#i wanted to only respond to this ask when i had the biggest most brain blastingest thorough intrIGUING headcanons but
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for the question thing!!! do you have any silly hcs about the clan boys (+ the familiars/eito)? can be as wild as u want
sorry in advance if i don't have any HCs for ur beloveds bc i can only offer what my brain chooses to fixate on.... but let's see........
i like to imagine clan members enjoying fun little hobby hours
i pretend they're not busy adults with their own obligations and schedules.... so they just get together like a bunch of retirees and partake in shared hobbies whenever they want 🤗
e.g.,
book club: oli, blade, yaku, garu
horny book club: eiden, morv, blade, edmond if he works up the courage to discuss his fave BDSM PwP short novel with the 3 most shameless creatures ever ... honestly oli could join as well but i'm gonna excuse him from ONE book club so he can get some sleep. maybe he'll alternate days between the two 😆
sewing and knitting together like a couple of serene grandmas: yakuoli. eiden joins sometimes (all serenity is lost when he does)
TARGET PRACTICE! NEW ACTIVITIES!!! DARTS!! ! PIN THE TAIL ON THE EDMOND! sorry idk this is just my way of saying that after the cowboy event, i want to imagine edmond/dante/garu all playing target striking games and it becomes a contest of how split one dart can be down the middle (you can't all be perfect aimers ok aster can't keep buying new darts can u PLEASE throw them anywhere but dead centre).
i know blade could join as well but would it take the competition aspect out of it? he's kind of calibrated to never miss right?? it's not a game anymore. it's just superior blade and pissed off dante and garu cheering (he's just happy to be there) and edmond trying to be civil about letting everyone participate
they are out in the garden. touching grass: yaku is gardening. blade is collecting bugs. garu is digging holes. kuya is bewitching plants at random to spew sex pollen into someone's face (i feel like this is his superpower in SEVERAL fics and i am not complaining). quincy is trying to nap
.but .
he chose the worst place to do it. in the middle of nature's playground (aster's garden)?
garu's kicking up dust into his face. blade is shoving random insects into his face and asking identification questions. yaku screams when he inevitably falls to the kuya traps. kuya can't resist watching the little ones (yakugaru) play with dirt. WHY would you choose to sleep here.
(Topper is nibbling all the edible plants in the garden while skillfully avoiding all the porn plot traps with his superior Toppinstincts)
now for 3 ! single character HCs.......
kuya: wanders the marketplace, and often sees those anti-aging creams with LOFTY claims to their power... he always mocks them and insults the intelligence of all the vain people clamouring to buy the stock.
later that day you will see kuya at home, trying those very same creams (procured illegally, of course, because why pay for anything ever) and pretending like he's zero percent interested in the results
rei: in the same situation will just as quickly mock the creams but unlike kuya he'll mean it and will NOT be caught applying the gloop all over his face later. "lmao it's just sunscreen who even believes this shit"
yakumo: i like to give him sneczema sometimes. i know it's implied that everyone in gay gacha has perfect skin forever *waves hand dismissively* BUT
imagine that he loves working with his hands but the sneczema can flare up if he's too rough on em, so he compromises by wearing his gloves. protect that vulnerable skin, yaku!! [insert pun about scaly skin]
His SR clothing material seems soft.
Aesthetic reason: slippery smooth like the idea of snek.
Practical reason: coarse textures can aggravate skin 😔 only the silkiest coverings for a scaly boy...
i mean. yaku prefers the wet cave environment so we gotta keep an eye on his humidity. too dry and he'l'l turn into a wafer (like in Solaria that One Time)
is this just an excuse for me to mist him with a spray bottle ? at random times because it just seems like fun? perhaps. spritzspritz
#i wanted to only respond to this ask when i had the biggest most brain blastingest thorough intrIGUING headcanons but#i. i don't think we're gonna reach that point.#whatever's floating in my brain is as good as we're gonna get haha#and you've waited long enough... probably? i've lost track of days#can't...t hink... of a specific theme of headcanon.... encompassing every clan member..... *furrows brow in concentration*#sighs. you know how you could have a bunch of ideas but they're all swimming around rapidspeed and you can't actually collect them#until someone prompts you with a VERY SPECIFIC casting line and oh! suddenly! access to thoughts unlocked!!!!#if u just ask me what i think about generally it's. fluff. fluff and food. brain simple#but if u ever wanna try and target my cortex with a specific prompt#throw it at me 😁😁#asks
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Sweet, sweet Aspen. You have been a very bad girl. This soft!dark guy, your boss, caught you doing something wrong—something that could easily get you fired—but he decided maybe, jussst maybe, he should keep your indiscretion, and your resulting punishment, between the two of you. After all, he’s been dreaming about filling you with his cock for ages 😏
(I picked this GIF because it looks like he’s saying, “On your knees.” lolll)
well, dearly beloved sister ho, you know we were thirsting over a particularly ... inspiring gif.
I don't think you anticipated your ask to spawn THIS, but... here we are! THANKS FOR POPPING MY ANDY CHERRY!
Fandom: Chris Evans Characters
Title: I'm Your Man
Characters/Pairings: soft dark!Mafia!Andy Barber x female!reader
Word Count: 3k
Summary: You've spent weeks working to pull off the perfect night for Andy Barber's big charity event. A rush job, but you worked meticulously and diligently over six weeks to coordinate the biggest event of your career to date. You weren't the only one with a plan for the night.
Content Warnings: extortion, explicit smut, DUBIOUS CONSENT, spitting, oral - male receiving, spanking, vaginal intercourse, breeding kink, unprotected sex
Logistical Notes: A NAUGHTY submission @the-slumberparty's Naughty or Nice challenge. Prompts incorporated are in bold.
Additional Notes: I didn't want to write a summary. There's only enough plot here to smut you up. Dividers by @rookthornesartistry and @firefly-graphics.
You sit up straight when you hear the door to Andy’s home office open behind you.
“Thank you for waiting for me,” he says as he strides across the room and takes a seat in the leather executive desk chair.
“Yes, of course, Mr. Barber,” you reply. Every part of your body is tired – tired in a good way from the long day of work – so you were eager to get home, soak in your tiny tub, and crawl into bed for the rest of the weekend, but it hadn’t been an incredible inconvenience when he’d asked if he could speak with you before you left.
“Tonight was exquisite, you did well,” he doles out the praise, and you try to quell the blooming in your chest. In the six weeks working with Andy Barber to plan the charity event you’d just executed for his foundation you had seen that he wasn’t one to casually compliment, hard to impress. You had taken more and more satisfaction out of each meeting, email, or text exchange as you consulted and then presented him with options for the event when he had fewer and fewer notes, knowing you had cracked his taste and gained his approval. He’d been your toughest client to date, but by far one of the most rewarding as he had excellent taste.
“Nearly perfect,” he adds.
Your smile falters ever so slightly, and suddenly your chest floods with a chill. “Nearly perfect? I’m sorry, sir, what didn’t live up to your expectations?”
This was far from your first event, you had built an incredible portfolio over the years, and you knew you were finally ascending to be one of the best event coordinators on the eastern seaboard – you had received an email request from a goddamn Vanderbilt to plan a wedding for them in a year and a half that you were going to respond to and accept in the morning. You weren’t arrogant, but you’d worked damn hard and knew you were good.
“You.”
Your breath catches in your throat. “I – what?”
“Only one misstep tonight.”
Your brain flies back through the evening, reviewing every moment, raking through trying to determine what you could have possibly missed.
“I’m very particular about what belongs to me, and I cannot abide theft.”
Your jaw drops.
“Empty your bag.”
Now your whole body is buzzing with incredulity. You shake your head.
“I know what’s in there.”
You almost didn’t take this job when it landed in your lap. He was the reason you knew you should have said no. There were whispers about his reputation, his real businesses. But you took the initial consultation because the pitch was more money than you’d made over the last three years. Then when you’d met him, he’d been so normal, so nice, maybe a little charming, and up until this moment you had convinced yourself there was no way any of those rumors had been right.
But before you even put your hand in your bag, you knew you were wrong to have thought he wasn't all those awful things.
Not one, not two, but three Rolex watches nestled in the bottom of the main pocket. Watches you'd never seen - wouldn't even have known where to find them.
You scoop them out and drop them on his desk, eyes burning with tears. “Why?”
“Yes, why? I was already giving you a fat paycheck. What a shame when I had just given your name to the Vanderbilts’ social secretary for their son’s wedding a few days ago, I’ll have to reach out and let them know.”
“No,” you breathe.
“I’ll have to discreetly let everyone in my network know it’s better not to invite someone in their home with such light fingers.”
Your breath hitches and your hand flies to your mouth to stifle an almost sob, trying to hold back the onset of tears. “Andy, no, please.”
His smile softens. “There we are,” he coos, “you finally called me Andy like I’ve told you to so many times.”
He leans forward resting his arms on his desk.
“Now, if you go upstairs, be a good girl, put on what I left for you in my room, and wait for me, maybe I can make all of this little misunderstanding go away.”
His steel blue eyes are hard, they demand an answer.
You cock your chin up wishing you could say no, wishing you could even scowl at him, but aside from the heat and hurt in your eyes, you know you can’t do anything more without risking further ruin, so ultimately you let your chin drop and nod, resigned to the impossible power this man wields.
“Now we’re back on track for a perfect night, sweetheart. I’ll be up soon.”
You don’t know how long he makes you wait, using the promise of soon as another show of his power, but long enough that your knees hurt from sitting back on your heels in a submissive, kneeling position with your head lowered, hands folded in your lap, and back to the door as the card in the white box left for you had instructed.
Also in the box had been a set of exquisite black lace and silk balconette bra and cheeky underwear. That they fit you like a glove had been both humiliating and alluring.
Even though Andy was the reason you almost said no to the job, even though he was the humiliating reason you were in this position – extorted into a nearly naked state, no question of what was to come – he was also the reason you took the job.
Dread pooled in your stomach, but along with the dread and humiliation, there were rivulets of shameful desire.
You had taken the job for the money and for how quietly charming he had been. He had never outright flirted with you, but he always left you with the question of whether he was. You worked hard for him because it felt good to win his approval. He praised you and you had preened under his intense blue eyes every time. You had forced yourself to keep everything professional.
All for nothing since you were in the farthest position of professional now.
When you finally hear him enter the room, your sit up straight again.
He tsks and says, “Head down, sweetheart.”
Andy comes around to stand in front of you. You see his perfectly polished shoes, the perfectly tailored trousers. His hand moves to your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. He runs his thumb over your lips, circling them.
“Open your mouth,” he says.
You do.
He leans closer, then spits in your mouth, and you blink in surprise, a surge of humiliation running through you, but his grip on your jaw is powerful, so you don’t move away.
“Close your mouth but don’t swallow.”
He moves back from you then, and he begins to silently undress. He had already taken off his jacket, but he doesn’t hurry as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt, the buttons down his chest, and then shrugs it off his shoulders. He places it nicely on a plush armchair on the side of the room. Next he sits on the edge of the bed and removes his shoes and socks.
The way he doesn’t watch you but does all of this in your line of vision, knowing you have to watch, is another move meant to communicate who is in control of this situation. Still holding his saliva on your tongue is starting to become uncomfortable. Your instinct is to swallow, but you don’t know what disobedience may mean with Andy, so you fight the urge, not wanting to tempt any more of his darkness.
He stands and takes the shoes and socks to a large closet off to the side of the room, and when he returns, he stands directly in front of you again, takes your jaw in his hands again.
“Show me,” he says.
Your eyes watch his face you open your mouth, showing him the pool of saliva.
“Good fucking girl,” he murmurs. You hate the small bloom in your chest those words immediately invoke again. He spits into your mouth for a second time, then with a caress that is too tender he urges you to close your mouth. “Swallow.”
You do.
Andy unbuckles his belt, unbuttons the top of his fly, then unzips and pushes down the waist of his trousers with his briefs, and reveals his hard cock for you.
He’s big.
You had gotten yourself off to the thought of him a few of times late at night alone in your bed, most recently a few days ago, and you hated that you had since you were now here like this, forced on your knees in front of him.
Your core is pulsing with heat at the sight of him though – bigger than you had fantasized, and bigger than any man you’ve been with previously. You know he’ll fill you in a way that will ruin you for other men. You want and dread it.
“Take me in your mouth, sweetheart,” he commands.
Instead of forcing his cock into your mouth, this is more possessive, having you submit yourself to pleasing him of your own accord. You know every way he’s manipulating you.
“If I have to tell you one more time,” he trails off, leaving the end open for your imagination.
You plant one hand softly on his hip and wrap your other hand around his shaft, leaning forward to take him in your mouth. As you push forward, he groans. He won’t hold back when he’s pleased with you – he never has, he knows it affects you. His hands go to either side of your head. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”
You do as he says, sucking him, bobbing up and down his length, and for a while he lets you control the speed and the depth, but his hands let you know he can and will control this when he wants to. After the first couple of minutes, he makes this clear when you push back to take a breath and wipe the mix of your spit and his pre-cum dripping out of your mouth and his hands firmly prevent you from moving off him. Instead, he pushes you down slowly – more slowly than you had been pumping – and doesn’t stop until your nose hits his lower abdomen. You try to push against his hips, and he pushes his hips forward with you still anchored on his dick. Your eyes well up.
“So pretty,” he says, “imagined you like this, but you’re more gorgeous than I thought you would be.”
Something in your chest melts. You wish he wouldn’t say things like that. It makes you weaker – weaker for him. He pulls back just an inch or two, then pushes his length into your throat again.
“That’s it, sweetheart, my perfect fucking girl.”
You whimper, and the tears spill over.
His right hand moves away from your face and around behind him. He’s quick, and when you can see his hand again, it’s to discover he’s taken his phone out of his back pocket. He takes photos of you, angling the phone a few different ways. Then he tosses the phone onto the chair where he’d laid his shirt.
Then he resumes his small, concentrated rutting, only easing out just enough to make the thrust back in worth it for him. As he does, he groans, swears, wipes tears from your cheeks, and the moment before it’s too much, he finally pulls you off him.
You fall forward, gasping for deep lungfuls of air, but he’s already putting a hand under your arm and hauling you up.
“Get on the bed,” he instructs, man handling you with surprising ease, doing most of the work your weak and aching legs can’t do to hoist you up onto his Alaskan king bed.
He’s immediately up as well and behind you, the last of his clothing stripped off. His fingers quickly undo the clasp of your bra and pull it off your shoulders and toss it away. He pushes you forward, toppling you down to the mattress. He slaps your ass, and you gasp and jerk. He brings his hand down on your round flesh again, with another sting, but the second one has you moan, and he lets out a satisfied, “Yes,” before giving you a third slap, the hardest, and you moan again, but this one more guttural, and you’d be mortified if you weren’t shocked over the way it translated to pleasure so quickly to your brain.
Then he yanks the lacy underwear roughly down and off your legs, tossing it away as well. He pushes between your legs behind you, splitting your legs open, and his fingers seek your cunt.
He hums in approval, “So wet for me. Ready for me.”
You huff and pant.
He leans over your back, pressing you down into the mattress. “Are you eager for me?”
“Andy,” you whine.
“Say it and I’ll fuck you good, sweetheart.”
You don’t want to. You bury your face in the covers.
He slaps your ass again, and you yelp.
“Admit you want me to fuck you.”
Another slap.
Another.
“Yes,” you finally concede.
“To breed you.”
You gasp, but he’s already hauling you further up the bed, and he drapes himself over your back, arms caging you in on either side of your body. His legs push yours apart as he leans down to press kisses over your shoulder blades, at the base of your neck, along your spine. He uses one hand to guide the thick head of his cock to your leaking entrance. He doesn’t care to stretch you. “Take me in your cunt, sweetheart, it’s mine.”
The only mercy is that he slots himself in slowly.
You press your hands up against the headboard and concentrate on taking deep breaths, on trying to relax your walls completely, because he’s entering you, in you, filling you, unrelenting invasion and it’s pleasure and pain and too much and not enough because every moment of more fullness is exquisite and you can’t even think about holding back the sound he’s pushing out from your diaphragm, up your throat, and out of your mouth, because that’s how it feels as he's filling you.
Once’s he’s fully inside of you, he presses his mouth right next to your ear. “I’m going to fill this pussy with my seed.” He anchors one hand on your hips, then begins pull out, only so he can start thrusting back in. “I want everyone to know who you belong to.”
You’ve never had an orgasm only from vaginal penetration, but the way he fills you as he fucks you, and at this angle, making you almost forget to keep breathing, you wonder if this is how you’ll go, strung out as his cock punishes you with the pleasure, but then his hand works around beneath you and his fingers quickly find your swollen and aching clit. You cry out, and one of your hands reaches back to cling to him, fingers clutching into his hair. He nips at your neck, chuckling darkly.
“My pretty girl, my good girl, taking my cock so well, you close?”
An immediate, “Uh huh,” is all you can manage.
“Then let go,” he commands, pinching your clit harshly.
You see stars, and you cry out for him.
Hearing you scream his name and feeling you clench around him is all he needs, and he pumps his cum into you, saying more dirty, filthy, possessive things, but you don’t know what the words are, because you’re completely lost to coherency.
He sinks his full weight on top of you when he’s completely spent.
Both of you are silent while you come down, heartrates returning to normal.
You wait for him to say whatever he’s going to torment you with next, but he doesn’t speak.
After more long moments, he finally pushes up enough to turn you from your front to your back. He cups your jaw again and strokes his thumb over your cheek. Your breath hitches at the intimate gesture in the aftermath.
“Aw, why are you crying now, sweetheart?”
No, you didn’t want more tears, and not these - the soft tears. You try to look away, but he forces your face back to look at him.
“I would have slept with you if you’d asked, Andy, why did you have to do it like this?”
“Because this is so much more than that, sweetheart. I didn’t want to just sleep with you, and I needed you to know from here on out that you’re mine. I own you. I’m very particular about what belongs to me. I didn’t want you to have any illusion that there’s a choice here.”
He brushes the tears off your cheek.
“I’ll have my men move your things here in the morning, and we’ll elope in a few weeks. I’m closing the deal on a resort in Lake Como, doesn’t that sound perfect? We’ll tie the knot and then spend our honeymoon there – we can stay all summer if you want.”
You hesitate.
“No one else is gonna take care of you like I do. Now I asked you, ‘doesn’t that sound perfect?’”
“Yes, Andy,” you whisper.
“Of course, it does.” He finally kisses you – and it’s dangerously soft. Warm lips engulfing yours, insistent, sucking your bottom lip between his. You whimper, and he licks his tongue into your mouth, lapping you up. He rolls over with you, putting him back on the mattress with you on his chest. He holds you pressed to him with one hand, the other hand securing your head so you can’t escape his kiss until he’s done kissing you.
It isn’t until you think you might pass out from how breathless you are that he finally breaks off the kiss. He shifts his pelvis up against you, his cock hardening again. “And I was serious about you carrying my child. But first you’ll ride my face until I’ve made you cry for a good reason, and then I’ll fill you up with more of my seed. You’re not leaving this bed the rest of the weekend.”
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adieu, mon dieu!
“forgive me, father, for i have committed the biggest sin of all!”
pairing: afab!reader x re4r!leon
warnings: smut, virginity loss, blasphemy, dub-con, inexperienced/pure reader, religious reader, manipulation, cum eating, creampie, pussy slapping, pet names, breeding kink, slight choking, crying during sex, age gap mention (reader is 19 while leon is 27), fingering, porn with plot (?), bit of ooc leon
note: first time writing hence why it’s so long :3 also wrote this based on leon saying “i’ll give you a holy body” in re4r bc nobody freaks out over it like i do
“holy mary, mother of god, pray for us sinners.” the prayer is muscle memory. a smile adorns your face as you walk out of sunday mass with your family. oh how you cherish the time spent in god’s temple. you would not have it any other way. this small, quiet town in washington homes jesus freaks like yourself. where every summer, all children through teens spend their time at church camp. cross necklaces or rosaries are worn around the necks of bypassers and neighbors. you feel as though you are blessed with such a life.
so when leon appears in your life, you think you’re the most blessed girl alive. as the two of you go steady, he starts attending church with you and listens to the word of the lord with you in his black jeep. he listens to your prayers and readings of the bible. leon couldn’t be anymore perfect. “our heavenly father has blessed me with a man who loves me.” pink hues flush your cheeks as you smile giddishly during confession. “do not let temptation fool you.” the priest on the other side taunts, almost as if it’s a warning.
the people of the church disagree with the relationship you have with leon, the eight year gap between you two. more so, they dislike leon. they tell you he is not a man of the lord, he is a walking sin. they share their stories of glancing at him during mass and how he’s appearing to hold back laughter, how he doesn’t actually consume the blood and body of christ, how his eyes are filled with something evil. you choose to not believe them as they don’t know leon as you do. “he is nothing like that, sister olivia.” you defend during sunday lunch, biting your tongue. “you have found the devil in a lover.” sister olivia spews with disgust.
her words are a distraction during your date, echoing and bleeding into the grooves of your brain. “sweetheart?” leon calls as he catches your zoned out state. your eyes connect with his, you break yourself out of thought. “i’m sorry, i was just lost in thought.” you apologize, gleaming with a shy smile. the warmth of leon’s hand engulfs yours across the table, the cold silver of your ring turning hot. “i was asking if you would want to go back to my place after this?” leon repeats what you had muffled seconds ago.
“i’ll have to ask my dad first.” you embarrassingly respond as pinks heat your cheeks. there’s limited privacy with leon, daytime stays at his home with an hour max limit and once every two weeks only. your father implemented this as a way to keep a better piece of mind. “c’mon sweetheart, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” leon persuades with sugar on his tongue. the veil of orange from the candles illuminating the table is covering his face, you might just burst from the ethereal beauty he holds. he’s saying something color-coded yet it’s muffled as the tidal wave of his eyes are drowning you. “okay.” you mindlessly respond, leon faintly smirks.
the little skirt you wear is almost halfway off while you and leon makeout on his couch, something you shamelessly leave out during confessions. you keep your hands on his broad shoulders while he dangerously lingers his hands at your hips and thighs. you think you’re seeping through your panties as you feel a wet patch forming, making you feel bothered. “i feel weird.” you pant between a kiss, lungs aflame from the little oxygen you grant yourself. leon pulls away with furrowing eyebrows, “did i do something wrong?”
yet you’re struggling to understand what IS wrong. why do you feel so…wet down there? maybe you started your period but you realize it ended a week ago. leon’s eyes are burning into your skin, the gaze causing you to feel mortified. how can you tell him this? what if he thinks you’re weird? his girlfriend is wetting herself like a damn fool for no reason. “what is it?” that soft tone of his makes you feel even worse. embarrassment is starting to creep itself into the flesh of your body.
“i feel wet.” you say it so clearly and slowly as if you’re dumbing it down for yourself. you don’t know why you feel like this and you don’t know why it’s happening. leon smiles at the frustration you show, clearly not thinking of your situation weirdly. “that’s a good thing, doll.” he coos while holding your hands. head tilting and ditzy eyes searching for an answer, you are clueless by how this is a good thing. “what do you mean, leon?” “you’re turned on, that’s what i mean.” the blood pumping into your heart turns cold at the realization of what you have let yourself done. one of the deadliest sins of all: lust
how can you let yourself get carried away and almost give into something sacred? something you promised to your heavenly father that you will wait till marriage to do? you clutch the rosary wrapped around your neck, “please forgive me. i’m sorry, leon.” you think leon must be feeling the same way too, realizing you both almost gave into sin. oh how awful he must feel, to almost have betrayed the lord and gave into temptation. leon searches your face in hopes to find something you’re not sure of. “why are you apologizing?” he questions, hands no longer embracing your own.
“for getting you caught up in almost sinning.” “it’s not a bad thing to be turned on.” his voice is laced with something unfamiliar, a tone you’re not even aware of. “but it can lead to having sex and we’re not-” “there’s nothing bad about having sex either.” leon interrupts with annoyance. you can’t fathom how he thinks premature sex is not bad, he’s read the bible with you countless times. the purity ring wrapped around your finger symbolizes the commitment you vowed to and he’s reminded every time he holds your hand. “we can’t have sex, leon. you know that.”
“do you not love me?” leon is frowning at you, taking you aback with his words. “i love you, leon. of course i do.” you profusely confess as you get closer to him. the weight of your chest growing heavy while he shakes his head. “you’re supposed to have sex with the one you love right? then why don’t you? if you love me enough, then it’s not sin.” leon preaches with eyes glimmering with something indescribable. “we won’t have sex, we’ll be making love. that’s different. the lord doesn’t view it as sin.”
different strokes of blue are piercing into your soul, almost like his eyes are trapping you. your mind is foggy as you try to think of something to say. “i don’t think...” you trail off with unsure certainty, but what you want to actually say becomes lost in thought as leon’s cherry-bruised lips pull apart in a smile. you think he’s right, it’s something you probably skimmed over. cold hands caress your bare thighs, leon’s lips kiss the skin below your jaw. “you know i’m right, doll.” he mutters while his teeth lightly nip your skin, you grow hot. “i would never lie to such a pretty angel.”
“i’ll make you feel so good.” leon promises with his hands scrunching up your skirt. the sudden action causing your heart to burst within itself. your dry mouth defeats the words wanting to escape, to tell him to not touch there. you’re also battling the urge to let yourself do so as his hands grasp your inner thigh, sending a rush throughout your body. doe eyes noticing the way leon is looking at you as if you’re a sheep, tethered in his sharp teeth, bracing to become a meal.
two fingers rub you over your panties, the new feeling quickly has you inhale sharply. butterflies flutter around in your abdomen. leon hums as his fingers gather your essence that is leaking through the fabric. “there you are, pretty.” leon lays you further down on the couch. his lips kiss you again roughly and you grip at his bicep as his hands quickly discard your skirt. leon impatiently pulls away from your lips to look at the newly found view, lilac panties adorned with a baby blue ribbon. leon’s favorite color.
the wetness from earlier feels as if it’s completely soaking the fabric. you feel utterly exposed like this, so vulnerable in front of leon. “you’re so fucking sexy.” he sighs out once he finally removes the one thing keeping him away from your forbidden fruit. “please leon.” you’re unsure if you’re begging or pleading. the temperature of your body is uncomfortably hot and you’re sure it’s because your soul is already spiraling down to hell. you want to stop leon from inserting his finger into your sopping cunt, but of course you don’t.
“have you ever touched yourself, doll?” leon asks, while fingering you agonizingly slow. you crave for more, not exactly sure of what. you need more of him. you’re heaving at this point, staring into leon’s eyes as he watches you unfold before him, a flower blooming almost too late. “i’m not supposed to.” you choke out the answer while he begins to messily rub your clit. the smirk resting on leon’s lips is haunting you, why does he always look so desirable with that stupid smirk?
“says who? your god?” leon pushes a second finger into your sopping hole, an uncomfortable stretch soon followed by an indescribable pleasure. the erotic sounds of your cunt being touched for the first time reach your hot pink ears. leon curls his fingers against your spongey walls causing you to squirm. the imaginary coil in your lower stomach feels like it’s on the brink of snapping.
“yes.” you moan while he lightly slaps your cunt. “what kind of god deprives his children of a pleasure such as this? don’t you feel good, angel? i know your pussy sure does.” leon smiles at your reaction for his choice of words, you forget how blunt he tends to be. “d-don’t say that.” “your god can’t be all that great if he won’t even let me feel how your pussy squeezes around my fingers.” the blasphemy hits you like a gunshot only temporarily, the pleasure you’re receiving rids it right away.
you’re shaking your head but you don’t know if it’s from the frustration of leon speaking against the lord or if you’re about to reach sweet relief. “leon.” you hiccup, the pleasure becoming too much and your mind is turning into mush. a tight grip on leon’s bicep has him chuckling, looking down at you so pathetically. “you look so fucking stupid. go ahead and cum for me, pretty.” he grants while your cunt is squeezing so tightly around his digits.
back arching off the couch along with the most pornographic moan to ever come out of your chest, the coil snaps. waves of ecstasy crashes within your body, releasing out of your sopping hole. your thighs are shaking to snap close but leon doesn’t let it happen as he gathers your essence up with his fingers. “god, you’re just so fucking perfect.” leon grunts before sticking his own fingers in his mouth, the honey he has been craving falls onto his tongue. you feel yourself get dizzy at the sight.
leon reaches down to give you a messy kiss, tasting your cum on his tongue. “wanna fuck you.” he moans into your mouth, his jeans rub against your cunt and you’re sure your cum smeared onto the denim. you want to stop right here, you want to run straight to church and plead for your life in the confessional booth. however, when leon pulls away to strip off his pants and his fat, long cock hits his abdomen, you feel that indescribable want grow stronger.
your breathing becomes heavy as leon rubs the tip of his cock at your entrance. his cock looks too big for you, fearing he’ll split you open. the taste of bitter metallic hits your tongue and you realize you’re biting your bottom lip too hard. “i’m so lucky.” leon grunts, dragging his thumb across your bleeding lip. “get to be the first to fuck this virgin pussy.” he barely pushes the tip into your tight cunt when you start crying. the pain of slight tearing mixed with the eternal damnation you’re going to face is cutting at your skin. “please.” your vision is blurry through the tears when leon pushes his cock fully into you, you can hear him let out a deep groan.
the way leon’s cock feels inside of you makes you feel so full. the pain of being ripped open for the first time is soon subsided by a mind clouded with desire, yet you’re still crying. leon moves in and out slowly but roughly, hitting a spot within you just right. you moan wearily, salty tears trickling down into your agape mouth. when leon begins to thrust a bit more hard, you’re sobbing out loud moans. leon presses his hand against your throat, “so fucking loud.” he’s snapping his hips into you, his cock bruising the inside of your cunt so sweetly that you feel the coil about to snap again.
“need to shut that mouth of yours next time.” leon grunts, looking at you in a haze. he squeezes your throat as if to test the waters and you choke out a needy moan, your cunt almost suffocating his cock at the action. “such a nasty girl.” leon smirks while picking up the pace of the abuse on your cunt. baby pink nails are scratching at leon’s biceps. you slur out an apology, clearly not in the right headspace to realize that leon is toying with the rosary tangled in your neck. “oh my-” you cut yourself off when leon’s cock repeatedly hits against a spot so sweet, the coil in your stomach feels like it’s tightening.
“say it.” leon taunts. his hand reaches down to messily rub at your clit once more, your eyes flutter shut. you know what he wants and you don’t think you can push yourself further into damnation by saying the lord’s name in vain. “c’mon, doll. tell your god how my cock is making you feel.” leon tightly wraps his fingers around the dainty rosary, you’re pleading at him through your eyes, mouth too occupied by the moans you let out. “leon please.” you cry out, you’re not sure if you’re begging him to stop the blasphemy or to make you cum.
leon soon loses himself in your cunt, grasping at your hips to drill his cock deeper in you. the stars in your eyes are getting brighter, you’re almost there. dirty blonde hair cover leon’s eyes, relieving yourself of the gaze he had on you. “gonna fucking breed you.” leon laps at your neck, biting at your soft skin as if it’s the bread he eats at church. “you want that? want me to fill you up?” you moan out a incoherent yes, too fucked out to understand what he’s even saying. leon captures your lips in a heated kiss, tongues relentlessly clash against each other.
leon’s cock hits that sweet spot one final time before the coil within you finally snaps. “oh my god, leon!” you moan so loudly, throat becoming faintly sore. your body is shaking at the ecstasy that’s somehow stronger than before, nails clawing at leon’s back that you feel like you may draw blood. “there you go, angel.” leon’s words are drowned out by pure euphoria. you feel the warm essence escape out of your cunt but it’s soon mixed with another hot feeling, leon’s own cum. he desperately shoves his cock into you to rid himself of every last drop. you look down to where you two are connected, the lewd sight brings you back down to earth.
if anyone were to rip open your chest to view the way your heart is pounding, almost punching itself out, they’d think you murdered a man. the burden of betrayal is sitting heavy on your shoulders, all the prayers in the world couldn’t save you now. when you look at leon, who is taking in the sight of his cum dripping out of your cunt, the thought begins to become a crimson haze. a string of pearl beads clutched in leon’s fist catches your eye, you look up at him. a blue hue meet yours, the once bright shade now dark. leon lets out a daunting chuckle, “won’t be needing that anymore.”
sprawled out on his palm is a broken chain along with a few pearls and a tiny cross. leon ripped off your rosary.
#leon kennedy#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#resident evil 4 smut#leon kennedy imagine#leon kennedy x fem reader#idk how to tag this
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Don’t Leave Me
Javier Peña x f!reader
Summary: After an extremely traumatic experience during the Escobar case, reader debates between staying in Colombia with Javier or leaving him for good.
Warnings: smut (18+) mvrd3r, depression, angst, read at your own risk, minors DNI
A/N: Had to repost because original only posted half 😫 to be fair I was at target lmao
Life as the significant other of a DEA agent was no joke, especially for Javier Peña. You had heard the horror stories on the news, and you knew there was much more gruesome details Javier wasn’t telling you about. He sheltered you to the best of his abilities for your sake and for the sake of his own sanity. He liked coming home to some sort of normalcy, but he loved how even after the most life threatening days all it took was holding you in his arms and kissing your lips to make everything all right again. You were his sanctuary, his home.
However, after a year into your relationship with Javi, you finally got a small taste of what Pablo Escobar and the Colombian cartels were capable of.
Javier didn’t give you too many details, but he warned you that it might be safer for you to go back to America and stay with your family until the heat cooled down. Pablo had figured out Javier and Steve Murphy were hot on his tracks and the last thing Javi wanted was for you to get hurt. Nevertheless, you fought against the idea of leaving him—even if it was just temporary—until Javi finally gave in. “You got yourself a fighter, Javs.” Murphy would tell him.
“She doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into.” Javier would respond.
He was right. You had absolutely no fucking idea of what you were getting yourself into, until one morning you woke up to the nonstop ringing of the doorbell to your and Javi’s shared apartment. You should’ve known something was up when you looked through the peephole and saw that nobody was there, but curiosity got the best of you.
When you opened the door, there was a package on the floor with no labels on it. You wanted to ignore it, and if Javier didn’t have to leave early for work that morning he would’ve gotten rid of it himself. You had a gut feeling not to open it, but your body reacted faster than your brain and before you knew it the package was sitting on the coffee table in front of you. The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. Quiet enough that if the package was a bomb, you would hear it. No such sound was made. The Devil and Angel on your shoulders raged against each other on the idea of opening it until you finally started cutting the tape off.
The scream that left your lungs at the sight haunted the entire apartment complex for months. Inside the box were the lifeless head and hands of a woman with features similar to yours. The hands cradled each side of the head while wrapped securely in saran wrap to prevent the blood from dripping. It was pretty clear that this was a message for Javi and for you. They know who you are. They’re watching you.
Javier knew right then and there that you were no longer safe from the reality of this cruel world. His home had been tainted. His sanctuary had burned to the ground. This was all his fault. He shouldn’t have asked you out the night Steve’s wife Connie introduced you. He shouldn’t have called you back for a second and third date. He shouldn’t have made love to you. He shouldn’t have fallen in love with you, but he did.
He fell hard for you, and the worst part is you fell just as hard for him too, even when there were so many signs from his job alone telling you to leave him. This package was the biggest sign of them all.
As much as he loved you, Javier wouldn’t have blamed you one bit if you decided to break up with him. He expected it to happen sooner or later, but despite everything you still chose to stay. “Javier, I love you. We’re in this together no matter what.”
“I promise, cariño, I’m done when this is over. I love you. I want you to marry me. I want you to be the mother of my children. I want to start a new life with you.”
“I want that too, Javi, so much.”
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Life only seemed to get harder ever since the package delivery scene. As if it wasn’t enough to try and protect himself and Steve on a daily basis, now you were added to the mix. Even though he knew during the day you were safe with Connie at work, on the inside he still worried himself to death over you. He needed to know where you were at every hour of the day and to know you were safe. Steve tried to convince Javi to think of you as one of the former informants he used to sleep with and toss to the back burner while on the job, but Javi couldn’t if he tried. He didn’t love them. He loves you.
That’s the problem; you love Javier. You don’t want to be without him. You and Javier belong together. So why are you still fighting the thought of leaving him? Why are you still looking for any excuse to pack your things and walk away from Colombia and from Javi forever? Why can’t you do it when he flat out tells you “if you want to leave then leave”?
Ever since the delivery, you felt your love for Javier and your sanity struggling to balance on a sewing thread. You couldn’t get the image of the lifeless body parts out of your head. The face of the poor woman haunted you in your sleep. It was as if you were watching like a fly on the wall as her life was being taken away just for a few of her remains to be on your doorstep. And for what? Why did it have to take harming an innocent woman to scare you?
Javier could feel you slipping away from him. Every time he tried to pull you back down to earth, it only ended in an argument. He didn’t like going to bed with your back facing him. He didn’t like ending every fight with giving you the opportunity to leave him for good. He didn’t like going to bed angry and waking up to you not talking to him. He didn’t like hearing you silently sob yourself back to sleep after your reoccurring nightmares, but he had no choice. You weren’t the same anymore. He hated his job for fucking up his own sanity, but he hated it even more for destroying the one good thing he was given in his life; you.
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After a month of trying to overcome everything by yourself, you finally decided to seek professional help from one of the therapists the DEA provided. Connie recommended for you to see her therapist, Trinidad, after Javier came to Connie desperate for some advice.
Trinidad understood the confidentiality of the ongoing investigation, so she didn’t press you for details. You explained to her about your nightmares and your relationship with Javi. In the end she was only there to let you talk her ear off and prescribe you with anxiety and anti-depressant medication. If it wasn’t for the obvious reasons, you could’ve just called your mom or best friend and did all this from home for free.
By the time Javi came home from work that night, you were already in bed with your back facing his side. You weren’t asleep—God knows you haven’t had a decent sleep in a month—instead you just stared blankly at the wall in front of you. Feeling Javi’s body weight taking his place on his side of the bed, you waited anxiously for the sound of his faint snore to signal it was time for you to yet again sob yourself to sleep.
However, you felt the weight change and suddenly his body was pressed against your back. One of his hands caressed your hip as he began trailing gentle kisses from your shoulder, to your neck, all the way to the shell of your ear.
“Cariño, come back to me, por favor.” He whispered.
Oh how your body ached for his touch. It feels like forever since he last called you ‘cariño’. You didn’t realize how much you missed him. Even though your body was telling him different, your words were trying to push him away.
“Javi, please, don’t.” You groaned as your head fell backwards and your fingers entangled in his hair.
“Please mi vida. We haven’t made love in so long. I miss you.” His hand ran slowly under your sleepwear, at the same time pushing you gently backwards until your body was fully pressed against him.
You gasped at the feel of his bare body spooning you. The arm that was holding him up snaked under your neck and secured your upper body in place as his other hand slowly massaged your soaking wet clit. A desperate moan escaped your lips and you began grinding yourself on his hand.
“Fuck. I missed you so much, baby.” He groaned against your ear.
“I missed you too, Javi. So. Much.” Your legs began spreading wider until your top leg overlapped his own.
His hand fully engulfed your pussy and his fingers slowly worked their way inside you, massaging your walls as you tightened around him. The sound of your moans making him harder than a rock and you could feel how desperate he was to be inside you by how hard he was dry humping you from the back.
You turned your head to face him with your hand still gripping his hair and your hips grinding harder into his hand. “Kiss me.” You moaned.
He didn’t hold back. Javier kissed you so deeply that it took your breath away. Almost as if you were experiencing it for the first time. In fact, this felt almost similar to when he did make love to you for the first time. He made you feel safe. He made you feel beautiful. He worshipped your body like an absolute goddess, kissing every scar and every beauty mark he could find and devouring you like you were his only meal.
The only restraint you had on him were the clothes you had on and you knew he was getting desperate to tear them off, but he also wanted to take his time with you. He wanted to make you feel good. To release the fear and tension that held you captive from him for the past month. He was desperate just to have you back.
His hand gradually picked up the pace and you whined in pure bliss in his mouth. “Javi… baby… I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum for me, baby. Cum for me.” Javier whispers in between kisses.
Your lips connected once more in a deep breathtaking kiss as you came hard on his hand. Beads of sweat now starting to form on your bodies.
You rode out your high on his hand and continued to kiss him at the same time, cherishing every moment. “I love you.” You moaned in between kisses.
“I love you too. More than anything.” His hand slipped out of your pants and you both adjusted yourselves to where he was now on top of you in a missionary position. “Querida, I don’t want to be without you, but I don’t want you to live in fear with me either. You’re so pure to me, so fragile. I’ll protect you no matter what. Just please, please don’t leave me like that again.”
Tears fell down your face as you stared up at him. Your heart swelled and broke in your chest at the same time. You didn’t realize it until now, but you scared him. The entire month you shut yourself away from him scared him more than any dangerous curveball his job threw at him. He could be sitting face to face with Escobar himself and that didn’t scare him as much as the thought of knowing his last memory of you would be you scared, tired, sad and angry with him. No last kiss, no last ‘see you later my love’, no last lunch time call, no nothing. And at that moment, you hated yourself for being so selfish the past month. “I’m so sorry, Javi. I didn’t realize—“
He shushed you and gently wiped away your tears. “No llores, mi vida. You have nothing to be sorry about. Just promise me you’ll try to talk to me next time. That’s all I ask.”
You immediately nodded and peppered his lips with kisses. “I will. I’m so sorry baby. I love you so much.” You said in between.
“I love you too.” He returned each kiss and embraced your body closer to him.
Your hands gripped at his bare back as your legs wrapped around his waist. “Make love to me, Javi.” You whispered.
Without hesitation he pulled you up high enough to remove your top, exposing your breasts and you helped him remove your shorts and panties until you were just as bare as he was.
Still sitting upright on his knees, he hugged you body close to him as you adjusted yourself on his lap until his tip was pushing inside you. For a brief moment, you and Javi stared lovingly into each others eyes, saying everything you couldn’t spit out into words right now and kissed each other passionately.
Gasping as you sunk down on him, you had to take a moment to adjust to his size. A month felt like an eternity without him inside you. He groaned as your walls clenched around him and he gently pushed himself further inside you, guiding your hips with his hands as he felt you slowly grind down on him and your body relaxing.
“There you go, baby. Relax for me.” He smiled in the kiss.
You broke the kiss to throw your head back from the pleasure, but one of his hands caught the back of your head and guided you back down to him. “No baby, keep your eyes on me.” He begged and you nodded.
Javi wanted to cherish every moment when he would make love to you. He loved the way your body moved perfectly with his, how the sweat covered you from head to toe, the way your eyes desperately tried to stay open to look at him even when he was balls deep inside you. But what he loved most of all was the sounds you made. The praises that spilled from your beautiful lips, letting him know exactly how good he was making you feel. He loved hearing you moan, especially his name. He didn’t care if anyone else in the complex heard them or not, but if they did then he wanted them to know it was him and only him that could make you feel this good. Just as you wanted everyone to know you belong to Javier Peña and Javier Peña belongs to you.
He pushed you backwards until you were back in the missionary position and kissed you once more. His arms hooked your legs over them and he spread you open wider. Biting at your jawline and chin. His thrusts slammed into you harder and deeper, making you and him moan each other’s names louder. Your nails clawed at his back and he hissed.
It must have occurred to both of you subconsciously that he wasn’t wearing protection and you haven’t taken your birth control pills in the past week, but that didn’t slow either of you down.
“I want you to have my babies.” He groaned against your lips and continued thrusting deep into you.
“Then give them to me, Javi.” You moaned.
Javier lost all self restraint at that moment. He gripped tighter at your legs as his thrusts became faster and deeper, making you cry out for him even louder.
“Ahh, Javi… oh god! So! Fucking! Good!”
“You’re so fucking perfect cariño. All mine.”
You could feel that both of you are so close. His thrusts became sloppy and desperate as you fell apart underneath him.
“Are you ready, my love?” He kissed you once more and tried to keep eye contact with you.
“Give me your babies, Javi.”
And just like that, you both came undone hard at the same time and quivered in each others embrace.
Javi stayed on top of you and kept himself buried deep inside you as if he was afraid of spilling out. You smiled up at him and kissed him passionately once more.
“There’s that beautiful smile I missed so much.”
You giggled. “I’m never leaving you again.”
#javier peña#javier peña narcos#javier peña x reader#javier peña smut#javier peña x y/n#javier peña fanfiction#javier peña imagine#narcos fanfiction#narcos imagine#pedro pascal x reader
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Random Campbell Bain Headcanons
(chapter 7 is currently a 5k word inconsistent mess but i can give you this so, ehhh? not sure if these make any sense but in my brain they make perfect sense)
-this mf LOVES halloween
-he will spend will weeks thinking up a bunch of overly complicated costumes
-he spends WAY too much money on halloween decorations (i want you to picture Campbell Bain with adult money….)
-he has gotten tangled in those cotton spiderweb things a million times
-he always gets really enthusiastic about carving pumpkins but doesn’t have the patience to do the super complicated designs. always manages to cut off bits he didn’t mean to cut off.
-has a tradition of smashing the pumpkins to bits in the first week of november. (he likes this part more than the carving)
-will literally beg to get his nails painted and then will IMMEDIATELY smudge them, everytime, without fail
-settles for coloring in his nails with sharpie
-scarily good at mario kart, like frighteningly good
-likes to watch the muppets when he has depressive episodes
-had an intense cowboy phase as a child, until he went to a petting zoo and discovered he’s deathly afraid of horses
-the type of person to go radio silent for weeks or spam you with 50 memes and 12 songs in a matter of an hour. (there is no in-between)
-will respond to an important text two days later with a link to song and nothing else
-has a MASSIVE sweet tooth
-and has absolutely ZERO self control with candy, will down an entire bag of marshmallows (he prefers the mini ones) in a single sitting.
-noticed that Eddie had started to sneakily take his candy so he started keeping secret stashes hidden in various places
-eddie will find a stash and throw it away, only to turn around and see Campbell munching on a king-sized snickers, just gloating
-is ace spec but constantly makes dirty jokes, partly for shock value partly because he finds it hilarious
-very touchy, doesn’t get the whole “personal space” thing
-insists that he loves scary movies and then will go to bed with all the lights on after
-finds a pair of shoes he likes and then wears them every single day until they fall apart, then refuses to throw them out
-his closet is full of converse held together by duct tape and a dream
-is the biggest baby about being sick. this mf will get a tummy ache and just start rolling on the ground whining about “this is the end, get my affairs in order, tell Eddie i love him”
-toes the line between being the dream/nightmare blunt rotation. he has the most entertaining monologues but he’s using the joint as a talking stick and accidentally ash’d in the water cups twice now
-not allowed to smoke anymore because it messed with his bipolar and he didn’t sleep for 4 days straight
-can’t cook for shit, regularly burns soup. is banned from using the oven after The Incident™️
-won’t explain to anyone what The Incident™️ is
-if you ask Eddie about it, he’ll just say “he knows what he did”
-rumor has it that it involved makeshift shrink-i-dinks
-visits Fergus’s grave at least once a month. sets up a blanket and just talks. tells him everything that happened since he came last. what the rest of the crew is up to
-always leaves some sort of bit or bauble for Fergus
-got very upset when they would go missing, until he realized the local crows were collecting them
-now he brings some food and an extra toy for the crows, they’re good friends now
-one of the crows always flies down and hangs out next to him, so Campbell is convinced it’s Fergus
okay that’s all i’ve got for now! (sorry had to make it just little sad at the end)
#campbell bain#campbell bain headcanons#taking over the asylum#this likely makes no sense#but who cares
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okay so i am very much still on the perv train,, like it's so bad for me. so, let's talk about perv!Shotaro. this is stemming from that ig post where he is showing off his abs and my eyes were literally bulging out of my head bc who gave him the right. anyways, back to the task at hand✋🏾 perv!Shotaro is actually scary good at hiding it. you didn't suspect a thing when you started dating. he was so sweet and always a gentleman. he always opened the door for you to get a clear view of your ass, let you walk upstairs before him to get panty shots under the way in too short a skirt he convinced you to wear, and always held you close to whisper dirty things in your ear.
i think that Shotaro's perviness is more on the side of a corruption kink. not in the way that he expects you to be pure and innocent, but his sole mission is to make you think about sex as much as he does. Shotaro loves to make the most innocent things sexual. you could be riding the bus together and he'd whisper to you "would you blow me in the back of the bus if i asked?" or maybe Shotaro's driving down a bumpy road and turns to you with a bright smile and say "your tits look so pretty bouncing like that." or maybe you're taking a stroll in the park late at night and he'd hug you from behind and say "we should fuck behind that tree and see how quiet you can be." you stumble over your words in an attempt to respond before he laughs at your shock exclaiming that he was kidding.
Perv!Shotaro is also good at hiding from his friends and yours. movie night with his friends means the two of you are attached at the hip which always leads to you in his lap. if his friends start to make sexual jokes, he'll gives them a gentle reminder that a lady is present. he only engages in the most tame PDA around them (little pecks, soft kisses on the cheek/forehead, hand holding, holding you on his lap, etc.). he's even more tame around your friends. Shotaro will limit affection to just cheek kisses and hand-holding. it was so jarring for your friends to see a guy so gentle and innocent-looking that they questioned you about if you two have even had sex yet. you gave them a shy "yes", but little did they know Shotaro had fucked you within an inch of your life right before he dropped you off to hang out with them.
(i used every ounce of brain power to write this. i just had to spread the good word of perv!Shotaro 🙇🏾♀️)
-🎀 (possibly the world's biggest perv!RIIZE truther?? 🤨)
u heard it here first u guys… 🎀 anon is the mayor of perv riize nation
thinking about shotaro who gets you so dependent on him after a while where you become more even more perverted than him, always wanting him to fuck you, palming him through his pants at a dinner with your friends and he just teases you for being so nasty and needing him in a public space. teases you when he’s playing video games and you sit on his lap, grinding yourself on his thigh and chasing your release while he’s not paying you any mind, then when his game is over he’s just like “needy girl couldn’t wait until i was done so i could help her, i guess you don’t need any help now” and you just start crying and begging him to fuck you and you’re touching him before he could even respond to you :3
but in public he’s the sweetest boyfriend ever and no one would ever know what goes on behind closed doors cuz the cutest ones are the biggest freaks… if only they knew!
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Be the poet and i will be your soldier
pairing: quackity x f!reader (lawyer!quackity x lawyer!reader)
warnings: lawyers!au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of quackity real name, this history don't pass in our reality, english is not my firts language.
synopse: you thought you hated Alex. And Alex thought he hated you. What none of you knew was that a particularly difficult case, and some unexpected events during the case, would leave you both living under the same roof and with some unknown feelings being revealed.
word count: 970
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1. a chilling start
You looked intently at the white roof from the guest room in Alexis' house. The ticking of the clock was the only sound that could divert your mind from the latest events in your life, which, at first, were going from bad to worse.
You couldn't tell your family and friends anything outside of work. You thought they would worry more than they should, but most of the time they were right, and in your opinion, it wasn't necessary because it was close to being over.
Not only that, but you needed to close your eyes and sleep urgently, after all, tomorrow was the last day of your stay at Alex's house, and also the last trial of the case. Yet, why did your heart seem to break every time you thought about leaving him? It scared you to think that you would never again be able to look into his eyes and see that they didn't reflect hate, but rather adoration. He was your biggest enemy, so why these strange feelings?
You could hear him mumbling around the apartment, probably trying to find the case papers he left scattered around the house last night while you guys talked about them. And now that your brain was alerted by the noises outside the room, you wanted more and more to disappear from the universe, not exist and let everything disappear. How would you face him the next morning without feeling embarrassed and saying that you remembered the revealing conversation you two had while you were drunk, and that, in fact, it was actually all a farce?
And then you remembered that it was all the fault of Chris, your boss, and, also, future cupid.
All this whole problem starts when Chris puts you and Alex on the same case, even knowing that you don't like each other and having heard that you two have had problems since the beginning of college. His wife, who had already seen some of the disagreements between the two of you, said it was just a misunderstanding of feelings that neither of you could bear and even proposed that he do something to help other people in the office have some kind of peace. So, when he received the papers from the Miller brothers, he knew this was the perfect time to bring the two of you together and maybe get the two of you to come to a peace agreement.
"Sir, with all respect, but what kind of joke is that?", you asked Chris as soon as you heard him say about the case that you two would have to work together, anxiously pressing your nails into your palm, leaving a few marks.
“You heard right, miss. I believe that the two of you can do a good defense job together, so the two of you will work together”, he responded, while pushing a blue folder, which contained the various papers with information about the case, on the table further ahead.
Alex looked at you, analyzing your face, trying to find some trace of something that wasn't anger or something like that, but he was caught by your gaze, making him look away and look forward again with a bit of shame. So he took the blue folder, pressed it firmly, and spoke.
“Sir, I think just one of us can do this job alone, after all, you said that in the beginning…”, Alex made a pause before starting speaking again. “But, even though I'm against this idea, I accept working with her in this case”.
You laughed sarcastically at his words. You thought it was funny how he sounded when he said it, and you even considered saying it back, but Chris was starting to get impatient, and you chose to accept that idea, leaving the room shortly after with strong steps.
“Please try not to kill each other”, the boss asked Alex, who was still in the room, and received a nod of confirmation from him, who also immediately left the room.
After that day, the two of you began studying the case in silence during office hours. Your coworkers were afraid that at any moment the two time bombs, Alex and you, could go off and cause a huge mess during the time you spent together. And finally, on a busy day for both of you, before a meeting with the client in the case, John Miller, whom you were both defending, the confusion that was feared at the time began.
And of course, the two of you would have different ideas, everyone expected that, but you both had strong geniuses, and anything different was a reason for discussion. A few minutes before starting the meeting, it seemed that Hurricane Katrina had passed and Chris had to intervene, giving the two of you a huge scolding for your childishness and informality, and you both still seemed to have fire in your eyes even after all the confusion.
As soon as John Miller entered the room, the two of you returned to focus on the case and began the meeting with the client. What you didn't expect was that this was the beginning of a bigger nightmare, and that the little fight between you wasn't the biggest one of all.
After the first trial, which, to be honest, didn't result in any progress in the story, the brothers didn't want to collaborate. The witnesses questioned did not say anything that you had not been informed about, which caused a huge headache when it came to studying other means that could be used in the defense. However, a few days later, something that alarmed everyone involved, not only in the case, but also the other lawyers in the office, located in the place where you lived, warned them that everything was more dangerous than they imagined.
a/n: hello hello! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, I promise to update this week with another chapter and another, probably, with gojo.
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S*x Education: I'm here (Lando Norris)
Part 18. Rules are made to being broken. Smut.
MASTERLIST.
Previous part: Better times.
Note: smut is back!! I hope you like this chapter because I put so much effort into it. That's why it took longer this time.
Warnings: +18. Some cute and slow shit. Cute Lando. Some ropes and blindfolds (a couple of scarf actually), penetrative s*x, oral (f receiving)
I had never felt so nervous. He hadn't responded the message and I didn't know if he wanted to come or not. Or if I had stepped to far.
And then I heard a knock at the door and my breath got stuck on my throat. Room service?
I walked to the door and grabbed the handle, but my own brain stopped me. What if it wasn't him? Was it a bad idea? Was I being too unconscious? Would things go worst?
I was literally shaking when I heard the knock again. "Missy?"
A shiver ran up and down my body. It was him. Lando had come to me and I was frozen in my place.
I heard a groan on the other side and realized that I had been in the same spot for too long. When I opened the door, he wasn't there. Luckily, he was only a few meters away walking away with his hands in his pockets and his head low.
"Lando"
He stopped and slowly turned.
"Missy"
I smiled and felt the tears in my eyes.
Lando took a deep breath and walked to me as fast as I could. Walking backwards and without taking my eyes from his, I let him in. He closed the door and locked it once he was inside, not taking his eyes off mine for a single second.
I felt as if I couldn't breathe. My heart was beating fast, my palms were sweaty and my face was burning. I had never wanted someone this much. I had never felt like this.
We stayed in silence, I felt vulnerable. He was looking at me and he had a tiny smile on his lips.
I love you.
"Are you sure you want this?" He cautiously asked and took a step further.
I felt how my knees shook as his eyes move down my neck, observing the way my clothes showed my skin. I would let him do anything he wanted to me.
Sharing the same private space with him since we were forced to break our strange relationship felt different than I thought it would be. I always thought I would be happy, I would be willing to go closer to him, to touch him and talk to him. But I felt strange and anxious. Ï was spiralling in my thoughts and I knew it was no good. And as always Lando felt something was wrong. He took another step cautiously and reached his hand forward
"YN?"
I let a shaky breath out.
"We ca-"
"I love you, Lando. I love you so much. And... I'm so scared..." I felt how I slowly broke down through my words. "I can't let you back in if they will take you from me again. I can't go through that again"
Lando looked at me for long seconds. His eyes looked so green today, so shiny. I love them so much.
"I won't let that happen" He whispered.
I closed my eyes the moment his big hands grabbed my waist. I felt so relieved with him so close. But then, instead of kissing me how I was hopping, he hugged me. He gave me the biggest hug and I just melted in his arms.
Lando was fast, he literally lift me from the floor and soon we were on the bed. It felt weird, a mess of limbs pulling from each other. But we were impossibly close and it was what I needed the most. I threaded my fingers on his hair. I could feel his heart beating under the palm of my hand, fast and hard.
"I love you" I said again.
He pulled back and cupped my cheek.
"I love you too. So much."
I closed the gap between us. Finally. It was impossible to not moan when he kissed back, when he pushed his hand up my side and caressed my skin. Then his tongue played with mine and his lips softly sucked mine. He was with me. Lando was here. I had missed him so much. I had missed laughing with him, the way he had of caressing me, how his lips tasted, how soft his hair was. I also missed the way his body fitted with mine. The way he was able to cover me with his whole body and kept his arms around me. Also the way his big hand cupped my face and how soft and warm he felt.
Lando pulled back.
"Why are you crying, Missy?" He brushed a tear away.
"I've missed you so much"
He smiled softly and kissed my lips.
"I have missed you too, love"That nickname sound way too beautiful. "But I'm here now, YN. I'm here with you and I'm not leaving again"
I cupped his face and looked into his eyes. I believed him. He was with me and thing will be alright. I believed it. I wanted to even if it was just for that night.
So I kissed him again. And again. And again.
Lando was the first one making a move. He pulled my hoodie gently and broke the kiss. I lifted my arms and let him take it off. He sat on his heels and took a look. I wasn't wearing anything under the hoodie, so know I was barely dressed in sport shorts.
"You are beautiful"
Somehow, my mind flied momentarily to Sylvie and how perfect she may look like this.
"Hey" He tickled my sides softly. "What are you thinking of?"
I sighed. "Sylvie"
He bit his lip.
"Okay... Um..."
"She is beautiful" I whispered.
He nodded.
"She is." Lando said. "But it doesn't mean that you aren't beautiful too"
I bit my lip hard.
"Don't do that" with his thumb, he freed my lip out of my teeth. "You really are beautiful. I have always known that. Since I was a little teen and you pushed me out of the track while karting. You are beautiful and in my eyes no one compares to you"
I sighed and he took my hands.
"Stop thinking about all of that, please. It's just us now."
I cupped his cheeks and he turned his face to kiss my palm. Then my wrist over my pulse point and then my inner arm before reaching my shoulder and my neck. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck when he finally kissed my lips. I moaned in his mouth and moved so he could get comfortable between my legs.
Between kisses, I managed to get him out of his hoodie and threw it away. I tried to push him and gain some control, but he took my hands and pressed them together on the pillow.
"No, Missy. I'm in control tonight, okay?"
"But..."
"No. No buts" He pecked my lips and straddled my hips. He reached his hoodie and took something from the pocket. I gasped when I saw it. "Can I?"
I felt a wave of excitement over me and nodded quickly.
"Words"
"Yes, Lando"
He kissed my forehead and with the scarf he had on his hands tied my hands to the headboard. I pulled a bit and he smiled.
"How does it feel?"
"Good"
"Safeword if you want me to take it off" Then he pulled something from his trousers. "Can I use this too?"
"A blindfold?"
He nodded.
"Yes"
Then, with all the care in the world, he covered my eyes and everything turned dark.
Lando kissed the tip of my nose and then my lips with so much sweetness.
"I know you trust me, but I want to hear it"
"I trust you" I said without thinking much.
"Okay, because I'm going to make you feel really good"
I felt goosebumps on my skin as he pronounced those words.
Lando kissed my neck and nibbed the skin softly. He was so careful with his touch that he only made me grow more desperate. I had goosebumps on my skin and I felt his touch burning.
"L-Lando"
I had missed this so much.
"Yes, ask me. Ask for whatever you want"
I only arched my back so I could be closer to where I supposed his mouth was. I felt him brushing my ribs.
"Ask, Missy. I just want to make you feel good" He left a wet kiss on my skin and I whimpered.
"I want to feel you."
Lando pulled back from me, doing exactly the opposite of what I told him. I groaned and pulled the restrictions in my hands.
"Lando"
"A minute, Missy"
When he came back and laid above me, all I could feel was his skin on mine. Completely bare now, Lando continued his journey down my chest. Soft bites mixed with wet kisses had me moaning and moving against him. My covered eyes and tied hands only intensified it. I wanted to watch him but at the same time, the thrill of not knowing what he was doing when I couldn't feel him. I wanted to reach for him and guide him but again, I love the thrill of not knowing. I loved this feeling of being helpless but completely safe with him.
Then his fingers hooked on my trousers and he slowly pulled them down. The cold air made me shiver, but then Lando's lips were on my inner tight and I felt the heat raising to my cheeks. I was so sensitive. I wanted this so much. My skin was begging to be touched by him. No one, and by no one I meant Pierre (the only one I had been with), had made me feel like this.
Lando made me even needier with his lips travelling up and down my thighs, but never in the right place. I was bucking my hips, begging him to do something and I was sure he was grinning proudly.
Then, when he seemed to have had enough fun teasing, he kissed my core. I gasped and pulled the scarf that tied my hands. Even through my underwear, it felt amazing.
"M-more..."
Lando bit my thigh and somehow I felt his smile.
"P-please..."
"Good girl" He whispered without knowing how crazy it drove me.
He took my underwear off and without more teasing, he dive in. I moaned so loudly, I gasped for air and tried to free my hands.
Lando grabbed my hips and made me lay still. "Let me do the job, baby"
His tongue traced a long and thick stripe up my centre, ending in my clit and then sucking softly. Maybe it was my obsession with him, how much I loved him or that he was actually really good, but he felt like no one.
Lando took his sweet time eating me out. He hadn't forgotten anything. He still knew how I liked it the most and he showed it. The wet sounds of his mouth and the moans vibrating through my core made it even better. And then without much warning, he added his fingers.
"Oh, fuck. Yes" I groaned and pulled the scarf hard.
"You are so wet, baby" He whispered.
And once again, he attacked, both with hands and fingers this time.
"I'm... I'm... going to cum" I blurted through ragged breaths. He hummed on my clit and moved his fingers faster. The only thing I could do was trap him there with my legs to make sure he didn't stop. He grabbed my hips harder bringing me closer to his mouth. He made me come quicker than I expected, but I didn't free him, I didn't want him to pull away. He got the hit and didn't stop, he carried me through my orgasm and only pulled back when I pushed him softly with my foot.
I could hear him panting and I could easily picture him with his mouth wet, swollen lips and blush all over his face and neck.
Unexpectedly and kind of scaring me, he threw himself on me and kissed me deeply. Still sensitive, feeling his body firmly pressed between my legs, made me whimper.
Lando was devouring my mouth, kissing me with so much need and passion.
"Fuck me" I begged when he pulled back for air.
Lando was quick moving around me. And then I felt the bed moving again and his hands touched my legs.
"I was grabbing a condom. And... putting it on" He said as if wanting to make sure I knew he was wearing it.
I bit my lips and smiled. "I trust you, Lando"
He kissed me sweetly this time and knelt between my legs. Very slowly and again taking my breath away, he pushed himself into me. I groaned feeling so full and stretched and his moan only made me smile.
His hands travelled up my sides, big and warm, they made me shiver when they cupped the underside of my breasts just at the same time he thrusted in me for the first time. I gasped and he took the opportunity to kiss me, suck my tongue and pulled a moan out of my throat.
He then turned his full attention to my breasts and chest without stopping to move slowly in me. I couldn't stop thinking of how good he had become at multitasking. As his mouth devoured my nipples, his hands were caressing my arms, neck, sides, back,... everywhere he could reach. He was making me feel really close to him. It was like medicine for these past weeks.
It worked because when we both came, him grabbing into me and leaving marks of his fingers, and me pulling hard from the scarf, I felt like crying. I did. I cried. But not because I missed him or because I felt broken, I cried because I was again with him and I felt happy and safe in his arms.
Lando cupped my face and took the blindfold slowly. He looked worried and he was breathing hard, but when I smiled and whispered a kiss me, he relaxed and laid on me once again. He kissed me slowly.
"Don't leave me again" I whispered.
"I'm here. I won't leave you"
We didn't move for a while. I was trying to process what had just happened and that I had him on my arms again. It was real, he was with me and I could feel the warmth of his skin on my palms.
"I love you so much"
He lifted his head and used his elbow to support himself.
"I love you so much too." He said and caressed my face. "I'm going to be with you now. I will be by your side with every step you take. I should have been"
I cupped his chin and kissed his lips softly.
"We didn't have more options. I got an ultimatum 24 hours after it exploded"
He kissed my nose.
"I will be there"
I smiled and hugged him, giving him a thousand kisses all over his face.
"I'm so happy"
I felt him giggling on my neck.
"How did you decided to text me?"
"Danny told me to"
He gasped. "Daniel?"
I laughed and nodded.
"I will thank him"
"And you? Sylvie was with you, right?"
He smiled.
"I asked her if it was right to come here" He laughed. "She said it wasn't and that we should, but then she gave me the condoms and pushed me to the door. And said something like, go and make her happy"
"She is not that bad, right?"
He shook his head.
"I was just jealous." I bit my lip.
"Well, I was jealous too"
"I called Pierre your name once"
He laughed out loud.
"I called Sylvie Missy once and I almost puke"
"No!"
"Yes"
We were both laughing in the bed.
"I was like, oh yeah, Missy. And then I look down and saw her there and was like, oh fuck no. And I felt so bad I almost puke"
I giggled.
"I love you"
"Cutie" He said and pinched my cheek.
I love this so so much.
Next part: Revolution. Out soon.
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Okay so I’ve been having brain rot over MP100 ageswap!au but with Reigen and Mogami as friends. Here’s some of my headcannons so far.
Reigen has known Mogami sense he was 5yrs and can kinda sense his aura. But thinks that he’s just associating certain smells/colors with him.
Mogami’s aura feels more ‘friendly’ or ‘not as dangerous’ to Reigen then it might for others. (This fic describes how I would imagine Mogami’s aura)
Reigen either knows that Mogami is a psychic or is told by Mogami that he is one and they figure out/test out his abilities together.
The first time that Mogami astral-projects it gives Reigen a heart attack. And that causes Reigen to repeatedly poke his deadweight body with a stick ‘As revenge.’ until Mogami can find his way back into his body.
Mogami despite being a spirit (he’s not dead, but his spirit is out of his body) whacks him upside the head for that.
‘Hey! I’ll have you know that my reaction was justified! The way your body just….ragdolled was freaky’
‘So you poked my body multiple times without knowing what might of happened?’
‘Would you rather I had tried to get you to respond by pouring water on you or something?’
‘…I should’ve hit you harder…’
I love the idea of Ritsu, a grown ass adult, having beef with Reigen….But can you imagine the hilarity of Mogami having beef with Teru?
Like the first time they meet Teru, Mogami immediately tries to either exercise or de-curse him because:
‘There is no way in hell that someone made a conscious decision to wear that. I refuse to believe it.’ 
Reigen doesn’t try to stop him. He’s too busy trying to get his eyes to work again from seeing, in his words,
‘The ugliest, biggest, and most hurtful fashion disaster since Cat in the Hat, Barney and Chuck E Cheeze.’
Teru is frozen. He sheds a single tear while his remaining pride is verbally demolished by two 14 year olds. Shou, Dimple, and Tome can be heard cackling in the background. Even Ritsu let’s out a laugh.
‘Like your one to laugh Ritsu—”
‘What did you just say to me you child!?’
Ritsu had to be stopped from throwing hands by Dimple. Shou and Tome were to busy wheezing on the floor to do anything, while Teri was still having a crisis.
Mogami knows a lot of oddly terrifying knowledge about birds and bugs. No one know where he gets this information.
Reigen likes asking him questions/listening to him talking about them because it’s one one of the few times that he is the listener, but also because it’s only of the few times that Mogami outwardly looks genuinely passionate and happy.
They both have influenced each other’s mannerisms.
Mogami’s one is when he’s exasperated he copy’s Reigen hand gesture and does this. Or this.
Reigen’s one is his deadpan stare/unaffected look that he is almost always seen having on his face. Except when, y’know, he doesn’t.
Reigen still is unbeatable at rock, paper, scissors. And yes, Mogami will die mad about that. It one of the few things that he will put aside his grudges against someone for.
‘Listen up Teruki Hanazawa, because I will only say this once. DO. NOT. CHALLENGE. ARATAKA. TO. A. ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS. GAME.’
‘Wha—’
‘I am only telling you this for your own sake….and so you can’t say I didn’t warn you.’
Mogami then walked away without saying anything else with a murder of crows deciding that, that specific moment was the time to caw ominously. And leaving a confused and slightly terrified Teru behind.
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freaky deaky | pjm
the banner is made from my angel @armys-dna <3 thank u sm for making this omg it's so beautiful! go show her some love guys, she's so so talented!
a/n: inspiration and title taken from this song. 👀
seeing as i haven't published anything, i decided to upload this draft that's been sitting and waiting for wayyy too long! i hope you enjoy it <3
-> pairing switch!jimin x switch!reader
-> genre smut (filthy)
-> summary you've been having casual sex with jimin for a while now, but one night you decide to spice things up.
-> word count 3.0k
-> warnings swearing, mentions of sex, handcuffs, reader is lowkey a dom, reader is the biggest tease, oral (m. receiving), jimin being a little needy, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) , reverse cowgirl.
Park Jimin. The guy who would come around, only on the weekends, and always in your bed. It was no secret the two of you were hooking up, all your mutual friends knew - and wouldn't stop bugging the both of you about it. They stopped eventually, seeing how it didn't affect either of you.
Having a friends with benefits meant to set rules, rules both partners could agree to. Jimin and you were quick to have three simple rules to your deal.
No fucking in the weekdays
No family members involved
No feelings
The rules were engraved in both of your brains, yet for some reason Jimin accidentally booty called you on a Wednesday. It was an accident, you kept telling yourself, not wanting to get caught up in the fact that Jimin thought of you, on a weekday. It was never brought up afterwards.
The thought never returned, and before you knew it Jimin was again, laying in your sheets, in between your legs.
Your friend Kate, who knew both you and Jimin, had herself a fuck buddy, talking on and on about how big his dick is, and how well his fingers feel inside of her. Most of the time, it was boring. Until now, when she called you to tell she did handcuff play with her fuck buddy, Jeon Jungkook - who also is a good friend of Jimin's, what are the odds?
Handcuff play. It was interesting, because you've never tried it, and of course something you've never tried in bed is tempting. Jimin was just like you, willing to try anything. So, you decided to buy the classic pink fuzzy handcuffs.
When the weekend came around, you of course messaged Jimin, being so eager to try your new set of handcuffs.
you heyyy, my place in 10? [11:33 PM]
jimin on my way;) [11:34 PM]
you good. i have a surprise for u;) [11:34 PM]
Not long after, a knock was heard on your door, Park Jimin standing outside, waiting patiently for you to open the door. You opened for him, Jimin wearing an all black outfit. He was surprised when he saw you, you were only wearing a thin robe in a light shade of pink, nothing underneath.
''Hi.'' You greeted casually, as if you haven't been the main reason behind Jimin's not-so-secret boner.
''Um- hi.'' He responded, still in shock over your current 'outfit'.
It's not like it was unusual for you to wear something rather easy to take off - but most night's with whom ended with Jimin, you were out with your friends first, which meant mostly you were wearing something suitable for a night out.
Now, was not the occasion for this. You had rather wanted to hang around at home and snuggle with your black cat Mambo, catching up on the newest season of Bridgerton. Eyeing the red box once in a while, contemplating on if you should send a text to Jimin later that evening, not wanting to come in between his plans. He usually would always go out with the guys, so you didn't want to bother him, until later when he's had his fair share of fun.
You didn't move aside for him to walk in, instead you strutted back slowly to your kitchen, having already poured some white wine in two glasses. Jimin had taken your lead, following you inside your apartment, taking off his cap, leather jacket and black boots.
''Drink?'' you asked casually, while holding up both glasses, the glass reaching towards Jimin. He nodded, accepting it, taking a light sip, before setting it back onto the counter. You took the whole time in the world with a simple sip from your glass of wine. Wanting nothing more than Jimin to become needy.
Finally, you settled down you glass, staying put - not daring to move. Jimin took it as a sign, walking closely over to you, now caging you in between his arms who rested onto the counter top. A grin forming itself onto his face, before he spoke, ''What's with the mystery?'' You weren't offended by it, though it did upset you in a way. You were trying to be sexy for once and here he was, thinking it's a mystery act. Just because you hadn't thrown yourself onto him the minute he arrived - as you usually do.
''Are you that needy Park?'' Your head tilting, while your fingers started caressing the nuke of his neck slowly. He didn't answer you, instead you caught his Adam's apple moving up and down - he was gulping out of nervousness. It felt somewhat good, knowing your words could affect Jimin and make him all shy.
''Maybe.'' He eventually said, re-gaining his confidence, which disappeared not long ago.
You chuckled, now gripping the ends of his hair, earning a sudden gasp from Jimin. ''Aren't you curious? About your surprise?'' You reminded him softly, about your texts from earlier, involving a surprise. He hummed a yes - now, taking him by the hand leading him towards the red package, awaiting the both of you on your dinner table.
''Open it.''
Jimin didn't hesitate, before unwrapping the tight black ribbon around the box. Succeeding, the package now opened, the pink fuzzy handcuffs on full display. Jimin's eyebrows grew closer, his lips tucked in-between his teeth.
''What do you say Park?''
He turned his head to you, eyes squinting a bit, still considering such an offer. It was a lot — in that sense that you and Jimin never really talked accessories and sex toys.
''Did Kate put you up to this?'' Jimin let out, your grin slowly disappearing.
''How—'' you started off, but out of shock you cut yourself off with a cough. The sexy act had vanished and you suddenly felt too naked for your liking. The thin robe feels even thinner than before.
''Thank god for her big mouth.''
With that, Jimin walked towards you, his lips landing on yours almost in a hurry. The kiss was itself exceptional. It always felt good to kiss Jimin because he was so good at it, but your mind could not stop thinking about those handcuffs. You had to know.
''Mm— Jimin. You still haven't said yes or no.''
''I thought the kiss made the answer pretty clear.'' His lips tugged upwards in a smirk, one that sent a sudden heat between your legs.
You grinned at his answer, taking the handcuffs from your table and leading Jimin to your bedroom.
You knew Jimin probably had the idea that you were going to be cuffed to your headboard, but you had other ideas — ideas Jimin had never heard from you.
You had always felt a sudden need to dominate at times, it was within you. The sight of a man whining and begging for your touch and giving themselves completely to you and letting you tease them and edge them until they have to beg for you to let them finish, was always a fantasy. A fantasy you so desperately wanted to accomplish and seeing the handcuff possibility, now is the chance.
“Lay down.” You simply order and a confused expression grew on Jimin’s face not knowing where you’re going with this. But Jimin, of course, obeys and slowly lays in your bed, still fully clothed.
You walked closer, with the pink fuzzy handcuffs in your hand, unlocking them and locking them onto your headboard. Jimin turned his head seeing you secure the handcuffs yet not cuffing yourself with them.
“Aren’t we supposed to use them?” Jimin asks out of curiosity, not knowing your next move which was a bit thrilling for him and kept sending an unexpected rush to his cock, hardening him more by the second. Who knew, you being all mysterious was so hot to him?
“We are.” You grin, not only out of nervousness but also anxiously, not knowing how to bring on the topic of you wanting to dominate just for a little while. Just to have a little taste test of seeing Jimin being all whiny and obedient for you.
You decide to straddle Jimin's lap and ask him nicely while slowly grinding onto him. Jimin lets out a small grunt, feeling your bare cunt on his pants, rocking your hips back and forth driving him mad. “Jimin? I was thinking—“ you start off, yet cut yourself off. The insecure part of you telling you that he won’t be down and your fantasy will never be accomplished.
“Yes baby?” His eyes are glowing in your dimmed bedroom looking at you as if he trusts you, which surely helps your doubts about asking him.
“Can I cuff you?” You look away as you ask not being able to see his expression.
The room grows silent. Your heart beats rapidly but it calms as Jimin's hand reaches your cheek, his fingers stroking it calmly, making you turn, meeting his eyes once again.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more freaky.” A smirk tugs on his lips and you can’t help but feel shocked.
“Wha—“ you can’t help but whisper, still having to process Jimin's awfully hot comment to your idea.
“Cuff me baby.” Jimin peppers you with small kisses on your neck, making you slightly moan from the contact. You nod, the both of you moving more towards the headboard and when you finally reach the handcuffs, Jimin willingly gives you his wrists, a small smile on his lips.
Seeing Jimin cuffed onto your headboard made your head spin. You couldn’t believe you’d have your fuck buddy laid out onto your sheets, cuffed to your headboard. You take in the sight, not being able to remove your gaze from him.
“You look so pretty. All cuffed up for me.”
Jimins mouth now agape at your comment, only making him harder and his cock desperately wanting to be set free which explains Jimin bucking his hips upwards, hitting your wet slit, making you gasp from his sudden movement.
You didn’t want to drag it out too long but still wanted to enjoy the possibility in front of you which is edging Jimin as much as possible.
You shift in your position now sitting in between his legs, moving your hands on his torso, rolling up his black t-shirt, your hands feeling his warm skin. Your hand reaches more upwards to his nipples, pinching them enough to earn a grunt from Jimin. His smirk never disappears, clearly enjoying seeing you toy a bit around with him and being able to explore his body much more than you've already done.
You move your upper body upwards, your tongue making contact to his torso, peppering him with small wet kisses, you tongue grazing flatly onto his nipple making him whine a bit and the sound sent a rush towards your already wet cunt, by hearing his angelic whining moan by your tongue on his nipple. You smile in satisfaction, kissing more and more lowly until you reach his waistband. Looking up Jimin smiling slightly at you, his head leaning a tad bit on the headboard so he can watch how you pleasure him.
You don’t waste another second, removing his pants and underwear all together. His cock is already so hard and ready to be touched. The tip glistened with pre-cum. You grab onto the base spitting onto the tip and your hand pumping him slowly, the spit spreading all over. Your hand starts quickening the pace, Jimins moans filling the room by how good you are at touching him and he can’t help but look, seeing you almost drool over his cock glistening right in front of you. Your mouth still hasn’t yet made contact with his cock and it sort of frustrates Jimin how much you’re dragging this — yet it builds up his want for more and he can’t help but buck his hips upwards, fully enjoying your hand palming him nicely.
“Y/N— fuck.” You smile at him, continuing on. Jimin wants to guide his cock more towards your warm welcoming mouth but seeing as he’s restrained to your bed frame it doesn’t exactly help— although that’s what makes it more intense.
“Tell me what you need Park.”
“Your mouth— please fuck!” His voice was laced with eagerness.
Your cheeks grow hot seeing him slightly beg for your mouth so fast, you haven’t even touched him for a while and he can’t help but be so needy for it.
“Like this?” You ask before letting your tongue run flatly from his base up till his tip, a restrained moan leaves Jimin's mouth from the contact.
“Yes baby. Ah!” You take him fully, his tip almost hitting the back of your throat as you take him in whole, being used to his cock inside your mouth. You moan from the sight of Jimin, his head leaned back, eyes shut and his brows growing close from all the pleasure you’re giving him.
You continue taking his cock nicely in your mouth, focusing on your breathing and hollowing your cheeks as you move towards the base. Jimin can’t comprehend the pleasure he’s feeling and he’s not even sure he can last long if you keep going with your amazing pace.
“Your mouth feels amazing.” He can’t help but compliment you, getting a look at you with your eyes shut from enjoying his cock filling your mouth completely. You moan from his compliment sending vibrations onto it making Jimin slightly shiver.
You let go of his cock with a pop, your hand still holding onto the base. You want him inside you, inside you from behind but seeing he’s handcuffed it’ll be hard getting taken from behind. Instead you turn your body, your ass through the thin fabric becoming the new view for Jimin. You decide to leave the thin robe on, wanting to tease Jimin a bit more now that he can’t really take it off for you.
Knowing you’re already dripping almost down your thighs there was no need to warm yourself up. You settle in between his legs, dragging your wet slit onto his cock, coating him with your arousal before pushing yourself down, arching your back from the wave of pleasure from his cock grazing your g-spot as he fills you up nicely.
“Use me… Fuck just use me Y/N.” Jimin pleads from behind you, the sound of metal clinging as he can’t help but move his wrists, desperately wanting to lift your robe to get a view of your bare ass in front of him.
You trail your hands onto his thighs, rocking back and forth adding friction to your clit causing you to moan. “Mmm— I love your cock Jimin.” Followed by another whimper from you.
“It’s all yours Y/N.” Jimin bucks his hip to prove his point. The tip, again, hits your g-spot making your head fall back from the overflowing feeling in the pit of your stomach. You were close and couldn’t help but clench around him, still rocking your hips, lifting a bit, the slapping sounds of your ass hitting onto him filling the room.
The thin robe lifts as you move more up. Jimin can’t help but catch a glimpse and he grows so desperate he’s now pulling the handcuffs, wanting to slap you hard until it has a mark and just be able to touch you. Oh god he really wants to touch you, every inch of you.
Just as you’re about to finish, you can’t help but hear the metal graze onto your headboard, turning your head now facing Jimin. An almost mad driven Jimin who can’t help but pull in desperation and a want to touch you.
“Please remove them. I want to touch you, fuck I have to touch you — please, please…”
“Be patient.” And you go right back to bouncing on him, moans accumulating in the room. Your orgasm only reaches faster as your pace quickens and the familiar knot in the stomach appears, making you whine from the pleasure.
“I’m gonna come—“ You almost cry out, bouncing more desperately on Jimin's cock, using him to come.
''That's right baby, come all over it.'' That becomes the last straw for you, coming undone all over Jimin's cock. Small pants escape your mouth, trying to catch your breath after your intense orgasm. You stay put, Jimin still fully hard inside of you.
Everything happens too fast, Jimin pulling too hard on the handcuffs, breaking them and now touching you everywhere. His hands squeezing hard the flesh of your ass, biting it as well.
''Those handcuffs were kinda shitty.'' You grin, letting Jimin finally take over seeing him become so greedy he's seeing absolute red.
''My turn now.'' Jimin doesn't even let you answer, already grabbing onto the side of your hips, pounding you so hard it makes you dizzy from the overstimulation. You hold tight onto his thighs to stay put in your upwards position.
''Shit you take me so well.'' Your breath hitches at his words, looking down seeing his cock disappear inside of your walls.
Jimin had become so eager he wouldn't be able to last as long as he's used to with you, so after a few more thrusts, he fills you up nicely with his warm cum, sighing from the release. You take it as your cue to remove yourself from him.
''That was probably one of our best rounds.'' Jimin compliments the overall experience and you can't help but feel a heat reach your cheeks seeing him so satisfied from your crazy idea.
''I'm glad you liked it.''
''Liked it? I fucking loved it. Remind me to let you dominate more often.''
You shake your head, not really believing Jimin loved it that much to want it again.
''I don't know if you're completely ready for that.'' You want to tease him yet make him curious over your dominant side.
''You sure about that baby?'' His brows lift, testing the waters with you.
You only let out a laugh, now walking towards the bathroom to clean yourself up.
When you return back, Jimin is on the verge of falling asleep. You smile at the sight of him sprawled naked, taking deep breaths and you join him under the covers. You feel happy and relieved from finally being completely honest with Jimin and your hidden fantasies.
Might be fun to try again…
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HIII it's me again :D glad to hear you're doing well!! I hope life is being kind to you <3
of course, take your time to get to this part of the story!! I hope you end up liking sabo as well !! and get ready for the heartbreak of marineford... no really, get a few tissues because there are gonna be tears
coming back to the au, your ideas continue to amaze me, I swear I had this exact expression of shock 😲 reading everything, ITS SO GOOD !!! it's very in character for whitebeard to want to take responsability of blackbeard's actions and appear to help luffy, and of course shanks is going to help his boy (also, don't wanna spoil too much, but he gets there late for reasons and IMAGINE him seeing he failed to protect the sweet boy he was confident would become the new king of the pirates, that he passed his precious hat to... he'd be blaming himself so hard and I'm here for it!)
now that's pretty much what happens in canon, but throw in the revolutionary army in the mix?? PERFECTION !!! of course Dragon would want to save his son, so it'd make sense for him to send some people to help, and who better than the boy he trained himself, sabo? there's no way that could go wrong, right ^^ (it's going to go terribly!)
the idea of sabo meeting with his brothers but not recognizing them... acting like strangers... then gaining back his memories... being right there seeing with his own eyes when it all goes down and not being able to do anything about it, to save his little brother (who he's just starting to remember is his little brother at all)... and worse, thinking he lost BOTH of them at once, right when he got his memory of them back... I'm going insane just thinking about it !!! the guilt this boy feels in canon is already off the charts, imagine in this scenario in which he was THERE and still it didn't change a thing and his baby brother died right in front of him??? he's gonna be consumed by it, probably won't feel worthy of daring to show his face to ace after everything and trying to isolate himself to wallow on his guilt and self-hatred... we love emotionally unstable blorbos in this house!! god help koala and olivia who will have to deal with this mess. and then sabo and ace will have no choice but to meet in dressrosa and that's! gonna be fun! not for them... but for us it will!
THE KOBYFICATION OF DEUCE. YOUR BRAIN IS HUGE!!!! THIS IS GENIUS!!! deuce running his anti marine propaganda newspaper is so important to me... him joining the revolutionary army... it's everything I could ever ask for... and the acedeuce beloveds... with the added bonus of that awkward moment when your coworker/boss is your crush's brother AND your crush's mother figure is also your coworker and hears you gush about him
isuka mention !!! she's such a cutie, glad to see she's here too !! also her taking the role of ace's marine rival is just perfect
sorry I got way too excited with this but your au is just way too amazing <3 thank you once more for sharing your ideas!!
🐝
I’m so sorry I took so long to respond to this.
I’m very afraid of getting to Marineford. My mental health can’t deal with the stress at the moment.
But yes you get it. Sabo and Ace working together to save Luffy without realizing it.
Like Ace just wants to get Luffy out of Impel down and this masked loser is slowing him down. How dare he!
Meanwhile Sabo has the biggest headache (particularly from his memories trying to resurface) because Ace is the most reckless person to ever live. He’s going to get them caught! Stop attacking everyone!
These two just can’t work together because Ace is in panic mode and this person who is only here to save Luffy because Dragon sent him can’t possibly understand the stress Ace is under. How important Luffy is.
Sabo (at the time) doesn’t get it. He needs to get his bosses son out of here. He gets that his adopted older brother is emotional but just calm down and think!
Later Sabo, with all of his memories will look back at this time and wonder. If I had let Ace rush it. If we were both fighting desperately for our little brother, could we have gotten to Luffy in time?
Even later when the meet at Dressrosa and Ace puts together just who the Masked loser in impel down was. When he realizes it was Sabo who “slowed him down” (kept him alive!) he has no idea how to feel. Enraged (why didn’t Sabo care about Luffy) confused (this couldn’t be their brother) desperate (one of his brothers is here, he’s not alone) upset (where was Sabo the past two years? Past 12? Ace needed him! Luffy needed them!) and fury (Luffy will never get to be with both his big brothers every again. He died think Sabo was gone)
Needless to say Ace has a lot of BIG feelings the day Sabo walks back into his life.
Back to Deuce!
I love him so much. His anti-marine paper is so important to me to. Like his dream is to be a writer. Let him write. Let him tell the world exactly what the Marines and pirates do. Let him tell the world about liberated countries and the injustices of the world government.
People say he’s afraid to show his face and that’s why he wears a mask and uses a fake name. But Deuce has never been more himself. He’s never been truer to himself than when he goes by the name Ace gave him.
He tells everyone how amazing the reverse strawhats are. And you best believe when Ace’s lineage gets out he’s writing about not only Ace’s character (how he saves people because he wants to, how no man should be judged by who their father is) but he’s doing his research on the original pirate king and just destroying all the lies the world government circulated about him. The public conscious changes. Roger’s wasn’t a horrible person, in fact he helped a lot of people. And even if he wasn’t should they really hold a son accountable for his father?
(This is after Luffy’s death and you best believe Deuce dragged the Marines for filth over that. The public knows Luffy as a 16 almost 17 year old who never left his home island. Sure he was a bit wild but everyone liked him. He never hurt anyone. And yet the government killed him because of what his father, who he never met, had done. Deuce ran them over the coals. He couldn’t stop what happened at Marineford. The revs wouldn’t even let him go to fight (he was to important by then) but he’s not going to have the last picture Ace has of his little brother be the one the papers ran with Luffy dying in Ace’s arms. Every piece he writes about Luffy he tries to find an old photo from Dawn island or Dragon’s surveillance to attach to the article. It drives home that he was just a boy, while also giving Ace new picture of his precious brother to cherish.
Speaking of Acedeuce. Deuce suffers those two years Nico Olive is there. It’s already awkward enough that Sabo, who has heard him talk about how down bad he is for Ace for two years, turns out to be Ace’s brother. But Nico Olivia? He never knows peace.
On one hand it’s nice. She helps him write his pieces about Luffy. (Ace told a lot of stories during their 3 years together) in exchange she gets a nice copy of every picture they find of Luffy and Ace from Dragon’s surveillance (he definitely had people watching over his boy) she collects them to give to Ace when they reunite.
On the other hand, she is relentless. Constantly teasing Deuce about his crush. (She’s met him before. In the early days of his paper before he was recruited by the Revs.) constantly asking when he was going to ask her captain out? When the wedding would be? Should he be joining the crew once they were official?
Deuce thinks she’s just teasing him. And he could live with it, if she didn’t make it sound like Ace wanted him to. (Baby is in hard core denial that his feelings could be returned)
Nico Olivia does not see herself as cruel. She is asking honest questions. To her (and the crew) Ace’s crush on Deuce was obvious. The question was never Ace’s feelings but Deuce’s though Olivia knew from the way Deuce wrote about Ace that he must have feelings for her captain, it was nice to have it confirmed by the other Revs. (Koala makes fun of Deuces crush at all times, especially now that it makes Sabo squirm because that’s HIS big brother they are talking about!) to Olivia she can’t see why the two boys wouldn’t get together. (After Ace has had time to grieve and process his loss of course)
Her captain deserves good things. He early lets himself want, believing he does not deserve the goodness of the world. Olivia violently disagrees. She wants her boy happy. And Deuce is a great young man who would make her boy happy. Sure she might be a little pushy, but she’s not getting any younger. Excuse her for wanting to see her kids get married before she dies. (She’s not dying anytime soon, but she will use guilt to her advantage if it will make these two knuckle heads get it together sooner rather than later)
#one piece#monkey d. luffy#fire fist ace#portagas d. ace#one piece ace#reverse strawhat pirate au#masked deuce#revolutionary sabo#one piece sabo#nico olvia#acedeuce#Sabo remeber who Ace and Luffy are right as he watches one of them die is the coldest thing I’ve done in a while. and I stand by it#deuce deserves to have his own paper. spread the truth Deuce!#Nico Olivia watching the pinning mess that is Acedeuce form both sides: you need to get it together#i want to see my kid married! (with grandkids please)
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What The Heart Wants
Vlad felt like his world was crumbling all over again. It had been bad enough when it was Maddie, a college crush that never got to go any further, but now, Jack Fenton had stolen the affection of another from him.
“Vlad,” Harriet called from the opposite side of the room, “come on…”
“How,” he asked, staring haunted into the side of the room, “how did this happen, Harriet?”
Somehow he could hear her roll her eyes. “It’s not like I planned this, I was just going through some old albums and then…”
He could still hear her excitedly asking to see him. Was he not enough? The house, the gifts, years of unconditional love and everything money could buy, and she was ready to leave it all to go see him. “Harriet… my heart is breaking, I can’t take this…”
“Oh for the love of-” there was the sound of her crossing the room and then the quick ‘fwap’ of a pillow smacking his face, knocking him back onto the bed where he laid in a daze and stared at the ceiling, wondering where it had gone wrong, “she’s seven years old you big drama queen, and it’s a sleepover! Don’t you think you’re overreacting?”
“Over…” Vlad felt indignant, “Harriet, for the last three weeks it’s been ‘Uncle Jack’ this, and ‘Uncle Jack’ that, and now she wants to go spend the night with… with him! On her birthday weekend Harriet! Her birthday! ‘Overreacting,’ please, if anything you’re UNDERreacting!”
Sighing, Harriet joined him on the bed. This was technically her fault, she had been looking over some college scrapbooks when their daughter, Dana, tumbled into the room -literally- and had to be stopped from colliding with a vase more expensive than some people’s cars. Naturally, the curiosity of a child saw the strangers in the book beside her parents and responded with a thousand questions, most of which had to be answered with a PG retelling. Dana had taken a particular interest in ‘Uncle’ Jack. when Harriet slipped on a bit of nostalgia and told her that they were like brothers a long time ago. She had never had an uncle before, Harriet only had sisters, and for a girl who was used to having everything, the concept of something new to add to her treasures made her eye’s light up. Of course, she also had her father’s annoying habit of never letting anything go.
“Mommy,” she had said weeks ago over dinner, “I know what I want for my birthday.”
“Oh,” Harriet had replied, her and Vlad sharing a look of amusement at her assertiveness, “and what’s that?”
“I wanna go see Uncle Jack.”
Vlad had almost choked on his salmon at the announcement, forgoing his wine glass and reaching straight for the bottle. He spent the entire night in his library pacing and listening to Liza Minnelli records and any attempts he’d made to bargain with their daughter to change her mind in the subsequent weeks had been met with failure.
“...Is it too early to ground her?”
“On what grounds, Mr. Masters.”
He paused as he racked his brain looking for probable cause. “Treason?”
fwap.
“Look Vlad, you know I’m not Jack’s biggest fan either,” she began.
“So it’s two against one now, great, now YOU go tell her no.”
“BUT,” Harriet continued, ignoring her husband, “it is only going to be one night, and I’m sure Maddie will keep things in order enough that if anything goes nobody will get hurt.”
“Ah yes,” Vlad said, eyes flashing red, “because that worked out so well last time, didn’t it dear.”
“No,” she rebutted, “but last time they didn’t have two kids or their own to look after either. I mean, little Danny’s just now walking and Jazzy is about Dana’s age so at the very least they’re capable of keeping children alive for the twenty-four hours it’ll take us to set up the p-a-r-t-y. Besides, much as I hate to admit it, kids have always loved Jack, remember when you guys had to volunteer at that daycare for class credit?”
“Well, you know what they say about those of like minds, my dear”
“Mmhmm,” she said, kissing his forehead, “and I also know what they say about opposites, Mr. ‘Accidentally sat on the class hamster and made the children cry.’”
Vlad grumbled as he thought about the family postcard the Fentons had sent them last year. Jack, mountain of a man that he was, tears nearly in his eyes as he cradled the two small children and his wife in his massive arms as if they were the only things in the world. He’d almost looked… competent, and Harriet had gotten serotonin from the smile he let slip looking at the photo longer than he cared to admit. He supposed one day wouldn’t kill anyone… also, he could always send a duplicate sentry to invisibly watch the house for signs of excess buffoonery.
“Besides,” Harriet said, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “it’s been a while since we’ve had a night just to ourselves, and I think my Dairy Queen outfit is getting a little sad boxed up in the closet, eh?”
Turning red, his ears perked up like an excited bat. “I… yes… well… I- I don't suppose one night is entirely unreasonable.”
“Good boy.”
#raveyardfanfics#vlad masters#harriet chin#danny phantom#gober#me looking at vlad with incredible pity: you may have a crumb of affection...a crumb#i'm a man of my word#au#i cannot stress this enough#short fic#also dana belongs to we-serve-spirits im just here as the message man
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20 Questions
thank you @appropriatelystupid for tagging me! i just finished my french exam this morning so doing this is an awesome way to spend my afternoon🥳
How many works do you have on AO3?
i was not aware that i had seven written and posted?? that's wild :0
2. What's you total AO3 count?
31,822 words?? also a massive surprise since i don't write or post nearly as often as i'd like...but hey, i'll take the win!
3. What fandoms do you write for?
okay, so obviously supercorp lives rent free in my head, but i'm also deeply entrenched in the cissamione and bellamione fandoms. i've got a fuck ton of wips for them, but i haven't put much out yet. however, recently, rojarias (reignjas) has been taking up ALL my brain space—i'm dying to write a lawyer au.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
erm. well, since i only have seven, i'll give you the top two? 1st: i'm home when i'm with you...2nd: this color looks better on you than me
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
i used to be really into and really good about responding to comments because i really appreciate every single one (and i still do) but it took a lot out of me and made me a little anxious, so i don't do it anymore. that being said, i still love and cherish every single comment that's ever been left!
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i'm really not the biggest fan of angsty endings, so i don't write them very much. i'd much prefer piling on the angst throughout and giving them a happy ending. there's too much sadness and grief in the world already, i feel like everyone should get a happy ending.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
oo, okay, i'm not sure about happiest since they feel pretty even, but if i really had to pick maybe oh how love stings?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
i don't currently, which i think is in part because of how lovely most people in the fandoms i'm in now are, but years ago i wrote a dramione fic and people had a lot (which wasn't necessarily hate, but it was still unnecessary) to say about that.
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
i've tried on occasion, but let's just say i'm still working out the kinks (pun intended)
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
i don't and i don't think i will anytime in the near future because i feel like a lot of planning will have to go into that and i don't have the brain space right now. but secondly, i don't feel an immediate urge to merge any two worlds currently.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
luckily, no, not that i'm aware of—hopefully it stays that way!
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
i've had someone ask in my comments before, but as mentioned above i don't really answer comments and i'm still not sure if i'm entirely comfortable with translations even if it allows a larger audience access to the fic.
13. have you ever cowritten a fic before?
i was working on one with @glitterslytherin a few years back, but we never quite got much of it finished haha
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
it's gotta be supercorp, but currently, rojarias and cissamione have me in a chokehold (i suppose i'm on my supercorp detox atm? maybe i'll be able to churn out fics after this little break)
15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
i think this applies to all my WIPs to be honest. obviously i want to finish them all, but motivation is a bitch and she tends to come and go as she pleases XD
16. What are your writing strengths?
i'd like to think i do a pretty good job with dialogue. i used to be better at descriptions, but i think the balance has tilted the last couple of years.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
being able to just write and not edit on the way (another reason i rarely finish things) also planning is very much not my forte💀
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
while i am bilingual and almost trilingual, i do tend to stick with english since i feel like it's jarring to have a bit of a different language suddenly pop up and then the reader has to read the translation. and two, i'm not even grammatically accurate in english all the time, so forget about another language!
19. First fandom you wrote for?
oh, this is so mortifying...i believe it was percy jackson, but following closely behind was harry potter.
20. Favorite fic you've ever written?
i don't think i love any of the fics i have out at the moment—like, don't get me wrong, i'm super proud of them—but there's not one finished one that parades in my head all the time. the rojarias lawyer au and a supercorp orchestra au are constantly being thought about though?
tagging a couple of mutuals if ya'll wanna take part!
@theredcapeofk @yanana94 @belladonnainbloom @coffeeshib @naralanis @an-organism
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
I was tagged by the lovely @umber-cinders, TY
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
None. I just made an A03 a few weeks ago and it will take a long time for my brain to figure out how to put my stuff on there LOL. On Tumblr, jeez, let me see. I have 35? So far. I counted my two series as 2.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
Oh lordt, let me see. On Tumblr, I have...roughly 168,964 words across all my fics. YIKES. And I can't even write in my books LOL
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Marvel, They Cloned Tyrone, Snowfall, and Scream.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Sprung - Tyrone
Stay With Me - Tyrone
Sunday - Tyrone
Run it Back - Tyrone
Pray For Me - Franklin
Gonna link my masterlist because why not: Megamind's Secret Files
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! I love getting comments. I want people to know I appreciate them taking the time to read and comment. I love discussing my writing.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably Through the Fire. It was such a sad ending! It had to be done! Someone said "What kind of sane person would write an ending so sad???" Literally made my day as a writer.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Most of them got happy endings LOL. But the one that ended the sweetest, hm, probably...Sunday?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Nope. I be in my own little corner of the innanet and all my comments and reblogs have been positive! It might change with my Kang fic and I'm okay with that. Block button is my bestie.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
YES! A thousand times yes. So far, they've all been one shot smut fics that resolves itself. I have some pt 2's coming, but I'm so behind on Tyrone asks. I'm sorry!!!! I will get to them, promise.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Never did a crossover. My fandoms are all over the place and the only one to use for crossovers is Marvel and I'm not that confident yet. I don't hate on folks who do, but not the type of fics I be reading.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of and I hope it never does. That's so heartless and unnecessary. Everyone can write. You don't need to steal.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope. That would be a huge compliment though!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nah. But I'm constantly flinging my fic ideas at friends and they share with me. I love it.
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
I'm so not a person that ships, it's terrible. Canon relationships bore me to tears or I know that the writers are gonna do some fuck shit to break them up, so why bother? However, I'm obsessed with Attoye and Janine and Gregory from Abbott Elementary.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Believe it or not, I write fics in the moment and release them in the wild before I have a chance to go back and change everything. I only plot my series. And I plan to finish both series! I've been trying to think of what other series I can do.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I think I write dialogue pretty well. I'm able to write things in character and pay attention to their characteristics.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Do we have all day? LOL. Nah, I think scene descriptions are still my biggest weakness. I always put them in a white room and it's hard picturing it well enough to write it down. I'm trying to work on it!
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I haven't done it. Only because Google translate only takes you so far and it doesn't take nuance into account. And I appreciate when there's translations after the fic. It's hard to copy on mobile and put it into Translate to figure out what was said.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
I just started fic writing this year. LOL. I used to say I missed a crucial part of writing culture as a teen. But it was a Marvel Loki fic.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
I can't choose between my babies! But it would probably be my Loki series. One of the chapters I finished, I was like??? Okay, you fuckin' ate that. I felt so proud of myself as a writer, that self-satisfaction is what I'm writing for.
No pressure tags: @soft-persephone @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @mybonafidefeelings @notapradagurl7 @sweet-potatah-pie @saturn-rings-writes @c-nstantine
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In her most recent livestream Lily decided to begin claiming that a mutual friends of your’s (back when you and LO were still friends) named Alison told you about her molesting children/having CP on her computer and that you “just shrugged it off” without having told the police about it. Needless to say, given what an abusive monster that Lily is and the SHITTON of pedophilic fanfiction/porn that he has stashed away on various secret accounts or has tried desperately to scrub from the internet. I think its very fucking safe to say that LO made all of this crap up. Hell, this ‘Alison’ person sounds a whole HELL of a lot like that Tara Callie person that Lily USED to talk about and claim was guilty of these very safe fucking things. . . . .
You absolutely don’t fucking have to respond to or even mention this ask, I just couldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t tell you about this horrible bullcrap that Lily is claiming about you. Its so horrifying to watch this abuse and slander being done by LO to you, Lizzy, Cypher, etc. when she thinks that nobody will be able to hold her fucking accountable for it. Because, surprise, this was absolutely another fucking livestream that has been deleted by LO and not archived by her in the least. I know how awful situations like these ones are, as I’ve had all too familiar experiences with abusers like LO in my own life, and I just want to say what you’re doing is some really great work. That has definitely made a REALLY fucking positive impact on the mental health and well—bring of Lily’s victims. Stay strong, keep doing this incredible work, and one day Lily will find out that abusive, pedophilic monsters like her NEVER fucking succeed in the end!!
I'm glad someone asked me about this directly. I just listened to the clip in full and...hoo boy. Let's begin unpacking that.
(Here's the clip anon is referring to. You can't erase history anymore, Lily.)
First off, there was never anyone in the Valkyr Studios Cinematic Universe named Allison, fake or otherwise. She's talking about Tara Callie. Also, Lily didn't "rat her out". LILY CAME TO ME ASKING IF SHE SHOULD DELETE TARA'S HARD DRIVES.
Now to address the harder, more embarrassing in hindsight aspect to this botched tale; I didn't handle it how it should've been handled. I had no idea what I should do and nobody I could go to for advice. I had also reached a point where I was almost completely convinced Tara Callie didn't exist, which added an extra layer to that "I have no idea how to handle this as a sheltered 19 year old" issue. On a personal note, I'd already dealt with attempting to report my own SM to law enforcement a few years prior to this, only to have it blow up in my face and make everything worse. So in my mind, if something that happened TO ME on a LOCAL LEVEL wasn't enough to be believed, how the hell was I going to get anywhere with an online crime with a person that I wasn't even sure existed at all, from an entirely different country? I racked my brain between the stress I was dealing with IRL to figure out what I should do, or if I should do anything at all, whether I was being played, who I'd contact, how I'd contact them (calling internationally even online was harder back then), etc. No, I didn't handle that situation well. Because I legitimately didn't know what to do. I didn't just "brush it off". It stressed me to no end. All I could think to do at that time was continue to probe "Tara" for any sort of solid proof on whether she was real or not.
LILY KNEW ABOUT TARA'S SEXUAL DEVIANCY THE ENTIRE TIME.
WHICH IS PART OF WHY I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS. LILY KNEW AND ACTED LIKE IT WAS NORMAL. THIS IS NOT THE ONLY INSTANCE OF THIS HAPPENING.
The biggest question I have right now is thus:
WHY WOULD YOU GET DRUNK ON A PUBLIC STREAM WHEN YOU'RE JUGGLING THIS MANY LIES?
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Dear Miss Madisyn May,
I don't know if I totally understand how Gala's work, and when I don't understand something I usually hesitate and lurk around, but I've been following your's and worked up the nerve to send you a message. I first found Pink Scarf on A03, and it is something I go back and reread when I want cheering up or inspiration. Like so many I was immediately captivated by your writing and I love your newest fic Broken Glass and also the epilogues/one-shots/shorts you've written. I'm relatively new to active fandom, I have been a lurker for the last few years reading here and there, I feel like I came to fic late in life (32-33ish) and only just started writing it last fall. It has become one of my favorite pastimes and I wish I had found it sooner, but oh well.
I was wondering if you would be willing to share your own process for how you map out where your stories will go and how you work out plots, or find inspiration and work through writer's block, and/or honestly any advice you'd give someone starting out writing fic.
cheers,
norah
A little black-tie a little black-tie E and Frank ready for your Gala...
Dear Lil’ Miss Darlin’ Norah,
Firstly, I’m sorry this took me a million trillion years to respond to!! This is the sweetest and loveliest, and thank you for coming by to share and ask such a great question!! 💜 I, too, came to fic late(ish) and was also most definitely a lurker, so I can very much relate.
Oooh, boy, my writing process is a bit of a mess, honestly. I wish I could say that I was a super outliner/organized writer, but that’s just not who I am, and I think trying to be that writer got in my way for a very long time. I find that I get stifled if I’m outlining really specifically because my brain tries to lock everything in even if the story needs to go in another direction. So for me, I take more of an organic approach.
I tend to think in scenes or beats that I want to hit instead. Often, my ideas start from daydreams, so it’ll begin with a “scene” that I then want to build a story around. Sometimes that scene is really clear but may not happen for many chapters into a fic, so I have to figure out how I actually get my characters there. But giving myself time to daydream is one of the most important things to me as a writer. Usually when I’m having trouble figuring out a scene or arc or pushing through the writing, it’s often because I literally haven’t closed my eyes and laid down and let it play out in my head.
And inspiration can come from almost anywhere! Writing Elvis in particular, I’m heavily inspired by historical events and personal anecdotes. I love weaving real moments into my E fics!! There are honestly too many to count for PS.
For Broken Glass, Dolores came to me first as a character and I was like, “hmmm, that’s interesting,” and I am super fascinated by E’s health journey, so I was like, how do I put those together?
Songs are also often big sources of inspiration, like with Power of My Love and Without Love for PS. I try to consume a lot of media too, which gets my brain going—what I mean by that is the more I’m reading books and fics and watching shows/movies and listening to music, the more goes in my brain bank, so to speak.
I am by no means an expert, or even a professional writer (yet!), so this is just part of my process which (usually) works for me. Take of that what you will, but of course every writer is different and there is no one “right” way. I definitely struggle with perfectionism, and that tends to be my biggest source of “blocks” or frustration. So I’ve found that I just need to write. Practice. Get something on the page, even if it sucks lol! Cuz I’m always gonna go back and revise and tweak it anyway.
Anyway, I hope that’s helpful! Thank you so much for supporting my little stories and wishing you all the best in your writing adventures! 💜 Feel free to drop in my DMs if you have other questions or tag me in your works!
And I looooove me some black tie E and Frank!! To have been in that room…phew! 🥰😏🤩
💗 Madi
#Madi’s get to know me gala 💗#elvis#elvis presley#if you’re looking for trouble#you came to the right place#elvis 2022#elvis movie#elvis presley x reader#austin butler elvis#elvis x reader#answered#ask
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