ah there’s my little lamb. You never cease to fail turning this frown upside down you know my darling y/n.” He swoons your heart everytime. Besides after what happened with Robin. You made him apologize for everything and makeup for her values. You’re the woman that keeps him in check (besides shanks of course 🙄)
- “oh thank you amorcito!” Your smile and the blush on your face as he held your hands and kissed your knuckles gently.
-“now what brings my little lamb here?” He’ll look at you in the sight of watching how sweet you’ll look you have a basket behind your back that contains produce of tomates (tomatoes) from your harvest you’ve been working on in your families farm. “I’ve brought you these mi mama wanted you to taste them. And I know the best ways we can cook them.”
-his heart is touched surely he’s never met a woman as hardworking and gentle as you. He hates to watch you get your delicate hands dirty. Mans is a high class assassin and A business owner! So he knows how he feels about this. He can’t help but feel guilty, he then scoffs, and clicks his tongues and then stands up. To inspect the basket, and then pick up the tomato, smelling it. they’re seen to be different shades of light green and lime green to red. “My darling dear, why are these greeen??” He chuckled and smiled with his devious and smitten smirk on his face with the stitches across his nose from ear to ear.
-“thats because They’re fresh tomates! They’ll turn into a nice beautiful shade of red give it time! I’ll make sopa for us tonight.”
-“nonsense my y/n you must be sitting here looking all beautiful for me what if you burn your hands on the stove or the what is it called that one pan?”
-“the comal?”
-“yes what about the comal/griddle?? Surely you can let the chefs cook it.”
-“but sopa doesn’t need to cooked on a comal-“
-“ oh it doesn’t, but still! Take a break! You can’t be working all day when you come home to your handsome man like me??”
-“I mean I suppose I could take a break.” “Then a break is what you’ll have. Come along now we have shopping for you to do!”
- he is going to spoil the fuck out of you. Sexually and emotionally, AND PHYSICALLY.
- now him fucking the shit out of you! You’re a pillow princess okay! BE PROUD OF IT!
-him eating you out from behind when his hook is already taking off your panties. And he’s already fingering you with his ringed up digits.
-“you’re gonna be great mommy you know that my little lamb??” You’re just gonna nod and have that face of oh god I’m being fucked dumb. Legs shaking, thighs aching. EATING YOU OUT HES HUNGRY FOR MORES
-meanwhile it’s been a few days… there’s this one time HE ALMOST SENT A GOAT FROM YOUR FARM!!! TO THE MEAT FACTORY!!
-“hey croccy??” He looks up at your question, “what’s for dinner?”…..your boyfriend sitting in his office reading through paper work… “goat soup..”
- your heart was in your stomach, asyour eyes would widened!! “Which goat….?”
-“the baby goat we found last week…” he speaks lowly and spits it out fast. You’ll get it out of him. That minute your eyes start to flood with tears in your eyes…. You drop your plates and they break, and the basket you made for that baby goat foal, that you and crocodile rescued. You left crying and went up to the farm running. Ignoring him. You don’t want to even talk to him….. he makes it up to you when it’s dinner time.
-“y/n…it’s me…..darling can I come in??” you’re in the goat pen with the babies, you’re holding the baby goats sisters buttercup and bubbles… the one who apparently was sent off to the meat factory was blossom…y/n sighed sadly. “I brought you dinner…it’s not goat I promise…it’s some sushi..” he spoke gently and sat down next to her… the goat pen was so big enough, Little did y/n know. Crocodile already sent his minions to go get blossom immediately. and he surprised you with baby girl herself. “You got her back for me??” Y/n was crying happily hugging the baby goat and kissing her head as blossom is bleating, and then giving crocodile a big smoothie kiss. “Okay you’re sleeping on the floor tonight!?”
-“BUT I GOT HER BACK FOR YOU?!”
-“ do you want me to sell your hook?”
-that’s when he knows to never talk back. Overall I say he has learned the hard way and his mamacita farmer y/n can put him in his place
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Ok so I’m gonna get mega-angsty. I also sent something similar to this to someone else, but I need to share my thoughts with ppl. (Tw: I see Leon as an extremely tough dad on his son)
I personally see Leon having a son and a daughter. We all know he’s wrapped around his daughter’s fingers. So I won’t go into detail with her. I love girl dad Leon. It gives me warm and fuzzy feelings.
But I see Leon being unintentionally very hard on his son. Leon’s a protector. A warrior. And he wants to instill that same ethic into his son.
Leon knows how fucked the world is. He knows just how dangerous everything is, and while he wants to protect his daughter from it, he wants to prepare his son to handle it.
He doesn’t do it out of misogyny. Not at all. He knows if she wanted to, his daughter could take on the world. But there’s just something different about his daughter facing such danger vs his son. Maybe it was how he himself was raised. Maybe it was just ‘the times’ he grew up in.
He’s not abusive. Not by a long shot. He’s just…hard. Leon himself sees it as ‘tough love.’
If his son is the oldest sibling, it’s even worse. Leon unintentionally goes damn near military on him. Leon sees it as making sure he’s disciplined, hardworking, and a good man. But at the cost of Leon’s son feeling like he’ll never be good enough in the eyes of his father.
Until it all explodes. Maybe it’s when his son is a teenager. His boy breaks down finally and Leon sees the worst thing he ever could. Leon sees himself in his son. The exhaustion. The depression. And Leon *hates* himself for what he did to his boy. His precious little boy that he pushed passed the breaking point.
Even taking the steps to undo what’s been done, with therapy and time, Leon despises himself for what he did. He cries one night after his son had a full on panic attack over a C on an exam.
Yea, his son has become hardworking, driven, intelligent…but his son also became anxious, depressed and exhausted.
Leon loves his kids. He loves his family with every fiber and cell in his body. So he puts in the work to change. He apologizes properly. Hugs his darling little boy and doesn’t let go. He changes his habits. His thought process. He does everything to help break his son out of his unintentional conditioning. It takes time, Leon isn’t perfect. But damnit, he tries his best.
Sorry I love Leon. I wanna tuck him into bed and kiss his forehead. I also wanna peg him. But I also wanna hurt him lol.
Anon...let me tell you something right now...put your phone on the damn dresser and walk away. But this was painful to read, as it was also interesting and entertaining.
Want to thank you in advance for the long-ass analysis I've conjured up, so hopefully you will like reading that over. :)
#ovaryacted asks#this hurt so much#but like#it tickeled my brain in a good way#made me think real hard#maybe too hard#worth it tho
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Angel can[‘t] cook?
Angel/David Shaw
Mostly fluffy, slightly angsty feels ahead.
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It has been a hot minute since I last wrote anything at length in English, and I fear it will take some time before I’ve managed to scrape off all the rust that’s built up over the years.
Regardless, I found myself word-vomiting this onto a google doc last evening after this idea has been living in my head for the last couple weeks.
Also posted over on ao3
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Throughout the years, Angel has found themself on the receiving end of many a description from both coworkers and friends, some arguably more accurate than others: dedicated, dependable, forthright, passionate, energetic, silly, snot. The fact that “liar” wasn’t included on that list was not by coincidence.
And yet, as they were standing in their and David’s shared kitchen, tomato sauce sizzling happily in the pot behind them on the stove, one of the two homemade pizzas heating in the oven while the other laid half-assembled on the countertop, buffalo mozzarella drying in a sieve by the sink, themself covered in flour and their man, their mate, the love of their life standing in front of them with his work bag in hand and a look of mixed worry and confusion furrowing his brows, they found themself wishing they were a better liar.
Because truth was that Angel, try as they might on rare occasions, was a terrible, terrible liar. Sweaty hands, flush cheeks, flickering eyes; the whole shebang and then some came tumbling over them whenever they had to lie about something, no matter how trivial. So just like how the sun is known to rise in the east, or how the tide ebbs and flows with the moon, Angel is known not to lie.
The irony of the situation was not lost on them as they stood in the kitchen, face flushed and wringing their flour-covered hands while their mate was staring them down. They felt like a deer that after nine months of carefully and thoroughly painting the floor had finally been caught - with crumbs strewn around them and the empty cookie jar on the floor beside them - sitting in the metaphorical corner.
“You’re back early,” they hurried to say when David started opening his mouth, no doubt to ask when they’d hit their head and if they were in need of medical care. Unfortunately their poor attempt at distraction did nothing to ease the concern-slowly-morphing-into-suspicious look on his face.
“The clients came to an agreement quicker than anticipated,” he put his bag down, eyes firmly glued on Angel as if the entire kitchen would spontaneously combust if he looked away for nare a second, “so yes, our trip was shortened by a day”.
“Ah,” they mumbled. Eloquently.
“Angel,” David closed the distance between them, joining them by the kitchen island, “what do you think you’re doing?”
“...cooking?” as if that alone would in any way explain how Angel, known noodle lover and Kitchen Wrecker only second to Asher, was making a whole ass meal by themself. From the ground. The various bowls with the different toppings not yet cleaned off the counter.
The timer on the stove beeped, alerting them to the first pizza already being done.
Fuck.
They hadn't meant for this… slight alteration of the truth… to go on for this long.
There was no secret that if you looked up the definition of “hardworking” in the dictionary, the first word you would stumble across would simply read: “Angel”. The problem with definitions though, is that they leave precious little wiggle room for deviation. So when life gets hectic and Angel finds themselves in the midst of a hurricane of papers and reports and meetings and timetables, they tend to forget (to their own immense chagrin) that they're also a human being with human needs.
The point of this is to say that when David came along and entered their life, Angel was barely operating as a functional human being. Work had at that point been a living nightmare for the past three weeks, and the majority of their day-to-day was spent in the office. They slept an average of 5 hours at night, got maybe another half hour on the train to and fro, and since they’re fortunate enough to have a relatively good cafeteria at work, cooking at home quickly became the lowest of priorities.
Once things started settling back into the normal amount of stress-per-day, and Angel at long last found the spare time to invite David over for a long overdue movie night, their excitement had sort of, maybe, perhaps made them forget to restock their fridge and pantry in advance. The memory of exasperation on David’s face though when he went to search said fridge and pantry to get the designated movie-night-snacks, and found little else in there other than a couple stacks of ramyeon noodles, some cans of beans, one pack of coconut milk and a half full bottle of ketchup, almost made all future teasing they would receive on the subject worth it.
Indeed, that little incident had in fact stirred quite a few jabs from him about how Angel couldn’t possibly survive on preprocessed food like that, and that if they wanted to live a short life then there were easier ways to go about it than starving their body of all necessary nutritional needs.
Problem was, the teasing had been fun! Angel found immense joy in riling David up, and had therefore not made it a huge point to correct him in his assumptions about their cooking-abilities. Whenever had they tried to comment on the fact that they weren’t, in fact, completely useless in the kitchen he would disagree and say they were a disservice to Darvin’s theory about natural selection while they laughed and made some half-baked, farfetched innuendo about servicing, he grumbled and rolled his eyes so far back that by now they were sure he must be painstakingly familiar with the inside of his head, they kissed him on his nose, he kissed them on the mouth, scandalous little man that he is, and they both went about their day!
And, alright, so maybe that little “almost accident” he had been witness to a few weeks into living together didn’t do a whole lot to change his mind about whether or not they should be allowed in the kitchen. In their defence, a new deadline at work had been closing in, and having only gotten a few restless hours of shut-eye that night, the toast they’d been heating up for breakfast had promptly been forgotten when they started dozing off by the dining table.
It had taken the entire day to air the remaining smell of burned bread out of their home…
And then, bless this man’s heart, David had taken it upon himself to try and teach Angel how to cook. And he’d gotten up all close and personal and touchy and feely, pressing himself up against their back, covering their hands with his bigger ones, his calloused fingers caressing theirs, soft breaths tickling the hairs at the nape of their neck. No way in hell were they going to turn around and tell him that they were quite capable in the kitchen, thank you very much, despite all the evidence pointing to the contrary. Not when they could feel his chest expanding with each breath against their back. So they stayed put, kept quiet, and enjoyed every second of their Basic Cooking 101 lesson, (not offering a single thought to the actual learning part of the lesson, mind you).
Their little… secret (not lie!) had almost been revealed one evening when Angel had invited a small group of friends over for dinner. One of them had made a comment on how sweet it was to see Angel not being the one responsible for dinner for once, allowing themself to take the time and actually talk and hang out instead of flying around trying to make everyone else feel comfortable. David had snorted and muttered something about how he wouldn't have let Angel within a ten metre radius of a kitchen if he could help it, before disappearing around the corner to finish up the last preparations for the food.
The looks they had received from their friends had them squirming in their seat, and with sweaty hands, flushed cheeks and flickering eyes they’d stuttered their way through the Toast Incident in hopes of satisfying their suspicion before quickly changing the subject, sighing in relief when neither of them had comment any further on their strange behaviour.
If they were being completely honest with themself… it was nice having someone else do the cooking for a change. Growing up Angel often had to be in charge of dinner, with two parents working their asses off trying to make ends meet for their little family. They had never blamed their parents for relying on them to act as a stand-in parent for their younger siblings at times; not even when they had to get a part-time job in the kitchen of the local italian restaurant, spending the hours after school to clean and chop and stir in various pots and pans, just to come back home and do the exact same thing there.
Their parents were doing their best with what means they got, and so was Angel.
After graduation they’d stayed another year at the restaurant to earn some extra money for their family and to try and save up some for themself, learning how to make the perfect pizza and lasagne and bolognese and carbonara and risotto (and gods the tiramisu) along the way. They’d enjoyed it, all things considered, but it was also exhausting.
And then there came David - sweet, gentle, stubborn David - who had started lecturing them about the importance of feeding themself properly, and they hadn’t found it in them to correct him. When he had dragged them to the store the morning after their first movie night at their place to fill up their barren food supply, they’d let him. When he started showing up every other day at their apartment after work to cook them something to eat, they’d simply dug around for their spare key and given it to him.
Because for once someone had been concerned about their health, and it felt nice.
In just the few short minutes it took for him to unlock the front door, untie his shoes, hang his jacket and move to the kitchen, their rose-golden bubble was popped, and in the process their world had abruptly shifted three inches to the left, leaving them frozen in vertigo not knowing if they should stay put or try to follow. After having lived together for seven weeks and four days (not that Angel was counting…), they had not once attempted to correct his misconstructed impression of their cooking skills. Because it had felt nice.
They hadn’t meant to lie.
It wasn’t a lie.
They had actively told David that they could cook. Just purposefully hadn’t demonstrated it yet…
So why did it feel like one fat, neon coloured lie now that they were facing their mate with what felt like a crime scene surrounding them?
…it had been so nice.
Whatever their face was doing must have been quite the sight, cause’ while David was surely still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Angel was seemingly apparently quite capable of replicating the entire italian cuisine in their kitchen on their own, the sceptical look on his face was quickly replaced with concern as he reached forward to softly brush his fingers against their cheek.
“Angel?”
No, Angel was not a good liar. Never had been. So now, when the truth was so clearly written out behind them on the counter, they felt their shoulders sag and a breath they hadn’t realised they’d been holding for the nine months they’d known each other rush out of them in a choked sigh.
“I- um…” they cleared their throat before trying again, voice a bit steadier this time: “dinner’s almost ready?”
They could still see the sceptical worry clear in his eyes and the dozen questions forming in his mind, but whatever he read on their face made him shelve them for later, opting instead to kiss them softly and promise to be right with them after he’d put his bag in the bedroom and gotten changed to something more comfortable.
He returned just as they were placing the second pizza - fresh out the oven - onto the dining table and they smiled as he sat down across from them.
They would answer all his questions tomorrow. Tell him everything he wanted to know about their suffocated love for cooking that they hadn’t realised they’d missed until they had gotten themself so tangled up in their accidental lie that they felt themself unable to cook, whether they wanted to or not.
But that was tomorrow, after they had eaten and cuddled. After David had showered and unpacked, and they both had had a good night's sleep to replenish their depleted energy stores. They would make them breakfast, they would sit him down, and they would talk about it. But not now.
For now, dinner was served.
#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redacted davey/angel#redacted david#redacted angel#fluff and angst#there's one (1) lie involved#accidental mind you#maybe it's a lie#maybe its maybelline#fanfic#i'm very fond of italics as you can probably tell
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My School President Ep 10
MSP continues to be a perfect show.
Tinn the best boy. When Gun is busy, Tinn gives him time and space to create his art, he doesn't demand attention, he doesn't make a scene, he doesn't get offended. He is lonely but puts his hardworking and stressed out boyfriend first.
When, as Tinn predicted, Gun is furious for hiding the truth from him, Tinn doesn’t run away, doesn’t take offense, doesn’t demand understanding and forgiveness (because he was put in a difficult situation against his will) - no, he goes to buy food because his scared, stressed boyfriend could be hungry.🥺 I mean... HOW?? How is this boy so fucking PERFECT????
I loved how Tinn's mom stopped herself from checking her son's phone. 👍
I’m 100% sure that MR. TIWSON is not only my king, but he also rules the hearts of the teaching staff and is teachers’ favorite pet, their precious Golden Boy. I just know he gets away with a lot of shit, because they like him that much. Perfectly understandable, i’d be the same. 👑 Of course, he never stops helping the music club, without him everyone would just die. He’s so resourceful, always finds a solution, he’s that kind of guy, who would rebuild the society in a zombie apocalipse! And either his type is an extraordinary (✨but fashionable✨) idiot, or Por plays this role to hide his affair with Tiw :D My head is buzzing with ideas and conspiracy theories about them!
The main theme - Gun's mom being ill - is very well done: just the right amount of angst, comfort, tears, son and mother behaved logically in an emotional sense. Gun, who has already lost one parent, reacted exactly as he should. The whole situation wasn't caricatured or overdramatic, and at the same time stupid and losing importance, as is often the case in the series. It was handled with care.
In addition to the numerous good things about this series, I must also mention that it is so captivating, there is always something going on. I tend to let my mind wander when a show/movie can't hold my attention with boring scenes, lack of actuall content, lack of substance, characters talking clearly to pass the screentime.. it's hard for me to force myself to focus just for the sake of watching. MSP has a great flow, the characters don't talk to each other in a boring way, the plot is interesting, the scenes are not dragged out unnecessarily. I love it :)
Tinn telling Gun, that his mom is ok... it was so nice 🥺🥺🥺
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A HYM TO BLACK WATER NWKDJDNFKWKFNEODKFNOWJDNFKEODNROWKFNWPFNEOKDNFJEKRKEOFO LORD HAVE MERCU ON MY SOUL, THE NEW CHAPTER?!?!?!?!?!??!??
I AM FLOORED, I HAVE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW MWAH IT WAS
i was gonna give you my thoughts over a reblog, but, it 2as gonna be too long, so
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idk if its just mez but wuen y/n does smthn psychotic, like when she bit the magic mans arm and th3re was blood and then he let go of her and she wae grinning widly, i got gidey lioe i was crazy smiling, its just OMLL and then her thoughts of her going to pretect her prince, and she wouldnt be able to do anything her precious queen woudnt like amd how she just staright up went for it
AND AND OMFG WHEN she got back up af5er litterally bwing birnt like a mtherfucking chciken nugget to protect her primce and then he took her and hid her when deku came to the rescue, and abt that, im not sure why but i find it endearing that she doesnt call deku by his name but champion, but anyways, she literally LITTERALLY put jer own shoulder back in its place THAT GIRLIE IW SOME SERIOUS BUSINESS and tuen even afyer that she could say smthm snarky to him amd the way je reacted afywr she told him intold you so i was 🤏 close to audibly moaing oml
and then even afyer he lef before whe couod snatch him so that he could be safe she g9t up even in that stae, foumd her sword and aimed straight at him wven if she could barleu walk
And whwn you wrote about how she was made to kill and murder as her prince's bodygaurd and how she was trained for this and thr gory bloody details and how the peopl3 she knew werw not meant for that job and she needed ro fucking finish it thwt was so I LIVE A STRONG Y/N AND IDK EVEN IF SHE IS TALKING ABT MURDER ITS LIKE how do i explain this, IDK I HOPE 6OU UNDERSTAND ITS JUST SO EXCITINGG!!!
and then she chwrged right at him whil3 he was busy and fucking shoved her blade so far into him and as she pulled out a dagger to slit his throat the queen was coming and then th3 little ending where they both fell of the cliff AHHENDIWMDJEIRJWIKXODJ2IDJIDJF3INRIW9OEJFJ3
GOOD LORD AND THEN AF6ER THAT WHEN IZUKU AND BWKUGO CAUGHT HER AND MY BABY WAS TILL ABOE TO TALK? AND WAS SEARCHING FOR HER PRINCE? JENEJEJWHEBEHEJEJEJJEK2ODK3IDK3IKDIEIDKR3K
AND WHEN YOU WRITE YOUR FUCKING DRTIALS ARE JUST MWAH MWAH ABSOLUTLY PERFECT AND EXPLAIN SO MUCH AND I CAN LITTERAPPY SEE THE WHOLE SCENE AND EVERY5HING ITS ABSOKUTLY GEORGOES 💫💫💫💫💫
ehe anyway, i would like to thank you and your hardwork and that i chang3d my username to pyromaniacslove, just putting this here so i can get a cute little ding when you update ❤️
stay safe and hydrayed love MWAH 😘
took me a while to answer bc your excitement made me giddy 🤭 i LOVE this play by play, thank you so much for your thoughts!! comments are seriously the reason I can keep writing. i'm eating them like breakfast i swear
I too love psychotic reader bc up until this point in the story, violence is the only time she really has any agency, plus i never see any capably violent fem readers :,) and I really like how it's slowly becoming more and more clear, the layers of both "shes so cool and good at her unconventional job!" and "why tf would they teach a child to do that..?" it's going to make for a real fun bkg/yn dynamic soon i promise
she's a really precious character to me, and one i can explore all the responsibility that I (and i'm sure SO many of you) experienced too young.
By the end I did lose a bit of motivation, so the language gets slightly unclear but i'm glad that you were still able to follow! and thank you for letting me know abt the username change, i'll update my taglist <3
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He's a precious boi. A stylish boi! Just a perfect little hardworking freaky demon boi and I want to coddle him.
I run in heals too and I love that forgets to blink. He keeps forgetting to mortal and I love it!
Ik it's probably just a one off thing and you're tired but your art gives me life and I just wanna see a whole multiverse for these funky dudes
Not to mention my scrunkly bois Sun and Moon look amazing in your style.
Visiting your page is always like a shot of dopamine I can't escape and I'm obsessed
But please remember to take care or yourself and rest when you can! You're awesome and you're trying so keep up the good work and remember to hydrate!<3 -💜
(referring to the white hat post)
how long did this take you to type out?? Thank you?? the fuck /pos
I'm happy my little brain vomits are doing you good mate, hope you continue to have a great timezone
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"Hey. Nathan." Wyatt greets from the doorway with a little wave, giving a small smile which briefly chases away the exhaustion still clinging to him. He's been pouring over reports and paperwork of his own ever since that night. Solving mysteries is in his blood as a Blackwell, part of the job as a detective and this inability to do anything other than stare at his computer or his theory board is getting on Wyatt's actual last fucking nerve. So, he made what was hopefully a wise decision to walk away for a short while. Get some fresh air, pick up food, and go bother see one of his friends.
"Got an hour for lunch? Because I can totally just leave this here and get lost." He holds up the bag, full of delicious items from a local spot. Fuel for hardworking lawyers and a detective resisting the urge to sulk. Wyatt has had a problem with being too hard on himself for as long as he can remember. Pressure and stress in general are familiar weights on his shoulders, simultaneously inspiring him to continue doing his best while also whispering taunts much like ghosts whenever music wasn't keeping them at bay.
But eventually the barbs from Wyatt's inner chorus fade, giving way to joyful cheers. Despite the turbulent times in which they're now living and sorrow leaving his heart aching for fellow residents, he's more than happy to pause in favor of reaching out to a friend. Offering a chance to forget about life's stressors or to commiserate over them. Time is a precious resource, one which cannot afford to be wasted. And in Wyatt's eyes, sharing it in the form of hanging out or reconnecting is the furthest thing from a waste.
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tell me why the hell this piece of shit idiot movie thinks it can get away with killing everyone completely meaninglessly. i don’t mean the guy with the son who got his throat slit and i don’t mean arthur’s mothers i mean the entire. fucking. masses of people that just get slaughtered apparently endlessly. at this point who’s even left for him to fight for i mean seriously you’ve killed all his friends except the fiveish we know by name. you’ve killed all the women he was willing to die to protect. you’ve killed so many faceless townspeople and members of “the rebellion” whatever the hell you want that to mean. and none of it means anything, none of it fucking matters other than to show how Powerful and Evil the king is. now i thought this movie was supposed to be about charlie hunnam and a stupid ass magic sword. he has had ONE scene where he uses that sword to kill bad guys. we are well past the halfway point of this movie. i’m not even mad anymore i am just so deeply thoroughly disappointed that so many doubtless talented and hardworking people spent their precious time on earth being a part of the production of this miserable excuse for a film. you want me to believe king arthur is disaffected by the deaths of hundreds of people in his name and only cares about the three you named. you want me to believe he’s going to become the king and save everyone for. oh my god. for a girl. who by the way does not have a name just we’re clear. he’s storming the castle for a girl. and we can’t even kill the guy that murdered all his friends at the safehouse or whatever they’re calling that cave. we can’t even kill that guy. he’s not going to kill that guy. for what. because “any harm done to him will be returned tenfold to the mage and the little boy” or whatever? you are going to save those people. tonight. that is your plan. no one would even KNOW if you killed the messenger. fucking kill him i’m serious this is what’s bothering me. all of these people, his allies, his friends (not the ones we know by name of course) were SLAUGHTERED and the thing that i’m meant to believe he cares about is saving the girl. who by the way is magic. and i would assume very capable of saving herself not that a misogynist like guy ritchie would think of that. anyway. i’m annoyed. i feel sorry for everyone that worked on this movie it must be so absolutely soul crushing to work so hard to make a career in this industry and get a job on what’s supposed to be a big fun blockbuster type movie and spend months of your life working for this studio on this movie only for it to be so miserably callously disgracefully awful
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