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inactivewattpadauthor · 1 month

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Sub-Zero x Apprentice Reader: Father Figure

Young reader is an apprentice under Kuai Liang.

Warning: Your dad is an asshole just for this fic. (If he is irl my condolences) ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Evening hits as the ice clan is dismissed from class for today. Training today was smooth, though you were still lacking behind. You didn't worry about it, though. It wasn't like the Grandmaster would be cruel to send you out to battle unprepared.

All your peers were leaving, yet you lacked behind as you weren't that eager to walk all the way home by yourself again. It's an everyday thing for you, but still, you were always paranoid. Even if you did have friends outside of training sessions, no one goes the same way as you.

Glancing around, you spot the Grandmaster doing his own thing, not appearing busy. Surely it wouldn't hurt to ask him, right?

Isn't he supposed to care about his students?

Shyly walking to him - shuffling your boots through the snow - you got your words together for what you'd request.

Kuai sees you approaching and stops what he's doing, the master cryomancer wondering what you were up to. "Greetings, Y/n. Did you need something?"

"Yes, Grandmaster. Could you... walk me home?" You felt yourself shrinking. Now that you've asked, it felt shameful. "If you want- I don't want to bother you. I just don't like walking by myself." The excuses made you feel all the more flustered.

Kuai didn't see such an issue, though. Maybe you could use the company. Besides, he wasn't doing much at the moment. It'd be nice to interact with another student other than Frost for once.

"Very well." He shrugs. It was just that easy.

One new thing he gets to learn about you during the walk is that your village is a little far from the Lin Kuei palace. Dangerous, too. Somehow, you still had a decent attendance.

Safely escorted to your cabin, you stepped on the frozen doormat before you look back at him and bowed. "Thanks for walking with me. Shall I try to bring you some tea or a snack before you go?"

"No thanks." Kuai politely turned down. "Are you here by yourself?"

You frowned and looked to the side. "Err, my dad is inside, but I'm sure he's likely asleep. I shouldn't bother him."

The scarred man's brows narrowed but he wasn't going to press it too much. "How come he doesn't walk you to training?"

"He's busy like all of us." You answered.

"Hm. Well, I'll come get you tomorrow." That sounds more like a command than offer.

Still, you had to think for a second. Anything unplanned or unusual is inconvenient, something you picked up from behavior.

"Be here early." You tell your Grandmaster, and he nods before walking away from your cabin, returning to his palace.

---Next Morning---

You've woken up and already did some morning stretches. You hurried, yet quietly, packed up your items for today. Kuai Liang should be almost here right about now as you two planned. You just hope your dad wasn't awake at this important time-

"Well, good morning to you." You hear the same patronizing voice.

"Morning." You responded, walking to the door and not looking back until he stops you.

"Don't you leave the house a little later? Why are you leaving this early?" The side of your eye could see him cross his arms, staring dead at you.

"So I could start training early." You say with an unintentional attitude.

"If you don't want to be near me, you can just say that."

You look at your father with absurdity. "I didn't even say that, I just said I was going to train early."

He nods and walks to the couch. "Right. You keep talking to me with that tone."

"Whatever, dad." You mutter without thinking. Not such a good move.

You flinched at the loud sound behind you and you didn't know if he slammed something off the table or flipped it over. Your eyes remained glued on the door.

"Just get the hell out of my house. Go!"

Your lips quivered and you turned the doorknob, opening the door and completely froze up when you see your mentor right there.

His inarticulate eyes fall on you, and though your face was shocked, he could see the distress.

It was a brief silence. You could tell that your father behind you was also surprised as well, before he spoke up to the powerful man.

"Grandmaster Kuai Liang. What a surprise you're at my house at this time... Did you need my daughter?"

Kuai glares at your dad with hidden judgement. "I'm here to make sure she walks safely to her academy. Something you are unable to do. And I'd appreciate if you don't treat my pupil like that."

The second Sub-zero gently guides you to his side as if protecting you from your own kin's foul vibe.

"It's nice meeting you, Mr. L/N. I hope next time, you better yourself." Not that you noticed really, but his tone held a threat to your dad.

Shutting the door behind you two, Kuai holds your hand and guides the way.

"Is he always like that?" He questions you before his tone gets darkly concerning. "Does he put his hands on you?"

"Not anymore. I'm too old for that." You groaned. "But I don't know his issue. He just... He's never happy."

"And that gives him the reason to treat you like your beneath him? That's not how a father treats his daughter."

You already knew that. You were just unlucky in this life. Noticing your frown, he squeezes your hand slightly.

"I'll train you to be the best cryomancer this realm has, and your father will regret treating you as he does. And I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you." The ice man promises you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fun fact: I was originally gonna make this a Raiden fic but I rarely write about the grandmasters.

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk imagine #mortal kombat imagines #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #sub zero x reader #sub zero #sub zero x y/n #sub zero x you #kuai liang #goddesswritings

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sl4sh3rsub · 1 year

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asa emory hcs (nsfw: mdni)

asa emory/ the collector x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warning: all sorts of shit honestly. probably inaccurate bug references. dom/sub + master/pet dynamics, allusions to needles? (potential piercings + tattoos), p in v + allusions to anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), oral sex, various sex toys (butt plugs, dildos, undescribed restraints, vibrator), blood kink (period, knife kink), mention of scarification, musk/scent kink, exhibitionism, slight somnophilia, edging, boot humping, cock worship (asa recieving), power imbalance, overstimulation, cum eating, using cum as lube, mentions of hrt in ftm/mtf section

a/n: first time posting writing. sorta edited. thx to all my friends who helped it come together. does not adhere to the collector movie canon exactly, does reference arkin and hotel argento. NOTE: feel free to read any sections, tried my best to not use gendered terms in agab sections but lmk how i can improve :3

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf different sections = different content, tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

asa emory loves your body no matter what. stretch marks, freckles, acne, scars and all. you are his precious specimen - his perfection - and anyone who disagrees will have hell to pay

no matter chest size, asa is gonna be head over heels if you have nipple piercings - extra sensitive nipples, shiny, metallic tasting? what's not to love. he may just be tempted to give you some himself, if you'll let him

asa definitely has a dick piercing, a beautiful prince albert to be exact. he loves having the cool metal heating up on your tongue whenever you're on your knees for him

if he lets you wear any underwear once you're his, they're definitely gonna have mysterious cum stains from him 'borrowing' them

asa is a whore for blood play! knives and blades that only just break the skin, not enough to cause serious harm or leave too many scars - as amazing as his plaything is, unfortunately you don't have that much space on your body to mark up permanently. he wants to keep you in the form he came upon originally :(

on that note, the one time he will dig a little deeper with the blade is to place his initials 'A. E.' on you

he definitely wants to scent mark you with pheromones and whatnot - just like his cecropia moths. however, due to human bodies being unable to do so, he may decide to cum on you over and over to drench you in his unique scent - or may just give you his worn, unwashed clothing (especially underwear) that smells like his sweat and heavy musk from throughout the day

in the true entomologist fashion, he adores laying you out and positioning you in very specific, precise ways - he simply wants to worship his precious pet in the best way he knows how. does not matter if you are fragile or not, he will show some rare gentleness and arrange you on the bed as if you are the most delicate being to grace this earth

when asa gives you head as a reward, he'll have to exercise extreme restraint as he tends to get a liiiiittle drunk off your taste, making his head game sloppy and his eyes roll back. he will definitely start humping the mattress and grunting, but don't let him know you notice <3

if he has previously kept you in the hotel or his basement with no escape, asa will eventually get upset that you have lost your glow that he originally admired. he'll drag you out into the outside world and seize the chance to ravish his darling in the sunlight!

asa emory, being a possessive dom, will probably fuck you in front of arkin while said man is trapped in the hotel. forcing the prisoner to watch while he pleasures you, just out of arkin's reach. asa probably has to hold himself back from cumming immediately when you whine and moan on his cock, taunting a heavily turned on and flustered arkin. emory is definitely an exhibitionist

as previously mentioned, asa has a big musk/scent kink. he would much rather lean back, watch you rub your face against his bulge and make out with his half-hard cock through his pants than to properly make out with you. what a romantic. his number one objective of every day is to have you press your cheek against his crotch and make eye contact with him at least once :3

if he ever takes off the mask around you, he would love it more than anything for you to muss up his hair a little and grip his hair at the scalp while humping into his mouth <3

if you let asa design a tattoo for you, he will die a happy man. preferably one on your lower back, with intricate details of insects that remind him of you - dragonfly, moth or butterfly wings, cicada or mantis legs and other various beauties of all types to decorate his perfection's body? god, he cannot wait to fuck you from behind..

asa fuckin adores digging his nails into your hips and it makes his cock throb whenever you bury your face into his neck and moan into his ear

once in a blue moon, emory allows you to tie his wrists together and ride him as hard as you want

asa is the definition of an experimentalist and is also not at all shy about fucking you in open places or in front of others in the hotel, but he definitely prefers a more private setting to properly treat his sweet, little plaything to an experience he curated specifically for you<3

he needs you to cockwarm him however possible after a long day - with your holes preferably (his pet's warmth is his idea of heaven), but if he was a little too rough the night before and it's too painful for you, asa is more than okay to use your wet mouth. shit, he'd even be happy to have you sit naked on his lap and hold you close while fucking your thighs

he'll probably palm himself to the sight of you while you're sleeping in his shirts <3 he'd kiss and nip his way down to your thighs, getting you all needy for him when you do finally wake up, content to listen to your little whimpers and moans in your sleep. however, he'd hate to properly initiate anything - asa wants you fully awake to experience everything he has to give you

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amab hcs

oh lord, asa would be the biggest fan of edging you and teasing you with his mouth - nips at your balls and relentless swirls with his tongue around your cockhead

he impulsively swallows all your cum when giving you head, he can't just let the precious liquid go to waste :( you'd best pretend you don't see him licking his lips and fingers after giving you a handjob

his favourite punishment is to strap a vibrator to the tip of your dick. just watching you squirm and cry, leaking precum everywhere makes him so thankful that he kept you alive

asa prefers to keep your tight ass opened up for him at all hours of the day, so a shiny buttplug does the job. not to mention the amusement he gets from tapping it while you bend over and the heat that stirs in his gut from seeing you go braindead from the vibrations. he loves your eye colour but he much prefers the sight of it rolled back into your skull

he loves the delicious scent of you, so of course he is going to make you wear one of his (clean) shirts while he ruthlessly fucks you from behind. the scent seeping into the material is irreplaceable for him - your sweat, the salt of your tears and the musk of your arousal.. what he'd do to bathe in it permanently

emory will make you get on your knees, humping his grimy and bloody boot and worshipping his clothed cock with your mouth. the laces rub against your shaft so sweetly and his fingers digging into your scalp nearly makes you dirty his boot even further

he much prefers having you naked while he is at least somewhat clothed - the power imbalance makes his head spin and the sadistic thrill he gets from seeing truly how aroused you get while he humiliates you makes him chuckle. you can't hide anything from this man, he enjoys the shame that rips through you far too much

asa will guide you through giving him head and taking him down your throat - especially if you had not had much experience with another man. he's not small in any aspect and he'd hate to ruin you so easily, he still wants to hear all the pretty noises that spill from those lips :(

he is definitely the type to kiss and nip at your lips while he overstimulates you, stretching you to your limits but offering enough comfort to not destroy you - not yet at least. he'll only let up when you whine and beg exactly the way he demands, so be ready to have a hoarse throat tomorrow (not that it's an unusual occurrence)

asa adores fucking you in missionary - he loves when you cum all over both your chests, not to mention the giddy feeling he gets when he pulls out and finishes all over your tummy, mixing your spend together. what can i say, he's a romantic

he's constantly tormented about how to go about prepping your hole - should he work you open with his fingers and tongue after not being filled for a while or should he just keep a plug in you all hours of the day, just for availability and easy access <3

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afab hcs

asa emory is definitely a clit slapper, ten thousand percent. not just for your pleasure - no, he's not that selfless - it's also for the soft sound of your sloppy pussy drenching his firm hand

he would only give you a smaller sized dildo - he wants to keep you wet for easy access and also because nothing and no one except him can have the privilege of filling you up the way he does. a smaller toy would be able to temporarily satiate your need for his dick but it doesn't come near the actual thing, as he still gets the thrill of properly stretching you out

on that note: if you are more into size than most, he doesn't allow to access to any bigger dildos whenever you're alone - asa will let you fuck extremely large dildos but only in front of him. he'll make you cockwarm him to prep your little hole (he has to get something out of it, why not cum in you too? some extra lube would never hurt..)

asa gets pussy drunk so easily :( if asa wants to eat you out, he'll do it. no matter the time of day, he's gonna lap at your cunt until he's had his fill and no one can come between him and his ambrosia

he would carve 'property of asa emory' into the skin directly over your womb. he already marks you from the inside every night, but he'll never allow anyone to have the pleasure of experiencing that firsthand. no, he needed a more visual mark for all to see

when he wants to tease you, asa will make you all wet and sticky just to use your pretty pussy to get off. he's not nice enough to fuck you every time you need, but he'd be more than happy to slide his cock against your wetness. he needs to keep you nice and slicked up though, so of course he'll bump your clit with his tip!

he fuckin loves it when you're on your period. extra slick, blood and sensitivity? is this heaven?? his hands are big and warm enough usually, but when he holds you tight against him with his hot palms against your tummy, the noises that leave your lips make him throb deep inside you. he'll even doodle little bugs on your skin with his finger in the drying crimson

as mentioned earlier, asa is the only person who is able to fill you up. he will do everything in power to bump your cervix with every single thrust, whether it be with his fingers or his thick cock. he's determined to make you breathless, and he is a menace about it, too

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ftm hcs

asa will find a way to procure a breast pump for your thick little cock! he wants it to be just the right size to roll around his tongue and he needs to suckle in such a precise way - he's got it down to an art, truly

he loves to sit you between his legs and jerk you off while his attention is on a new insect study on his desktop. the wetness and quiet breaths coming from his pet in between his thighs.. it makes his dick hard so quickly when you're a good, needy boy for him

if you're taking testosterone, he would help you take it on your schedule. of course, he'd use the needle even if you're afraid - he's right there, so there's nothing to be scared of <3

he loves to document the transition of his handsomest plaything! he'll take intimate polaroids of your cock and hair growth and you can bet he's gonna frame and arrange them in displays in your own little gallery

although he is as sadistic as normal, he also loves flicking your dick lightly and slowly fingering your boycunt until you're tearing up from the gentle stimulation

if asa catches you touching yourself without permission, he's gonna be mean about it! you wanna touch him? hm? after all you've done? too bad, he's gonna make you watch while he strokes his leaking cock in front of your face - just enough to let you smell the pre smeared all over his hand but not close enough to touch. he'll make you kneel there in front of him as he cums loudly. if he's feeling generous, he'll let you desperately lick up the mess he made all over his fingers and tummy

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mtf hcs

if you prefer to wear makeup, asa will keep you in an area where you have access to a mirror and necessary supplies - similar to the room in the collection. he can't have his pretty pet feeling down, what kind of master would that make him?

he has a secret fantasy of bottoming for you - asa has never had the chance to take a girlcock and it's about time he tries something new..

he adores how you sound and feel whenever he's edging you into oblivion, especially when your moans get higher in pitch

asa adores using cum to lube up his prettiest pet's hole! doesn't matter if it's his or yours honestly, he finds it both hot and functional

he loves to take hairs from your pillowcase and display them proudly in chronological order to show how much it's grown (he's a little freak let it slide)

asa definitely has a pink, heart-shaped glass buttplug for his little plaything - a present for his beloved girl, his beautiful specimen

if you're taking estrogen, asa would help you take it on your schedule. of course, he'd use the needle even if you're afraid - he's right there, so there's nothing to be scared of <3

his favourite past time is recording your beautiful moans and whimpers for him to replay whenever he needs to get off quickly. it takes all of his restraint to not grunt loudly or let the sound of his hips smacking your ass get too loud - he doesn't want to ruin your perfection in its most natural state

asa adores cumming all over your body and decorating you with a part of him. seeing your hair mussed and a glistening sweat sheen all over his body.. he truly believes that this is your intended form

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thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

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etirabys · 1 year

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I've been absent from tumblr for nine days because I was in Philly for a 800 person twitter con (whose constituents roughly map onto the rationalist tumblr diaspora, culturally). I was tweeting up a storm in conjunction with meeting twitter people irl and barely checked tumblr.

The con itself stretched over a long weekend, but I arrived four days early for preparties and stayed two days for postparties. I am on the plane right now, returning home. I got about twelve weeks of normal socializing in nine days. In the last four days I was taking small amounts of Ritalin to get through the day. That sounds bad, but that's how much I valued talking to weird internet people and having unique interactions that you cannot have outside of festivals.

The last iteration of this con last year had 300 attendees. At the time, I had 180 twitter followers, mostly from the times tumblr melted down and everyone including me advertised where they were elsewhere, as insurance. I munchkinned the hell out of socializing at the first con, got an additional 100 active followers that provided enough attention for a self-sustaining poasting reaction, and am at 2500 now.

I'm approximately the same person on twitter that I am on tumblr, except I don't post my erotica (my twitter followers skew more heavily male, so I'm less willing to be sexual) and I'm more strategic about seeking clout. I like to think I stay away from the clout-chasing things I find really gross (like having takes about politics nonstop, or starting beef), but I currently treat getting twitter followers as an enjoyable game.

It's nice to have a place where I'm explicitly seeking power, as it is nice to have a place (here on tumblr) where I'm explicitly not. My tentative plan is to hit 10-20K and then push the "trying" lever to off. I know a number of "microcelebrities" who get no stalkers or murder threats, but can go to just about any major city and have a place to crash, or people to show them around. That is what I want for myself.

I explain this not very flattering thing as context for what the con was like for me.

Most of the time, I exist socially the way most people do – avoiding risks and being discreet with dissent to keep the peace. I think people go to events like this one or Burning Man to get a freaking break from having to do this – as long as the con is full of reasonably mature and interesting people, the atmosphere becomes wonderful when they coordinate to drop the pretense for a week. I ran into a person who had a bad interaction with my acquaintance a few years ago, and told him I thought poorly of his actions but wanted to hear his side of the story. (The ensuing interaction was illuminating and pleasant.) A guy came up to me and observed that he'd made several conversational bids this year and last year, I had seemed to dislike this every time, and asked if I would prefer he never approach me again. We proceeded to have an extremely autistic debugging conversation, in front of several of his friends, about whether we should speak again in the future. (The solution: yes, he can try again, but pick a question from Askhole – don't inflict small talk on me.) I ran up to Famously Evil-Alien-Vibes-Having Economist Robin Hanson and said, "I have nothing to say to you in particular, but I find you interesting and I want to hang out," and then we argued for an hour about the fertility crisis. After asking for blessing to say something negative, I told a blogger whose blog post that I'd otherwise really liked that there had been one aspect that I found disingenuous. We had a good back and forth after I said this.

What I found so addictive about this con is that my popularity-seeking drive and my honesty-seeking drive – both of which I somewhat repress most of the time – were not only expressible, but in harmony. It is quite inappropriate to be super open and openly autistic in most social contexts. Here, I could say exactly what I meant, and as long as I delivered it in the right way, people would like me for it. The conversation where the guy started with "You don't seem to like me, should I never talk to you again?" should by most predictive measures have been awkward and unpleasant – but I got the sense, steadily, that he (and his friend who eventually joined in) liked me for how I was responding to him. All I had to do was, literally, just say what I really thought, and it somehow all worked out.

#rambl #meanwhile on twitter #2023vibecamp #about

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brb-on-a-quest · 2 months

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So the other day I made a post about writing fanfiction about Dante's Inferno, and I've come to you all with about 3 weeks left in the deadline to ask whether it's good enough plot-wise to submit (because I'm a coward and I don't trust my own judgment and to share my writing with people who know me IRL is kind of a nightmare). So I ask, if people have time, for gentle critiques or whether I should toss it into the eternal fire (I'll save the jokes). One massive thing about it is that it's 800 words over length, so I may have to double-submit it (because that's an option for us, it just counts as double the points and I don't trust my writing that much), or talk to my professor and see if he can help me decide what to cut.

It's about 2.2k in length, and trigger warnings that it takes place in hell, so there are mentions of violence and abuse, but it is very light.

A Modern Pilgrim’s Guide to Hell

By brb-on-a-quest

He had found me while I was walking in the woods; I had strayed far from the safe arms of campus and ran into sight of three mafiosi: one who barked like a wolf and told me to “go to hell,” one who barked like a leopard, and the final one shook his lion-like mane as he told me to “turn around and don’t come back here for the sake of your soul.”

I, not wishing to be murdered on a fine day, turned around and walked in the other direction. The woods grew more vast and dark. My shoes crunched on twigs and leaves and I realized I, somehow, had turned off very far from the way I had come, and I was unsure how to get home.

All too conveniently, he had appeared. “You look lost; can I help?” Before me stood a man in a gray suit, the hair all but gone from the top of his glossy head. The moon illuminated his presence, making him seem somewhat transparent and ethereal. He was smiling at me in a sort of familiar, grandfatherly way that made me want to trust him, despite alarm bells ringing.

“No.” I was not going to walk with a strange man, even if I was lost. I wasn’t about to get murdered-

My stomach grumbled, I realized I hadn’t eaten that day and must have been near dinner now. The spirit was willing, but the flesh was hungry. “If you could point me back in the direction of campus, that would be great.”

“Alright, prepare for a journey through hell.” He laughed. “I’ll get you home eventually.”

I blinked, chuckling awkwardly. Please let that be an exaggeration.

“I’m sorry, I believe I didn’t get your name.” The woods were getting darker as we moved away from the mafiosi. There was a building, several yards ahead, that the stranger seemed to veer towards. Raindrops came through the thick canopy and hit my face, shoulders, and hair, at first intermittently before progressing all at once.

“Ah, yes, pardon, where are my manners? It’s Clive. C.S. Lewis.” He turned around. “I was sent here by a friend of yours. John Tolkien?” “John Tolkien?” I blinked. “As in J.R.R. Tolkien?” “Well, he goes by Jolkein Rolkien Rolkien Tolkien nowadays after seeing that go ‘round the Internet, but yes, the very one.”

“He considers us friends?”

“You visited his grave once when you traveled to our homeland last year and prayed for his soul; one doesn’t forget that kindness; therefore, he’s decided to help you with that writing inspiration you were asking about the other day. Regrettably, he can’t meet you until much later, but he does send his regards.”

“And you’re C.S.-right? Oh my god.” My jaw dropped as I finally put the two pieces together. “You’re the Clive Staples Lewis. You wrote my entire childhood. I loved the Chronicles of Narnia-” The words tumbled out of my face rapidly, like a cascade of water over rocks. “My Dad would read your stories to me every night. And now you’re here. This is a dream. I must be dreaming.”

C.S. gave a little bow, with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. “Oh, I know. Happy to be of service. Please call me C.S.-- it sounds a bit nicer than Clive Staples, don’t you think?”

I nodded, my body felt too airy to fully speak all of the words I was thinking. After a moment’s pause, C.S. gestured to the building ahead of us, “Now, shall we continue? I’d rather get out of this rain before going forward.”

I heard the screams first before we had toed the lines over the threshold. Loud, guttural screams rang in my? ears and made my heart stop beating for a moment. “What is that?” My voice was warbling. I hadn’t heard that much raw emotion in a single cry for months.

“The damned, the poor devils.” C.S. shook his head.

It was then I took notice of the building in front of us. It could barely be qualified as a shed. There were profanities graffitied all over the side of the building, looking as if it was dripping and blurring in the rain that beat against it. Shingle pieces fell off the roof, rust corroded away most of the metal pipes. We approached the door that looked slightly off-center in the proportions of the building and had words etched into its wooden panels. Or it did at one point, they had been clawed through multiple times so that it took more effort to try and follow what it had once read:

Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here.

“This looks like a haunted house. Or a mob front.” I chuckled awkwardly, partially to my guide and partially to myself, as a way to cope with the awkward feelings in my throat. The wet grass did not mix well with the strong odors of paint that always gave me a migraine. Perhaps I have been duped. And I let myself be duped. But then how would he know about the Tolkien Trip-? My thoughts were cut off by the doorknob shrieking, the noise grating against my poor ears.

He entered, and my feet followed, though my spirit was unwilling. The shed was surprisingly spartan on the inside. Chairs lined the wall and went down the middle. Heat blasted against my face, burned my skin, and my clothes instantly felt dry.

My guide went up to speak with the front desk, and bade me to follow him. “Stay close, no good getting separated here.”

I scowled, my rage rising to the roof of my mouth with its iron taste. I just wanted to write my paper and maybe scroll through social media for a while; I didn’t want to go on an entire spiritual journey. I don’t have time to go on a spiritual journey. I have to write my final paper and check my messages.

I didn’t hear what C.S. told the front desk, where a half-bull, half-man creature sat flicking a whip at one of the souls in front of him, marking him with a certain number of lashes. One. Two. Three. My skin jumped with every crack. I turned my face to bury it in my guide’s shoulder. C.S. grabbed my hand and squeezed as Minos grumbled something about ‘upper management interference’ and flicked his whip in the direction of the wall. It opened to reveal another room. “That would be the second circle of hell. Come with me, please.” C.S. started pulling me closer to the door.

The heat grew more intense, and I squinted to avoid it blowing into my eyes too much. The smell of smoke and burning brown muck overpowered my nostrils. Something squished audibly underneath my shoes, and I recoiled at the sound. Ahead of me, I saw many creatures furiously smashing away on keyboards attached to these boxy computer monitors from the 90s. Most of them were round and bulbous. Their chins bled into their necks, and the fat dangled from their arm-like appendages and stomachs. Horns emerged from the top of their head and curled around to pierce them at the temple.

“What are they?” I shuddered, all the input overloading my senses until I wanted to scream.

“It would be better to ask what they once were,” C.S. said as he took my hand and patted it comfortingly.

Instinctively I knew that they, like me, had been human once. “This isn’t what I thought hell would be like.” I mean, it was and it wasn’t. Sure, it was uncomfortable, but when I read Dante’s version, I had imagined much worse.

“Times change. God’s divine justice doesn’t change, but sinners do; the way they need to be punished will vary differently.” C.S. said very matter-of-factly.

Suddenly, a ding rang throughout the room and the goblin-esque figures began to cry out with one voice, a shriek of eternal wrath and pain cuts appeared across their skin. I jumped and hid behind my guide. “What’s going on?��

“Ah, a new message.” C.S. patted my head thoughtfully. “Don’t worry, they’re too absorbed in their own worlds to hurt you.”

“What’s going on?” I repeated.

“These souls have committed sins using technology for evil intentions. Cyberbullying, harassing, wrath, lust, and envy.”

“And their punishment is to continue what they did in life?” I edged out from behind C.S.’, taking another hard look.

“They prioritized screen time over God, so God allowed them to reap the consequences of that choice. Come, I promise, they’re too caught up in their screens to notice anyone around them, and we have more things to see before we’re done.” C.S. grabbed my hand, and I followed him, cringing at the squishing noises underneath my feet made by this ooze. Looking over their shoulders, I saw sausage-like fingers furiously typing at janky keyboards, long paragraphs filled with profanities, uncharitable arguments, and negative emojis. Whoever they were messaging seemed only to goad them on further into their hell, as none of the souls even turned to give me a momentary glance.

“There’s no rest for the internet troll, thus they do not deserve any in the afterlife.”

At least I’m not like them. I felt a mix of pity mixed with disgust at the damned souls that were grumbling and typing away at either side of me. There was one up ahead who had a very coppery orange tan that made his hair look even more bleached. Is that… Donald Trump? I didn’t know he had died. I had the temptation to poke him on the shoulder, to grab his attention, to ask their name, and to strike up a conversation. The oozing pus dripping down their back and their broken, hunched posture made my mouth feel dry. I started reaching out anyway before C.S. Lewis smacked my hand. “It’s not recommended. There will be others who will be more gracious in terms of talking to you.”

I followed him, feeling meek as a rebuked child. We entered a new room that was completely barren, minus the souls existing there. Some of them were tearing at their hair and shrieking like banshees. Others were lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, half immersed in this squished mixture.

“What is happening here?”

“Those who were addicted to their phone and neglected their growth as a person now have to live without it.” I took in a deep breath and exhaled, thinking of how my screen time on my phone had steadily increased over the past decade. A deep sense of guilt and shame struck into my very core, my former prideful thoughts coming to mock me. I am exactly like them.

“What are you doing here?” A voice came from below me. “You’re not like them.”

“I’m-” It seemed imprudent to give my actual name as I looked down at a damned soul lying face upward in the gloppy muck. “-a pilgrim.” I finished. “This is my guide.”

The soul scowled. “They’re just letting anyone in here now, aren’t they, walk around as if they own the place. This is not very swag of them.”

“I have my orders from heaven, if that does not satisfy you, take it up with management, not with us,” C.S. ordered in a very firm tone. “What’s your name?”

“I am James Charles. I am here because I spent every moment of my conscious life behind a screen, whether it was a TV, a smartphone, or a computer. I was a content creator for YouTube and TikTok.”

“It seems absurd.” I cried out. “To punish someone for being dependent on technology as we are. Our work uses screens, our recreational time uses screens, it doesn’t make sense to punish people for using tools.”

“Not their usage, but their abuse.” C.S. corrected me. “Charles, how much screen time did you get again.”

“My screen time was over 22 hours a day. I took little sleep or food except what was needed to keep me going back”

“That doesn’t sound like a sin-” I cut in, still stubborn, my personal shame rising ever higher while feeling my gut sink lower.

“I used the internet to get to other people.” James continued. “I manipulated others into believing that I was correct and a god while behind the camera while using the internet to… hurt others. Particularly the children.” His face beamed with unrepentance. “They were so deliciously young-” Disgust choked me and I turned back to hide and swallow the rising bile in my throat. I had seen the news articles, about how the internet had turned on this man when the scandals had erupted. His consequential suicide had been in the news for about a week, with more and more details of victims' stories emerging to only add to the horror.

I’m not like him. I’m better than- I stopped myself in my tracks. No. He’s a human who made bad choices with technology. I am also making bad choices with tech-

I clutched C.S.’s arm. “Please. I’ve learned my lesson - take me home, I’ll do better, I swear.”

“You have not seen all that is to come,” was the not-comforting reply. “But come with me, and we shall embark on this journey together. And have hope, there are still good things left to see.”

The end. For now. (Maybe might update with further circles cuz I have other ideas but that's all I "need" for the assignment.

#Dante's Inferno #writeblr #Fanfiction #The Divine Comedy #tw: mentions of abuse and some violence in the background #writers on tumblr #this is my first time writing Not Fluff really in a hot minute #Also important context: my school hypothetically has a mafia nearby #hence the mentions of campus and mafia. It's a rumor among residents.#The Inferno #dante alighieri #brb-writes #brb-life #these tags are very unorganized my apologise

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Sorry to hear you've had a rough day. Sending you good vibes and virtual hugs 🖤🖤🖤

thank you for this, darling, I super appreciate you thinking of me 🥰

some of it was honestly funny in hindsight? like, the two campus buses I have to take to get to work somehow stretched my commute into an hour each way

…I live ten minutes from my office 🙃

then I sent this job listing I really liked to the director of our professionalization committee for this year, which I knew wasn’t my exact specialization but I have other circumstances that made me think it would work, only for the director to explain I would be a super duper long shot (if I was considered at all) bc they’re actually looking for an MFA student but they didn’t outright say it in the listing

did I mention I switched to applying for my phd five years ago even though I originally wanted an mfa, I somehow thought a phd would be more practical

so then I went looking through all the job app websites I’m signed up for, and while I found a lot of openings for other specializations (ukrainian lit, italian lit, pre-1000 bce), I found maybe one or two for what’s considered the most general application of what I do

and they were both for military academies :’D which I really, uh, don’t want to work at

so then I was like “okay, boot and rally, it’s gonna be fine, let’s just finally get the committee together” and sent out an email being like “hey guys we still haven’t decided on a date to meet and it’s like month 2 of the semester, how about [x day]” bc I’m feeling really unsteady about my dissertation and I’m under a lot of pressure from my dad to finish as soon as possible, so I’ve been trying to get ahold of them for weeks now it feels like

only for my new chair to immediately be like “nope sry”

so then I got home (an hour later) (I still only live ten minutes away) and realized that I think my best friend since I was little forgot to send me a birthday present when she usually always remembers

which she’s not obligated to do obviously, we’re both adults and she’s had some stuff going on, but between that and the fact that the two friends whom I supported through their dissertation/defense periods have just, like, left - one is on the other side of the world, one might as well be - I just got feeling very lonely :’D as much as I love all my friends in my phone, it’s just kind of hard sometimes in meatspace. no one else in my family has been to graduate school before (hell, I’m the second person in my immediate family to graduate from college and the first to not fail out temporarily in the process) and sometimes I feel weird talking to my non-grad irl friends bc they treat me like I’m still in college/don’t have a real job yet (they don’t mean to, it’s just how people think of grad school in the states), so. yeah.

…and then the scary possession movie I rented to feel better turned out to be a conservative religious propaganda movie in disguise, which was just the cherry on top

(that’s the last time I rent a movie without checking imdb first)

but then the next day was better: my committee chair swung by my desk himself (we work across the hall from one another) and hung out and talked me through some of my biggest worries for a bit (and even said he liked my chapter, which was amazing bc I was afraid it was hot garbage), and my boss was really nice and gave me some cake balls from the local bakery for a belated birthday present (I can’t eat them due to food allergies but the thought counts!!), and I actually drove myself to work instead of taking one of the buses, which shouldn’t be a big deal but is for me bc I hate driving anywhere after a bad accident I had a few years ago :’D then my committee members emailed me like “hey how about next week!!” and I was like “oh phew okay” and found out one of them hasn’t been avoiding me, he’s just on teaching leave for the semester lmao (he’d sent me comments first and I hadn’t seen him since, so I was like “omg was it that bad” even though his comments were fairly chill) so I guess my lesson for the week is that I just need to be patient and let things work out

…then this morning I woke up with a migraine :’D but it’s not the worst one I’ve had so far, so. it evens out I guess!!

anyway, sorry to hurgle all this at you after your super nice ask, it’s just been A Lot. if you read this far, you’re a saint and I love you 😂🖤

cheers to the rest of this week looking better!! hopefully!!! knock on wood!!!

#nice people!!#sarah! 🖤#and then rarae says #feat. my fcs for illustrative purposes

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phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing · 2 years

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i find posts about authour and their morality bad faith as usually the people who say that are defending themselves literally jacking off to cp n rape, trying to say that cause a book about that stuff portrayed in a negative light, and how bad that is, means fic about how good it is actually is fine. if someone writes a racist book and never addresses it, that doesn't mean the authour isn't racist

Oh anon… Bad faith you say. Are you really saying all that about strangers you know nothing about in good faith, though?

Post got really long so it’s going to be under the cut.

To take a well known example, writing a book about a pedophile, written from the unreliable narrator pedophile’s perspective, did not make the author of Lolita a pedophile. In fact he married a woman 3 years younger than him, who was 21 when they met, and who also greatly helped him write and publish Lolita (even stopped him from setting the manuscript on fire a couple times, writing mood), so it be really fucking weird to make that kind of accusation.

In an interview for BBC Television in 1962, he said:

Lolita is a special favorite of mine. It was my most difficult book—the book that treated of a theme which was so distant, so remote, from my own emotional life that it gave me a special pleasure to use my combinational talent to make it real.

This is what writing about dark themes is often most about. It’s exotic in a way, it’s fascinating because taboo topics are fascinating by nature, and it’s a delicious challenge because of the distance from you, because it’s not something you’d ever experience or want to experience irl. What would it be like to feel that way? You have to stretch your imagination to make it believable. It’s fun.

Okay, maybe it’s fun for the author to write, but people who didn’t write it are also reading it and enjoying it. What about people who read those books then? Aren’t they messed up for enjoying noncon or other less than moral material? Worse, isn’t it dangerous to let people read them, in case they start getting ideas?

Let’s see… I can give you a personal example. The first erotic work I ever came across and read and found hot (I was a fairly young teenager, and it was fanfiction.net, where you never knew what to expect) was someone peeping at someone else in the shower. I thought it was really interesting, how someone’s actions might look erotic to someone else, even without them being intentional about it, and it was decently well written.

So. I was at a very “impressionable” age; yet I have never done that or wanted to do that irl. Sure, it’s hot in fiction, but I don’t particularly want to experience it with my own eyes, it would be really rude of me to try because it’s a breach of consent and that’s a major turn off. That’s what “bring your moral compass from home” means. Reading about it, where nobody gets hurt? Hot. In real life? Hell fucking nah. It’s the same with pretty much everything in erotic fiction, modulo tropes/kinks/etc that repulse you even with the safe distance from fiction; some people have a weak stomach, some people just don’t find certain things interesting, some people find cases where the grossness outweighs the hotness, etc etc, all of those are perfectly fine the important part is that we’re all different with our own levels of tolerance and enjoyment.

The important thing here is keeping things safe, sane, and consensual irl.

Additionally, people have more to them than whatever they’re reading or writing??? I have at least one friend who’s really into writing and reading piss kink, that doesn’t mean they would force me to interact with that side of them. Trust me if that was the case we would not be friends, I have sensory issues and I would have to flee very fast.

With that in mind. Assuming that “jacking off to x” is a proof of evil is pretty fucking weird imo. Sounds very conservative christian, thought crimes and all that. Thinking or reading about something means you’re secretly wanting to do it, which is basically the same as having actually done it, so you’re a criminal. (Fun fact: none of this is true. I can even say I want to kill someone and not get charged with murder.)

You know what my longest fanfiction is called? “There are no thought crimes”. What do you think it means? Why do you think I named it that?????

Now, I’ll give you one, because there’s one thing you said that I do agree with.

Can people write racist books because they’re secretly racist? Of course, but. That’s because it’s a lack of self-awareness that causes the racism in the book, a lack of care. When you’re not thinking deeply about what you’re doing, some of your beliefs may shine through. You can see it very well in Harry Potter, with big things like the goblins or the house elves and little seemingly innocuous details like girls being able to go in the boys’ dorms but not vice versa.

However, this is the result of someone who either doesn’t care or is being careless about what they’re writing. They intend something innocent or good and let slip that their vision of good includes bigoted beliefs. Purposefully writing about dark themes is a very different, and, again, much more fun and challenging experience in the first place.

Honestly anon, I don’t think I could change your mind since you already have an opinion you’re very adamant about. I’m mostly writing this for myself, because this is an excellent opportunity to make my stance clear.

If you think I’m secretly a murderer or a rapist or a pedophile because I’ve been co-writing a mafia AU where murder, rape and pedophilia happen then please just… unfollow or block me? Don’t read my works???

Your experience is yours to modulate anon, keep yourself safe and sane by using your ability to filter and consent. Not liking dark themes is fine. Not liking being challenged by themes in fiction is, while kind of a dubious omen for one’s critical thinking, also perfectly fine.

Assuming the worst of others with no basis other than their reading preferences or use of their constitutionally protected freedom of expression, or worse, accusing them of crimes, is not fine. Don’t do that. Very authoritarian. Rancid vibes.

#phoebe rambles #lemons

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Hello! can you do a scenario with fem!reader and father's best friend!namjoon? I totally understand if this is a concept you're uncomfortable with. All the armys are going crazy with the dilf!bts concept so I need to have this 😭

Tbh that's a hard concept (like absolutely don't do this irl y'all plss it's not okay if it's not fiction– go in the notes to read my PSA pls) so I had to write a bit of plot at the beginning just because I wanted to make it as less weird as possible lol

Namjoon wasn't the type of family friend you got to see a lot growing up. He was, however, the type of friend you got to hear about a lot. Your dad had spent his high school years being in a band that never really had its break, and Namjoon had apparently been the youngest member and your father's favourite. He kept talking about how he "raised" him, meaning he helped him get his first kiss and taught him about girls. Then your dad got your mum pregnant right after graduating, and they both decided to move to the US to find a job and start their family. Your family. And so your dad lost touch with his best friend.

He talked about him quite often, and you knew he had even visited once when you were still too young to have a memory of it. You had only ever seen a couple of pictures of them together; Namjoon looked like a very cringy 13-year-old with a terrible haircut. Not that your dad as a teenager looked any better. But that's beside the point. It doesn't matter what he looked like back then, today you probably wouldn't be able to even recognize him even if he passed you on the street.

"Did I tell you? My best friend moved here from Korea! The band kids are back together!"

Namjoon came back into your father's life at around the same time as you left it– moved away for college. And you kept getting all these updates on how great it was that they found each other again, how many things they did together and in general how happy your dad was. When you visited home for Christmas, Namjoon was away so you didn't run into him. And almost a year after he had moved there, you would finally meet him during the summer. Your father invited him for dinner one hot evening in July.

You opened the door to find him standing outside, your mother just a step behind to greet him. “Joonie! So glad you could make it. Come on in, come on in... Ah! As you know, this is our daughter.”

The man was tall and handsome, nothing like the pictures you had seen. And familiar. His eyes met yours and he smiled, making your blood run cold— you had seen that man before. Not even a week ago, staring at you at the bar while sipping his whiskey until you decided he was too hot and couldn’t be older than 30, so you walked up to him and gave him a napkin with your number and a lipstick stain of a kiss on it. He never called.

“Wow,” Namjoon said without his tone matching his words. “She has grown up so much.” And he looked you up and down again, checking you out kind of like he had done that night. Your entire face was burning, turning on your heels to get away. What the fuck kind of luck was that? He was your dad's friend? You hoped– you begged that he didn't recognize you. He wasn't saying anything, though his eyes kept on stealing looks, and so you thought you might have had a close escape. Until you run into each other in the kitchen. Alone. "Come here, young lady," he said in a deep voice that sent shivers down your spine. You already felt like you were in trouble. "Does your father know you go around giving your number to men almost twice your age?"

He was so close, eyes travelling lazily down your form with a smirk on his lips. "No," you choked. "I– I don't– You were staring at me, that's why I thought..."

"I was staring at you because I was trying to figure out if you were my best friend's daughter."

Hearing him say the words made your cheeks burn. Defeat. He had a logical excuse and all you had was that he was a little too much your type. And he sounded like he was scolding you, reminding you of your place. You lowered your head, really wanting to get out. "Please don't tell him."

Don't tell him I hit on you. Don't tell him I wanted to fuck you.

Namjoon didn't reply right away, but late that night you got a text from an unknown number. "I won't tell him anything."

He won't tell him anything. Perhaps that could be applied to what had already happened, or what would happen in the future.

You didn't text frequently, but you did nonetheless. And even though you were sure both of you would say they were simple, innocent texts, how innocent could they really be when the man already knew how you felt about him? Maybe you were crazy, but you thought he might like you too. Maybe he liked the fact that you liked him. It wasn't evident in anything he did or say, just the vibes you got from him those days he visited your house, or the way he looked at you when you were left alone for a second. The summer passed by so fast when every other day you met your father's best friend in one way or another.

When it was time for you to move back to the city where you attended college, Namjoon just so happened to be going there for some work too. And your parents were grateful that you had someone to travel with. The car ride was long and mostly silent. You had never been left alone for so long and suddenly you realised how hard it was to keep a conversation going without talking about how horny he made you feel just by being in the same, tight space with you. But the farther away you got from home, the less you cared about keeping your good reputation up.

"Where will you sleep tonight?" you asked him after he helped drop off all your stuff at your apartment late that night and was already at the door, ready to leave.

"I'll find a hotel," he told you, hand still on the door handle.

"You can stay here if you want to."

"Don't–" His plea was soft-spoken, in contrast to the intense way his eyes were piercing yours.

"Don't what?" you acted dumb. "All I'm saying is I'm sure dad would rather you stay instead of paying for a room. You're like family, anyway."

You noticed how he took in a deep breath, grip around the knob getting harder. "Don't bring him into this."

Saying that you two shouldn't mention your father was like admitting what was going on right now was beyond innocent. And even though your stomach clenched at his harsh tone, you bowed your head and whispered. "I'm sorry."

"This is so wrong," you heard him call loudly all of a sudden, making you look back at him. He was chewing on his lip desperately. "I was there when your dad got your mom pregnant. Do you know what I said? Fuck, man, how are you gonna get out of this bullshit? I shouldn’t be…"

You blinked at him, waiting to hear the end of the sentence. "Shouldn't be what?" You weren't gonna let him slip away that easily. You would push him until he had to say what he wanted to say. It was your only chance, anyway.

Namjoon sighed. He pushed the door closed and walked up to you steadily all while he was staring straight into your eyes. "Why did you give me your number that night?"

Your breathing was already getting heavier. You wouldn't back away. What was the point? He knew already. "Because you were hot. And I wanted you to fuck me."

He chewed his lip for a few seconds, watching your face as he contemplated his next words. "Why do you want me to stay over tonight?"

You gulped. He was so close, closer than ever. "Because you're hot," you whispered. Glance down on his lips. "And I want you to fuck me."

He closed his eyes momentarily before he was exhaling loudly. "Fucking– hell!"

And he instantly moved forward, one hand grabbing the back of your head as he brought your face to crush on his, mouths smashing against each other after all the times you had dreamed about it. It was so much better than you could have imagined, lips full and soft parting yours for his tongue to slip in between, making you moan. And you were trying to get closer and closer, almost tripping as you walked blindly further into the apartment. His jacket was discarded on the floor before your shirt joined it, and Namjoon was growling before attacking your neck with his teeth.

"Daddy..." The word truly slipped out of you, and he was pausing for a moment, pulling away to look at you.

"Really? You're really gonna call me daddy?" Your eyes were wide and cheeks burning, squirming away from him before he grabbed your wrist to keep you close. "Shit," he grunted, not sounding mad at all. "Alright, baby. Show daddy where your room is, need to get you in bed right away."

And you mewled at his words. You were there in no time, pulling the rest of your clothes off as Namjoon undressed too. Big and thick, he was even hotter like that, making you press your legs together as you took the sight in. And when he removed his boxers too, you got to found out his dick matched the rest of his body perfectly, long and thick and so hot it made your mouth water.

"Daddy," you whined as he started crawling over you. "You're so big. You're gonna tear me apart."

His large hand grabbed your jaw. "That's what you get for playing with big boys." And he kissed you ruthlessly again. His other hand travelling down your form until he found your pussy, fingers playing with your folds and humming in satisfaction. "So wet. Is that all for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy," you moaned, hips trying to grind on his hand for some more friction. "I've been wet for you since I first saw you."

"Fuck. I know, baby," he breathed into your ear, two fingers slipping slowly inside you and stretching you out. "I could tell. You weren't hiding it very well, baby. How much you wanted me to ruin you. Which is why daddy's been hard for you all this time, too." Your breath was hitching as he was moving his hands slowly, not even trying to fuck you like that, just trying to get you ready for his cock. And he stopped. "Are you gonna let daddy fuck you raw, baby?"

You almost screamed. "Fuck, yes, daddy, please! Fuck me open with your cock."

Namjoon was growling as he retrieved his fingers from inside you. "What a dirty mouth! Who taught you to speak like that, you dirty, little whore? I thought you were a good girl."

Your nails were scratching his back as you whined and squirmed underneath him. "Oh, daddy, please! I need you! I'll be good for you."

And you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance as he shushed you. "Alright then. Be a good girl for daddy and take this big cock like the good, little slut you are." And he shoved himself in you.

"O–oh my god!" you yelped. Namjoon didn't go easy on you, didn't go slow or gentle, he started pounding you fast and hard right away, truly fucking you open like you had asked him to. You were squirming underneath him but his body was so big and strong, it was caging you completely. And just to shut you up he kissed you again, tongue so deep in your mouth he was choking you. Namjoon was fucking you so hard he brought tears to your eyes, and you felt euphoric being used by him like that.

"My dirty, little cunt," he rasped after he freed your mouth. "Like taking my cock like that?" You were nodding, mewling, unable to speak. "What a good girl. Letting daddy fuck her as hard as he wants." He leaned back, grabbing your arms until he had your wrists pinned above your head and the new position gave him the ability to piston his hips against yours even faster, diving even deeper.

"Fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum," you cried, legs shaking as they fought against his abusing thrusts between them.

"So easy," Namjoon panted with a smirk. "So easy to please you. Gonna cum cuz you've never had dick like daddy's before, huh? No one's ever fucked you this good? Those little boys your age, I bet they don't know shit about pleasing a nasty girl like you." He spat on his free hand and brought it right down on your clit, pressing on it hard. And you were moaning even louder. "There you go, baby. You can cum on daddy's dick now."

"Namjoon–" you yelped, and you felt your orgasm pop, gushing all your juices over him as he kept fucking you through it. He slowed down a bit, coming down to kiss you sloppily as you continued to whine with each thrust against your sensitive, tight walls.

"That's my good girl," he whispered, kissing you almost lovingly. "Don't worry, baby. We're not nearly done yet." And his thrusts slowly got deeper and deeper. "You really shouldn't have let me fuck you, baby. Cuz now I don't ever plan on stopping."

Masterlist | Part 2

#bts #bangtan #namjoon #kim namjoon #request #rm #drabble #oneshot #smut #dilf namjoon #bts drabble #bts smut #namjoon drabble #namjoon smut #namjoon oneshot #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader

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pies-writes-and-more · 3 years

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Karasuno boys when you wander away

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Dachi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane, & Kageyama Tobio, all with a Fem!Reader

Warnings: probably some swearing but nothing besides that :)

A/N: So this is somewhat based on my IRL relationship haha. I’m very bad with just walking away or getting distracted by something and always worry my partner xD thought it would make for some cute headcanons! Let me know if you’d like more!

Haikyuu Masterlist

Tsukishima had only looked away for a moment. He walked towards a fresh fruit stand, glancing at the peaches and wondering if you wanted one to snack on on the way home. He glanced back and his lips parted to ask you, but you were no where to be seen.

His lips turned into a frown, trying not to give into that small moment of panic as his eyes scanned the outside market. You were no where to be found nearby. His heart pulsed harder against his chest as his mind reminded him of that news story of girls going missing in public places. Tsukishima pushed through people, giving half-assed apologies as he thought about you being dragged away and no one noticing. How had he not noticed? How would he find you? What should he do now?

His heart raced as he continued to look for you, giving out a small yelp when he felt someone grab his hand.

“Tsukki?” You were suddenly next to him, smiling innocently up at him. “Are you okay?”

The rush of relief that came with seeing you next to him was followed with frustration. “Idiot! Where did you wander off to?” He scolded, his hand tightening on yours.

“There was a puppy,” you admitted with slight embarrassment, smiling shyly. “I just gave him a couple of pats - he looked so lonely. Everyone was ignoring him,” you explained, nodding towards an older man who was dozing off on a bench. He had a leash in his hand and a large dog sat next to his feet, eagerly watching people was if begging for someone to pet him.

Tsukishima shook his head in disbelief, “You scared me for a dog? Moron,” he grumbled, pulling you further into the market. He didn’t want to be in such a big crowd right now.

You giggled, trying not to note the redness in his ears, “Aw I’m sorry Tsukki, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You tugged on his arm gently, trying to give him an apologetic smile but he kept looking away from you.

“Whatever, get yourself lost for all I care,” he pouted slightly and you tried your best not to laugh at how such a tall boy could act like a 4 year old.

“I’ll stay with you, promise. Won’t ever leave your side!” you insisted, clutching his arm and beaming up at him.

Tsukishima glanced at your smile, noticing it looked... almost playful? “What?” He raised an eyebrow, already knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“You care about me,” you teased, reaching up to poke his nose playfully. “You were worried about me because you careeee about me.” You had expected him to pull his arm away, stomp off until you apologized for making fun of him.

But instead he just rolled his eyes, flicking your forehead gently, “Maybe just a bit.”

That surprised you just a little, your heart skipping a beat or two in response, “I am sorry, Tsukki, I didn’t think I went off that far. It just got really crowded,” you told him sincerely, squeezing his hand gently. “But lucky for me! You’re so tall so it’s easy to find you!”

Tsukishima scoffed some more but blushed anyways, feeling now like he had overreacted, “Whatever. You’re buying me a snack to make it up to me, idiot.”

“Mmkay!” You beamed, the two of you roaming the market together. Tsukishima pretended like he had completely forgotten the whole thing, but you noticed that he never let go of your hand that easily after that. And he always kept you close in crowded areas.

So yeah, maybe Tsukishima Kei really did care for you.

Daichi is a calm cool collected dude. Calm. Cool. Collected. It was as if he was chanting these words in his brain, eyes frantically trying to find you. CALM COOL COLLECTED, he desperately tried to remind himself. Everything is FINE.

But that still didn’t answer the question: where the hell could you have gone off to?

It was one of the first big matches that Daichi ever invited you too and the crowds were 10x bigger than anything you’ve been to. Daichi’s whole body trembled with the idea that you were completely lost and waiting for him to find you.

“I’m sure she’s alright, Daichi! Y/N’s probably just exploring,” Asahi clapped a hand onto his friend’s shoulder, though Daichi could tell he was nervous too.

“Stop being such worry-bums,” Suga insisted, smacking both of their arms. “Y/N can be as scary as the rest of us! No one would pick on her!”

You were fully capable of dealing with things yourself, Daichi knew this. But he felt a surge of protective energy anytime he felt you needed him. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled to his friends, his feet quickly running around the gyms to try and catch a glimpse of you.

“Daichi!” Your voice made his eyes widen, darting around to try to find you. Suddenly, he was attacked with a full on jump hug, staggering backwards to keep them upright.

“Y-Y/N! Where’ve you been?” Daichi asked with a laugh, holding you tightly and trying to avoid showing you how nervous he was.

“Coach Ukai told me Hinata left his shoes in the bus so I went to grab it before the game! Shimizu-san and Yachi were both busy so I wanted to help!” You explained, smiling up at him while holding the little bag up for him to see. Your eyes flickered over Daichi’s for a moment, noting the slight blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t fully meet your gaze. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle, your lips turning into a little smirk, “Were you worried about me, Daichi?” You teased and laughed as his face turned even more red.

“Well I can’t win without my lucky charm on the stands,” he chuckled, ruffling your hair.

“Oh and I just thought you liked me,” Y/N shot back with a laugh. “Didn’t know it was just cause of your game.”

You turned on your heel, starting to walk back to the gym, Daichi following while stammering out a, “I-I do liked you!” He tried to laugh off his nerves, rubbing the back of his neck as he gave you a smile, “Don’t make me all nervous before a game, love!”

You two shared some more laughs as everyone warmed up, and just before you headed to the stands, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Daichi tried to play it off cool but he was wobbly the whole walk towards the team and the group of boys just laughed, all slapping his back in pride.

Unlike the Cap’n, Asahi is not calm, cool, or collected. I mean I think he’s cool but not in this sense LOL.

Asahi and you decided to have a picnic for lunch in a nearby park. But while he was setting up, you magically disappeared and Asahi felt all of his panic just intensify.

Did you? Leave him? To be on his own? Was this your way of breaking up with him?

No, Asahi tried to convince himself, you loved him. You guys had been together for almost a year now, that’s not how you’d end thins... is it?

Maybe you got lost? Did Asahi walk a little too fast to this spot? He knew sometimes you had a hard time keeping up with his long legs but he thought you had been holding his hand this whole time.

His eyes scanned the somewhat busy park. He couldn’t find you anywhere. His heart was starting to beat way too fast and his fingers were shaking while he tried to text the other third years to ask what the hell he should do.

Suga: LOL knowing Y/N she probably saw some cute chipmunk or something and stopped to take a photo of it

Daichi: don’t worry, Asahi, she’ll probably find you soon - you’re this gigantic dude in a park. I doubt she’d lose you

That didn’t help. Now Asahi was noticing how parents and kids were specifically avoiding him. His bottom lip pouted as he wondered just what he could do to seem less intimidating. Should he sit down? No, what if you were trying to see him? Sitting would only make it harder!

Just as he was considering climbing up the nearby tree to see the park from a higher distance, you popped out from some nearby bushes, holding a few wildflowers.

“Asahi?” You blinked in surprise, finding him trying to find a foothold on the tree. “Are we... eating in the tree?”

“Y/N!” The poor boy almost knocked his head on the tree when he turned around to see you, eyes widening. He immediately ran over to you and twirled you around in a hug, “God, you scared me!”

You quickly apologized profusely seeing how nervous he was, “I’m sorry, Asahi! I saw some pretty flowers over there and thought maybe it would be nice to decorate our tablecloth with!” You kiss his nose and cheeks over and over again trying to get him to calm down (but really that’s just making him more flustered).

The two of you share a gorgeous meal together, and you spend the rest of the day with his head in your lap and you braiding his hair, intertwining some of the flowers you found. The two of you talked about everything and anything and Asahi made sure from that day forward, he could always spot you. Any time you guys weren’t holding hands or standing next to each other, everyone noticed that Asahi’s eyes would dart over to you every now and then, whether consciously or unconsciously.

When he got home that night, he pressed the flowers you put in his hair in a book and kept them as a keepsake. And then gave them to you in a gift for your anniversary later.

Kageyama would start feeling panic and wouldn’t even know why. The game was starting soon and something just didn’t feel right. His muscles? No… he felt in tiptop shape. He stretched a little extra today too to make sure he wasn’t feeling stiff. His stomach? No, he made sure to have some food and milk a little earlier. And he wasn’t feeling nauseous so it couldn’t be that. His hands? No, they felt perfect in fact. He was so excited for this game earlier, he had felt the anticipation running to his fingers to just set the perfect ball. So why was he feeling so uncomfortable?

His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think about what was making him feel different. His eyes scanned the crowd unconsciously before realizing what it was.

You weren’t standing up there with the rest of the Karasuno fans.

Where the hell were you?

His feet moved towards the gym doors before Ukai yelled at him, “Where the hell do you think you’re going, Kageyama? The game is staring soon!”

Kageyama’s eyes widened, noting the whole team watching him curiously. Why did Kageyama seem so nervous? He never seemed nervous.

“Don’t worry, Kageyama, with my spikes better than ever, we’re definitely going to win!” Hinata grinned, trying to lighten the tense air in the team.

“I’m not worried, just don’t be stupid on the court,” Kageyama replied, shrugging it off. But his eyes still scanned the stands. Where were you? You had said hello to the whole and wished Kageyama luck just a few minutes ago? So how come you weren’t standing up there with Coach’s friends and Yachi?

The whistle blew to indicate the game starting and Kageyama felt his stomach turn. Why was he feeling like this? You were probably fine so what did it matter?

You had been buying some milk from the nearby vending machines to make sure that Kageyama had some after his game. You knew that he had accidentally finished all the ones he had packed earlier and had been kinda crabby about it so you thought maybe it would cheer him up. You had stood in line for the vending machine for what felt like forever but it was all worth it knowing that you could throw the milk boxes into your lunch bag to keep them cool. Knowing Kageyama would be excited about it made you really happy.

As you walked back towards the gym, you could hear cheering. Your eyes widened as you realized that the game had already started and you ran towards the stands.

“Y/N! There you are!” Yachi’s smile looked oddly nervous. Not that she wasn’t normally nervous at these games, but this one seemed different. “I think something’s wrong with Kageyama.”

Your eyes shot down to the court, seeing how stiff Kageyama looked next to everyone else. They were patting him on the back, yelling “We’ll get the next one!” and Noya screaming, “BRING IT ON!”

“He was looking for you in the stands earlier I think,” Yachi told you with a small giggle, “He looked really nervous when he couldn’t see you.”

Your heart swelled slightly, wondering if Kageyama was off his game because he hadn’t been able to see you. “Kageyama!!” You yelled from the stands, cupping your hands around your mouth. The dark haired boy’s head shot up to look at you, a sense of relief growing on his face. “You can do it!!” You screamed some more, the people on the stands behind you yelling in support.

Even from far away, you could see his lips turn upward in a smile.

Alright, you both thought to yourself. Now we can get started.

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isagisyoichi · 3 years

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how do u think the boy would be in a party😈😈

NEW RULES!

SYNOPSIS: blue lock at a party

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi, bachira, nagi, reo, rin, chigiri, naruhaya, niko, nanase, gagamaru, kunigami

WARNINGS: mentions of underage drinking and weed (but no one actually takes anything), swearing, mentions of throwing up and food, again pretend they're all friends and go to the same school because it's more fun to think that way. ooc rin maybe? idk i like pretending he's not as miserable as the manga makes him out to be 🤗 he deserves to have fun i think

A/N: no cause this was soooo fun to write tysm anon, i got through this in a flash cause i loved this suggestion sm :') literally one of the most fun requests i've ever gotten eeee!!!!! also this made me miss my irls bye corona can suck my balls fr

ISAGI YOICHI:

i feel like this would be his first big party aw lol, so he’s kind of nervous LMAO.

gets handed a beer by someone, has his first sip of it ever, and immediately spits it out. mutters “how the hell can anyone drink this?” and “discreetly” pours the rest into a bush.

mainly stays with nagi, chigiri, kunigami, and bachira and they just talk throughout the night

(bachira only sits down and talks after his energy dies down. i'll elaborate on this below the cut).

keeps asking nagi “what song is this?” throughout the night LOL. makes a mental note of what songs to add to his playlists.

slightly nods his head to the music, aw cute. goes a little harder and lip syncs/raps along when he really likes the song, though (i stand by my word when i said he loves “neon guts”)

does accidentally bump into someone, but isagi starts a convo with them after he apologizes, and they hit it off right away 🥰

but, the person left early and isagi, ever the dummy, forgets to ask for their number.

and he's actually so disappointed in himself when he realizes, too 😭

BACHIRA MEGURU:

not drunk or anything at all, but boy, the way he’s acting makes it seem like he is.

the self proclaimed “life of the party.”

can be found “dancing,” though i use that word generously because to classify whatever he’s doing as “dancing,” is a stretch, to every song, even if he doesn’t know the words LOL

really likes when throwbacks come on!!!! he does dance to the lyrics and not the beat sometimes, though 😭

but, bachira looks like he’s having so much fun, it’s so cute, he’s definitely been waiting for this moment his whole life 🥰

if you were dancing with him, bachira would 100% take you by the hand and spin you around

also forces gets isagi to dance with him but isagi’s so awkward 😭

bachira also ends up jumping in the pool sometime later that night. yells “cannonball!” and everything, like, okay michael phelps 😭

he doesn’t have extra clothes so reo has to give him some and they're so fucking big on him LOLLL

texts the groupchat “i was sooo crazy last night😂” in the morning LMAOO, okay babe calm down

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE:

takes it upon himself to make sure none of his friends die LOL

only drinks water and diet coke 👍

his mom calls in the middle of the party to ask how he's doing and bachira and nagi are doing stupid shit like yelling “pass the weed” and fake moaning 😭

isagi and chigiri tell him to tell her they say hi LOL

really likes when the dj puts on 90s/2000's r&b/hiphop songs (i'll die by my hc that kunigami's an oldies fan)

mostly sways side to side to the music, but he did also dance a little, per request of bachira, and ended up talking to a cute person a for little, too 🤗

offers to help clean up in the morning

CHIGIRI HYOUMA:

at least two drunk girls have mistaken him for their friend, and another four have asked to touch his hair.

tried to use one of reo’s many bathrooms, found a couple making out, outwardly said “gross,” and then left to find another one 😭

nods his head and taps his foot to the music, not much of a dancer.

also a people-watcher, and he points out things he sees are happening to his friends.

“guys, i think misa and her boyfriend are breaking up, look.” leave that poor girl alone bro 😭

finds himself laughing a lot that night because damn! his friends are funny, whether they try to be or not.

not really a party person, but chigiri actually had a lot of fun 🥰

NARUHAYA ASAHI:

also on the dancefloor! doesn’t really dance, per say, but he jumps up and down and does the fist pump thing 😭 he has the spirit, let's give him that.

drank a lot of soda, so he’s filled with energy. also pees in at least three of reo's bathrooms.

talks to his friends, but also makes new ones! also i feel like he takes a lot of pictures LOL. he needs the finsta content 😭

plays truth or dare, or something like that. ends up having to do some stupid shit like smack raichi’s ass and run away, but naruhaya did make out with the girl next to him, so fair trade, he thinks.

also ends up in the pool, but he’s playing chicken with gagamaru and some other people. does not win a single round, but he had fun 😇

leaves with like four plates of food and one of reo’s decorative towels for some reason???

GAGAMARU GIN:

goes through a bunch of reo's shit 😭 he's not taking anything, but he's just curious LOL

strikes up very, random conversations with a bunch of people out of nowhere, good for him!

weirdly good at darts, very good aim.

although one round, naruhaya accidentally distracted gagamaru and one of darts ended up in reo's wall 💔

“it's fine, he has the money to fix it,” naruhaya shrugs as he walks away from reo's now punctured, wall. so true bestie!

gagamaru somehow ends up giving some drunk stranger some “life-changing” advice. (whether it's good or not is debatable)

they thank gagamaru for changing their life and he never sees them again

NAGI SEISHIRO:

irritates the fuck out the dj because nagi keeps asking him to play one specific song over and over again.

it was good the first time, don't wear it out for the rest of us bae 😭

doesn't really dance, just nods his head, maybe raps along a little, too

when he talks to the girls that come up to him, nagi says stuff like “yeah, the host and i go way back, we’re best friends.”

“way back,” my ass, but whatever nagi 🤨

knocks out in one of reo’s guest rooms. someone finds him when they’re trying to look for the bathroom and they draw a mustache and a bunch of other stupid shit on him 😭

tries to leave before reo makes him help clean up in the morning. does not work 👍

dumbass also ended up losing his phone (reo bought him a new one so nagi doesn't really care)

RAICHI JINGO:

gasses himself up sooo much when he’s trying to hit on girls.

“yeah, i'm about to go D1 after high school, just wait on it,” yeah, okay raichi 🙄

also tries to show them his highlights, bye. babe, i mean this in the nicest possible way but, i do not care, can we just kiss 🙏

i feel like he’s one of those boys who likes to take his shirt off for no reason, so raichi most definitely ends up shirtless at some point of the night 😭

takes pictures with reo’s fancy cars in his garage to flex 💀 gets annoyed when reo says raichi can’t drive them. raichi doesn't even have his license 😑

plays pool and is actually not that bad. does almost accidentally blind isagi with his cue, though.

IMAMURA YUUDAI:

he's with some girls but, he’s a dummy and he didn’t know his other hoes would be there, so imamura had quite a few drinks spilled on him here and there.

still somehow leaves with like three new girls snaps, four numbers, and a bunch of lipstick stains. not even gonna lie, i respect his game.

actually a really good dancer, and he knows he looks good, too. knows the words to every drake song that comes on, argue with your mom.

lip-syncs the words to you when you dance together and it makes you more flustered than you would think 🙄

the type to pull you close and wraps his arms around your waist or around your neck

actually really fun to talk to. always in the loop with drama and stuff, so he's always got some interesting conversation topics. and he's funny 😭

MIKAGE REO:

obviously, the party’s at his house. what’s the point of having a rich teammate if you can’t exploit them for their possessions?

jokes, but reo did offer to throw it at his mansion house in the first place.

actually really likes throwing parties lmao, so he jumped at the opportunity.

posted on his snap, “party at my place su for address‼️” LOL

natural charm + raised with good manners = reo being an amazing host

but, reo does have a little group of girls following him around the entire night 👎

and it irritates the hell out of whoever reo’s trying to talk to because they’re all up on him, making it hard for reo to pay attention 😑

also doesn’t help that he entertains them and flirts back and dances with a couple of them, too

and looks good when he dances, too UGH!!!! he's the type to run his hands up and down your body while he dances with you 😣

i hate this man 👎 /j

ITOSHI RIN:

practicing. he didn’t come. sike! rin has a social life, too, come on now, y'all 🙄

talked a big game about how he wouldn’t show up then he still came anyways, like rin, what 😭??

super good at cup pong and he knows it. he keeps beating ryusei and if you look closely, rin has something reminiscent of a smirk on his face.

a foot-tapper, not a dancer, which sucks because he’s not even bad at dancing, either 👎

a couple of girls come up to rin to flirt, but rin doesn’t give them the time of day. no response or anything just a little side eye 😭

rin just talks to his friends and that’s it, really.

actually internally glad for the chance to kickback and relax for once, tbh.

but, he refuses to admit he had any semblance of fun. (he did, rin’s just a weenie 😒)

NIKO IKKI:

the team forced him to come 😭

niko’s already a homebody and he doesn’t like loud noises or large social scenes, so he wasn’t too jazzed about going somewhere where the both of those things combine.

also he's picky with music so LOL. does like that one remix to the pursuit of happiness, though

he’s a wall-stander, i hate to break it to y’all. just watched everything from a distance and didn't talk to anyone except for isagi and his friends.

bye, if you don’t get off the damn wall and dance (he'd dance with me i'm different 🥰🤗)

keeps opening and closing his phone so he looks busy but that mf is literally just going through the settings app 😭

called his mom to bring him home an hour and a half in 👎

NANASE NIJIROU:

i hate to admit it, but he’s the annoying first year that documents everything on snap bye

he’s just excited to be there but like, there is no reason for his story to be half an hour long.

i'm not watching all of that! sorry that happened to you or good for you 🤗

probably playing games like spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven. is very proud of himself for kissing four people in one night #bigmoves 🥳

stays with his group of friends and they're sooo loud and rowdy LMAOO. #firstyearthings

you can literally hear them laughing over the music, but they're having fun, so it's fine (at least of those kids hits people when they laugh too)

also dances, too! has super good energy and a natural sense of rhythm surprisingly 🥰 also a good hypeman!!!!! honestly, he's just really fun to be around tbh

overall, has a lot of fun, as you can tell by his story 😇

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fific7 · 3 years

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Even His Name - Part 1

Sirius Black x OC

Summary: Friends forever? Maybe. Maybe not.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, slight consent issues, 18+ please due to NSFW content including unprotected* sex. The age of consent in the UK is 16, sorry if that’s not in line with the laws in your own country/state.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

A/N: Looking at this photo, I can kinda see why Ben Barnes got fancast as Sirius Black. This story is non-canon and takes place in my imaginary HP AU with OC, Celeste (meaning celestial or heavenly).

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Sirius Black. Even his name was beautiful.

She watched his tall, lean figure approaching as she sat & relaxed against one of the shady trees beside the lake.

She drank in every last detail before he got too close, before her out-and-out staring was noticeable to him.

The lazily slouching but graceful walk, his long legs eating up the distance between them.

The pale, porcelain-like skin, the aristocratic cheekbones, the trendy light scruff of moustache with matching scruff along his jawline, the full sensuous lips, the famed long black wavy hair. And of course, those hypnotic grey eyes, ringed by long dark lashes. Those eyes could change like mercury, from silver to dark pewter within a heartbeat.

As he got got closer, her eyes almost totally closed, but she wasn’t dozing off, it was a ruse to disguise her intense staring. Her eyes continued to eat him up like he was a very large chocolate eclair.

It was Saturday, so no school uniform. Trademark bad-boy attire, then. Her heart sped up at the sight of the scuffed leather biker jacket, the Led Zeppelin t-shirt, distressed jeans & leather work boots. Not properly laced up... of course.

All in black, a living embodiment of his name.

She heaved a long sigh, letting it escape without thought, and her eyes closed fully.

She was aware of a shadow blocking the sunlight falling on her closed eyelids. The sound of somebody settling themselves down next to her, still partly casting a shadow onto her.

Her eyes opened a sliver, and her head rolled to the side towards him of its own accord.

“What’s the big sigh for, Celeste?” in his deep, slightly hoarse, breathy voice. The voice which sent a thousand female hearts beating like drums.

“Sirius.” She sighed again, her eyes opening slowly. “You’re blocking my sun.”

He grinned, chuckling. He gestured to his body with one hand, “This ... masterpiece... of a man joins you for a pleasant interlude by the lake, and all you can say is that I’m blocking your rays?!”

“Yeah.”

He chuckled again. “Ah c’mon, you know you love me.”

She rolled her head back to its original position. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“And maybe it’ll come true?” he smirked.

“When hell freezes over.”

He leant over, placing his head on her shoulder as he did so, puppy dog eyes in play, complete with pouted bottom lip.

“Now, you know that isn’t true. You’re desperate to get me into the sack.”

“But, Sirius,” she said innocently, “there wouldn’t be enough room in the bed for me, what with you and your massive ego already in it.”

His head shot back, his unmistakable & glorious barking laugh issuing forth & attracting the attention of every female within earshot.

“You’re hysterical,” he continued laughing, more quietly. “No, I’m Celeste,” she smirked, throwing her version of his favourite line back at him.

He groaned, “You’d use my own comeback against me? Really?”

“Every time,” she nodded.

He was grinning back at her, when she was suddenly aware of another shadow falling across her. She frowned involuntarily, looking up to see who it was. A tall Ravenclaw girl stood there, confidently smirking down at Sirius. She didn’t spare his current companion even a glance.

“Hi,” she smiled brightly at him. “Thought you’d maybe like to take a walk with me, Siri?” giving him a suggestive sideways look, all the while twirling a strand of her long brown hair round a finger.

Celeste rolled her eyes, smirking & tutting loudly. She muttered, “Pathetic,” under her breath & began to gather her books, getting ready to ‘exit stage left’.

Sirius looked over at her, smiling and laying his hand on her arm, stilling her movement.

He looked up at the other girl. “Sorry, love,” he said with a grin, “spending some one-on-one time with my best girl here.”

She still didn’t look at his ‘best girl’. “Well, why don’t I just join you here while you do that, and then we can go for a walk by ourselves afterwards?”

Sirius looked down, and Celeste knew what was coming next. He’d given her his polite brush-off, now here came the not-so-polite one.

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? I’m here with Celeste,” he said, voice harsh, glaring back up at her.

She stopped twirling that lock of hair, recoiling from his glare & tone. “Well, you know, I just thought...”

“You just thought wrong then, didn’t you! Now, run along dear, off you go.” Voice cold, eyes narrowed.

She turned on her heel and scuttled back to her little band of giggling friends. Something told Celeste that her friends wouldn’t be all that sympathetic. If there was one thing almost guaranteed to break up friendship groups, it was who did, or didn’t have, Sirius’ attention.

Celeste laughed, “Lordy, I don’t know how you put up with all that fangirling.... ‘Siri’.” she imitated the girl in a high-pitched tone. “They make me ashamed to be a woman. Don’t they have any self-respect?!”

Sirius laughed, “But Cel, they’re just rightfully worshipping ... this!” Again, one hand gesturing up & down the length of his body.

“What.. a skinny boy?” she questioned, looking him up & down, “Really? What’s the attraction then?” she laughed.

He’d sat up straight as she’d been speaking, faux offended. “Celeste! How could you? Firstly, I am a man, not a boy.”

“Sirius, you’re sixteen. You.. are.. a.. boy!”

“Nah, nah, nah! I.. am.. a.. man!” dramatically emulating her slow delivery before continuing, “And I’m nearly seventeen. Secondly, I am not skinny. I’m tall and athletic.”

“Skinny.”

“Athletic!”

She laughed. “You don’t even play Quidditch any more. So where do you get this ‘athleticism’ from? Running away from Filch and the prefects after a prank?!”

“Thank you for answering your own question!” he said, laughing back at her.

He again leant towards her, eyes boring into hers, changing to dark & stormy mode, lips so close that she felt the little huffs of his breath on her own lips as he spoke.

“Don’t fight it, Cel. Just give in and admit you want me! We’ll head to my dorm right now and spend the entire night together, having hot, sensual, sheet-tangling sex!”

She burst out laughing, turning away momentarily, eager to break the close proximity to him. “The gods love a trier, Sirius. Pity I don’t.” She looked back at him, “And no doubt one of your fangirls is already curled up under your quilt, just waiting on the god that is Sirius Black to arrive and rock her world!!”

“My bed is exclusively reserved for you.”

“OK... curled up in her bed then, waiting on Mr I Never Stay The Night to arrive.”

“You pierce my heart!”

“Sirius, you may be one of my closest friends, but I can honestly say that you, within just the last few weeks, have become a total man-whore. And a barely legal one at that.”

“Celeste!! Just bloody well admit you want me.”

“Can’t that huge ego of yours handle the fact that there’s at least one girl in this school who doesn’t drop her panties the second you look at her?!” her laughter pealed out over the surrounding area, catching the attention of and sparking the venomous jealousy of the Sirius Fangirls’ Club.

He also burst out laughing, inciting the Fangirls even more.

“Ah.... Cel, my ego is perpetually the size of a peanut whenever you’re around.” Innocence personified, wide grey eyes gazed at her. “It never gets the chance to grow any bigger.”

Then the trademark smirk appeared. “Unlike a certain other part of my anatomy.” One eyebrow quirked up at her, long fingers slinking down onto his jeans zip. She couldn’t stop her eyes following them. His lips slid upwards into a pleased grin.

“Urggghhh!” she groaned, closing her eyes briefly before starting to pack up her stuff. “On that note, I’m off!”

“Awww, don’t go! This was just about to get interesting. You almost agreed to give me a quick blowjob!”

She stood up, brushing grass off her denim cutoffs and slipping on her low wedge sandals. Sirius raked his eyes up and down her figure as she did so.

She leant back down to him, knowing full well that he was getting an eyeful down her tastefully low-cut frilly top. She had on a translucent lacy bra, and she heard his breath catch as soon as he spotted it.

Putting her lips right next to his ear, she said, “Firstly, I don’t give blowjobs to sixteen-year-old skinny boys.” She huffed out a breath onto his earlobe, “And secondly, even if I did, it would.. not.. just be a quickie, darling.”

She pulled back and stood up straight, looking down at Sirius. A deep pink blush was spreading up from his neck over the entirety of his handsome face, his mouth hung slightly open and his eyes were wide, a glazed look in them.

She grinned, starting to walk away, “Have fun with the fangirls, Sirius!”

He was still staring after her when the first wave of girlies washed over him, clamouring for his attention in various tried, tested and (to him, at that moment) very tedious ways.

They were all to be disappointed. Sirius swatted them off like they were so many irritating mosquitoes, stretching out & lying on his back with his hands crossed under his head, staring up into the blue of the early autumn sky, deep in thought.

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She leisurely strolled back to the castle, sniggering to herself at how easy it had been to wind Sirius up into a tight spring.

Her smirk dropped somewhat though, when she contemplated the bigger picture. What a shitshow.

She was slap-bang in the middle of the biggest cliché the fates had ever created. Best friend really fancies best friend, but won’t admit it in case it either doesn’t work out and/or ruins the friendship. Yeah... that old chestnut.

Sighing, she made her way to the Gryffindor common room, spotting Lily and Mary on their favourite corner sofa. She plopped herself down next to them, instantly becoming enmeshed in the girlie gossip which was currently in progress.

However her mind drifted to the beginning of that school year, their sixth, when she and Sirius had met up again after the summer holidays on the Hogwarts Express. She’d been frankly amazed at the change in him after such a short time.

From awkward, gawky schoolboy to man-god in the space of a couple of months.

She learned from him that he’d run away from Grimmauld Place at the beginning of the holidays and was now living at the Potters’. She was very glad to hear that, knowing what he’d gone through at the hands of his parents. He certainly seemed to be thriving there, having apparently sprouted quite a bit over the summer.

Everything about him suddenly seemed long & slim. Long legs and arms, with big hands and big feet to match. Long slim fingers. Long slim feet & toes which she stared at, fascinated, every time she caught a glimpse of them.

She’d instantly known that their friendship would change in future. She’d never thought of Sirius as anything except a little schoolboy buddy, but over the summer he’d emerged from his post-pubescent chrysalis as a hot, sexy teenager with shoulder-length hair, designer stubble and attitude with a capital A.

He’d always attracted a fair bit of female attention over the years. He’d never really acted on it though, too caught up in Marauders mischief to care.

But holy hell...now? All the girlies were going to go batshit crazy over him.

He’d also - right there on the train no less! - boxed her into a corner and immediately started flirting up a storm, which had mildly terrified her. This was the guy who, only two months before, had been a kind of surrogate brother figure in her life for the previous 5 years.

Now he was making sexual innuendoes and inviting her into his bed every five minutes. She just couldn’t figure out his agenda.

As predicted, at the start of term, the Hogwarts female population - irrespective of year - quickly lined up behind Sirius and adoringly dogged his every footstep. As did a fair proportion of the male population, it has to be said.

Sirius quickly accepted his new-found godlike status & revelled in it. Flirting his way around school and through classes and meals. Getting caught in broom closets, empty classrooms and corridors, snogging for Britain.

It was only 4 weeks into the new term and she already found it all mildly disgusting. Hence she’d decided to knock the flirtatious idiot back down a peg or two every chance she got.

However, his flirting behaviour with her hadn’t dialled back at all, if anything it had increased, and this is what she was pondering on.

Her name was suddenly yelled right into her face. Lily was staring at her as if she was an alien.

“Uh, sorry - what?”

“We’ve been waiting on you to answer Mary’s question, for like, 15 minutes.”

“Oh shut up! I just zoned out for a minute or two.”

Mary sniggered, “And no prizes for guessing who the subject matter of said zoning out was!!”

She sighed. “OK, OK, alright - yes - it was Sirius.”

Scoffing noises from her friends.

“Look - I just can’t get my head round the way he’s still behaving towards me. Flirting & shit.”

She shook her head, and continued, “This was my annoying little ‘school brother’ 3 months ago! So he’s either had a brain meltdown and actually fancies me, or else he’s practicing all that crap on me to then use on his fan girls! And let’s be honest, one reason’s as bad as the other!”

They both exchanged significant looks, grinning at each other.

She huffed, “What’s wrong now?! I’ve just told you what’s on my mind!”

“Can you, hand on heart, swear you don’t fancy the pants off Sirius?” asked Lily.

“Look, I can see why girls find him attractive, yeah. But you’re forgetting that for five years, he was...”

“Yeah, yeah,” interrupted Mary, rolling her eyes, “..your surrogate little brother.”

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#sirius black x reader #ben barnes #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction #ben barnes as sirius black #sirius black #sirius black fan fic

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bookofmirth · 3 years

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Let’s talk about power

Yes this is about the current fandom assholery, but I’m not going to talk about that issue in particular because it wasn’t even mentioned by OP and people are taking those comments out of context and twisting them because somehow the idea of Elain having more than two (2) friends is so threatening that they had to turn into Stretch Armstong, but OP is my friend and so this is my contribution.

What I will do, is I will break down the various power dynamics in the acotar world and why it can make some relationships more difficult than others.

The presence of different classes, races, and genders is part of the acotar world. You know how some people say “why build a fantasy world with sexism when you don’t have to?” This is what they mean. SJM has built the acotar world to be sexist, to be at least somewhat homophobic, to have this massive gaps in power between those at the top (see: Rhys) and those at the bottom (see: the water wraiths).

There are multiple types of power. In the acotar world, since that’s the relevant context, power can come from five main sources, as far as I can tell, and it’s based on what privilege a character has been afforded:

Magic - how much has the Cauldron gifted a character

Social - is the character a High Lord, a High Fae, or a lesser fae? Are they from an important family? Is there potential to inherit the court?

Racial - similar to social, but from birth. Is this character High Fae, are they lesser fae, are they Illyrian or lightsingers or Suriel etc etc.

Gender - the importance of this depends on the culture the character lives in, but we’ve seen several examples that men have power over women or nb characters (if there are any).

Political - basically High Lords versus everyone else

Knowledge is another, if lesser form of power. It’s mostly relevant when Feyre is first in Spring, which I talk about below. It’s also relevant when they need to know about ancient objects and creatures, but it isn’t valued as highly or the library priestesses would be in charge, not High Lords.

For more on power read Pierre Bourdieu. He’s quite complex and heady, so he takes some work to read, but if you’re really interested...

Why is this important? Because being friends with servants, or friends with your employees, or friends with your Uber driver, or friends with your teacher, or even friends with your local friendly High Lord, is never going to be an equal relationship. It just isn’t. There isn’t anything inherently wrong with that. It’s just that because the relationship isn’t affording both people equal privilege and power, there is always the chance that one person will be able to wield their power when they want.

That’s what it comes down to. Is the person with more power/privilege in the relationship trustworthy enough not to use that power/privilege to their advantage, to the detriment of their friend or partner? We just hope so.

This is actually one of the major roots of the problem with Tamlin and Feyre’s relationship, and is especially clear in acotar when she first comes to the Spring Court. Yes, he was emotionally and physically abusive, but no one could challenge him because he is at the top of the power/privilege pyramid. Feyre lacked power because she lacked knowledge about how that world worked, she was a woman, she didn’t have any social or magic power - she was, in every way possible, at the mercy of everyone around her. It’s no wonder that feylin went south, even if Tamlin hadn’t ya know.... been Tamlin.

This imbalance in Spring is also why Lucien was limited in what he was able to do re: Feyre. Loosing the social support of his powerful family literally left him homeless, despite being High Fae and magically powerful and male. He couldn’t just go live anywhere because Beron & Co. wielded too much political and social power and would make his life hell. He had to have the protection of a High Lord because he was at such a disadvantage. This is also how Tamlin was able to take advantage of and abuse Lucien. Lucien was, to an extent, at Tamlin’s mercy because of the power imbalance.

You’ll also note that by the time nessian and feysand got their HEAs, they were equals. High Lord and High Lady, Carynthian and Valkyrie. Those relationships turned out well because we know neither of them will (or can!) take advantage of the other. I don’t know if it was sjm’s intention to write the relationships in this way, but it will work out better for the ships either way.

And so if you’re wondering about the IC, yeah! This can also cause a major power imbalance between them. Some High Lords yield their power with impunity (see: Beron). Some don’t (see: Rhys). However, the potential for that to happen is always there. The potential for the person with more power in the relationship, which in this case would be Elain re: N+C, will always have an impact on how close they can be or how honest they can be with one another. The IC, in general, has done a good job of balancing. When Rhys had to wield his power in the Az POV, it was shocking.

Our positions within the fandom are also imbalanced. I would never, ever claim to talk for fans of color because I might make tamales with my family every year but I look white. I would never, ever claim to talk for someone with a disability that I don’t have. Even though my “things” include queerness and anxiety and substance abuse, I am never going to talk about those things as if I am the representative, or as if I am doing someone else a favor by taking on their “burden” while at the same time taking away their voice. That’s some white savior bullshit.

So basically - there are a lot of power imbalances in acotar, just as there are IRL, and these imbalances are the result of how SJM has written the story. Saying that Nuala and Cerridwen are servants is fact, and maybe the fact that they are WOC servants is a problem, but it’s an SJM problem. It’s not a problem for us to state that fact, but we can critique it. The way that we talk about these issues is limited by the way that they have been written. Or at least, it’s limited to the point where if people decide to make these massive, Olympic leaps, we’re going to rein them back in and remind them that the people on the other side of the screen are people, that if this world has power/privilege imbalance then that’s on SJM, and to stop attacking real people in order to defend fictional characters.

#acotar #acosf #elain #rhysand #sarah j maas #sjm critical #i lowkey want the high lords to crumble #but she won't make that happen

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emmikmil · 3 years

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give him a show

Pairing: Steve Murphy x Female!Reader with Javi watching...

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT read the warnings y’all, please

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism (ALL parties consenting!), Oral (M and F receiving), Masturbation (M), Smut P in V) THIS IS FICTIONAL OK BE SAFE IRL PEEPS. A literal smack to the face, biting/marking, choking, very brief anal play.

A/N: wow this fic... is something lol. It's been an idea and half written for a couple months now and I'm happy it's finally finished!! big shout out to @soyelfuegoquearde for the beta read and @knivesareout for being the best and waiting so long. Enjoy!

“Last call for drinks before we start this movie fellas!” Steve flicks his eyes up and down your frame as you stand above him and his work partner Javier with your arms crossed, waiting expectantly. Javi snaps out of his daze and quietly asks for another beer. Steve smiles and shakes his head when you turn to him, as he’s still nursing his lukewarm beer from dinner. This has been a ritual between you three the past few months, Javi would join the two of you for dinner and a movie whenever time allowed. Steve had seen it in your eyes the moment Javi made a joke about barely cooking for himself, the ‘oh god, this man needs an actual home-cooked meal’ kind of look. So, dinner and movie nights happened as often as it could, tonight being one of those nights.

Steve narrows his eyes and lets out a quiet huff as he watches Javi watch your swinging hips as you walk back to the kitchen. It had bothered Steve in the beginning when Javi would stare at your ass, but as soon as he realized Javi did this with nearly every woman that passed him, Steve didn’t take it to heart. There was no sense in causing a rift just because he felt territorial over his girl. That doesn’t mean, however, that he can’t poke a little bit at his friend.

"Wanna borrow my polaroid, Peña?" His words seem to shake Javi from his daze and he has the courtesy to look ashamed as he scratches the back of his neck. “Don’t get me wrong I get it, she has a great ass, amongst other things...” the last bit being muttered into his beer bottle and Steve can’t help his sly grin when he sees Javi’s eyes grow wide.

“Hey baby, you wanna go ahead and start on that popcorn?” Steve asks as you saunter back into the room and hand Javi his beer. You offer Steve a wink and a mock salute before you turn and walk back to the kitchen. Once you’re safely out of earshot, Steve turns his eyes back to Javi. “Look, I trust you, she and I both do, so that’s why I’m about to give you an offer. You say no, that’s fine, just throwing it out there.” Javi looks incredibly suspicious as he sips his beer. but makes a gesture with his hand for Steve to continue. “My girl likes to be watched. Likes giving a show to people while she’s being fucked. I’m not sayin’ I share now, I don’t. She likes the thrill of having eyes on her and she’s missed it since we left Miami and the few people we trusted, so…”

” Steve stops to make sure Javi is keeping up. He’s not totally freaking out like Steve thought he would which is a plus. “So if you were to pass out just before the credits roll, I take my girl to the bedroom and leave the door half open…You can watch, touch yourself, take a damn picture for all I care. But if you take one step in that room without her and I agreeing to it, there's gonna be problems for you, you got me?”

“What if I’m not interested?” Even though Javi asks, Steve can tell by the look in his eyes and the slight flush to his cheeks that he is. in fact, very interested.

“Finish the movie and leave like always, it’s up to you man.” With that, the conversation ends as you stroll back in with the popcorn and plop down between the two men. Steve leans over to pop a piece into his mouth as you press play on the remote. Steve settles in, smirking as Javi eyes you carefully and settles in to half-heartedly watch the movie.

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" No, Steve leave him there, poor guy is sleeping for once." you whisper as Steve leaned over you to shake Javi awake. You bat his hand away and stand to gently lay the throw blanket from the couch over Javis’s slightly snoring form. Steve stands quickly and wraps his arm around your waist as you bend and reach for the dishes on the coffee table.

"Leave it darlin', I'll clean up in the morning, just come on to bed," he whispers in your ear and places gentle kisses down the side of your neck. He sucks gently on your pulse point and grips your waist harder as he feels you shiver. You're quick to grab his hand and lead him to the bedroom, but Steve doesn't make the journey easy. He's fueled by your giggles and warm skin and can't help but pull at your clothes and suck on your neck as you both stumble down the hall. Steve gains some of his senses back as you both pass the threshold of your bedroom and he grabs your hips harshly, pulling you back into his chest.

As one hand travels up from your hip to gently hold your throat he speaks "Strip, get on your knees on the bed and face me." Steve tightens his hand until a whimper escapes you. Satisfied, he releases you and with his heavy gaze on you, you strip quickly to kneel on the bed. Steve pushes the door to close a bit and moves to stand at the foot of the bed.

“Now come on honey, get to work.". Steve can’t help but smirk as you roll your eyes and reach for his belt buckle. You don’t waste any time in releasing him from his pants and boxers and sneaks a small lick to the head of his cock before pulling his pants down. Steve kicks them off and yanks his shirt off, throwing it off to the corner. He hisses and looks down as you bite the thin skin near his hip bone and suck harshly. You both know that he bruises like a peach and would have this mark for damn near a week. Steve’s hand reaches for your hair, fisting it in his hand. He knew you were eager, just as much as he was, but you were feisty with your teases tonight.

“You really wanna rush this, handsome?” you tease as you stroke him to his full hardness. Steve grunts and gives a firm tug to your hair and shoots you a warning glare. He can see your teasing glint in your eyes dim knowing right now he’s not up for playing games. Steve watches with heavy lids as you take him into your mouth, going at a slow pace before you build up to suck him further down your throat.

“That’s it, you be a good girl and you get rewarded. Tease me and I'll make your night hell.” Steve smirks as he looks down at you. You were so engrossed in his cock you didn't even notice the small shift of light from the hallway as a figure stands at the half-open door. Steve knew that his hand on your throat, a few praises, and the promise of a reward would get your mind hazy with lust; just enough to dull your other sense and not notice Javi at the door.

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From his spot at the door, Javi saw a mouth-watering sight. He had the perfect view of the tantalizing act taking place before him; the silhouette of you, your hair wrapped around Steve's hand, your eyes closed, mouth and throat full to the brim with cock. Javi has to bite his fist to keep from making a sound as he watches your throat constrict and swallow around Steve's cock. From a glance, Javi knew his cock was thicker and the images in his mind of your lips stretched out even more over his length had him unbuckling his jeans as quietly and quickly as possible. Javi has been hard ever since Steve had offered this scene to him on a damn silver platter. He thanks his lucky stars that staring at your ass landed him here and not with a punch to the face.

He keeps one fist between his teeth, not wanting to give his position away, and the other he grabs his leaking dick and matches the pace you’ve set for Steve. By now you have gotten into the groove, and it’s no longer slow and sensual. You were taking all of Steve’s cock that you could and christ, Javi could tell you knew exactly what you were doing. Javi could hear you make small moans with whatever Steve was whispering to you and then Steve is thrusting his hips, driving himself into your mouth even deeper. Javi knows for a fact that his dreams tonight would be filled with nothing but the sounds of your gags and slurps. This was by far the sloppiest blowjob Javi has ever seen and to his utter shock, his abdomen tightens and he spills his load all over his hand. He has been so focused on you he didn’t even notice how fast his orgasm had been building, and his eyes were watering with the effort of keeping quiet. As the last spurts of cum coated his hand and splatters on his shirt, he watches through hazy eyes as Steve pulls out of your mouth, a string of your saliva stretched between your swollen and parted lips and the flushed head of Steve’s cock. If Javi had the ability to cum again right then and there he knew he would.

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Steve wipes your chin and mouth gently before kissing you softly. "Alright now, let me get a taste sweet thing, lie back for me." It's almost comical to him how fast your legs swing around so you can lie back, your head just missing the pillows at the top. Steve grabs your ankles and pulls your body closer to him, settling you near the edge of the bed. He smiles wolfishly down at you as you throw your hand over your mouth, already covering it in anticipation of what's to come.

He kneels to spread your thighs and begins to pepper sweet kisses from one ankle to the seam of your leg and back down. Steve smirks as you shift below him and thrust your hips up whimpering and telling him to hurry the hell up already. Now because you’ve sassed back, Steve uses no mercy in getting some sweet revenge. He bites harshly into your inner thigh like you did with his hip earlier, and soothes the spot with his tongue. He continues like this for a couple of minutes, leaving bites on each thigh that will leave you marked for at least three days after. Steve finally feels generous and shows you mercy, licking up your cunt and circling around your clit expertly with his tongue. Your sigh turns to a gasp as he takes both your legs, bending your knees to your chest as he suckles on your clit. You're so drunk on the feel of his mouth you don't notice him angling your body so Javi could see your dripping core from the doorway.

Steve continues to lap at your folds hungrily, showing you just as much attention as you showed him. He listens to your whimpers grow higher in pitch, moving to slow down and trace lazy circles around your clit and tease you entrance with his fingers. He waits until your whimpers die down a little before he plunges two of his long fingers inside you, groaning as he leaves your clit when you scramble to muffle the loud gasp you let out. Steve uses his free hand to move your legs back down and kisses up your body as he slowly finger fucks you. When he reaches your face he grabs your hand that's covering your mouth and moves it away. As you go to cover your mouth again, Steve clicks his tongue in disapproval. "No ma'am, you're gonna let the whole building hear how good i’m making ya feel."

"But...but Javi is still-fuck- he's asleep and could wake-" Steve cuts you off with a hard kiss and he looks down at you, that predatory glint in his eyes. He starts to thrust his fingers faster and Steve smiles as you jerk beneath him.

"Now honey, you can't wake a man who's already watching you from the door." Steve damn near laughs at your wide eyes and the hitch in your breath. He eyes your torso up and down as you turn your head to look at the shadow in the doorway. Steve watches you turn back to him, a deep fire lit in your eyes.

"He agreed to it?" Steve just nods to confirm your question and stills his hand to give you a gentle kiss on your sweaty forehead and leans back to look you in the eye. Before he can ask you whisper “Can he come in? Where i can see him?” Steve just nods again and slowly starts to finger fuck you again.

Steve starts to trail kisses down your body and nestles back between your thighs. He then turns his attention to the doorway. “Alright Javi, you can come in.'' As the door creaks open and Javi steps into view, Steve can’t help but still his hand inside you and laugh at the sight; Javi, with his pants undone, cock half-hard, cum dripping from his hand and splattered on his shirt, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. Steve, however, is struck silent with a firm smack to the face. His head whips around to glare at your sweet face smiling brightly at the dumbstruck agent in your doorway.

“There’s tissues on the nightstand and the chair is right there Javi.” You gesture to the chair in the corner, with the perfect view of you and the bed. Steve isn’t impressed as you turn your smile back to him as you lie back down on the bed, but he smiles back just as sweet as he pulls his fingers out of you and stands up and away from you. As he stares down at you, he sees Javi in his peripheral and notices his cock jumping as you whine and plead out a pathetic apology to get him back. Instead, Steve just stares at you, before turning his head to Javi.

“Go ahead and get comfortable. Lubes in the top drawer. And you-” his blazing eyes returning back to stare at you “-you flip over and show me your pretty ass. You slap me, I’ll slap back honey, now move.” He watches as you quickly follow his command, and once you're on your hands and knees he grips your hip with one hand and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, the sounds reverberating off the walls of the small room along with your shout. Steve makes sure to smooth the area over with his hand and bends to give it a small kiss.

“Ya know honey,“ Steve stands and grips his cock, running it through your wet folds as you whimper at the feeling. "he’s been staring at your ass for weeks now, haven’t you Peña?” Steve looks up to watch as you and Javi lock eyes. Javi’s eyes burn with desire and he's clearly more comfortable, now naked and slowly stroking his lube slicked cock. Steve didn’t even have to look at you to know that your eyes were following Javi's every movement as you wiggle your hips to get Steve to slip in. He’s careful not to slide in just yet, instead Steve stares at Javi until he flicks his eyes off of you. “Bet you’d like her like this Javi, it's the perfect view.” Steve then suddenly pulls away and gives your other ass cheek a punishing slap, and as you yelp and shake he grips your hips and enters you in one quick thrust. Steve bends to nip and kiss your shoulder as you get your breath back and adjust for a moment.

Steve stands at his full height and slowly starts thrust in, being mindful of the first half dozen or so to get you warmed up before he really starts to pound into you. He keeps a steady pace, not too fast, but it's deep and the rhythmic slap of skin fills the room. Steve’s eyes go from watching his cock slip in and out of you to Javi, who is watching your body with rapt attention.

Since you are a little too cock drunk to be coherent and smack him again, Steve can’t help but tease his friend more. “Ya know the only thing better than her pussy is her ass. I know you’re an ass man and damn if you ask nicely she’d let ya shove your cock up there. And shit, she sure.is.tight.” he punctuates the last words with hard thrusts that make you fall to your elbows and scream into the blankets. Steve pulls out, despite your growling protests, and bends to spit on the crack of your ass. He watches his saliva slide down and swipes his thumb through the mess and carefully pushes, adding just the slightest of pressures against your tight hole. The pressure he adds is gone as fast as it appeared and he slides back into your dripping core. As he settles into a brutal pace, your gasps and moans start to get higher and higher in pitch, Steve is damn close too, and Javi is sweating and panting as he fucks his fist in earnest. Steve can’t help himself and asks one last question. “What would you do to her right now, huh Javi?”

With his eyes glazed over, it takes a few seconds for Javi to finally speak. “Bring-bring her up and hold her throat, ch-choke her a bit.” Javi has to bite his lip and take a few breathes so he doesn’t spill his load prematurely, again. Steve however, smiles wickedly as you clench around him tightly and moan.

Both men falter for a moment when, in your dazed state you mumble, “Fuck yes, please Javi please.” Javi is the first to respond with a muttered oh fuck as he throws his head back, and Steve takes action immediately. He scoops you up, just like Javi said, and holds your throat, gentle but firm. Just enough to make you gasp and reach for his arm as you arch into him. Steve picks up his pace, spurred on by your words, but still not wanting to let you off the hook.

“You can say his name all you want honey, but you will scream my name as you cum, cause this pussy belongs to me.” Steve closes his eyes as he pounds his last few thrusts into you. He can hear Javi let out a long groan and knows his words set his friend off the precipice, and the combination of Steve and Javi has sent you stuttering and crying out a weak shout of Steve’s name. As you break down, Steve holds your shivering body close, cradling your waist and shoulders as he stays deep in you and paints your walls.

Steve is careful to set you down, lying on your side to face Javi as he goes to get you a warm cloth, knowing you're too sensitive to be held closely right now. He steps back in the room, silently passing an extra rag to Javi and slowly cleans you. As Steve climbs in behind you to cuddle you close, Javi stands and dresses slowly. The air in the room is hot and sticky, but the silence doesn't make things uncomfortable. As Javi slips on his shirt, Steve speaks up “Thanks Peña, my girl enjoyed herself. Hope you did too.”

Javi chuckles as he takes one last look over your naked body. “Best movie night you’ve invited me to.” Both men smile as you let out a small laugh and nod to each other as you turn to snuggle further into Steve. He pulls you closer, kissing your forehead and giving you praise for how well you did for him, for both of them. You drift off to sleep as Javi slips out through the front door, all three of you wondering if maybe every movie night should end this way.

#steve murphy x reader #steve murphy x female reader #javier peña #narcos fanfiction #emmikmilwrites

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mettywiththenotes · 3 years

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Thoughts on Bones and the bad decision making

The thing is about how MVA is being handled is that, generally, other animes that cut stuff out or have not as good animation as other seasons (which idk its literally only been one episode so we’ll see what else comes out of it, but I’m just stating the animation thing as one of the problems too) seems to be due to the time limit of an episode + how many episodes you have to fit in the season and evenly space it out + animation budget

Thats what I reason anyway. When I watch an anime and then read the manga, I notice stuff that didn’t get put into the anime, but I usually reason that “oh maybe it was the time limit of an episode and how many episodes they have left to put it in. If they couldn’t add that in but put this in instead, it’s probably due to what they think is more necessary to fit into the season before it ends. I can kinda understand that, and if its the case, I’m not really gonna hold it against them”

Same with animation, because adaptations usually try and space out the animation quality between Oh My God This Looks Ugly during a minor scene to Oh My God This Looks Incredible during an important scene. Again, I can understand that with budgets and the limit of available staff to animate. If you’re gonna hold back on some pieces of animation, I can definitely see the reason for sparing the Good Animation for the really important and impactful parts

But that doesn’t seem to be the case here

Bones cut out stuff that was actually quite important to understand the character. The League finding that racist cult and killing them was part of showing that they are decent enough to not be totally evil, and plus it tied in with Spinner’s arc of discrimination and that “empty feeling inside” which was actually caused by the people who lived in his town. Getting rid of his narrating too totally gets rid of that introduction to his arc, because when you first read that part in the manga, you think “why spinner? why spinner of all people? what distinguishes him from the rest?” and that question you ask yourself gets answered by his following development with Shiggy

Sure, Bones added in his narration in the forest, but the point of the initial narration is to make it feel personal. Spinner narrating in the forest is more like observational narration, rather than something personal. With 220, it felt like “Oh are we getting to Spinner’s arc? Are we getting his development or smthg? That sounds interesting, since he’s a background character. I wonder what will happen” but with the narration in the forest, it kind of gives off the feeling of “Why is Spinner narrating? Why did it switch to him? He’s just watching them, but is this important? I don’t understand”

There’s a difference between personal narration and observational narration. For example, lets compare a vlog and a documentary. A vlog is something personal, and when you watch it, you’re getting a glimpse into the persons life. That’s what I’d say Manga Spinner’s narration is equivalent to, because it literally starts off like “Whats up guys, I’m Spinner from the League Of Villains! We’re not in the best of conditions, as you can see, and we’re trying to work our way back to the top! Stay tuned!”

Anime Spinner’s narration is probably equal to a documentary, stating what has happened and whats going on now. And describing what Tomura’s face looks like. In fact, the description of the face is probably the only personal thing the anime put in from Spinners POV so far. I guess they were trying to keep that bit in to add that “personal” feeling we didn’t get from the initial narration, and since its such a small moment, it would quite easily fit into a few seconds of the episode without running over the episode limit but. there’s a big difference between “Whats up guys, I’m Spinner from the League Of Villains and we’re homeless, but we’re trying to get better!” and “His face looked like an eager child”

With the League in the shed scene, there was an awful lot there to be concerned about being cut. First we have Toga and Twice’s interactions, wholesome and sweet, which was supposed to cement their friendship which would make it all the more heartbreaking when Twice breaks down over Toga being in danger. For anime onlys, they could go off the past scenes from past seasons but idk that bit with them in the shed was supposed to be a recent reminder, to refresh your memory and such

Then we have Compress and Shiggy, because that mention of the sushi was supposed to be something Shiggy would remember and look back on, showing how connected he is with the League. With Spinner and Shiggy, that was meant to show the unrest and tension in Spinner and his ideals, and when he grabs Shiggy to yell at him, thats supposed to show you how much this matters to Spinner and how that moment tells the reader “Oh this arc is about Spinner and Shiggy”. The arc is about the League as a whole, but it’s meant to tell you as the reader that “This main villain and one of his background lackeys are going to have conflict”, and thats interesting!

Dabi’s entrance and what he said about recruitment was meant to be a build up to his conflict with Hawks. It was also meant to show how Dabi, despite seeming pretty aloof, still chooses to come back to the League and be a part of things. That despite Dabi trying to separate himself from them, he still finds a place to belong. Him bantering with the other members also showed how familiar he is with them, again, to show that this is a place he belongs

The Big Thing with Horikoshi is build up. The man slow burns to hell and back, and while it’s frustrating, it’s good. The Dabi Reveal’s burst of excitement in the fandom was because of that build up. It shows that Hori is willing to show little bits of development to really make the pay-off of waiting and reading worth it when something impactful happens.

Now, I can see why that would be a bit of an issue for the anime, because again, time limit of an episode and how many episodes/seasons you have to fit the storyline in and evenly space it out. Fitting it all in while still creating that feeling of tension must be hard, and I can see why it would be too.

But this isn’t about fitting in. This isn’t down to time limit or episode space. The simple fact is that Bones already screwed too much with it before MVA even started. They messed around with storyline, with the cuts, with dragging out scenes that really don’t even mean much - except for that scene with Enji thinking about his family, cuz that had meaning, but it was just way too dragged out. With dragging out scenes, both with and without meaning, I can see that as the studio trying to make fit the length of the episode but it just doesn’t work

And then there’s the Beach Episode for the girls, which wasn’t necessary at all. And I could also see that as them dragging out the season in order to potentially make S6 the League’s arc. But that didn’t happen

Instead, they rushed it, tried to fit it all in, while trying to keep in that Popular Characters Are Here So Please Watch element. Which AGAIN doesn’t work as good story telling because if you’re going to stretch it out for the Popular Characters, you need to evenly space out what scenes are used where and still be able to tell a coherent story. Which isn’t the case here because they prioritized Popular Characters Are Here So Please Watch instead of the actual plot

So I don’t think it’s about time limit of an episode + how many episodes you have to fit in the season and evenly space it out, not in this case. It genuinely is just bad decision making

Animation is kind of an exception because of that whole priority of saving the budget for Oh My God This Is Incredible scenes as opposed to minor scenes. We’ve only watched the first episodes so far and there is that whole concern with the characters height and Spinner’s face, but we’ve yet to see the rest of the arc, so I’m personally gonna hold out until its over to really judge the animation. With the heights and Spinner’s face though, I can see that it probably (probably) wasn’t the case of “We hate these characters fuck you”, it’s likely more about “We have to get this out and done on time so idk just quickly draw and get it over and done with”, you know?

Anyway lol I don’t think I’m saying anything that hasn’t already been said by the fandom, but I still felt compelled to talk about it. It’s such a shame, because anime onlys don’t get the full experience of what happens.

MORE THAN THAT, it’s all very well and good saying “Anime onlys please read the manga”, but for a lot of anime watchers, the only way they CAN follow the story is through watching it. I think I remember reading about how its hard for people with ADHD to focus enough to read the manga (I know thats the case for one of my irl adhd friends at least) and then there’s also the fact that they may lead busy lives. But it’s because of this rearranging of the arcs that I know it has to be frustrating for anime onlys too because they don’t get the full experience and they hear from manga readers that they aren’t getting the full story either! I’ve read some posts about how manga fans were excited to connect with their anime-only friends without spoiling anything, and the anime onlys just ending up confused and unimpressed. I feel for them and I know it has to be frustrating from both ends

Thats kind of why “being creative and messing with the storyline” doesn’t work in anime adaptations. Adding stuff in and having anime only episodes is nice for creativity and stuff but you have to be able to still have time for the rest of the story in order for it to work, otherwise you just end up confusing everybody, and again, those who can’t follow the story through manga miss out on the fun

I’m not an animator, nor am I entirely sure how production and such works, this is only based on the aspects that seem more logical with animes and why they do the things they do. So if anybody who actually is an animator or knows more about this than I do wants to come forward and tell me whether this is right or not, I’d be happy to be corrected with constructive criticism

Same with the ADHD stuff. I don’t know everything about it and there’s likely exceptions to the focus thing, but please don’t hesitate to also correct me on that

If you’ve made it this far, then thank you for reading my thoughts on Bones and how they’ve dealt with everything. Once again I’m sure I’m not saying anything that hasn’t already been said but still. I’m just putting my thoughts down

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bnha season 5 #my villain academia #league of villains #studio bones

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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Buckle Up

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

warning: road head, cursing

word count: 3,000

a/n: I was supposed to write this when I was having a denied writers block, but here we are out of it and able to write what i was supposed to!!!! enjoy!!!! also you wanted to be tagged in this @lady-bakuhoe, so good morning jo!!!

edit: ROAD HEAD IS DANGEROUS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT ATTEMPT IRL IF YOU WANNA SUCK DICK ON THE ROAD PULL OVER TO THE SIDE!!!!!!! NO HORNINESS IS WORTH DEATH!!!!!

Synopsis: On your way for a weekend getaway, Bakugou is having trouble staying awake, and you have an unconventional way at waking him up.

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“Are they really fucking sleeping right now?”

You turned around in the passenger seat. Humming you looked at the five people currently all knocked out in their seats. Kirishima sat behind the driver’s seat, his head against the door as his mouth was wide and hung open. Mina was in the middle seat, her body draped against Kirishima’s and Jirou’s lap as she snored. Jirou was by the window on your side. Her eyes are tight and closed as she held Mina’s legs, her chest rising and falling as puffs of air left her mouth. In the back seat, Sero and Kaminari were very sprawled in each other’s arms as drool escaped their mouths. Your lips pursed as you turn back around a grin on your face as your boyfriend grips the steering wheel.

“They are,” you confirm Bakugou’s suspicion as he rolls his eyes.

“They said they weren’t going to fall asleep too,” he growls as his foot falls heavier against the gas pedal. “I should crash the goddamn car right now!”

Placing your phone back to where Bakugou could see the directions, you smacked his arm.

“You are not crashing this ‘goddamn car!’” You laugh as your boyfriend rolls his eyes again. “I am not dying because you won’t let Kaminari or me drive.”

“Of course I wasn’t going to trust dunce face to drive the fucking car, he would crash it the second he saw an opening.” Bakugou lies as his head pressed against the headrest. “I’m not letting you drive because the last time that happened you managed to make all four tires go flat.”

“Aw, it’s not because you love me?” You tease as Bakugou glares at you, but the way his cheeks and ears tinge red tell you a different story. “Besides the tire popping wasn’t my fault! Mina dared me to go in reverse on those pikes and mama didn’t raise no pussy.”

“You cried for four months when you had to pay off that bill, dumbass.”

“But I did it, so STILL mama didn’t raise a goddamn pussy!”

Bakugou snorts as his left-hand falls from the wheel placing itself on his lap. You grin at his not so subtle sign of him wanting you to hold his hand. Taking your right hand, you take his in yours and pull it towards you. His hands were forever clammy but they exhausted heat. They were large enough to completely drown yours as you slipped your fingers through his. Placing a kiss to the top of his hand you smiled at the way the car shifted in the lane.

Flustering Bakugou was the highlight of your life.

“‘Suki, I’m so proud of you,” you whisper as the car is silent. The road is empty before you two, nothing else was awake but the moon in the sky. A small questioning grunt emits from Bakugou’s mouth as you turned toward him. Your smile growing as he looks your way. “It’s ten at night and you’re still functioning? My little old man is growing young again!”

Those words made Bakugou tears his hand from yours. His eye twitching as he pivots away from you, his body hunched over the wheel.

Your chuckles were muffled over your hand as Bakugou growled about shitty girlfriends and shitty friends. So-called friends who wouldn’t let him drive during the day.

“It’s a compliment, ‘suki! I usually have to make you excited to have you up until ten!”

“Yeah, because you’re a fucking brat who refuses to do anything until past nine.”

“I may be a brat, but I always give fine rewards.”

“Yeah sure, now shut up, you’re annoying and distracting me.”

It didn’t take very long for Bakugou to start talking to you again. All it took was a small threat of joining the girls in their tent instead of his. So now you sat with your legs on his lap, your hand over his own as he stroked your leg with senseless shapes. Your eyes fall over to the clock, it’s almost midnight and your ass hurts. Shifting in your seat your eyes lock onto Bakugou who is trying to stifle a yawn. His jaw is down as a low breath of air escapes his lips and you move your leg to let him know that you caught him mid-yawn.

“Come on, ‘suki,” you try again. “I’m not tired, please let me drive.”

“I’m not letting you fucking drive, y/n.”

His hand on your leg has stopped moving. The raw heat emitting from his palm burns through your sweats as you glare at him.

“I don’t want to die on the road because of you falling asleep behind the wheel!” You whisper, your tone is deadly as your legs pull from his lap and you lean in close.

“You’re not going to fucking die, shitty woman!” Bakugou sneers as he rolls his head on his shoulders, the muscles popping as he does so. “Like hell, I’d let that… let that happen!”

You roll your eyes as your boyfriend is forcing himself to swallow his yawns now. Bakugou was someone who will push himself to the edge to prove a point, so you weren’t going to let him win. Not in this situation, now or ever.

“Of course you won’t, but you’re yawning and that’s why you’re going to pull over and let me drive. By the time I’m tired Kirishima should be awake again!”

“Fucking make me pull over.”

Your back stiffens as you stare at Bakugou. His vermillion eyes lock on you as long as he can before they shift back onto the road.

Bakugou Katsuki was as wrapped around your little finger as much as you were also wrapped around his. Bakugou Katsuki was also vehement and stubborn but hell, so could you be. His stubbornness concerned not only your wellbeing but everyone currently asleep. Not only that but the health of your boyfriend! So you were going to do everything in your power to get him to pull over. Your fingers trailed to the red button that held your seat belt. And without so much as thinking more about it, your finger pressed down on it.

“There’s a gas station in eight kilometers, I’ll get out to stretch if that’ll make you hap— what the fuck are you doing?!” Bakugou’s eyes are on you as you slip the belt from your shoulder, shifting closer to him. “Y/n, this isn’t fucking funny, put your goddamn seat belt on!”

“Make me,” you whisper as your lips meet his jaw.

Bakugou stills as your mouth caresses his skin your lips trailing down his throat which is strained under your touch. Fact number one, Bakugou was a sucker for neck kisses. Your hands shook slightly as your body swayed with the movement of the car. The continuous snoring of your friends in the back seat made your heart race as your teeth nibble at his caramel tasting skin. Your hands trailed down his chest that heaved with quickened breaths. The way his hands gripping the wheel as you reached his naval making you whimper. Fact number two, Bakugou’s eyes always flutter close when your fingers graze his inner thigh.

“Y/n…” Bakugou whines as quiet as he can as his shoulder tries boxing you out. “Stop.”

His tone is warning but you know that these actions are frying his brain. As you huff against a hickie you formed on his skin, you pull away as you press against his arm. “Pull over now.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“Fine,” you sigh as your fingers unbuckle his own seat belt.

“Y-Y/n!” His voice shakes despite him snapping and the car swerves. “Don’t fucking do that!”

“You said I had to make you pull over,” you smirk as your fingers hook in the waistline of his baggy grey sweats. “I have to make you do it.”

“Fucking wait seven kilometers,” he grits as you shrug.

“Oh I don't think I can,” you sigh as you get his sweat pants down his thigh. You’re met with his grey underwear, your fingers brushing on top of his now growing hard bulge as he groans lowly. “Better keep quiet love, we don’t wanna wake them up to me sucking your dick.”

“You’re not fucking sucking my dick,” Bakugou twitches. He's trying not to give in but his hips buck against your palms that come to rub small circles onto his cock. You glance up at him, his eyes fluttering as they fight to stay upon despite his natural instinct to close them. You knew at his next words, you had him on board. “Baby girl…”

“Do you not want me to suck your dick?” You whisper as his eyes shift back to you. Despite the darkness of the night, you can see his blown wide pupils when he stares at you. His eyes swim with love, lust, and desire, and his lips press together as his left under shoves his underwear down. His eyes return to the road as his fingers grip the steering wheel so tight they turn white. He wants this. “I hope you can keep that mouth of yours closed,” you giggle as your fingers firmly grip the base of his hardening cock.

The sharp intake of breath from Bakugou throat when your fingers made contact with his dick was sinful as it was silent. He leaned against your body, your shoulder momentarily brushing against the wheel before you gently pushed him back. You smirk as you look up at him, but Bakugou’s eyes remain stubborn and they’re steady on the road ahead. So your hand grips around his girth as his head drops to the wheel.

You maintained eye contact with your boyfriend’s flustered face as he swerved the car again before he returns to his upright position. Not satisfied with his refusal to pull over to the side, you lowered your head towards his throbbing cock. Your lips are the first to make contact with his heated dick. You trail soft and puckered kisses along its side before your tongue runs down the side of his dick. Looking at the strip of saliva, you blow a gentle and cold stream of air as you slide back up his dick. Bakugou lets out a whistled breathe at the cool contact. His hips stuttering under your fingers as his hand presses against your back.

His hand grips the clasp of your bra, teasing it and toying with it most likely to distract you. But if there’s one thing you’ve learned in life was to keep a one-track mind when it came to Bakugou.

As you make your way back up to his tip, you feel with delight when your thumb swipes and spreads the hot pre-cum that gathered there. Sticking out your tongue, you lay it flat against the slit on his head as you teasingly massage his dick between your fist. Bakugou let out a rough breath through his nose as his arms tremble because of the grip he holds. The sight of Bakugou once again refusing how this was making him feel made you moan softly against his skin. Your thighs rubbing together as you shift to ease the building pleasure within you. Bakugou lets out a ragged breath as his eyes shift to the rearview mirror, no one has stirred.

With his attention on your friends, you catch him by surprise when you envelop him into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his head as you took his length deeper into your mouth, and the hand on your back burns you as nails dig into your skin. He likes this.

Once you feel his tip hit the back of your throat you sink only further down his length. You choke slightly against his dick, but you know it’s not loud enough to wake up your snoring friends. It doesn’t stop Bakugou’s eyes from widening at your actions and noises. He's moaning softly himself as he tried to quiet your vulgar noises.

Bakugou‘s head slams against the headrest as you moan against his length, the car picking up in speed as well. The vibrations of your mouth resonating through him and you whimper as he fights his reaction. But the hand that lay on your back moved to twist your hair into a faux ponytail. This simple action makes your legs rub together for friction.

His hips snap up against your mouth as fire shoots down your throat. His hips are merciless as they drill into your mouth, his hands pulling at your hair as tears prick at your eyes. You do everything to not pull away. Your jaw is completely relaxed and your fingers grip his thigh as your nose hits his trimmed pubes. His actions are too rough so your throat hums as you try to calm down.

Bakugou pushes you further against his length, keeping your lips flushed against his skin as his hand swerves the car. Your body tumbles as you choke against his length, and he lets you go. You pull away gasping for air as your lips are covered in a mixture of his pre-cum and your saliva. Staring at his rigid features, you licked your lips as you wheeze. Your eyes turn to your friends who are still asleep.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Bakugou spat between gritted teeth. His eyes blazing feebly as he glares down at your bruised lips. Bakugou’s rough grip in your hair was preventing you from moving your lips too far away from his still hard cock. So, wanting to give him what he desires, your lips surround his dick. Your hand moving to roughly jerk his length as your other hand grip his balls.

This time Bakugou moaned lowly. "Baby girl, fucking shit," he moans as he rocks his hips.

His hips bucking up towards your touch as his foot slams even harder against the gas pedal. The car engine revving from the sharp increase in speed. You smirked up at him as you continued your movements. You can see him glancing down at you much more frequently. His eyes flickering from you, the road, and the passengers while your tongue swirls against his leaking tip.

"Get your fucking mouth on my cock," he wheezes as he tugs your hair. But you don't move as your tongue slides against his slit.

Bakugou grunts loudly in response as his hand in your hair buries into your scalp. He shoves your face down to his length, forcing you into his rhythm. He was pushing your head down so you were gagging on his length as it hit the back of your throat, the sounds only goading Bakugou further. So with one final moan from you, one final surge of his hips into your mouth, and slam of his forehead against the wheel, Bakugou came in your mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

You pull away grinning as you swallow his salty load, your mouth opening to show that you swallowed him all.

“You look much more awake love,” you tease as Bakugou's eyes are wide open now. His body is tense and rigid as he stares ahead.

“Fucking buckle up,” Bakugou hisses as he shoves you into your seat.

You barely sit correctly as Bakugou pulls into a gas station. Your eyes are wide as Bakugou throws open the car door after slipping his pants back up. The door slamming behind him was enough to wake up everyone.

“Wah—?” You heard someone heave in a sleepy voice. Before you could explain your door swung open and Bakugou pulled you out.

“Are we there yet?” Kirishima’s voice asks clearly from the back.

“No! Stop asking fucking questions and just wait there!” Bakugou growls as he closes the door behind you.

Your legs barely keep up with Bakugou’s long strides as you’re suddenly in the bathroom. the door locking behind you as his mouth overwhelms you.

“You’re going to make yourself come in two minutes, or you don’t get to come for a fucking week. Do you understand?” Bakugou hisses against your lips as his fingers curl onto your clit.

“Yes, my love.”

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noisypenguingardener · 3 years

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Streaming hearts - K.K x Reader

FLUFF WARNING ! ! !

Characters ; Kozume Kenma x Streamer!Reader

Summary ; Kenma meets his Favourite Streamer at a Meet and greet

CROSSOVER WARNING ; THIS WILL INCLUDE DREAM SMP MEMBERS ! ! !

IRL!KENMA

Side Note ; Y/N is apart of the Dream smp! with their streamer name ‘ Kitten ‘, I’m sorry if some of the mcyt or others are Out of character, I don’t watch them and my friend requested this so i don’t disapoint her or you guys and minor spelling mistakes!.

Y/N Features ; Y/N will have brown skin and dark brown hair with Brown eyes, they have average body weight, they are short ( 4′7 ), they also have a soft-girl and E-girl kind of thing going. ( big anime fan ).

( Includes a little Body Positivity because ya’ll are beautiful )

SHORT ONE-SHOT ! SHORT ONE-SHOT !

Kitten is Streaming !

Kenma’s eye’s widened at the notification and quickly tapped it, His favourite Streamer of all time was online ! .

Kitten or Otherwise known as Y/N was a big part of the Dream SMP, They had joined about a few months ago but became famous after beating Dream’s speed-run. Y/N was 17 year old person with beautiful dark brown hair, Of course to other’s they were considered ‘ ugly ‘ but to kenma they were the most beautiful human being that had ever entered earth.

Y/N wasn’t skinny nor were they fat, they was considered ‘ Average ‘. It didn’t matter thought, They were perfect.

If You had stretch marks, you are perfect. If you were over-weight, you are perfect, if you had no hair, who cares ! you are perfect!. No matter what Kenma always knew you are the one, A special human being.

Kenma Loved every part of you. . . you . . . You were important to him, You were like a goddess Descending from the skies. You, Y/n was a special princess no Queen ! everything about you was just. . . Drop Dead Gorgeous.

“ What’s up Chat ! today we are playing some...Uhm..Roblox? “

Kenma snapped out of it as soon as he had heard your sweet voice echo away from the screen.

“ Oh yeah! today we are playing roblox with Quackity!. . Hello? “ Y/N said with a soft laugh, From the other end you could hear someone struggling to get the mic in the right spot.

“ stop laughing ! “ Kenma heard a male voice complained like a child, Quackity another huge streamer who was the closest friend to Y/n.

After a Few Minutes all you could hear was laughter and jealous kenma noises, Yes maybe Kenma did have a little Crush on them.

Y/n’s laugh was angelic. . . well kinda, honestly they sounded like they were having a concussion and demonic but it was alright. Kinda.

“ and that’s the end of the stream! see ya Kitties “

“ sounds like Tiddies “

“ shut up Alex ! “

“ don’t call me that ?! “

Kenma sighed as he continued to hear Y/N and Quackity argue for the a Hundredth time that stream, god they sounded like siblings fighting over the last piece of cake.

The stream turned off with the last goodbye from Y/n, Kenma smiled lovingly at the screen as if he had just saw a angel falling from the sky gracefully.

“ Kenma! why are you looking at the screen like that! “ Kuroo’s voice entered his ears, Kenma sat up straight and looked at kuroo dead in the eyes.

“ I’m not and how did you get in here?! “ Kenma demanded, Kuroo laughed like a hyena.

“ your mum let me in,Kitten. Now guess what i have “ Kuroo said.

“what? “

“ A single ticket for you to go to Y/N’s meet or greet! “

Kenma’s eyes widened, What. . . ?! he started feeling weird like some type of butterfly entered his stomach. His face dusted with pink blush as his heart exploded with happiness, He couldn’t function properly before he figured out he was now in kuroo’s arms hugging him.

“Thank you so much kuroo!! I promise i’ll come to practice more often now! “ Kenma yelled out of pure happiness, Kuroo smiled softly looking down at his pudding friend.

No one could explain how happy kenma was, Not only did he get to met his favourite streamer of all time but He could finally. . . well . . . meet them! Kenma felt like cheering and jumping up and down. He couldn’t remember when he was as happy as now.

He finally had a chance.

Kenma walked through the crowded halls of the meet and greet, his social awkwardness was finally kicking in. He had never been in a room as full as this, He could see boys and girls talking and socialising ( or whatever that was..).

“ Hey, you look lost ! “ a voice behide kenma said, Kenma turned around and was met by a beauty..Kitten..no Y/N! .

Oh how Y/n looked so much better in real life, Their shining dark brown hair was in a messy high ponytail, They were wearing kitty ears,Black leather jacket, a Pink crop top and ripped jeans. They were also very short compared to him.

“ Y..your Kitten ! “ Kenma stuttered, He started sweating a little bit at the sight of them. Gulping down a fan girl scream he just stood there, awkwardly.

“ oh yes ! I’m Y/N also known as Kitten, You must a fan. whats your name? “ Y/N Questioned, Kenma smiled a little and finally got comfortable.

“ I’m Kozume Kenma From Tokyo ! i also play volleyball “ He told her, Y/N giggling lovingly at him before take his hand.

“ I’ll take you to the others alright? The Meet and greet already started and i’m running late “ Y/n admitted embarrassedly , growing light pink of their skin.

“ Oh okay ! “

Y/n nodded and ran to the area where they were suppose to be with kenma in her hands ( does that make sense?? ), Kenma was a redder then a strawberry by now. People were staring and pointing at the two which made it way way worse.

by the time they had arrived everyone was already asking questions, till a fan suddenly pointed and screamed towards Y/n ( really?! ). everyone turned around and eyes widened at the connected hands of Y/N and a shy kitten looking boy. Minx suddenly took the mic.

“ oi Fucker, why are holding hands with my wife ?! “ She yelled out, a lot of people started laughing. Kenma really forgot, Y/n got minecraft married to Minx.

“ Calm down Waifu!, he’s just a friend “

“ You sound like adrien agrest, Y/n “ a fan said quite loudly, this time everyone laughed.

Kenma blushed and made a little kitten meow inside his nekoma jumper Yaku made for him, Y/N stopped laughing and turned red after hearing the noise come out of the boys mouth.

“ Hey y/n your fucking blushing ! “

“ Stop exposing me ! “

“ Never “

“ Shut up Childinit! “

“ Shut up Kitty-Licker “

It was never a surprise to see a arguement between a mcyt and Y/N always one of them gotta start drama.

“ Hey,here’s my number, text me sometimes cutie “ Y/N winked at kenma as they slid a paper into his jumper, Kenma gasped loudly before dying ( he didn’t really..you get it right oh okay ).

TIME SKIP

After 9 months, Y/N and kenma kept in touch talking to each other and sometimes meeting up in person. Which meant Y/N flying over to Japan and seeing his volleyball games, and sometimes they even streamed together. It was obvious they both had a crush on each other.

Sometimes Y/N would start blushing at Kenma’s sleepy voice and stuck up for him whenever some one would give him some type of hate, Or the time when someone called kenma ‘ their kitten ‘ Y/N would freak out and start cussing like crazy. it was funny .

Kenma would be such a big simp, He lied to Sapnap,Georgenotfound and Badboyhalo during a Minecraft man-hunt lying about Y/n’s location and tricking them. If Tommy told Y/n to shut up Kenma would Cat hiss at him or Bark sometimes.

No one had the guts to tell on of them that it was obvious about the crushes, as they didn’t want a cussing Y/n and a Cat hissing Kenma.

There was also jealous moment’s of the two, Let’s recap them shall we?. roll the clips ! ! ! .

CLIP ON KITTEN’S STREAM ‘ PLAYING AMONG US WITH THE CREW ‘

DEAD BODY REPORTED !

Y/N un-muted their mic as their screen flashed, Onto a Meeting. People already started arguing as they blamed each other, Y/N rolled their eyes and sighed deeply as they stared at the red tag on their name.

“ Well who was it ? “ Y/n asked calmly, “ Someone here is lying ! I was in electrical doing wires and the download task in there, Nikki and Tubbo were with me so i can back them up “ .

“ Yes ! We were all in a room together doing task! see ! “ Tubbo gloated out of happiness, Finally someone believed him.

“ I can vouch that, I was there too. “ Nikki said innocently.

“ Kitty, where were you ? “ Y/N questioned Kenma.

“ Oh, I was at security looking through the Cameras, I did the wires when i first entered. “ Kenma said, ignoring all the other voices..

“ were you really pretty boy ? “ Minx flirted a little, Y/n could feel a bubble inside of them building up as she semi-glared at their screen, The chat saw the semi-glare and started freaking out.

“ i was, Pretty girl “ Kenma flirted back, During his time with the group he slowly started gaining confidence.

“ ooooo pretty girl? fucking bullshit “ Minx exclaimed.

Y/n’s hands turned into a fist as they grew quiet, of course they knew it was all play flirting but the fire inside of them wanted to lash out and burst. Oh they knew who they were gonna kill next, Hopefully Dream ( The other imposter ) knew too.

“ Okay quit flirting in-front of KiTtYs S/O “ Wilbur Joked, They all laughed except for Y/n who was about to explode.

“ we are getting off track, George is DEAD! “ Dream said angrily, Everyone-else agreed and voted SKIP just for now.

NO ONE WAS VOTED OFF

Y/N quickly turned the lights off and everyone started running to fix the lights, of course as they were running Y/N killed Fundy who was standing right next to minx.

Y/N quickly ran in-front of minx as Someone reported the body,Oh hell was about to break lose.

DEAD BODY REPORTED !

“ that was quick ! “ Wilbur suddenly exclaimed, Tommy agreed.

“ Minx fucking killed Fundy! “ Y/N yelled, Minx pulled out a offended face and started cussing.

“ excuse me mother fucker!, I did not do any funny shit like that. “

“ yes you did! Fundy was right behide you, Of course i didn’t see you kill him but you and fundy were together ! “

“ I believe Y/n, as we were running i saw fundy and Minx last together “

“ are you FUCKING serious?! “

“ i believe Y/n, no matter what “

“ shut up pretty boy ! “

“ Guess we’re voting Minx off! “

“ NO YOUR FUCKIN NOT “

“ sorry minx”

“ it’s okay Nikki, and fuck you guys “

MINX WAS EJECTED

As everyone started running, Y/N and Dream stuck together following after Wilbur and Nikki. Of course they stuck together, Dream closed the Med-bay doors as Dream and Y/N killed Wilbur and Nikki.

After the door opened, they both ran out and met up with Tommy and kenma.

But Unlucky for them Dream accidently thought they were gonna do a double kill and killed Tommy in-front of Kenma. Y/N didn’t do anything but kenma had reported the body as fast as he could

Y/N gulped down guilt as the screen flashed, Maybe kenma knew it was Y/N? or maybe Dream would start hating for but nothing happened.

DEAD BODY REPORTED !

It was quiet, all you could hear was breathing in mics.

“ . . . I was alone. . . “ Tubbo said quietly into his mic, Y/N sucked in breath and bit their lip.

“ I was with Dream and Kenma...” Y/N explained. “ none of us could’ve done it except for you bo “

“ But..it wasn’t me ! “

“ it was, I mean we were all together the whole round except for you ! “

“ Yeah but that doesn’t make any sense,Dream!. I was at the other side of the map “

“ Sorry,Tubbo. Try harder next time “ Kenma chuckled a little after saying the sentence, Y/N froze. Was kenma really sticking up for them?...

“ but. . . Kenma ! “

“ sorry bo “

TUBBO WAS NOT THE IMPOSTER

Then the screen flashed.

IMPOSTERS WIN

“ REALLY?! “

“ KENMA THEY KILLED ME IN-FRONT OF YOU “

“ All i can say is simp “

“ Guys don’t blame kenma ! “

“ And people call me a fucking simp.”

“ sorry, but Y/N deserves a chance. “

“ what about me?! “

“ no <3 “

Y/N laughed as they started fake kissing kenma’s little icon, Kenma really was a simp.

“ Ew stop kissing there is children in here “

“ HEY “

“OI “

NEXT CLIP ( this one is short asf )

“ Hey Kitten, Your cute. “

“ HISS, HISS GET AWAY FROM THEM ! “

“ IT WAS A JOKE! “

NEXT SHORT CLIP

“ Hey kitty boy ~ “

“ Call him that again and your dead meat, Karl. “

“ :( “

END OF CLIPS

Kenma sighed as he Laid in bed, sadly. Today wasn’t a very good day in general, some kid decided to make fun of Kenma in a game and body-shamed him, It didn’t feel as nice when Kenma realised the young boy was right about him.

It hurt, it really did, Most people don’t understand how much it pains other people. Kenma Grabbed his phone and decided to finally tell Y/N how he felt for them.

TEXT MESSAGES

- My Princess peach -

Y/n, You online ? - Sent. . . . . Read

Yup! What is it Kitty ? - From My Princess Peach Just now

Well, I wanna talk real quick rn - Sent. . . . . . . Read

Sure, what is it? - From My Princess Peach Just Now

I kinda like you, no i do like you ! i love you wait sorry that’s much just forget it ! - Sent. . . . Read

i- - From My Princess Peach Just Now

I like you too, Maybe Love’s a bit too much. - From My Princess Peach Just Now

Yeah Lmao, so..what do you say? - Sent. . . . . Read

If it’s about being your Gamer girlfriend, Then yeah.sure - From My Princess Peach Just Now

oh..Then I’m Your Volleyball boyfriend ! - Sent . . . . Read

I’m coming over - From my Princess Peach Just Now

I.. - Sent..Read

HOLY WHAT?! - Sent . . . . Read

see ya - From My Princess Peach Just Now

My Princess Peach Is Offline.

WHat - Sent . . . . . . .. . ..

TEXT MESSAGES OVER

THE END - MAYBE PART 2 ?!

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