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#its hard to write really detailed smut that sounds good
ihatebnha · 2 years
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i want to vent for a moment about another trope? (idk if it’s considered one but im going to say it is) in smut that i don’t like. when the reader is giving someone a bj & their throat is basically used as a flesh light. i’ve read fics where i just had to stop in the middle of it bc it made me so uncomfortable, the fic is like “you instinctively started breathing through your mouth while his cock aggressively pushed further down your throat” & im just like … actually i don’t want to be fighting for my life while im giving head, i enjoy breathing like normal :) idk if this is making any sense but i just don’t like how aggressive most bj smuts can be
lmfao this gave me flashbacks to the first "rough deep throat" porno i ever watched... i literally remember being like "oh my god... they're abusing that woman........."
ANYWAY... rolling my eyes (not @ u, anon) because I AGREE and think this is just another way smut gets extremely disconnected from the actual... "nuance" of what it's based on (for lack of a better word lmao).
it's just so, SO... odd to be reading something that starts one way (cute, funny, smutty, WHATEVER)... only for it to become hard smex immediately without any proper... preparation.
and i'd say like... makes you wonder why deep throats are the go to... but actually, i'm not wondering lmfao. i know.
so while ofc there are exceptions and warnings and that's fine and all... often it's just... throwing random deep throating at us because the author thinks its... normal? and tbh, i have to laugh.
although honestly... i also somewhat think it's just because some people just don't know what to say to properly describe or extend their smutty scenarios, either because they've never experienced them or just want to lengthen their descriptions and don’t know how... and that is almost an entirely separate conversation LOOOL
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krashoutluv · 2 months
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GIVE US MORE ABOUT NSFW AL JAYYY PLSSS
HRHSJSGAHS OKOK!!
NSFW Arkham Knight / Ak!Jason Todd !! <3
detailed smut !!
(wet dream, praise, soft sex 2 somewhat rough sex, not super long, , im so obsessed with his brain)
rq are open :3
‘tis under the cut!! :p
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M’SO EXCITED TO WRITE MORE ABT HIM M’SHAKING AND THROWIFN UP
NGL, i think one of the only reason he would come to terms with liking someone is bc he had a wet dream…
listen,, 99% of his dreams are nightmares, and you just changed his fuckin statistics for the possibility to the 1% chance of him coming in his sleep and being able to rest well after.
he has mixed feeling abt this..
on one hand hes like ‘wow cool i get to sleep well,’ but on the other hands hes like staring at his boxers and hes like ‘but at what cost…’
but oh,, he just knew he was fucked when it first happened and he woke up
after many , many years of overthinking, and his mind not being able to shut up … the thing that made his ass get so quiet was a fuckin’ wet dream
uuhhggrr it was such a good one tooo (hes internally cringing so hard)
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ONE hand in his hair, softly rubbing his scalp, the other massaging his shoulder to the base of his neck. Jason has both hands on your hips. Being so gentle yet passionate with each thrust, fighting back the nastiest sounds begging to leave his mouth. So he starts kissing you, open mouth kissing your jaw to just between where your neck and shoulders connect. The noises you start letting out make his breathing stutter for a second. His kissing gets more passionate, soft sucking at your skin, and he’s feverishly rubbing and grabbing at your hips.
The wet sounds of him fucking you get louder. Poor guy is just barely stopping himself from rutting into you. His strokes were slowly getting more rapid but nonetheless coordinated, hitting that spot that had you loudest. Jason was marginally coherent but he’s still trying his hardest to make you feel good. Your body returning the favor by squeezing him so lovingly and he just cant fight back the soft gasps he lets out in between his strokes. The wet sounds, the lewd noises, the details of your body and skin he felt every time he pushed into you. All of this just because of him, just for him? You babble to him how good he was doing, murmuring how good it feels between moans, and it has him gripping your hips.
JASONS rocking himself roughly into you, but its that ever so loving hand, still gently massaging his neck and scalp. That sensation has his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Soft curses leaving his mouth. He buries his face right next to your head and has to grab the bed sheets just for an last attempt to stay composed. But the moaning gets louder, and you don’t stop gently massaging his hair.
So he can’t stop the “mmh, mmh, mmh” ‘s leaving his mouth with every rapid push of himself. He can’t stop the way his hands trail down to your legs to spread you wider for him. Grabbing at your thighs as he fucks himself through.
N’ just as he cums with a breathy gasp, his eyelashes are fluttering and eyes rolling to the back of his head. Letting his body weight press onto you and closing his eyes shut, trying to control his stammered breaths,,
he fuckin’ wakes up..!
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First thought was “what the fuck.”
genuinely startled, he doesn’t freak out bad but he like slowly reaches to touch his pillow.
his mind was so blank, couldn’t tell if it was because of the wet spot on his sweatpants or he was genuinely so stunned.
*hes like scratching his head and looking at his pants.*
hes goes to take a shower and his eyes are so blown out he looks like one of those cat memes
but his mind is soo quiet,,
in my brain at the very back of his mind he’s like ‘whys there so much of it.’ HSIGSISHSISHSIDHS HES COMPLETELY SERIOUS TOO???
he’s taking a shower and his brain, oddly, isn’t foggy, not dissociating, just feels so here.
which is horrible because that means he really has to directly face his feelings
KRILLING MYSELF WHY IS HEART TO HEART PLAYING WHILE I WRITE THIS???
heart to heart, heart to heart, heart to heart <3
Next time he sees you he feels so odd, he knows it a natural thing that can happen.. but it was so
djsksnkdnd
tingling under his skin sensation is yelling at him to leave, and he does.
hes cringing
he likes you…
he cringes harder
ghosts you for awhile
realistically doesn’t want anything like that to happen ANYTIME soon
but is it weird that he kinda wants it to happen at all?
MENTAL GYMNASTICS COMMENCE !!
but when he stops ghosting you for awhile, and comes back to see you still being just as patient as you were every time you saw him before,
arms always open for him, food waiting for him, a sweet smile. and with your own patience, his own patience begins to thin.
Everytime he leaves you its a little harder for him to not come back
that tingly feeling under his skin slowly becomes a craving for just your presence. thats all he wants.
he doesn’t need to fuck you when he just has your eyes on him.
“what you run from is what you end up chasing.”
live footage of arkham knights brain cells falling for u insta reel
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TEEHEE i loved writing this it was so fun, rq/inbox is open !! feedback is always appreciated >:3
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strawberryyivy · 2 months
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➜ GARDENS OF BABYLON
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summary: clarisse la rue x daughter of apollo reader. reader hates clarisse until she doesn't hehe. reader is a little bit of a bitch sorry!! just a bit tho! ooc clarisse maybe? and no smut ofc :) just sweet girls in love mwah
warning: reader dates a man but there's not a lot of details about that, bad writing sorry:/
word count: 5k (im so sorry i got carried away)
Help Palestine 🇵🇸!
It could be love, we could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it
You weren't sure about many things in your life, but one think that you were pretty sure about, was the that you and Clarisse had nothing in common.
She was rude and mean. She didn't hesitate when it came to hurting people. She was cold. She was exactly what you expect an Ares child to be like. So you tried to keep your distance as much as possible.
It was hard, though. The first time you went to camp, you were twelve, extremely scared and insecure, and she did not help your case, at all. You still remembered, how rude she was to you on your first week, how upset she made you and how she made fun of you for crying afterwards. You still remembered watching as the smile appeared on her face the second she saw the tears in your eyes. You could never forget that look. And you could definitely never forgive her, either.
After that, you had very small interactions, you got claimed after two months, which was good enough for you. You made friends, you grew up and gained confidence in yourself and in your abilities. And that whole incident with Clarisse just became a distant memory. But she was still always around. And you were always trying to pretend like she wasn't.
But your whole opinion on her was about to change, and it all started one night, at the bonfire.
At the time you were dating a guy, Jacob, and you liked Jason, you really did, he was nice – most of the time, he was funny– sometimes, he liked to spend time with you, and you never heard anything bad about him. And you were having fun, he was entertaining you, which sounded wrong, and although, you could never admit it out loud, that's all that he was. Entertainment. So the moment he expressed his wish for more, for something a bit more serious, you called it off.
Reality was, you didn't want a relationship, you didn't need one. Your life was crazy as it is, you didn't need one more thing to be preoccupied about, you just wanted to have fun, that's all you needed at the moment. But he did not take that well. That guy you knew disappeared the moment you told him you wanted to stop seeing him.
And yes, maybe it was kind of bad that you decided to end things at the bonfire, with people around – people that could easily listen to your conversation and spread the gossip later. And sure, maybe you were a bit cold towards him, but he did not need to make a scene, a huge scandal. And that was exactly what he did.
You still remember the dirty looks people gave you afterwards, all the whispers, all the rumors surrounding you two. And it made you crazy, people knew nothing about the situation, but they still talked like they did.
And that's when Clarisse came in. You didn't know she was there that night, you didn't know she saw the whole thing.
You were practicing your favorite activity, archery. It made you feel calm, in the moment, and that's exactly what you needed. That was, until you heard a very familiar voice, speaking close to you, way too close.
"Hi pretty"
You could swear your heart stopped for a moment, you turned around fast, the bow and arrow in your hands quickly forgotten.
The moment you met her eyes, your stomach flipped, a weird and unusual feeling making its way to your chest. Her eyes were locked on yours, her body was close enough that you could feel her breath in your face, you could see the gold in her eyes due to the sun light. And it all just added to that uneasy feeling.
And you were still trying to process the fact that she called you pretty.
"Hello." your voice sounded weak, it made you curse yourself.
"Do you have a minute? Promise it'll be quick." Clarisse tilted her head a little, a small smile on her face.
You looked around, trying to understand what was going on. She had no good reason to talk to you, you weren't her friend, or anything, for that matter. Maybe it was one of those times when she just wanted to bully someone and you were the chosen one. That thought made you back away from her.
"No, I don't."
You turned around, putting your bow and arrow on their place and ready to go back to your cabin, far away from her.
"Oh come on, princess, why not?" You could still hear her as you walked away, hoping she would get the hint. "Aren't you a little curious to know what I wanna talk about?"
You felt her hand on your wrist, making you turn around, face to face with her again. "It's about your little boy Jacob, you know? The one who humiliated you in front of everyone?"
She still had that stupid smile on her face, making you roll your eyes. "And what does whatever you want have to do with me? We are not together anymore, and I don't want anything to do with you. Or him!" you were about to leave when you heard her again.
"I want revenge. Are you sure you're not interested?" you turned around slowly, studying her face. "That little shithead hurt one of my sisters, and I haven't put anyone in their place in a while."
That last part made your heart skip a beat, you knew exactly what she meant, you were one of those people once. But different to Jason, you were just a kid, you didn't deserve what she did to you.
"No, I'm not. Have fun terrorizing him though, you always do anyway."
For the third time, you walked away from her, and much for your disappointment, she let you go.
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"Did you do anything stupid lately?"
You lifted your eyes from your food and looked at your friend in front of you, laughing a little at her question. "What?"
"Like, I don't know, did you do something that I need to know about?" the confusion in your eyes made her look behind you, making you turn your head to look as well. Clarisse was staring at you, a weird expression on her face. "She won't stop staring, please tell me you didn't do something against her, that girl could easily kill–"
"Oh gods, I didn't do anything!" You couldn't help but laugh again, turning back to Anya. "She's just probably upset I turned down an offer she made a few days ago."
"What offer? Why don't I ever know about anything?!"
"It's nothing important really, she wants to do something to Jacob, I don't know what, I just know he hurt her sister and I think she wanted my help to 'put him in his place'? Her words not mine."
"Wow, that's weird. And you just simply said no? Just like that?"
"I mean yeah, I don't want him to hate me even more than he already does."
"Makes sense."
You two went back to being silent for a second, before Anya spoke again. "You know, maybe she wanted to get close to you, or something, I don't know."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know, why would she ask your help on something she could easily do it on her own? I mean, it's a bit weird, right? Maybe she wanted to get to know you."
"I doubt that."
You tried not to think much about it, and pretend that you didn't like the idea of Clarisse wanting to be close to you. But as you closed your eyes that night, ready to go to sleep, the only thing you could think about was pretty brown eyes, with a little bit of gold in them.
•┈୨♡୧┈•
Two days later, as you were walking to practice you saw Jacob, he didn't see you, he was talking to his friend, something you couldn't really hear, but what really caught your attention, was when he lifted up his shirt, his stomach was dark purple, bruises all over it. And you didn't have to think twice to figure out who did that.
And you didn't know why, you just needed to see her, you needed to ask her so many questions, so that's exactly what you did.
You knocked on her cabin door, that heavy and weird feeling on your chest again, waiting for someone to answer. One of her brothers opened the door, looking you up and down. "Can I help you?"
"Yes, is Clarisse here?"
He nodded, but not to say that she was in fact there, he nodded like he knew exactly what you meant.
"Yeah, sure." he left the door open and started to leave the cabin, not before saying with a weird laugh: "Have fun!"
You looked at him confused, having no idea why would he even say that to you, but you decided to not think much about and just go in.
She was sitting on her bed, palm resting on one of her thighs, black nail polish in her other hand. She was painting her nails, and for some reason, that surprise you.
Sure, you've seen her wearing nail polish before, but the look on her face was a rare one, she looked so concentrated, almost peaceful, and you couldn't help but think she looked pretty like that, her curls framing her face.
"Who was it?" she didn't look up from her nails when she said that, probably thinking you were her brother.
"It was me."
You could see the smile on her face before she look up, her eyes shining when she saw you. "Hi pretty."
Ignore the nickname. Ignore the nickname.
"What did you do to him?"
"Sorry?" she got up, walking towards you now, her eyes were dark, the peaceful Clarisse you just saw disappearing.
"I saw his bruises, that was you, wasn't it?"
You didn't know why you were so mad at her, you didn't even like him, you couldn't care less about him if you were being honest, but the need to confront her about it seemed to be more strong than being reasonable.
She tilted her head, a smirk on her face.
"What if it was? Do you have a problem with that?"
"Yes, I do, actually, you shouldn't go around just beating people up."
"Oh really? Why not? He hurt someone I care about, he deserved it."
She didn't sound mad at you, she sounded amused, like she liked the fact that you were talking back.
In reality, she just liked that you were there, in her cabin, so close to her, your eyes locked on hers like you were scared that if you looked anywhere else, she might disappear. But you didn't need to know that.
"Like you care about anyone who isn't yourself, you did that just for fun. Because that's what you do!"
"And why are you so mad about that anyway, hm? You said you didn't wanna have anything to do with it, remember?" she took one more step closer to you, your faces inches apart, you felt her hand on your arm. "Do you still like him or something? Because if I remember correctly, you broke his heart, right? So why do you care so much?"
You didn't know what to say, she was right. And that pissed you off even more.
"I just- I–" You could see her smile growing at your loss of words, her hand on your arm making you even more nervous. "Fuck you, Clarisse."
The feeling in your chest got too strong, you realized how close she was to you, her pretty smile on her face. However her eyes were not on yours anymore, she was looking at your lips, breathing heavy.
Then her eyes met yours again. "Why are you here, y/n?"
"You know why." you stepped back a little, but before you could say anything else you felt her lips on yours.
And you didn't think twice before kissing her back. Her lips were soft, her hands were on your face, and yours made their way to her hips. She smiled during the kiss, making your head spin even more.
"No, wait– that's not what I came for!" you finally came to your senses again, breathing even heavier now. "I don't even like you! I could never like you! You're so... you're awful, you're an awful person!"
Before she could say something, you stormed out of her cabin. And she just stood there, not believing what had just happened.
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A few days since that afternoon had passed and you still couldn't believe that happened. She just kissed you, out of the blue, for no reason at all.
You could still feel her soft lips on yours, her hands on your face, and your heart beating fast against your chest.
But the worst part of it all, is that you liked it, and you couldn't deny it anymore. You couldn't deny your stupid crush on Clarisse. You couldn't deny that's the reason why you got so upset when she mistreated you years ago, that was the reason why you couldn't think straight when it came to her.
Yes she was mean, and a bully – most of the time, she was stubborn and impulsive, but unfortunately for you – and your stupid dumb heart, that didn't make much of a difference. You tried to convince yourself that you hated her for so many years, and yet here you are.
When reality sinked in, you felt panic, because she was the last person you wanted to have feelings for, she was the last person you'd give a chance. So you decided that you were going to repress those feelings, it didn't matter if it hurt you, you would never open your heart to her. You just couldn't.
But apparently the universe had other plans, because while you were at the beach, enjoying the sun, lost in thought, she saw you. Lucky for her, bad luck for you.
You heard her say your name, and before you could run away from her, she sat down beside you, making it impossible for you to look away.
"Where have you been? You just disappeared! Are you avoiding me or something?"
Her voice was soft, you never heard her speaking like this, almost like she was afraid you'd run away if she wasn't careful with her words.
Your stomach felt weird, your heart was beating fast again, and your hands were shaking. All because she noticed. She noticed that you were avoiding her. And for some weird reason, that made you feel special.
"Yeah, well, how did you find me?"
"I threatened one of your friends to tell me where you were." she said that like it was the most obvious think in the world, like you were dumb to even be asking her that question. "I just– I just wanted to say that I'm sorry."
You looked up from the sand, surprise evident in your face, did she just apologize to you?
"You're sorry?"
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I'm really bad at this, I just wanted to say that, I'm sorry if I offended you by kissing you, I should've asked first, I just– I felt– I mean, I thought I felt something there but it was just all in my head and I didn't mean to–
You lost your mind, you were sure of it, because now, you were the one kissing her.
One of your hands went to the back of her neck, making her relax under your touch. Her lips moved with yours in the perfect rhythm, like it was meant to be, like you were made to do this, with her.
Her hands were on your back, bringing you closer and closer to her, as if that was possible, and you only stopped kissing when you felt the need for air. Her forehead touched yours, both of you breathing heavy.
"I thought you– I'm... confused." She leaned away a little, still holding you.
In that moment, you didn't know what to say, cause you were as confused as she was. You didn't know why you kissed her, you promised yourself you would stay away, and yet your lips were on hers the moment she got close to you.
"You said you didn't like me." her voice was still soft, but now, a little more serious, her eyes studying your face. "You said you could never like me, did I understand that wrong or what?"
You shook your head, you felt suffocated now that she was so close, asking you questions, making you rethink your terrible decisions and complicated feelings.
"You didn't understand that wrong, that's– yeah, I said that."
Your hand wasn't on her face anymore, and you were getting up. Why did she have to make you feel like this?
"Hey, you're not running away this time! Talk to me." She got up too, getting close to you again.
Her eyes felt like they were burning holes in your skin, making you avoid them. And before you could speak for yourself, try and explain, your anxiety spoke for you.
"What do you want from me, Clarisse? It was just a kiss, does a kiss have to mean anything? I wanted to kiss you, so I did, big fucking deal!"
When you got the courage to look at her again, you couldn't see the soft Clarisse anymore. She nodded her head, looking away from you, letting out a sarcastic laugh.
"You wanted to kiss me, so you did, hm?"
Her voice was cold and her eyes even colder. You nodded your head, if that would help you stay away from her, then you were going to run with it.
She didn't say anything back, she just turned around and left you alone. Not knowing that if she stayed just one more second, she would see the tears streaming down your face.
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You felt horrible, actually, if there was a stronger word for what you were feeling you'd use it, but no amount of words could really describe how you felt.
The guilt was eating you, and you couldn't stop crying, you didn't even know why you were crying in the first place; maybe it was because you realized that you actually had feelings for Clarisse, maybe it was because you were mean to her just because you were scared, or maybe you were just overwhelmed. Either way, the tears wouldn't stop scrolling.
And you did the only thing you knew would help you, you talked to your friend.
"Wait, walk me through it again... you have feelings for who?"
"Please don't make me repeat it!" your hands went to your face, too embarrassed to even think about it.
Anya let out a laugh before she grabbed your wrists, making you look at her again.
"I'm sorry! I just thought you hated her?"
"I guess the hate was just a cover up, I actually do like her a lot. Unfortunately."
"You don't think she likes you back?"
You thought about it for a moment.
You were sure she did, you were sure she liked you back, and was what made it all so scary to you. The fact that you both liked each other, the fact that she could easily hurt you, just like she did years ago, just with a few words. The fact that you could hurt her, just like you did, earlier that day.
With Jacob, it was easy, he liked you, you didn't like him. The moment you got bored and he wanted more, you ended it, and you felt bad, but you also felt safe. You were safe that way, he couldn't hurt your feelings even he tried. That was easy.
With Clarisse,wouldn't be that way, she would know exactly what to do to make you feel pain. If you let her in, she would know just what buttons to push, and that scared you more than anything.
"I just think... I just think it would hurt too much."
Anya gave you a sympathetic look, a small smile on her face. "But if you really like her, don't you think is worth it? Don't you think she's worth it?"
Once again you went to sleep thinking about her. Your mind asking you again and again, is she worth it?
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You felt low in your life a few times.
First, was when your fish died, you were only six and as weird as it sounds, it was your best friend at the time. Second time, was when your grandmother died, when you were eight, she was basically your second mom, and seeing her sick and unable to do anything about it killed you to the core. And the third time was when you found out you had to live your life behind and go to camp, when you found out that you actually had a dad, an unusual one, but you did, and you had to get used to your new life.
And now, it was definitely one of those low points.
You could feel your heart break the moment you saw them together, Clarisse and some girl that you didn't know the name. They were sitting together on the steps of the Ares cabin, Clarisse was touching the other girl's leg, whispering in her ear and making her laugh. You felt sick.
You stopped walking, unable to breathe or to move, staring at them like your life depended on it.
"Oh gods." You could hear Anya say on your right. "Maybe we should go the other way."
Before they could see you, you started walking again, feeling anger and disgust after seeing that. But then it hit you.
You told her the kiss didn't mean anything. You said you didn't like her. You told her you could never like her. You made her believe you didn't feel anything. You had no right to be angry, you had no right to be upset. You just needed to accept that she was moving on, and maybe you should try doing the same.
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A few days later capture the flag happened, as usual the blue team won, which was good, it made you forget about Clarisse for at least a few hours.
But afterwards, at the bonfire, you saw her again, with that same girl. And she looked so beautiful, it was hard to be mad at her. Her hair was down as usual, and she had a black t-shirt on, and it was so tight that made you forget how to breathe for a second.
"Tough, huh?"
You looked to your left, seeing one of her brothers standing next to you, the same one you saw the day you went to their cabin, he was looking at Clarisse as well, his face expression hard to read.
"What do you mean?"
"Seeing her with someone else."
He answered that like it was obvious, looking over at you.
That made your head spin, did she talk about you to her siblings?
"What?! No! We weren't– we never–"
"No, I get it!" he interrupted you, your rambling annoying him. "I was just betting that you would be the one."
"Wait, what?"
This whole situation was giving you a headache.
"Well, you know, in between you and her, I thought you would win, Clarisse was never really fond of her, you know?"
You blinked at him a few times, letting his words sink in. Gathering up courage to ask what was on your mind.
"You think we could work? I mean, we don't even get along." it was supposed to sound nonchalant, like you didn't mean anything by asking that, but unfortunately, he read right through you.
"Yeah, I think you could work. I wouldn't give up on it so easy if I were you."
Before you could ask him anything else, he started to leave but not before saying: "And don't worry, I won't tell her that we had this conversation."
•┈୨♡୧┈•
You could swear you never felt more nervous in your life than at that moment, you were at the door of the Ares cabin, feeling anxiety wash over you. Trying not to shake too much because of the cake in your hand.
And before you could overthink what you were doing, you knocked on the door, taking a deep breath and smoothing your shirt.
She opened the door, her eyes were as cold as you expected, she was staring at you, and then the little box you were holding, and then at you face again.
"Hi." You tried to sound normal. "Can we talk?"
She tilted her head a little to the side, a smile on her face. "I don't think so."
Why did you think it was gonna be easy?
She went to close the door, but before she could, you held it open, getting closer to her.
"Clarisse, please? I really wanna talk."
"Well, I really don't care."
But she didn't move, she didn't back away from you or tried closing the door again, she just stood there, hand on the door knob.
"I have cake!" she looked a little confused, looking at the small box you were holding again. "Orange cake, it's delicious. It's... for you."
You sounded out of breath, like you just ran a marathon.
She sighed and turned around, leaving the door open for you.
"Everybody, get out!"
Without saying anything, her siblings left, some of them giving you a glare, but most left without even looking at you.
Clarisse looked over at your direction again and gesture for you to get in.
"Nice bow."
When you turned around to look at her, she was leaning on the door, like she was ready to kick you out at any minute.
"Thank you." You said touching the bow in your hair, trying not to smile at the fact she complimented you.
She stared at you for a few seconds and rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here? Because if you're just going to stand there–"
"I came to apologize." You took one step closer to her, feeling a little bit more confident. "The way I treated you at the beach... that was horrible, I'm so sorry. You don't need to forgive me or anything but I just– I just wanted to say that I like you. And I didn't want to admit that, because, it's so scary, and you make me feel like I'm gonna die sometimes because of how fast my heart beats when you're around."
"And I was so ready to just pretend I don't feel this way, but then I saw you with that girl and, I just can't do that. Giving us a chance might hurt me in the future but not having you right now hurts just the same, and I can't take it. And I know I'm a coward and–"
"Is that orange cake you said?"
"I'm sorry?" you looked at her like she just said the most offensive thing known to man. "That's it? That's what you took from all that? I'm opening my heart to you."
She took a few steps closer to you, an infuriating smile on her face. "Yeah, I heard that part, how did you even get this cake?"
"It was one of my sisters birthday yesterday and–, you know what, it doesn't matter, don't you think you have something to say to me?"
You were so annoyed, was she dismissing everything you just said?
"Oh, like what?"
"Like... like, you like me back maybe? Maybe an apology for being so horrible to me years ago? Maybe–"
"Gods, you talk so much."
And then she kissed you. But this time, it was different. She was kissing you like she was trying to tell you everything she couldn't put into words, hoping you'd understand.
Without stopping the kiss, she took the cake out of your hands, putting it on a table behind you. Her own grabbing your waist.
You touched the back of her neck, not wanting to let go of her, trying to make this moment last for was long as you could.
When she leaned away, she had a smile on her face, a genuine one.
"Did you mean everything you just said?"
You nodded, still holding her. "More than anything."
"I'm sorry I was mean to you." You were about to kiss her again but she pulled away. "And I like you too by the way, don't know if you were able to catch that."
You shook your head and laughed a little. "No, I got that part, but thanks."
"And also, I love orange cake."
You gave her a smile before leaning in to kiss her again.
•┈୨♡୧┈•
After that, you would spend most of your free time with Clarisse, you guys would go on long walks at night, she would help you practice whenever she got the chance and you would always end up in her cabin somehow.
"Oh gods! Just stop moving!"
You couldn't stop laughing, you guys were sitting on her bed, her hand on your thigh, while you were holding her tube of black nail polish, painting her nails.
"What? Can't I kiss my girlfriend?"
She wouldn't stop moving, trying to get close to you at all cost, holding your face with her free hand, making you look at her. She had a huge smile on her face, making you smile too.
"Am I your girlfriend?"
"Of course you are."
Her voice was so soft, and her hand on your face felt comforting. Making you want to melt into her.
"Okay then." you gave her a peck on the cheek. "Will you let your girlfriend finish painting your nails?"
She laughed and laid her head on your shoulder. "Yes ma'am."
A few seconds later, she heard your vocie again.
"Clarisse?"
"Yes?"
"I could spend the rest of my life with you like this."
She didn't answer you for a few seconds, watching her nails turn black, your delicate hands doing a way better job than she ever could.
She lifted her head from your shoulder, focusing on your concentrated face. A small smile on her lips.
"Yeah, me too."
Now you hang from my lips like the gardens of Babylon. With your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con.
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as-is-above-so-below · 11 months
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The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader
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Hey, Jealousy
summary: Ghost’s sniper wife (reader) joins Task Force 141 on an op, against his wishes call sign: Freyja warning: NSFW, SMUT HEAVY CHAPTER, MDNI. Canon typical violence mentioned. Note: HELLO ALL! It's been a minute! This fic isn't going anywhere by any means, just had a bit of writer's block and lack of motivation to write for a bite lol. A special thank you to @lethalchiralium for workshopping with me, per usual, and for being the best beta! Enjoy and blessed be! << Previous | Next >>
“This is your target. Memorize it.” John paused as the surveillance photo of their target, a dark-haired woman with almond-shaped eyes, made its way between the trio. He placed a black cell phone in the center of the table while Soap regarded the image. “Freyja, you’re the best pickpocket out of all of us. Your task is to lift her phone and swap it out with the duplicate. Rumor has it there’s a major weapon’s deal rearing up, and I want to know when and where.”
Taking a moment to examine the photo now pinched between her thumb and forefinger, Freyja raised a brow. While she wasn’t one to judge solely based on appearances (a tactic she relied upon herself many times), the woman pictured looked far from an arms dealer. She seemed fairly young. “She has the details?”
Price nodded and partially sat on the table, arms crossed over his chair. “She’s the buyer. Rather unassuming, I know, but our intel is good.”
“Bloody hell,” Ghost mumbled, leaning into her space to sneak a peek. “They just keep gettin’ younger and younger…”
“Ah dinnae mean to be rude, but Ghost’s no’ exactly inconspicuous. A bit hard nae tae notice a giant with headgear at a social event.”
A fair point. Ghost was the tallest member of the team outside of König.
“Which is why you will be partnered with the Captain.” Freyja didn’t miss how her husband’s watchful gaze flickered between her and her co-captain. “You’ll have to couple it up to blend in; a single woman at an event like this would draw suspicion. Ghost will be going undercover as security detail and watch your six.”
“Me? Are ye sure, Captain?”
“Affirmative, Sergeant. I’d rather not have another incident like last time.”
“Last time?” Johnny looked between them. “What happened last time?”
THEN
It should’ve been a simple task, really. A pretty young woman lures a gullible, unsuspecting new hire to a roped-off room with certain expectations, only to be met with the cold steel of a knife to their throat.
As expected, the information burst from the young man’s lips like water through a broken dam, hoping to save his own skin. The quick execution Ghost offered was a mercy compared to what would happen if his boss found out he had snitched.
He could be merciful when he wanted to be.
The Simon she married was not a jealous man. A younger Ghost, at the beginning of their… “situationship”, however…
After the body was stuffed in the room’s closet, hopefully not to be found until at least the next day, he wasted no time hoisting Freyja up against a wall with ease and fucking her senseless. Her legs tightened around his waist immediately, her Venetian mask coming loose at the sudden movement and falling to the floor.
“Yes, right there. Hah, hah, nngh-”
“See what you do to me?” he growled against her cheek, hips snapping against her shaking thighs. “Can’t even get through a fucking mission without my cock gettin’ hard, and you’re over there, actin’ like a slag. Touchin’ that bastard like that-”
“I was just - doing - my job-”
Ghost’s brutal pace stopped and pinned her to the wall. One hand no longer supporting her weight, jumped from her ass to her throat, the bare, calloused skin squeezing the sides. 
“You took it too far. I should leave you high and dry for the show you put on.”
Her fingers scratched at the short hair near the base of his neck, earning a warning sound from the man. Freyja wriggled her hips to find some kind of friction, a release. “Fuck fuck fuck – please, Ghost, don’t stop. Make me come, please–”
“Yeah? Y’want me to make you come?”
“Yes, yes, please! Please, I need to come–”
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes! I’m sorry, so sorry! Fuck me!”
“You’re fuckin’ lucky I’m feelin’ forgiving.”
“Oh shit, thank you, thank you, I’m sorry–”
“You’d better be.”
NOW
The sergeant looked between Price and the couple, studying Price’s lifted brow and Freyja’s pressed lips and flushed skin. Ghost snorted beside her, which got him a sharp jab from his wife’s elbow.
“Bunch o’ rabbits, you two!” he snickered, laughing into his fist. Just how they managed to bone in the field so often, he’d never know. “It’s a miracle ye don’t have a thousand wee bairns by now.”
“Could’ve had them discharged for the mess I had to listen to.” 
“We said we’re sorry!”
“No, you said you were sorry. I won’t apologize if I don’t mean it.”
“I’m going to kill you–”
John cut them off, standing again and collecting his paperwork. “The target rarely comes out of hiding, so we can’t risk spooking her. Freyja, Soap, you’d better sell it.”
“Oh, I’ll make it believable, a’right.”
“And if somehow you find a way around this arrangement – please, for the love of God, no shagging on the job,” Price stressed, pointing at each of them for emphasis. “Got it?”
Johnny raised his hand.  “Ah would just like tae point out that, for once, I’m the good egg here,” he pointed out with a wide grin.
Multiple sets of eyes rolled. “Right then. Dapper up. I’ll see you all tonight.”
Ecstatic about their upcoming mission, the Scot jumped up from his seat, still beaming. He was already bubbling with ideas for their strategy, the backstory of the characters they would play, what he was going to wear–
“Johnny.”
“Sir?”
Ghost leaned forward, elbows planted on his knees as he looked up at the man. “Remember what I said about flirtin’ with my wife?”
“Aye.”
“Still in effect.”
.
.
.
Soap made it his mission to be as handsy as humanly possible the moment they stepped out of their vehicle. Ever the gentleman, he stuck behind Freyja when taking the steps up the grandiose front stairs into the venue; once at the top, his hand slipped across her lower back from one hip to the next.
Both operators kept their attire simple yet appropriate for the dress code. They complimented each other nicely; Johnny sported a simple black suit and a white collared shirt with the top two buttons undone, while Freyja donned a rich, dark purple, satin gown with an open back dipping to her tailbone. They were meant to fit in, not draw attention to themselves.
When they entered the ballroom, crystal chandeliers twinkling above, she glanced around the perimeter at the masked guards. Only taking in their stature for a second before moving on to the next, attempting to locate their backup –
There.
Ghost blended in seamlessly, dressed exactly like the other guards stationed around the room. All black ensemble, black combat boots, and a balaclava with a window for the eyes. They met briefly with Frey’s before she shifted her gaze up to her date, placing one hand on top of his at her side, the other between his shoulder blades.
All night, Ghost’s stare could have burned a hole through her skin straight down to her soul as her partner positively manhandled her. Nothing was safe. Her ass, hips, bare shoulders, and stomach were frequently groped, pinched, and caressed; you name it, Sergeant MacTavish did it. He came up from behind with a champagne flute for her, pressing against her as his hands snaked around to cradle her belly. Kissing obviously wasn’t off the table, his warm lips frequently finding hers; he had enough decency to keep that portion of the night brief.
Finally, after an hour and a half of loving it up with her husband’s best friend, Johnny turned Freyja into a pillar, forcing her to squeak in surprise. Gentle kisses pecked from her collar up to her ear, using his body as a shield.
“You’re going to get us in trouble,” she whispered, keeping up the appearance of a drunk, handsy couple by carding her fingers through the back of his mohawk.
He chuckled against her hair. “That’s the idea, Hen. Figure one o’ us should get a good fuck outta tonight.” Frey rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to shove him. “Eyes on the target. She’s had a chance tae get settled. Move in on yer mark.”
She followed his guidance, subtle pressure at the base of her skull pointing her in the direction of their target. Thankfully, a small purse dangled by the woman’s pelvis on a long chain, ripe for the picking. If all went according to plan, Soap would walk them into each other, allowing her to switch the dummy in his pocket with the real thing.
Freyja initiated their objective by stepping in that direction but allowed her companion to take the lead. Clinging to his bicep and stumbling slightly, she whined, “You are in so much trouble when we get home!”
“Aw, c’mon Bonnie! Ah just cannae help myself!” he purred, bending to nibble her ear and give her a reason to jerk away.
“Hey, stop that!” As she lunged to the left, she fell out of the Sergeant’s grasp and into the young woman, grabbing her to keep upright. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”
“What the fuck!” She wheeled on them, eyes wide at the sudden intrusion into her conversation. “Watch where you’re going!”
Freyja huffed angrily in Johnny’s direction, straightening herself and her dress. “I am so sorry about him. You know how men can be. Always impatient.”
“Unfortunately,” the woman mumbled, nose turned up in disgust. If Freyja could rely on anything, she could always lean on most women’s mutual distaste for men. While it always felt distasteful to manipulate while undercover, it got the job done.
With a soft huff, Freyja grabbed Soap’s hand again and departed with a soft wave, tugging him toward their exit point. Ghost was nowhere in sight.
According to plan, the Brit had dipped into the women’s bathroom when he was sure the lift was successful, and they would eventually follow. Going into the bathroom after two people clearly looking for a space to hook up would look suspicious. The real trick was leaving enough time between their entrances that nobody would notice, without waiting too long for the other guards to notice Ghost’s absence.
She used her best high-pitched, giggling squeal and ditzy movements, swatting at the wandering hands pawing at the shiny, smooth material of her outfit. It had been at least two minutes since Ghost had disappeared, and she decided that was enough leeway for them to follow without raising any alarms. But just as her palm pressed against the cool doorknob, her ally stopped behind her.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Freyja felt the abdominal muscles under Soap’s shirt tense; otherwise, his composure remained unchanged. “Sorry?” he asked with a laugh, keeping his body turned toward her. She refrained from ripping the stranger’s hand off Johnny’s shoulder and ripping back his ring finger–
The man smiled, perfect white teeth nearly sparkling in the light. “Ye owe meh a drink! C’mon, one more shot fur a fellow Scotsman?”
“Shite! Ah completely forgot!” Johnny hovered over her still and bent to run his nose along the shell of her ear. “Ah’ll be right behind ye. Just give me a fiver to finish my drink, aye?”
“Sure thing.” Freyja hung her hands on the lapels of his jacket, anchoring him in place to stretch and purr in his ear, “Don’t take too long.”
She was so fucking dead when they got home. Likely won’t walk right for days.
Barely halfway through the door, a firm grip pulled her into the room, slammed the door shut with her body, then wrapped around her throat. Her heels brought her just a bit closer to her husband’s height, brown eyes practically set ablaze. Ghost had abandoned his jacket and rolled the sleeves of his button-down, exposing the black ink on one forearm.
I should put in for a day or two off.
“Did you not learn your lesson last time?” Ghost asked, low-pitched and gravelly as if he had been restraining himself for hours. He probably had been. “Must’ve been too generous. Let’s try this again.” A man on a mission, he swiftly twisted the lock on the handle and hauled her with him several steps away from the door before forcing Freyja to her knees. His touch moved to cup her jaw.
“Broke my fucking finger watching him touch you, touch what’s mine. This mouth-” His digits snatched her cheeks, making her painted lips purse with a soft whimper. “-is mine. Your cunt is mine. Your body is mine – facts you’ve apparently forgotten. Let me remind you.”
Freyja gulped helplessly when his other hand slid the leather strap of his belt out of the buckle, then looked up at him through her mascara-coated lashes.
“Soap-“
“I. Don’t. Care. Do it.”
Her cheeks were enflamed under her blush, but she still raised a brow at him. Again, Simon wasn’t known to be a jealous man; they were very secure in their relationship, trusting each other completely. Plus, Johnny was in a committed, loving relationship, after all. But still, watching his best friend all over her, purposefully egging him on and pushing boundaries…
Anyone would lose their patience.
Her nails, painted to match her color scheme for the evening, worked at undoing his slacks and dropping them and his underwear down enough to free his already hard member. Slacks which, by the way, were fitted perfectly to hug his ungodly figure. Saliva pooled in her mouth at the sight, her hole already clenching around nothing. 
As if he had read her mind, Ghost seized the back of her head and snarled, “I’m beginning to lose my patience, love.”
Suddenly he was buried down her throat, to the hilt. Tears sprang to her eyes; she moved to dig into his thighs for purchase, which earned her additional pressure at the back of her head. “No touching.”
All Freyja could do was blink up at him and hold her hands behind her back, hoping he understood the message. Thankfully, he let up and slowly drew out before easing back in, fucking her throat with soft moans and the occasional curse. Ghost groaned at the sight of his precum and her spit gathering in his blond curlies, her dark lipstick smudging on his cock, tear streaks running lines in her makeup…
She flattened her tongue, bobbing her head with a steady rhythm while breathing through her nose and intermittently taking him until her nose was enshrouded in coarse hair. Even if she wasn’t getting off, and Ghost’s pretty face was hidden by his mask, the expressions in his eyes as she edged him toward his release were almost as satisfying.
“Fuck, you like that?” he questioned, hoarse and needy. “Almost like you were – hngh, shit – hoping I’d p-punish you.”
Even submissive, vulnerable on her knees before him and choking on his cock, Freyja still made him stutter and whimper. How many hours had he spent uncomfortably hard, keeping his dutiful post as their backup? Observing the near obscene show Soap had put on?
Ghost leaned his torso forward, supporting his weight against the wall with his free hand. He didn’t have to tell her he was close; even with his controlled breathing, his eyes threatening to flutter shut was a dead giveaway. Still, the head of his cock popped out of her mouth, garnering her attention again.
“How much of me can you take?”
“All of it.”
“Bloody hell…” He presented himself again, the hooded tip resting against her lips. “Lick.”
She immediately ducked under him and laid her tongue against the vein on the underside of his dick, applying soft, slow pressure to the tip again before taking him back in her mouth. Freyja picked up the speed and hummed around him, pushing (or rather, pulling) him closer and closer…
“Fucking shit – take it, take it, take it–”
His warm cum spilled down her throat, but she continued slowly guiding Ghost through his orgasm as he pulsated and huffed quietly above her. Freyja basked in the way he flinched, eyes closed as her touch bordered on overstimulating and torturous.
Satisfied and out of breath, Ghost jerked his hips away to avoid any more of her touch and offered his wife his hands. She immediately took them and was pulled to her feet effortlessly with a moment to find her balance. When he was finished tucking himself back into his trousers and fastening his belt again, Ghost slid the delicate strap of her dress that had slipped off her shoulder back into place, his gentle touch dragging across her skin.
Freyja was about to speak when the door rattled, someone trying to open it before they both heard a familiar accent on the other side. “Bonnie? ‘S me, open up.”
She gestured for him to stand out of sight for a moment while she unlocked the door and opened it just enough to let Soap in, careful not to expose her current state to others who may be watching from the party. When it was closed and secured again, Johnny took in their appearances; Freyja, clearly dazed with her hair tousled and makeup smudged, and Ghost, with his fly down, shirt untucked, and blazer tossed carelessly onto the sink.
Then, with the absolute, most shit-eating grin, said, “Ye’r welcome, Hen.”
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ok fine, wyllstarion rec list
the demons bade me write this. i have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings and a fabulous bookmarks list. come with me....and you'll be.......in a world of pure wyllstarion nation
note that this is like. an intermediate/advanced, 201-level list. i am trusting you, and assume you've already read asidian's body of work. you've read nothing is safe. you're reading Nothing Like the Sun &etc. Really anything that appears on the first two pages when sorting by bookmarks/kudos is disqualified due to pre-recognized excellence. (you could, however, go read them again)
are you back? good. now read:
"We Happy Few" - @geometea. listen to me. listen. i am looking deeply into your eyes. read this fucking fic. it's hard to shill without spoiling anything, BUT: wyll is a still-pacted grand duke. he used to have a bunch of unresolved romantic tension with astarion and now hasn't spoken to him for 15 years. now take that premise and add body horror, beautiful ominous surreal images, and SURPRISE BIG EMOTIONS. just trust me on this one, guys
"Crossed Blades" - @rebelontherocks. this is a...i think i have to call this a cozy sex romp. wyll and astarion are married, wyll is a busy duke, astarion needs more enrichment, astarion invents a very silly sex game by roleplaying teenage-wyll's smut books. wyll is So Deeply Into It. i love this fic for its characterization, its banter, and its commitment to paralleling character psychology to what sounds like an absolutely wild in-universe smut series (that is sketched with an impressive amount of detail and care tbh??).
"Comfort" - @acephalouscreature. short and sweet. wyll is injured and everyone expects astarion to take care of him. luckily, astarion has a dastardly plan to fake feelings for wyll by thinking about his feelings for wyll. you sure fooled them, astarion!! also featuring: astarion trying to figure out how to comfort someone by thinking about horses
"False Compare" - @jellyfishline. i'd recommend checking out their work generally, but i fell in love with this one first. wyll writes a sonnet! astarion is mean about it until he isn't! deeply in-character with an emphasis on how each of them communicates affection. gorgeous prose
"how to escape the torment nexus" - @ushauz. this series is incredibly unique, set in a fucked-up bad end where wyll is a lemure, astarion is still on the run from cazador, and almost everyone else is dead. where this really shines imo is wyll's POV: he's been through literal hell, doesn't remember his life, and is wading through his unconscious attachment to astarion like a foreign language. (side note also read Heart of Stone for a great lae'zel character piece)
"An Acorn in the Moonlight" - @anonyhex. this is one of the first wyllstarion fics i ever read and it has a special place in my heart!! it's particularly cathartic to read for Wyll reasons, including him actually getting to Have Emotions about what Ulder put him through. and they are so sweet with each other!!
"temporal displacement" - @purplecatghostposts. ok this came out like. yesterday but listen, i LOVE outsider pov of an astarion who's learned to show affection somewhat, seen from the eyes of someone who doesn't know his history and has no reason to suspect All Of That. and when that "outsider" is a dying 20-year-old wyll who just saw astarion step out of a time portal. well.
"nothing to make a song about" - themortal. for when you want something meaty and casefic-adjacent, set in a post-canon where wyll is the blade and not the duke (for once). contains bonding on the road, getting romantically snowed in together, and Symbolic Fetch-Quests.
i am also watching closely: "One of Those Prince-Types" by @lesbianralzarek and "sigh no more" by @tomorrowsrain. both are one chapter in and promise to be meaty, with execution that already feels very very promising
SPECIAL MENTION TO "Like Death (or Birth)" by The_Dancing_Walrus, which has some fraught implied background wyllstarion and is just generally completely baller. astarion kind-of sort-of accidentally adopts yenna, who got fucked up by her time as a potential sacrifice to bhaal. it works! i promise it works
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ONE SHOT : IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE
PAIRING : Lewis Hamilton x Black reader
****This story is a one shot. It has nothing to do with the series Between Us.
SUMMARY : Reader has her eyes on one of the most wanted bachelor, Lewis Hamilton, but for some reasons reality comes back to their faces.
WARNINGS (+18) : Heartbreak, angst, mild SMUT and mention of infidelity - 10k words
(English is not my first language so feel free me to correct me so I can improve it next time).
I'm so happy to finally get to share this one with you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 😘
Writing takes a lot of time, if you enjoyed, please reblog, comment and interact.
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The sound of your heels clicking on the wooden floor of the luxury yacht. Many heads turned around at your arrival, not for the sound of your heels but because of your charisma, beauty, energy, and aura. Certain people were meant to be seen, others were meant to shine, and some were meant to be felt. When it comes to you, not to sound pretentious, but you were the perfect mix of those three ingredients. Men or women, it does not matter. Only a few could resist your friendly yet sensual smile. To be honest, you were here for it. You were that girl, you knew it, and you often took advantage of this privilege.
Even if your entire presence played a major role in turning heads, you knew that some heads were only interested because of your father’s name. A detail you often liked to not mention because it could attract the wrong people. Being the daughter of a multi-millionaire man who succeeded with his high-end streetwear company had its ups and downs.
One of the pluses was being able to access private parties organised on yachts by your father’s company. A man, you took your inspiration to build your character until the recent months. He was a charismatic, charming, easy-going man whose presence could be felt the second he entered a room. Those qualities probably helped him lead the company to where it is today.
However, your father could also be manipulative, cold, too honest, and selfish. Flaws that you inherited from him, but tried your best to fight. After everything that happened these last few years, you refused to become like him.
Another advantage of being Daddy’s spoiled girl was that you had a word to say when it came to the choice of the DJs. Since your father barely listened to music, he often consulted you for recommendations. Your choice depended on whether you were attending the party or not. If you didn’t, you were simply going with a DJ who mastered the genre of music most people listened to in that area.
On the contrary, if you were to attend, the DJ needed to master hip-hop, R&B, and most importantly, Afrobeat. You didn’t really care about other people having fun. Most of them should be very grateful for even being invited. Many were just content to appear on the brand’s Instagram page.
Being invited to Olumi's very exclusive parties was, in itself, great exposure and opened the door to many opportunities. Very often, you wondered how your father created such a hype around his parties. He may not be the nicest person in the room, but he was one of the greatest businessmen of the last few years. 
Unfortunately, you had no power over the guest list established by the PR and communication teams. Sometimes, you wondered why they felt the need to invite influencers who openly hated you.
A good chunk of them were jealous of you because you were born into that lifestyle and never had to pretend or work hard to get it. You simply came out of the right womb and into the right family. Also, getting attention from the most desired men didn’t help. As you said earlier, your life came with ups and downs. 
You waved at Destiny, one of your best friends who lived in Paris. Her father was a well-known architect in West Africa, if not the most popular and talented. He was mostly famous for refusing to follow western architectural standards. For him, it was about that damn time, we stood up and embraced our own cultures, standards, and creations. In conclusion, she also came out of the right womb and into the right family.
"Girl, if you want to give these men a heart attack, just say it." You rolled your eyes at her. One thing you loved was teasing and charming men until they tried to make a move. That’s when your favourite moment happened, making them understand that you were unattainable, the type that could not fall for the first dude. The rarity factor probably fueled their curiosity. It was probably why many wanted you—a good-looking, captivating girl that the majority of men could not pull up.
The perfect type to parade around and boost a man’s ego. However, you were no fool. Deep inside, you knew most of them didn’t care about your personality or your story. Dating one of the hottest bachelorettes of the moment was all that mattered to them, expect him.
"Have you seen the guest list? You promised to use your power to invite my future husband." Destiny pouted, hoping to be reassured in the coming minutes.
"Yeah, the team invited him, but I have no idea if he accepted or declined. Wait for me, I’m going to check." You turned around and walked towards the security staff. They slightly lowered their heads when they saw you.
"Hey gentlemen, can I check the guest list please?" One of them immediately handed the paper to you. They could not refuse anyway, and they knew it. Whoever caused an inconvenience to the boss’ daughter would be fired within seconds. Most of the time, the staff liked you enough to do whatever you wanted. They appreciated you because you actually cared about them and treated them like human beings.
Contrary to many of your other rich peers. Once, an influencer disrespected a security guard just because he mispronounced her name. Despite his apologies, she kept calling him names and humiliating him in front of the other guests.
"Security, get this woman out of my father’s party." That night, you added one more enemy to your very long list. At the end, she was the one humiliated because the videos of her being kicked out went viral. One thing you were proud of was the values your mother transmitted to you.
From a very young age, she always taught you to be respectful to anyone without caring about their status or financial situation. The grown woman you were truly valued respect. Unfortunately, in those universes, it’s not the case for the majority. A good chunk of those privileged people think that they are superior because of fame, status, or money. 
You continued to read the list attentively, rolling your eyes plenty of times at the names of certain influencers and celebrities. A loud gasp escaped your mouth when you noticed the name of a very famous F1 driver you knew too well. One you have spent many times with, one you have been on dates with more than once, one you were regularly having sex with, one you even shared jokes and conversations with, and one you have been vulnerable with. To this day, you are still surprised at how you allowed him to even get to know that part of you.
He was one of the rare men who succeeded in breaking down your barriers. The charisma, beauty, mindset, values, and personality he had charmed you. The man captivated you so badly and went so hard that he even got to sleep with you. Although you had the image of a charming woman—some would even say a player—you were not the type of girl to mess around. If we count the best man you ever had, your body count fits on one hand.
Obviously, the status and family you had wouldn’t allow you to live that kind of life. If that were the case, your parents would have dealt with it a long time ago. The good thing is that you were safe with your ex-partners because all of them signed an NDA. Lust couldn’t stop you from seeing the bigger vision, always. Having your sexual life spilled on the internet was something you feared. Not only for yourself but for the image of your family and your father’s businesses. 
A smirk appeared on your face when you remembered the night you exchanged NDAs with him. That night, you laughed pretty loudly when he handed you his own NDA in his suite after signing yours. At the thought of some memories with him, you wondered if you had made the right choice months ago.
After staring at the name Lewis Hamilton for a moment, you handed the list back to the staff. Fuck, why did your father love to invite him everywhere? If it wasn’t for those exclusive parties, you would never have met him. The funny thing is that your story started and ended in the same place, at a private party organised by your father’s company. After taking a step back, you realised that you could have handled things differently.
The last time you saw him, he frowned at you before giving you the coldest stare ever. Torturing your mind about past events was not a solution. All of that belonged to the past, it didn’t matter anymore. If you come across him, you will simply greet him and move on like any grown adult would.
By the look on your face, Destiny knew that some undesirable people were going to be there tonight. "Okay, just drop the names, Sis. I can literally see the frustration on your face."
"Who cares about some girls I don’t like? My main problem tonight might be Champion."
Champion was the code for Lewis, not because of his F1 performances. Here you mainly refereed to his great bed skills. "So Lewis is here? Oh my god! How do you feel?" You put your index finger on your lips to ask Destiny to lower her tone. If your father ever learns that you slept with one of his guests, you will be consigned for life. "Don’t say his name in public."
"Calm down, girl! He’s not candyman." You rolled your eyes at her while crossing your arms. 
Every single soul in the industry knew that you were the apple in the Eden Garden, people could look, but it was completely forbidden to taste or even touch. Apparently, Lewis didn’t care about that rule, which is not surprising to you. He was the type of man who loved thinking outside the box.
Thinking about him always sparked a fire within your body, and the way he used to make love to you would stay in your mind forever. No one ever topped him, and you doubted someone could ever. "I feel good. He belongs to the past. Oh, your future husband, aka Kylian Mbappé, declined the invitation. Apparently, sports obligations. That’s what was written on the list." Destiny stomped her foot on the floor before pouting. "If it’s not bad luck, I don’t know what it is."
"You will probably find someone else, it’s no big deal."
”No, he’s the one, I want." You teasingly patted her shoulder.
"You should have taken his number when you attended Cindy Bruna’s birthday party." 
"Bitch, I was still recovering from my heartbreak." You rolled your eyes.
"Yes, a baller broke your heart, so let’s hope for the next one." She slapped your arm, giving you a death glare.
"I told you he just wanted to have sex with you. The man gives off very fuckboy vibes."
"I learned my lesson, let’s not bring it back." 
"Yes, I have to because you’re about to make the same mistake," you gently responded.
"Kylian is not the same, he’s different." You shook your head, trying to clear your best friend's mind.
"How would you know?" The beautiful brown-skinned woman put her fists on her hips, sending you death glares.
"Not everybody is like you, Y/N. I believe the right person can improve or change out of love." Sometimes, you wish to be as naive as Destiny.
However, life has proven to you that you need to be careful and mostly realistic. "Even if that were the case, that person wasn’t Lewis." You concluded the conversation by seizing her forearm to get some drinks.
****
After a few shots, you were already in a better mood. The light euphoria alcohol brought you was not strong enough to erase the controlling, charming, and charismatic parts of you. As a brand ambassador, you tried your best to greet every guest. Depending on the person in front of you, the interaction could last a few minutes up to twenty minutes. Thankfully, most conversations didn’t last that long.
Most were either too intimidated or too thirsty for attention. In some eyes, lust, fame, opportunities, and money were the only things you could read. As you always do, you ignored your father's advice, which was to stay friendly with everyone, even those you hated.
Nevertheless, you chose to ignore his words. Not out of pride, you just refused to give your attention to or waste time on people who were not worth it. After all, it was your father's party, so you didn’t have to be hypocritical for an image or whatever.
Surprisingly, the brunette who hated you the most was nowhere to be seen, and the same was true for Lewis. Maybe he already left, you knew how booked and busy the man was. Stopping quickly was part of his life, simply coming to say hello, taking some pictures, and leaving often happened.
Your thoughts stopped when you saw Lewis chat with the influencer you had a beef with. Of course, Destiny had to aggravate. "Your bestie is discussing with your man."
After giggling and shaking your head, you replied, "He’s not my man." Her entire being irritated you to the highest point, not because of Lewis. The problem was her entire personality, she was fake, greedy, arrogant, and superficial.
Seeing Lewis after all those months reopened a thirst you thought you had tamed. You must admit, the man was even more beautiful than he was months ago. For a 38-year-old, he looked incredible. To the point where you wondered if the man was ageing backwards. The only noticeable difference was his new nose piercing. If he were any random guy, you would have frowned. However, we were talking about Lewis, the man whose face card never declined.
He truly rocked the two piercings on both sides of his nose. Suddenly, a wave of heat conquered your body as your mind brought back the images of him, with his nose against your pubis as his tongue licked your lips. Having sexual thoughts after consuming such an amount of alcohol was the best recipe for horniness. 
The return to reality interrupted the fantasy as you watched the pair interact. Destiny commented, "Damn. She wants his D." The way she gave him puppy eyes, the way she often felt the need to touch him, the way she flipped her hair, and the way she bit her lips left no doubts. She wanted to spend the night with him.
Whatever her reasons were, you wouldn’t allow her to. Sure, the way you ended things wasn’t admirable, but that doesn’t mean that you couldn’t test your seduction power on him. Maybe he was still fond of you.
The more minutes passed by, the more your pettiness increased, until you completely surrendered. He wasn’t your man, but you were territorial just like your father, and just like him, you enjoyed using your charm to see where it could go. By the way you readjusted your dress, Destiny understood. "You can’t help, uh?"
Using a softer and more sensual voice, you replied, "Watch me."
You approached the pair, walking in the most confident and sexiest manner, as if you owned the entire place. The second Lewis’ eyes laid on you, the smile on his face vanished. He looked confused and angry—the same face he had when you abandoned him in a yacht bathroom six months ago. If he thought his grimace could destabilise you, then he didn’t spend enough time with you.
Step one: invade his personal space and impose your presence. You extended your hand to him with a bright smile, to which he replied to avoid any curious stares.
Step two: drop a compliment to break the ice. "Welcome aboard, Sir Hamilton. My father’s favourite F1 athlete and mine as well." You whispered the end of the sentence, intensifying the eye contact between you. The brunette next to him cleared her throat.
Step three: deal with the girl you despited so much. After gulping, you turned to her and extended your hand as well. The arrogant woman she was looked down at your hand before giggling.
"Let’s not pretend, spoiled brat. You hate me as much as I hate you."
In spite of the confidence she tried to display, you could read her like an open book. She felt threatened by your presence. The way her muscles were tensed betrayed her lack of real confidence. Good, it will take you less than a minute to crush her.
"Baby, I don’t even hate. To hate someone, you need to care in the first place. If I truly hated you, I would have asked the security to kick you out, like I kicked your friend out months ago." The second you ended your sentence, you felt her eyes darken. She probably hated you more than before.
"Mr. Hamilton, have you already seen some pieces of the capsule collection?" Lewis knew what you were up to, he was no fool. With a kind yet fake smile on his face, he nodded.
"Yes, the designers did a great job. The finish of the clothes is just perfect. It’s good to see that some of us are great at finishing things." 
You smirked, understanding the double meaning of the last sentence. "Mr. Hamilton has an acute eye, dad would love to know it." Lewis gave you a bad stare, probably wondering if you were audacious enough to threaten to talk about your adventure to your father.
"Actually, Mrs. YLN, I would love to get another look at those pieces." The brunette looked at him in delusion. 
"My pleasure! Follow me, Sir." Even if he could not stand you, he was still sensitive to your charm. You winked at her, which enraged her even more. Out of despair, she grabbed Lewis’ arm and whispered in the naughtiest tone, "I’ll wait for you here."
Lewis simply nodded and grinned before following you. Of course, you were not going to show him clothes. What you needed was a private spot to get everything clear. Since your father locked his private rooms, you had to be content with a sofa at the back of the yacht. The sound of the waves eased your nerves as you sat down. You already knew that the conversation would be uncomfortable. 
Lewis looked straight in front of him, his eyes avoided making any eye contact with the woman he once sincerely appreciated. The distant tone of his voice almost made you jump.
"So, is it how dirty you play? You’d snitch to your father about us, just to cause me some troubles." You puffed while staring at him. "Don’t be ridiculous. It wasn’t an innuendo. You know me, if I wanted to say some, I would have. It’s better for the both of us if he never learns."
You paused, surprised to not hear anything coming from his mouth. "Also, it’s not because I refused to consider you a boyfriend that I will sabotage you. Come on, I’m not that cruel. I know my father represents a good fashion opportunity for you in the future. I know how important it is for you."
You were hit again with silence. "Can you answer to me? I mean, it’s just being respectful." Lewis turned his face to look at you, his jaw clenching.
"You’re the fucking last person who should talk about respect." No one has ever talked to you that way. In fact, most people praised you for your manners and education. This one hurt, you must admit. Lewis shook his head, sarcastically laughing.
"What did I expect? Everybody warned me about you. You’re not the type to catch feelings, you’re the type to break hearts." You furrowed your brows. Damn, you knew people loved to talk behind your back, but not like that.
"Who cares? They don’t know me, so why would they assume such things?"
"It doesn’t matter. They were right, you’re nothing but a spoiled brat who only thinks about herself. A manipulative person who uses her charisma and charm to get what she wants. Once your mission is accomplished, you just throw people away. You’re no different than the greedy influencers you criticised. You’re selfish." He spat, taking his time to articulate every word.
If he wanted to take revenge on what you said to him months ago, he won. Those words opened a new cut, your eyes glistened with tears as you stared at him. This time, he faced you with obvious disdain. Your heart broke in pieces when you thought about how he used to look at you.
The loving, lustful, and gentle eyes were long gone. Usually, you were very good at hiding your emotions, but with him, you always struggled more than usual. "I will never thank you enough for your actions. I dodged a fucking bullet."
Sure, you went hard on him last time, but not that hard. It was too much for you, the confident woman vanished, giving place to the unhealed and hurt woman you often tried to hide.
"Lewis, everybody can tell those things about me, except you. After all the time we’ve spent together, you know the real me. You’re not allowed to say those things." Lewis giggled again, shaking his head at the same time.
"Let me rephrase. I thought I knew you." If you were truly in private, you would have cursed him out for being that harsh on you.
"Lewis, I know I hurt you. There’s not a day I don’t regret saying those things to you. I’m sorry, Lewis. What you can’t do is say that I used you. What did I even gain?"
Lewis was very calm and collected, the complete opposite of your current state. "You gained company, great sex, fun dates, a shoulder to cry on, a real and strong bond. Isn’t what you said before completely changing your mind? Also, contrary to many of the guys you entertain, I actually cared about you."
Another memory that made your heart clench. After you learned that your father had once again cheated on your mother, you immediately flew all the way to Monaco to spend a few days with him. In that moment, he was the first person you thought of to comfort you. The atmosphere at your parents house was so toxic that you needed to escape.
The final straw was your fight with your father when you confronted him about his actions. That night, many words were said, the ones that would probably leave scars. Lewis truly had been a huge supporter those days. Now, you do indeed feel like a spoiled brat. The way you rejected him was not okay. Not when he has proved to have nothing but good intentions. 
His words felt like low blows, but you refused to break down. "Lewis, I didn’t mean what I said. My goal was just to make sure you never reached out again. You’re an amazing man, a golden soul, a rare soul, I would even say.
Definitely better than most men I interacted with, but in my head we were just having fun and enjoying each other’s company. Feelings were out of the equation from day one." You took a deep breath before pursing, "I acted the way I did because I don’t want to end like my mother. Yeah, I had feelings too, but not enough to give you what you wanted from me."
Lewis played with the ring on his left hand before questioning you. "Are you sure? I don’t buy it."
"Yeah, there was a part of the truth. Look, my mother is married to a high-value man who ended up cheating on her the second he got good money. I’ve seen her cry, the pain in her eyes, and the despair. I never want to be that woman. I know things like that will happen if I ever get in a relationship with a man like you." Lewis sighed before giving you a bad stare. "There we fucking go." 
"Not to be mean, but let’s be honest. You haven’t been in many serious relationships. Also, you haven’t been faithful in your past ones. Last but not least, you’re so used to meaningless sex that you will probably struggle to stay faithful, be vulnerable, communicate, or whatever. In general, the qualities and sacrifices required in a long-term relationship. You’re so not used to it that it’s hard to trust you. No offence, but I need to protect myself. Also, don’t act like you weren’t seeing other girls while we were banging."
Lewis stood up, slowly approaching you, which did nothing but increase the awkwardness between you. "None of them provoked the special feelings I had in your company." He paused, hoping that you would react, but you never moved or even showed an ounce of emotion. 
"Also, your mother’s story is not yours. Stop projecting her traumas onto your own life." You raised one eyebrow. "It’s a trauma for me too. Don’t trip. The situation is affecting me too."
"You’re going to miss out on a lot of things if you have this mindset. You should also know that being a high-earning man doesn’t necessarily mean cheating." This time, you couldn’t hold it anymore. A genuine laugh escaped your lips. "Most of them are cheaters. I’m seeing things in my DMs and at parties. I know what I’m talking about. You won’t convince me."
"What I meant is that it’s not a question of revenue. Anyway, it’s a shame. You’re letting fear get the best of you. If you actually appreciated me, you would have realised that I’ve been vulnerable and tried to communicate with you."
"It’s not a question of fear. I’m realistic."
"What truly got me wasn’t even being rejected, it was your words. The way you switched felt like a punch in the face."
You stayed silent for a moment. Deep inside, you knew that you could have handled things better. Lewis has treated you with nothing but kindness, what you gave in return was harshness, pettiness, and coldness. The traits you inherited from your father that you tried to fight so hard: "I apologise for the words I used last time and how I treated you. It’s true that you deserved better. I’ll always cherish the moments I spent with you." Lewis nodded as he looked away.
The sounds of the waves in the background soothed the tense moment. After a moment of hesitation and silence, he finally responded, "I appreciate the apology. Know that I don’t mean what I said earlier. You’re not a spoiled brat. I guess I just wanted to have a reaction. Actually, you’re a good person, and I’m glad I got to know you the way I did. Even if I wanted more.”
"In another life, maybe." 
”You’ll always hold a special spot in my heart.”
”Me too, Lewis.”You giggled before the silence settled in. 
Lewis was the one to break it. "Not to be rude, but I would like to go back to the party. I’m glad we had that conversation." You nodded as you opened your arms to hug him tightly, smelling his scent one last time. When you split, the two of you stayed still, staring into each other's eyes in the middle of a comforting silence that brought memories back.
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Going to exclusive parties and meeting famous people was a part of your daily life. Nothing or no one impresses you like that any more. The only reason you kept coming to those parties was to have fun.
Here, you could let it go and truly party like a normal person. something you could hardly do in a regular club. That night, a particular man caught your attention. His beauty was not the first thing you noticed. In fact, his charisma and energy were much more radiant than his facial features. Also, contrary to all his peers, this one didn’t pay attention to you.
The player side of you jumped out, seeing an opportunity to try your seductive and charismatic skills on him. His name was often pronounced during the parties, even when he couldn’t grace you with his presence. Lewis Hamilton, the man many women had a hard time forgetting after simply talking to him, Today, you could kind of see why.
There was something captivating and attractive about this man. No wonder he imposes an NDA on his sexual partners. Many would probably pander around parties and cities to let the world know that she had one of the most popular athletes attention. Apparently, his NDA was tight, but not enough because the rumours kept going around. Almost everyone knew that Lewis was a beast in bed. 
If he were interesting enough, maybe you would honour him by spending the night with you. After engulfing a shot of tequila, you walked towards his table. Not a simple walk, the most confident one, the one that probably screams, My father owns the yacht you are partying on. His eyes immediately turned around and stopped to fully look at you. A giggle escaped your mouth when you noticed how he stopped the conversation with the man who sat by his side.
"Sr. Hamilton. I finally get to meet you. I’m YNLN, the one who picks the DJs for the parties." You extended your hand with the most welcoming smile. Lewis grinned in return before gently seizing your hand and shaking it. His eyes changed when he noticed the firmness of your grip. Now that you had his attention, you could start to play by your rules.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. YLN. Isn’t your father the owner of Olumi Fashion Group?" You knew this question would come, the second you gave out your name, people would guess in a few seconds. "Yeah. We can say that." You nonchalantly replied, trying your best to switch subjects. 
"I hope Sir Hamilton is getting the best treatment from our team."
"You can call me Lewis, it’s okay. Everything is perfect. Thank you."
The intensity of his stare intrigued you, there was a spark—something special you wanted to discover. "I’m intrigued, Lewis." You whispered, emphasising Lewis, making him lick his lips.
"You’re often on my father’s guest list, yet it’s the first time I get to see you."
"In reality, I rarely attend because of racing." You nodded with a fake disappointed face.
"You’re missing out." Lewis tilted his head to the side to engulf your figure with his eyes. "Missing out on what? I need precision." The man was bold, and you loved it. Exactly, the type of energy you were living for. It felt different to speak to a man who was not intimated by your charisma, beauty, status, or even your father’s wallet.
You purposefully refused to answer his question. "Well, if you want to, I can give you a yacht tour. It could also be the opportunity to see the different sides of the event." The mysterious man who sat by his side tapped his shoulder before slightly lowering his head to greet you. When he was gone, you giggled.
"I hate when people do that. I’m not a royal. I bet he didn’t even do it for you, Sir Hamilton." Lewis laughed, happy to get to spend some time with one of the least accessible women in the world. Many men tried and failed, you weren’t inaccessible because of your money, more like because you were a control freak and refused to open up to just anyone. 
No, he didn’t." Lewis teasingly complained about the man’s behaviour. "People nowadays, so disrespectful."
You laughed before slightly lowering your head. "Sorry for my impudence, Sir Hamilton." Lewis licked his lips again before whispering, "I accept if you agree to have a few drinks with me after the special visit." You extended your hand to him.
At first, he looked surprised but ended up shaking it. You already looked forward to sitting down and talking to him. For once, your gut was right. The man was worth the small effort you put in. 
Offering a yacht tour was the silliest choice. If there was one thing you hated in this world, it was displaying your father’s wealth. Lewis looked more intrigued by the interior design and the art pieces your father chose than the luxurious side of the yacht. If you were honest, you hated that yacht.
Most of your fellow rich friends would have collapsed if they had ever heard your thoughts. How dare you not enjoy the peak of luxury and privilege? Well, sometimes you dreamed about doing more regular things, and spending the day on the yacht with bodyguards and paparazzi was not your vision of enjoying life.
Lewis stopped in the main room, taking his time to analyse the various Nigerian, Beninese, and Gabonese artefacts your father picked to decorate the room, and protect the yacht from bad energy. Lewis attentively listened to your explanations before smiling at you. 
"What a great guide." You snorted while shrugging. "I love going to museums when I’m travelling. The positive thing about being wealthy is that you can visit after opening hours with a special guide." 
Your heart clenched at the thought of those visits to the museum. Most of the time, you were enjoying them alone with the guide. Despite your father’s promises to come, he never did. The only time he made it, the visit had been interrupted by work. That day, you pursued it alone.
Your mother never agreed to come with you, which was understandable since she hated museums. Lewis rested his hand on your naked shoulder. The feeling of his skin almost made you melt. For whatever reason, his touch felt right.
"Is everything alright?" You nodded, quickly brushing the memories off your mind. "Okay, Lewis. The tour is over, I’m thirsty." Lewis grinned at the sound of your voice pronouncing thirsty. He probably had the kind of thirst you were referring to. If he thought that you would give in that easily, then he had no idea who he was talking to.
Another privilege of being the daughter of the owner of the yacht was that you could access privileges that guests couldn’t benefit from. Lewis and you ended up on a miniboat, drinking a bottle of vodka that you mixed with juice.
Instead of having a typical boring conversation, you opted for a drinking game to get to know him better. The rules were simple: from turn to turn, you would ask a multiple-choice question, and if the answer was wrong, the person had to drink.
Lewis was happy with his choice, content with the raw liquid burning his throat. He hoped that the burn would tame whatever he felt around you. He couldn’t lose control, not with a woman like you and with the status you had.
The more you discussed and got to know one another, the more you appreciated each other's company. Lewis was a very humble, gentle, collected, and positive guy. You understood why your father liked him that much. The man has qualities he could never have, no matter how hard he tried.
His hand rested on your thigh as you both stared at the dark horizon. It was impossible to explain how his hand ended up in this spot. Whatever the reason, you just enjoy the physical touch.
The reflection of the moon on the water has always fascinated you. Lewis noticed how intensely you focused on the point. "Moon fan?"
"Yeah, I just find it very relaxing. It has always been a refuge for me when the world is too noisy. What about you?"
"I would rather call myself a space nerd."
"I understand why. Space is so intriguing. Every time I look at the sky, I can’t help but think about what’s going on in this infinite galaxy. Anyway, I’m more of a moon nerd." Lewis giggled before turning his head to look at you, wrapped in a velvet blanket. Your smart ass forgot to bring a jacket before jumping on the boat.
"You’re different than what I imagined." He finally whispered, making you raise your brows. "Wait, how did you imagine me?"
"An arrogant and capricious daddy girl." He smirked.
"Ah! I’m not surprised. Most people think that. See? This is why it’s important to judge by your own." The two of you shared a calm laugh before you rested your head on his shoulder. Tonight, all kinds of barriers were down. The alcohol you consumed made sure of that. "You smell so fucking good, Lewis." 
"You don’t smell that bad either." You laughed again, playfully smacking his arm. "Be careful, we’re two against one in that boat." Even if the security guard didn’t seem to pay attention, you knew he would stick by your side just in case. Speaking of the security guard, he abandoned his rigid position and face to inform you that you needed to go back on the yacht to join the deck. You threw your head back and groaned.
"Fuck, for once I had someone interesting, it’s a shame." The second you went back on the luxurious megaboat, you would have to care about the other guests until the end. A personal mission you couldn’t neglect at the risk of pissing your father off and confirming the rumours. The mermaid is the nickname often granted to you because of your powerful aura, irresistible charm, and great seduction skills. Knowing your father, if he ever hears about your mini-escapade with Lewis, he will make sure that you never attend one of his parties again.
Lewis soft voice took you out of your head. "It’s not because it’s the first time that it has to be the last." You smirked and subtly sucked on your bottom lip. His audacity and confidence were great turn-ons. "Yeah, I’ll probably meet other dudes at the party." Lewis shook his head as you both giggled. 
The next few hours consisted of smiling to strangers for you, but in the eyes of the world. Influencers, athletes, singers, rappers, actors, producers, models, and sometimes even businessmen were a part of your daily life. Most people would kill to have your spot and access to the elite. The truth is that the majority of them were boring, self-entitled, greedy, and fake. The complete opposite of you were. A part of you that only a few people get to see.
The average person, thanks to the media, sees you as nothing else than a lucky, spoiled brat who is benefiting from nepotism. The fake smile you plastered on your face for the entire night widened when people started to leave the boat. Finally, you would go home and just be by yourself. Your eyes attentively looked at every guest, you needed to see him before going home. The man who provoked sensations you never experienced. A part of him thought that it could also be the desire to defy authority. In this case, your powerful father could literally ruin his life if he ever hurts his daughter.
Lewis was the last guest to leave the boat. When he stopped in front of you, the bodyguards discreetly hid to give you some privacy. Their colleague probably informed them of what happened with Lewis. The man leaned in to kiss your cheeks and hug you.
"Thank you for the small boat talk. I truly enjoyed it." His smile could make anyone melt, it felt so genuine. The complete opposite of yours. A smile you wanted to see again, not at your father’s party. In a more intimate and private place. It was now or never. 
You pouted, gently grabbing his forearm. "I thought you liked me. This is how you’re saying goodbye to me? I’m disappointed." He placed his hand on top of yours and giggled.
"I’m the one who’s disappointed, I thought a woman of your calibre knew better than not using her words." You bit your lips at his audacity before rolling your eyes. "Kiss me then." Lewis took a few steps towards you until his face was in front of yours.
After staring at your lips for a moment, he placed his hand on your cheek. Waking up sensations you've never felt before, a desire for romance. Confidently, he nibbled on your bottom lip before capturing both lips. If the paparazzi ever caught you kissing an athlete, one of his special guests, aka his favourite pilot.
He would disinherit you in the twinkling of an eye. Lewis deepens the kiss by slowly inserting his tongue into your mouth. The man knew how to kiss, his mouth perfectly moved in accordance with yours. Your entire body was on fire, asking for more. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands dangerously rubbed the small of your back.
Even if you enjoyed the moment—one of the best kisses of your life—you needed to put an end to it. Lewis was a great catch, but the same rule applied to him. You were not going to have sex with him after a few hours of meeting him.
"Mr. Hamilton, It’s not happening without at least a date." You split the kiss by pushing your head back. "I thought the boat escapade was one." He teased, licking his lips.
"Why do light-skinned men feel the need to lick their lips like that?" Lewis burst out laughing, he didn’t expect that from you. "Not even a date, and you’re already roasting me. Okay. I’m willing to take the risk of getting roasted for the next date." You smiled seductively as he pulled his phone out.
The first date, meeting, or whatever people could call it, turned into two, then three, before becoming a monthly habit when your schedules allowed it. From the first time you talked to him to everything that happened after, you knew Lewis would have your attention for a moment. The chemistry between you two was undeniable. Despite your various attempts to brush off the sexual tension, it escalated every day.
Anyone who knew nothing about you could easily assume that you were a couple. You snorted at the image of you as a couple. It was clearly not something you imagined. Lewis had great qualities, but not enough to abandon your single lady life. The last relationship you had was a complete waste of time.
The most valuable things you gained from it were expensive gifts that you could probably have bought yourself. Even the sex was mediocre. information you shared with Lewis one day as you discussed it in the private lounge of his five-star hotel. 
"Sometimes I’m wondering what great sex feels like. I refuse to believe that all men are mediocre like him."
"Not all of us are mediocre. I can ensure you." His confidence turned you on, even if you would never admit it out loud. Many thoughts and ideas flew inside your head, it would be a dangerous game to continue that conversation. You knew where and how the night would end, but maybe you wanted to give it a try. Relieving sexual frustration would not kill you, right? 
"Mr. Hamilton looks very confident about his sexual prowess. "You can only tell me whatever, no one is there to confirm anyway." Lewis smirked as his fingers slowly brushed your elbow. The simple contact of his finger caused goosebumps to appear on your skin. "You can judge for yourself if you want to." A one-shot thing would not do anything. "Hum. You’re pretty bold, Lewis."
"You should know it by now. My offer is still on the table. Don’t worry, there’s no expiration date." Lewis looked at you, tapping something on your phone, his eyes were insistent. The control freak probably wondered what you were up to and why you were taking so much time to reply.
"Look at your phone." He immediately pulled his phone out of his pocket to read your message. Lewis giggled when he saw the NDA you sent. "We’re too similar, Y/N. It’s scary. You’ll sign mine when we arrive in the suite."
"Sign it so we can go upstairs." The tone of your voice changed, your curiosity activated a powerful fire that could be seen in your eyes. Lewis’ eyes were also different, you could notice a new type of fire.
The session started with a heated makeout, one of the best you have experienced thus far. Both of you were savouring every second of kisses, caresses on the back, arms, cheeks, and behind. You were so focused on the moment that it felt like time had stopped. A feeling you never experienced in your past.
You could tell by the way he kissed and sucked on your neck and how subtle his movements were when he undressed you that the man was experienced. He barely touched you, as you could tell. When his warm mouth closed around your nipple, you could confirm. Sucking, licking, massaging, pinching, kissing, repeat. You understood you were in for a long time when you orgasmed because of intense nipple stimulation and play. 
Who could have thought that having Lewis’ face between your legs would be the hottest image that you have ever seen? After spending days and nights wondering what it felt like to get oral, you finally get to experience it tonight. Your stars in the sky probably got tired of your complaints. At first, Lewis thought that you lied to impress him. "Your ex-boyfriend never did that to you?"
You shook your head, confirming your novice status in terms of cunnilingus. "What about the other guys?"
"Why don’t you believe me? It never happened, I’m telling you."
"What a shame! A beautiful woman like you. Thankfully, you get to experience it tonight."
In less than a few minutes, you were over the moon. How did you survive without it all that time? Thinking about it, Lewis had every right to be confident about his bed skills, he truly knew how to please his partner. Your watery eyes made him smile. The bastard knew what he was doing and how far he could push your buttons. At the feeling of your clit being softly sucked on, your legs shook as the pressure in your lower stomach intensified. An exquisite mix of sensations that was ruined by the need to pee.
"Oh fuck! Lewis, stop. I think I need to pee." He giggled as he firmly smacked your inner thigh. "It’s no pee, sweetie. Just release the pressure." You suddenly laid on your elbows, trying to understand what he meant. "I’m not into peeing on people’s faces at all." The grimace you made provoked another giggle from him. ”Relax, and you’ll see. Believe me, I’m not into it either. Just lay down and enjoy." 
Your intuition trusted him enough to listen to his advice. The same sensations returned minutes after the small interruption. You hated how Lewis almost read into your mind. "It’s not pee. Just let it go, sweetie." He was right, holding yourself back would probably frustrate you sexually.
As you were having an internal discussion on what you should do next, Lewis flicked his tongue around your clit, opening the door to a new side of you. Another wave of intense sensations washed over you until you squirted all over him. "Lewis, you’re going to kill me. It’s amazing."
He snorted as he gently rubbed your legs. "Now is no time to die. You haven’t experienced the best." The moon shone through the suite window, a silent and discreet witness to the passionate night you were living. Your nails dug in his back as he rotated his hips, reaching spots you ignored having. If someone had told you that you could be that loud during the act, you would have laughed. Yet you were in that delicious position today.
Taking great pleasure from a man you could barely call a friend. If you knew that he was that good, you would have given in earlier. There were no words to describe the euphoria you felt when he slide himself inside of you. The sensation of fullness combined with the overstimulation of two past orgasms did not help. Sometimes you have a hard time believing what you are experiencing. 
You never imagined yourself crying out of pleasure in bed and begging a man to give you another orgasm. Yet there you were today. A very enjoyable position to be in.
"Lewis, please, please. Don’t stop." He let out a loud groan when he felt your walls tightening around him. You screamed as your third orgasm of the night washed you over, taking him down with you.
"Lewis, wow. I must admit, you were confident for a reason. Your dick is a 10/10." He smiled, trying to collect his breath at the same time. "By the way you squirted and screamed, you should have given an 11." You chuckled before replying, "Stay humble, please."
****
Ever since that night, your relationship with Lewis has switched from friends with benefits. Every time you would meet him, both of you would end up in bed. The first time, both of you tried to tame the little freak who hid deep inside. After the third time, any kind of restraint was gone. You trusted him enough to experience everything you ever dreamed of. Things that would probably infuriate your father if he ever heard of them Sure, coordinating your busy schedules and also making sure to never be seen near each other was a challenge, but the reward was absolutely worth it. 
As the months passed, sexless nights happened more and more often. Without realising you were getting closer and closer. Reaching the point of being vulnerable with him. Those who knew you knew your vulnerability, and you were not friends. Most of the time, you would keep things for yourself. A personal habit that your best friends hated. One night, you even ended up crying on his couch in his New York apartment after witnessing your grandmother say the most hurtful things to your mother.
A woman who went through a lot during her marriage. A narcissistic mother-in-law, a cheating husband, mistresses calling her to humiliate her, and so on. The empathetic man Lewis was stayed up with you all night long. For the first time, he opened up more about his family and childhood in general, hoping that he could bring some comfort by sharing his story too.
After the deep conversations, vulnerability, and emotional moments flowed, Lewis offered to watch a series. An offer you gladly accepted to distract your mind and forget what happened hours ago. 
Lewis never showed it, but he felt privileged and special to hang out with one of the most wanted women in Hollywood. Without asking him, you confidently rested your head on his thighs. Lewis smiled and started to play with your locs. The first time he talked to you, he would never have imagined having a friendship with you. He knew that sex was not out of the equation, but a deep connection...
Lewis was trying to fight the inevitable, but deep inside he knew. The way you presented yourself, the way you think and speak, and the business side of you, combined with your empathy, calmness, charisma, confidence, generosity, and ambition, attracted him. Before he realised it, you were making out on his couch. The kisses had nothing sexual, they were even hesitant at first. However, it did not last. They quickly turned into passionate and affectionate kisses. 
"Thank you for being there for me, Lewis. It means a lot." 
****
Reality quickly struck Lewis about the nature of your relationship. The way you nonchalantly questioned him about his other hookups or dates and how you refused any kind of date he offered. The strong bond looked more like a sexual arrangement, one that clearly bothered Lewis. He knew how special you were and how fascinating you could be, and he wanted more.
Just being the friend who gives dick from time to time was not enough for him anymore. The message became even clearer after you talked about relationships in general. Then came the subject of fidelity, a subject he now regretted bringing to the table. "Lewis, you can’t be loyal to one woman. A man like you can’t."
"What do you mean by a man like me?"
"Beautiful, rich, good dick, nice person." The laughs you let out were the worst part. He understood that you would never take him seriously. The conclusion of the conversation was the cherry on top. "Anyway, it’s none of my business. It’s not like you’re my man or going to be."
Lewis knew that the situation in which he was stuck was tough, but he couldn’t resist you. Every single time you texted or called him to set up a meetup, he gave in. Despite his deep desire to say no and run away from you before it’s too late, maybe it's already too late. He couldn’t explain why he had a hard time keeping his distance from you. Perhaps it was the fact that he was defying authority by sleeping with one of the most powerful men's daughters. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t explain.
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Tonight, Lewis has been invited again by your father to another yacht party. One that youwill specially attend to see him. As you hoped to get a few orgasms, Lewis hoped for kisses, cuddles, and good conversations. Nevertheless, his plans vanished when he saw you standing next to your father. The CEO and founder of one of the biggest fashion companies came in person. "Oh shit!" He thought to himself. He hoped that your father would never figure things out.
The imposing man shook hands with Lewis to welcome him aboard. By the smile on his face, you could tell that your father was more than happy to meet Lewis for the third time in his life. A few weeks ago, he met him at the Monaco GP, where you were supposed to join Lewis. However, the plan changed when you learned about your father’s presence. The same night, you called Lewis and explained the situation.
You could hear his disappointment, but you preferred to protect him from your low-key tyrannic father. If he ever heard that his dear daughter had slept with his favourite F1 pilot, he would make sure to blacklist Lewis in the fashion industry. A risk you couldn’t take, not when you knew what fashion represented for Lewis. 
Deep inside, you prayed that your father’s collaborators or business partners would arrive so you could spend time with Lewis. You missed his lips on your body and his weight on top of you. Today, you could understand what being ad-dick-ted looked like, and you hated it. Losing control was clearly not in your vocabulary.
The stars once again aligned with you. One of your father’s best business partners just arrived on board. You displayed the most genuine smile to him, who looked surprised by the situation. What he ignored was that this smile was not for him. This one was for the incoming orgasms. 
Despite his partner's arrival, your father kept Lewis with him for one more hour. What on earth could they possibly talk about for an hour? Expect business, and F1, you could not see. The second Lewis exited your father’s private lounge, you took his hand and led him to the first bathroom you found. You locked the door, biting your lips, anticipating future moves. Curiosity sparked in you when you saw Lewis’ eyes looking intensely into the mirror.
"Is everything alright? Did my father already traumatise you?" You chuckled while slowly wrapping your arms around his waist. "Don’t worry, I’m going to make you feel better." Lewis thought he would pass out when you murmured in his ear before gently biting his lobe. 
If you compare it to the previous months, Lewis was more passionate during sex. He would kiss you more often, compliment you, stare into your eyes even more, and murmur sweet things in your ear. Just like a loving couple would do. Expect that in your head, things were crystal clear. Lewis was a great friend with great benefits, but it stopped here. Sure, you liked the man, but you also knew what deeper involvement meant. 
Lewis had his hand over your mouth to stop your screams. Your back was against the wall as your legs wrapped around his waist. His brown eyes focused on your eyes while his hips kept slamming into you.
"Naughty girl! You like the risk of being caught, don’t you?" You moaned in his hand as he picked up the rhythm. An intense wave of pure bliss took you over when Lewis smashed his pretty lips against you. The sudden urge to kiss you during the act should have alerted you. Instead, you preferred to play ignorant.
"We can’t do that anymore." At that moment, your relationship would change forever. Your heart beat faster when he pronounced those words. A part of you knew that he had been wanting more for months. The darker side was proud, your charm once again worked, and not on a basic man. For a short moment, you tried to imagine your life by his side. If you had met him a few years ago, you would have agreed to give yourselves a chance to see where things would go.
Lewis had boyfriend potential, but his status and popularity reminded you of your father. How those factors negatively influenced their marriage. The only images your brain memorised were images of you crying because one day he decided that you were no longer sufficient.
Simply saying no to Lewis would not stop him from chasing you. The great sex and sympathy you had for him would stop you from declining an offer to see each other. The current issue needs to be handled in the most efficient manner possible. You freed yourself from his grip before fixing your dress, hair, and makeup. "I mean, I want more." He repeated it in a low tone, similar to a whisper. 
You giggled, staring at Lewis as if he said the craziest thing in the world. Slowly, you approached him and caressed his cheek. Listen, Lewis, you and I, it’s just sex. It will never happen. Do you really think that we could be more? I thought men handled that hookup culture shit better. Sir Lewis Hamilton, an heiress and an athlete? Do you want my father to kill me?"
You chuckled harder and continued, "Be serious. You’ve been around for so many years that you couldn’t stay committed, no matter how hard you tried. We had fun, the sex was mind-blowing, but I have to put an end to it since you start to get in your feelings." You gently tapped his cheek, not caring about how you had just hurt him and killed his ego.
"I deserve a peaceful relationship, Lewis. We both know you can’t offer it, so let’s move on. I’m not for that wag lifestyle."
Lewis frowned almost in disgust at the harsh words you just spat at him for no particular reason. He understood the reason, but the sudden switch was a low blow.
"Bye, Lewis. You’ll always be the best dick I have ever had. At least you know how to please a woman, it’s a first step." You blew a kiss in his direction before closing the door and joining your father. As if you did not just fuck one of his proteges.
Your father noticed your slight moroseness and asked if you were alright. A part of you felt bad for brutally turning your back on Lewis. He deserved a better end than whatever you just offered. It hurt, but you needed to protect yourself first. "I’m fine, dad. Just a bit tired."
Your heart broke when you saw Lewis storming out of the bathroom and giving you the coldest glare you had ever seen. Peace can sometimes be expensive.
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Present day
"Goodbye Lewis. I wish you nothing but the best. Hopefully, we’ll get to see your fashion line in a few years." He smiled at you like he has not done for a long time.
"Thank you, sweetheart. I have no doubts that you will accomplish great things too." He kissed your cheek for the last time before disappearing. Weirdly, the kiss slightly broke your heart. The softness, delicacy, and tenderness of it left you craving for more. At that moment, you understood that Lewis would always have a special spot in your heart.
The night went completely differently than you thought. Instead of being a fun and light moment, it became an emotional one. A part of you questioned the choice you made earlier on. For the second time, you refused to pursue something with Lewis. You have been in those industries for too long, you know how they operate. Many of them were cheaters. The proof was even in your DMs. Witnessing the impact of those actions made you swear to yourself that you’d avoid those kinds of situations as much as you could.
Jumping into a relationship with a man like Lewis was one of them. Maybe you were wrong. He was capable of changing and becoming a great husband, like George Clooney. However, Georges were very rare in those kinds of lifestyles. Your heart clenched in your chest when you looked at him leaving with the influencer you hated so much.
Instead of feeling jealousy or anger, you felt relief and lightness. An indication that you have made the best decision for you. Sure, the pinch of sadness was there, but it was more bearable than being heartbroken after a betrayal.
You smiled to yourself, thinking about another reality. In another universe, Lewis and you are a happy couple, leaving the party together to go back to your hotel room and cuddle while having deep conversations. In another universe, it would have been possible. In your universe, aka your reality, things were better the way they were.
Destiny joined you with a small back rub. "No regrets?" You turned around with an appeased smile. "No regrets."
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Hii! There are a few ideas I’ve got in my mind for a while. Could you write something with Junmyeon? Basically reader and Junmyeon are kind of fwb. Junmyeon is in love with reader but reader isn’t over her idiot of an ex and goes to him anytime he calls her. Junmyeon is tired but he can’t avoid help reader anytime she gets treated badly by her ex. I was thinking about something fluffy and angsty with protective Junmyeon? You can also add some smut if you want. I hope this request isn’t too detailed! Have a good day/night and keep on with your works,I love them🩷
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pairing: kim junmyeon x reader word count: 1420 genre: fluffyyyy, really fluffy with a bit of angst. i'm sorry 🥴 warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of break up a/n: just had a little conversation with my sister about how much we like junmyeon and now i'm sad, so please enjoy it (: <3
and so it went again.
there you were, crying inside junmyeon arms because your ex has dumped you once again - not that he had ever taken you back in the first place.
junmyeon was used to that already, unfortunately. he knew how things worked; he would heal you, take care of you, make you feel like the luckiest person alive whenever he would make love to you, only for you to go back to your ex whenever he called you, leaving you at your worst state afterwards, so you had to go back to junmyeon and the whole thing repeated itself.
junmyeon knew it wasn't healthy, for neither of you. he knew the smartest thing to do was to call you out, break that vicious cycle and walk away from you - he truly did know that. however, the way his heart got filled with love whenever he saw you, the way his body moved on its own whenever he was around you kept him from doing that.
healthy or not, he also knew he loved you. he couldn't just walk away.
"i'm so stupid, it's ridiculous", you mumbled, hands covering your face. "why do i always have to go back to him?"
junmyeon smiled bitterly, caressing your hair away from your face.
"because you like him", he said, and it felt like he was stabbing himself.
you sighed, putting your hands away. your eyes were as red as they could be, swollen and wet from your tears. you sniffed, absolutely aware of your miserable state once again.
"and why do i have to like him so much?", you looked at junmyeon, also aware of what he was doing for you.
"well... i have a theory."
junmyeon shyly smiled, letting go of you - you wish he hadn't. he reached for some tissues that were laying beside him, giving them to you. you thanked him, at the same time you mentioned for him to keep going.
"he was your first true love, right?", junmyeon asked, even though he knew the answer. you just nodded. "then that's it."
"that's your theory?"
"yes... i mean, kind of", he shrugged. "first loves are always complicated. we feel like we finally found the one, and that things will be great forever, and that that is love, in its most pure form. but then, when things end up badly as it did for the two of you, we have some hard time trying to understand that it's over - and that there's no going back."
you just kept looking at junmyeon, even though he was looking somewhere else, past his walls.
"i bet he used to treat you properly, and that you used to think he was the only man for you", he continued, turning to look at you. "so don't blame yourself for still having a little, tiny bit of that feeling inside you. he was part of your life."
"you're so wise it sickens me."
junmyeon laughed, pulling you close so he could kiss your temple. you rested on his shoulder, wiping away your tears once more.
"that hopeful feeling, it's just like... it's just like when you like someone and they don't like you back", he whispered. "you keep trying, and trying, and trying... because someday, who knows, things will work out."
you shrinked under his touch, especially when you felt his heart beating faster under your palm that was resting on his chest now.
"you sound like you know what you're talking about...", you replied. you knew junmyeon was way too good for you, and you knew that didn't come only because he thought of you as a friend.
when he chuckled, you closed your eyes, feeling guilty. "yeah, maybe i do".
that night, you fell asleep in junmyeon's arms. he didn't try anything on you, being such a gentleman - instead, he carried you to his bedroom, laying you on his bed surrounded by your favorite pillows, letting you rest. junmyeon allowed himself to sleep in the same bed, but in opposite ways, making you giggle when you woke up in the middle of the night to change your sleeping position and met his toes instead of his pretty face.
that night, you had a dream. your ex was screaming at you again, in the middle of the pouring rain. he was accusing you of something, saying he didn't love you because of that and promising that he would never be with you again. you, on the other hand, were crying as you felt your heart breaking for the nth time because of him.
it felt like a nightmare, truly. the two of you were on an empty road, drenched because of the rain, and you couldn't see a way out of that situation. that's when, all of a sudden, you heard someone laugh behind you.
you turned around, your ex's scream falling deaf on your ears now. you were met with the sight of junmyeon, happily smiling at you; the sun was shining on top of him, and the day looked bright, colorful around him.
"y/n~", he chuckled. "get out of the rain, you'll get sick!"
junmyeon reached out for you, offering you his hand. behind you, you could only hear the sound of the rain falling, lightning and thunder filling your ears from time to time. you couldn't understand how there was such a heavy storm happening, at the same time that junmyeon was standing in what appeared to be a sunny, warm day.
or maybe you could, subconsciously - and that's why you took his hand.
you woke up to the sound of your phone vibrating next to you. junmyeon wasn't next to you, but by the sound that came from the kitchen, you knew he was already awake.
you took your phone, rolling your eyes when you saw your ex's name on the notification bar. he had sent you some messages.
"hey, good morning." "i'm really sorry about yesterday. i didn't mean to say those things, i hope you know that..." "you left that jacket you like so much here!" "[photo]" "i was thinking maybe you could come over to grab it, and we could talk everything through? (:"
you knew his definition of "talk everything through" meant going to bed and having sex. you knew he didn't actually mean all of that. you knew he was lying once again.
and for the first time ever, you also knew what to do.
when you were about to type your answer, you heard junmyeon knock on the door, even though it was his bedroom.
"hey", he said with a smile.
"hi", you replied. "good morning."
"good morning."
junmyeon walked to your side of the bed, putting a hot cup of tea on your bedside table.
"i'm making something for us to eat, but you can drink this in the meantime, if you want to", he calmly said. "it's your favorite."
smiling, you sit on the bed. for the first time since you woke up then, you realized you weren't wearing your clothes.
"i'm... is this your shirt?"
"yes... and my sweatpants", junmyeon laughed. "i made you put these on last night, i didn't think it would be comfortable to sleep in such tight jeans."
you laughed too cause, once again, he was right.
junmyeon caressed your face when you reached for the mug, pulling your messy hair away from your cheek and lips. he smiled when you hummed in delight after you took the first sip from your tea.
"i'll let you know once breakfast is ready", he said, leaning in to kiss the top of your head.
and that's when you fully understood your dream.
junmyeon walked to the door, but stopped in his tracks when you called him.
"wh-what are you gonna do today?"
"i don't know", he shrugged. "just groceries, i guess. why?"
"can i come over?"
junmyeon seemed confused, but still, he nodded. "yeah, of course. but it isn't as fun as you think it is."
"i don't care... anything is fun enough with you."
he laughed, rolling his eyes at you because you were never like that, but still he didn't want to get his hopes up that maybe, and just maybe, the day things worked out for the two of you had come.
"okay. it's a date then."
you agreed and, as he walked out of the room, you grabbed your phone to text back your ex.
"yeah, you can keep the jacket, i don't want it." "and make sure to block my number too (:"
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Pride
Summary: A thunderstorm ruins your plans of attending Pride with your girlfriend, Jill. But that doesn’t mean you still can’t have your own Pride at home.
Author’s Note: Happy Pride month everyone. This is my first time writing smut, hope you enjoy it.
Content Warnings: Begging, gender neutral terms used for reader, nipple play, P in V sex, squirting, use of sex toys, unprotected sex.
Pairing: trans!Jill Valentine x agender!Reader
Tags: @emilzke, @xxacademy, thank y’all for your help navigating this place, I appreciate it.
Word Count: 2,314
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“Oh, damn!” A clap of lightning followed by a rumble of thunder resonated throughout the house. “The forecast didn’t call for rain today, I guess it had other plans.” Jill said, walking up beside you to peer out of the window to the approaching thunderstorm. “Heavens to Betsy…There goes our plans for today.” You exclaim, causing Jill to let out a laugh. “You and your phrases,” Jill says, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “Sorry, just a bit disappointed, I really wanted to go to Pride with you,” You let out a frustrated sigh and Jill tightens her grip on you. Having her home was few and far between with her job always lurking around the corner, something new popping up that had her gone for sometimes weeks to months.
“Hey, it won’t be so bad, let’s throw our own pride festival here, at home!” Jill said, pecking you on the nose and grabbing your hand, pulling you towards the kitchen. “If it ain’t too much trouble, what do you have in mind?” You asked, intrigued. “Well, for starters, we can make some pride themed food, dress up in what we were going to wear to the festival, play some games, and watch some LGBT movies?” She proposed, glancing back at you. “That sounds like a lot of fun! Thank you, honey, you always know how to make a situation better.” you responded, smiling.
So you spent the day with Jill making the most of pride at home, baking cupcakes with sprinkles inside and out, some with different pride flags iced on top. You dressed in some comfortable clothing with your Agender pin attached to your top, with Jill sporting her transgender colored tie-dyed tank top and some high-waisted blue shorts. Pulling out some games, you sit and play rounds of Monopoly and 31 While snacking on the treats. “Ugh, how are you so good at these games,” You mutter, losing, once again, for the fourth time in a row. “It’s just luck!” Jill exclaims, taking the cards back from you and shuffling them once more. “How about we watch some of those movies now?” You asked, “Tired of getting your ass handed to you?” Jill replied. “Oh, hush your mouth!” You guffawed, standing up and putting the board game back into its box and proper place on the shelf, before making your way to the couch.
Jill stands up as well, walking towards the couch and plopping down beside you, putting an arm around your shoulder. She begins to scroll through the applications, navigating to the LGBT category. “Anything in particular catching your eye?” She asks, slowly flipping through the options. You ain’t paying much attention, too busy staring at her profile. Her short brown hair tucked behind her ear, beautiful blue eyes with a sparkle always in them, full lips formed into a slight smile. As the years progressed between you two, she began to become more comfortable with touch, from hardly holding hands, to now, always touching you in some way. Watching her become relaxed and feeling safe around you filled you with warmth. You knew it was hard to be open with what little details you had of her job, but being with Jill has truly been some of the best times you’ve had. Her cheerful demeanor, always willing to give a helping hand, a truly selfless person that you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life with.
“You sure you want to watch some movies, or just me?” You’re snapped back to the present with Jill staring at you, grinning. “Oh, good Lord!” You exclaim, blushing and looking away. She laughs, kissing your head, “So cute, always so easy to fluster,” She chuckles. “What were you thinking about anyways?” She asks, causing your blush to deepen moreso. “Well, just about me and you, is all.” You respond, fiddling with the hem of your top. “Oh? Like what?” She presses, leaning closer to you. “Uh, well, just appreciatin’ you, thinking of how special you are to me...” You trail off. If your face could get redder, it would light on fire. “Huh, is that so?” She replies back, the arm around your shoulder slowly moving down your back, grasping your waist and pulling you closer to her. “Look at me, baby.” You lift your head up to look at her, unable to make eye contact, you pin your gaze to her exposed ear. “All the way now,” she says, cupping her hand around your jaw and directing your stare to her eyes. “So shy, love that about you. So easy to make you red in the face. You sure that’s all you were thinking about?” She asks, rubbing her thumb across your cheek. “Y-yeah it was,” You reply back, stuttering some.
“A shame, though, thought you may have been thinking about��Other activities we could participate in for our at-home Pride fest.” She muses, smirking. “I mean, w-we definitely could if you wanted to?” You squeak out, knowing what she was referring to. “I want to hear you say it.” She replies, “Come on, I know you can do it.” God. You take a deep breath and exhale, “Maybewecouldhavesex?” You say in one breath. She laughs, patting your cheek. “Alright, good enough.” She stands, picking you up with a squeal and wrapping your legs around her waist. “So easy to rile you up,” She snickers, burying her face into your neck and kissing there. “Ah, well, I ain’t like this to everyone, You know,” you reply back, tilting your head to the side for better access. “I know, just for me, baby.” She hums, beginning to walk towards your bedroom.
Entering and setting you down atop the bed, Jill bends down and captures your lips. Grabbing both sides of your face and titling your head back for better access, tugging on your hair, a sign she wants you to open your mouth. You comply, letting your tongues glide and twirl with each other. As you kiss, your hands explore each other’s bodies, light grazes across dips and curves. Pulling away, Jill removes her top and bra, revealing her breasts. You reach out to trace her chest, finger circling before flicking her nipples, hardening them. Moaning, Jill says, “Baby’s so shy but also such a tease, huh?” You giggle, responding, “Not teasing, just like hearing your noises, seeing your reactions.” Jill smirks at you, coming closer and beginning to disrobe you. “Well, I think it’s time I get to hear some of your sounds, baby.” Clothes now fully removed from your body, Jill lays you back against the bed, staring down at you. “You’re marvelous,” She whispers, trailing kisses down your face, neck, over the scars on your chest, before cupping and fondling the remaining tissue. Slipping a nipple into her mouth and sucking, you arch your back and whine. “Feel good? Know how sensitive your nipples are, bet I can get you to cum just from fondling them, Couldn’t I?” She teases, taking her finger to the other nipple and rubbing it back and forth. “God…Please, give me more.” You beg, running your fingers through her short hair.
“Beg some more for me, and I’ll let you know,” She laughs at your groaning, throwing your head back into the pillows. She continues her ministrations, switching her finger and mouth between each nipple, lighting tugging on each with her teeth. Your hole clenching around nothing, gushing. “Fuck, please please just, God, give me more, please, I’ll do whatever you want!” You wail, clenched hands gripping the sheets as frustrated tears escape your eyes. “What I want, baby, is for you to keep begging, just like that.” Jill mutters against your chest, never ceasing her attention from your sensitive buds. “Fuck!” you cry out, reaching down to palm her stiff cock straining against her shorts. “Please Jill, need you so bad, need your cock in me now,” rocking your hips up against her thigh. “Oh, Goddamn..” She moans, bucking her hips against your hand. “No, not yet. Hands off, back at your sides.” she says, grabbing your hip to still you. Keening, you grip the bed sheets again. “If you don’t behave, I can keep this up for hours,” Jill responds, gliding her hand from your hips and lightly brushing over your bottom growth. “GOD no please, I’ll behave, just need you so bad, baby…” You whimper, tears staining your cheeks. “I know, just be good for a bit longer, love playing with you,” Coming up to whisper against your lips before enveloping you in a passionate kiss. 
Tongues clashing, rubbing against one another in a sloppy manner that has saliva running down your chins. Jill’s hand gliding down your body, squeezing and pinching along the way. She leans over, rummaging in the night stand’s drawer before retrieving a vibrator. Without turning it on, she runs it down your body slowly, following the path her hand had just taken. “My needy little thing, you want this so bad, huh?” Jill says mockingly, lightly shaking the vibrator side to side. “I can’t take anymore, Jill. Please, I’ve been so good!” You cry, nodding your head. Suddenly, Jill grabs your legs and lifts them to her shoulders while simultaneously turning the vibrator on and pressing it against you. Squealing at the sudden change of position and sensation. “Good baby, keep making those noises for me,” She says, kissing at your thighs as she moves the vibrator in slow circles, then up and down your cunt.
She inserts two fingers, already prepared by how wet you’ve become, your praises a chorus of endless “yes yes yes” “please don’t stop” and “fuck me please”. Jill takes her fingers and vibrator away and turns it off, leaving you wailing at the loss of sensation. “Don’t worry, It’ll all be back soon,” She says, quickly discarding her shorts and underwear. Picking your legs up and resuming the position they were at before, she taps her cock against your opening, chuckling, “Gotta knock before entering,” “Oh my LORD if you don’t fuck me right–” Your words are cut off by her sinking into you while reapplying the vibrator to your growth, turning it on to the highest setting. Shrieking, all you can do is hold onto her shoulders while she pumps into your heat.
“Oh FUCK baby, you feel amazing,” She groans, watching your fucked out expression on your face. “Must be feeling real good for you too, baby? Wanna hear you scream.” You obliged, no longer holding back any sounds that escape your mouth. “Don’t stop please Jill keep fucking me please, you feel so so good I need you so bad just keep giving me your cock!” You yell, the lightning and thunder outside doing little to drown out both of your noises. Jill’s thrusting matching to the way she’s rubbing the vibrator across your engorged bundle of nerves has you reeling, wishing to forever be in this moment with her. At one powerful thrust and jolt of the vibrations has you seeing Heaven, a spurt of liquid shooting out of your cunt onto Jill’s abdomen. “Fuck baby, keep squiritng for me. Right there, yeah?” Jill moans, picking up on the exact location. Tensing up, keening as spurt after spurt leaves you. “Oh, oh God I’m close, please can I cum?” You whimper, gripping Jill’s shoulders tighter. “Of course baby, cum all over my cock.” Jill says, bending down and ensnaring you into a kiss.
Your orgasm washes through your body like a coursing river, weeping and shouting Jill’s name over and over again. Your hole clenching so tightly around Jill as she continues to thrust, prolonging your finish. Groaning, Jill’s movements begin to falter. “Oh fuck I’m about to cum, gonna fill you up, huh?” She continues to keep the vibrator against you, quickly building to another release. “Please please cum in me, need you inside me so bad, give it all to me!” You yell, another orgasm leaving you limp against the bed. Jill lets out a long moan before slamming her hips flush against you, finishing deep in you. You both stay like that, panting, recovering from your earth shattering orgasms. Hovering over you, she brushes some of your hair out of your face. “God baby, you did so good. You okay? Hurting anywhere?” She asks, petting your face. “No, I’m okay. I feel amazing,” You reply hoarsley, having strained your voice from all the belting you were doing.
Laughing, Jill answers, “Good, that’s what I wanted to hear.” She pulls out of you, watching her cum spill out of you onto the sheets, admiring how fucked out of it you are. She gets up off the bed and retrieves a wet cloth, cleaning you up, leaving kisses wherever the rag touches. Finishing, she tosses the cloth into the clothes hamper, before settling down beside you. You roll over onto your side and throw your legs over hers, burying your face into her chest. Kissing the top of your head, she begins to snicker. “What’s so funny?” You ask, voice muffled from your position. “Glad we could go out with a bang this year for Pride.” She responds, laughing. “Oh my God.” You exclaim, raising your head to meet her gaze. “That’s…so corny.” You giggle, while she pulls you closer, still chuckling. You soon fall into a comfortable silence, laying in each other’s arms while the rain beats down upon the roof. “I love you, so much,” Jill suddenly whispers, kissing the top of your head. “I love you too, darlin’, so very much,” you reply back, reaching up to caress her face. You’re met with the brightest smile you’ve seen on someone before. You smile back, leaning up to capture her lips in another kiss, while the rain lulls you two into a peaceful sleep. 
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pearlywritings · 6 months
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Token of appreciation event
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I deeply appreciate all the love and support my followers show me, so this event I decided to dedicate to this feeling. And nothing, in my opinion, could help me better than the amazing manga “Veil”. I highly recommend it for reading and, using some of the citations, do not claim any of its contents - all rights belong to the author.
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Rules:
character x fem!reader. Plus please remember that I prefer writing human x human, immortal x immortal etc.
1 character if you want a ~1k words drabble and up to 3 characters if you want snippets.
1-2 prompts per request (2 prompts are only for 1 character cases).
It can be written either in a canon setting or in a modern one
smut, angst, fluff - anything
will be written with the established relationship in mind, so please state specifically if you imply another kind of relationship, or you can specify, if you want the characters to be married or still dating.
you CAN change some words within the prompt. But if you send only a number - I am following the original one.
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Characters I can or can try to write about: 
Albedo, Alhaitham, Capitano, Childe, Crepus, Dainsleif, Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, Kaveh, Lyney, Neuvillette, Pierro, Thoma, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Zhongli; Blade, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sampo.
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Your request, if ALL things are considered, will look something like this:
Character’s name(s), prompt(s) in number or in text if it’s altered, canon/modern setting, genre, relationship status (optional) + you can add some details that I am free to both utilize or decline.
But it also can be shorter if you want to give me more freedom!
I hope we all will have fun during this event ^^
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Prompts:
1)
- You can’t go a minute without me, can you?
- No, i can’t go a minute without you
2) 
- …Sometimes it's hard to tell whether you're serious or just joking.
- That's actually my special skill.
3) 
- How is it?
- Really good.
- My word, is that the only thing you can say?
- It really is beautiful. Ah… with those rosy cheeks, it's stunning. Madam…
- Puh! Surely, you jest.
4) 
- What will we be doing today?
- I have an idea - sleep in.
5)
- Did we have something planned today?
- No, nothing. In fact… let's think about it in bed.
6) 
- By the way… If I like dressing up so much, it's only your fault!
7)
- Well, well… You shouldn't stay like that, a thousand steps away from me. Stay close to me, alright?
8)
- Your boots make a very strong and imposing sound.
- My boots are honored to be admired, however they also recommend you not to stray too far.
9)
- You don't say "enter!" without at least putting a bathrobe on. Or anything at all!
- I didn't want to keep you waiting.
10)
- Oh… you mean you'll write your name? On me? Oh you!
11)
- Say give me your hand? Hm… I see.
- What's going on?
- Apparently the size of your hand is the same size as your heart.
12)
- You know I like the face you make when you smell something you like.
- I'll start charging an exhibit fee then…
13)
- Are you trying to tell me I should carry you to bed?
- My room is soooo far away, at least twenty steps from here… I'm afraid you won't be able to carry me that far?
- My room is right here.
14)
- I dreamt I was touching your hair.
- How was it?
- Well… I forgot…
- Oh, the thing is… I don't let just anyone touch my hair.
15)
- Helloooooo?
- It's so nice of you to wake me up before my alarm does…
- Your alarm has the right to rest on Sundays. At least I think so…
16)
- You… You are not going to ask me how I think you look?
- What do you think?
- You're oh so handsome.
17)
- I'm often told I have a mean glare…
- Definitely not. Anywho says that has never truly looked at you.
18)
- The razor is sharp. 
- They are made to be dangerous. But I know I don't need anything sharp to make a braid.
- You'd like to braid my hair? I can show you!
19)
- I am wondering what could be so distracting that you couldn't hear my voice anymore.
- Your hands.
20)
- It… it's the first time I've heard them described that way.
- It's the first time I used such words too.
21)
- …and above all, do not let go… For any reason, understood?
- If you tell me this one more time, I will let go.
22)
- I'm being serious right here!
- If you are so worried about it, just handcuff me to you!
23)
- Ah! Your shoelace is undone! On the left…
- I can tie it on my own!
- Well… Too late, I already did it.
24)
- I'm the one keeping a spare key to your place?
- Of course. What am I supposed to do with it? I already have one.
25)
- Saying my hair looks like glass, and my hands are flowers… how romantic you are. Or are they just words from the book?
- Only if I were to write them down.
26)
- That free cigarette looks so inviting.
- Nuh-uh!
- Ooh, so scary. Is that your last one?
- There's lipstick on it… I'll have her smoke it…
27)
- Is your bed cramped when we sleep together?
- It is. In the good way.
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gardenoblues · 5 months
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Fic Tag Game
tagged by @iamfandomcrazy @therulerofallpotatos @dark-visitors sorry it took time to reply, y'know uni stuff and shit <33
1. How many works do you have on Ao3? -8 2. What's your Ao3 word count? -46,208
3. What fandoms do you write for? -Wednesday, ENHYPEN (and Raise Tanin ga ii tho i doubt id write for this again) 4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? gee this is embarrassing i really dont have much 1. BloodyLocks (311) 2.Hyde The Past (74) 3. The Pastor's Son (50) 4. you never forget your first (63) 5. Who doesn't love The Smiths? (39)
In Wednesday? -its the same fics above 5. Do you respond to comments? -I try to reply to all as much as possible but if they aren't positive comments i just erase them lol. But I do appreciate the comments (not like I have a lot but nonetheless they make my day) 6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? -It's not written yet, still in the drafts and I won't spoil >< but to answer that question, I don't think I have written angst, I'm still figuring my way as a writer and if I will to write angst I want it to hurt but with purpose, and I'm not sure how to do that yet. 7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? -all my fics aren't done yet. except for you never forget your first. that's pretty happy, well the Wyler version of happy.
8. Do you get hate on fics? -So far so good. But I do think that I hold back my ideas because I'm still so scared in writing them. Maybe someday when I get bolder I'd get them. Can't wait actually lol. 9. Do you write smut? What kind? -Yes. But it's just light smut. I just begun writing so I'm still exploring myself in that area.
10. Do you write cross-overs? -No, but it sounds interesting. Maybe when I get the idea. 11. Have you ever had a fic translated? -Not that I know of. Prob not. 12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? -Nope. But I would love to if chance comes! 13. What WIP you would like to finish, but doubt you ever will? -My Reaper and Hyde The Past I have a whole plan laid for these 2. Both drained me until now, but I don't think I'd want to die while they're still unfinished. I will finish them as I promised myself no matter how long that takes. 14. What's your all-time favorite ship? -Wyler! It's more likely that I won't find another ship that tops them. (Just last night I wrote like 2 story of drafts abt them lol they're my favorite brainrot)
15. What are your writing strengths? -Narrating and dialogue. Having tons of ideas for a fic.
16. What are your writing weaknesses? -Thinking for the fic in the long run, and missing out some of the details that can make the fic more, not sure how but just more, and this factor makes me write slower. As well as being too self-conscious and ending up complying to the safest choice. Oh and fight scenes, they just seem like fairies fist-fighting when I read them lol makes me laugh. 17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? - I've thought so much about Wyler in Filipino. Somehow they can fit, but I don't think I have the determination for that yet. This made me remember @ablatheringblatherskite idea for Filipino/cultural mythological creatures for some reason, I want to write a fic about that someday as I know a lot about Filipino folklores.
18. First fandom you wrote for? -WYLER. It's BloodyLocks I had my ao3 acc made months before just so I can comment to the fics I liked with ease. But when Wednesday came out, I suddenly became a fic writer lol. Thanks to their dynamic, I have one more hobby that drives me slowly to insanity. 19. Favorite fic you've ever written? -Hmm, I thought of Hyde The Past right away, (I have a lot, I mean A LOT, that I have written for this fic, but its hard to connect them now) it pushes me to the edge of burnout. At the moment The Pastor's Son is the easiest to write and I'm personally liking where it's going.
20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day? -Hyde The Past If I can rewind time, I would write it so much better and wouldn't rush. You can say that when I wrote that fic I was in my lowest, and it hurts my eyes and brain when I try to read it as I think of what should happen next. It's probably one of the reasons why it's taking me so long to finish it.
I'm tagging @tastethesetears @cosmic-lullaby @nouklea @lovepoison9 @writerrose1998 @chinita-inzunza @ablatheringblatherskite @anotherbluesunday @chaoticstupiddm i don't know who was been tagged and if you have u can just ignore this <33
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xxsabitoxx · 4 months
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Hi May!!
We're two friends who really appreciate your works, especially Pale Blue and the genuine exploring of the friend dynamic you did (which sadly gege kind of neglected...)
Speaking of which, we wanted to ask you for some tips/opinions about something. We're working on a fanfic very much self indulgent with ocs where we explore in details the teen arc (group dynamic, canon arcs but also cute and funny arcs for example summer themed ones..)
We're very attached to this project because we added lots of lore to create a different experience other than that of a neutral reader. In this AU, both Geto and Gojo have each their own love interests so the reader can both live through the love stories without leaving one behind (this gives also the possibility to know more about the dynamics & character analysis, while also focusing on girlhood). We wanted to get out of the comfort zone which is the neutral reader, adding different elements such as friendship between other characters aside the love interests.
We're working happily and very hard on it but sometimes we feel disheartened since we fear it's too much niche and people might not read it.. along with our anxiety because we don't have a beta reader (😭) and we don't know other authors to confront it (new to the fandom eheh).
What do you think? What can we do to be more sure about ourselves?
ps. thank you so much in advance if you reply!! sorry for the long paragraph lmao 😭😭
Hey bbys! I'm so sorry it took me so long to respond to this ask.
First of all, I am absolutely touched by your kind words! I've said it a million times and I apologize if I sound like a broken record but Pale Blue is the first fic I've ever written that is PURELY self-indulgent. I have never worked on a single fic where I was more invested in the plot than the smut and I was okay with taking so much time and effort into writing it even though I didn't think many people would enjoy it. To see that the first part was very well received and that many of you are looking forward to the second part really makes my heart feel like it's gonna explode (in a good way).
When it comes to stories with plots that may be complicated, people will read them if you explain them well. I see what the vision is for your project and there will definitely be interest in it (I, for one, am intrigued.) I myself don't have a beta reader, I just write what I want and post it in hopes of others enjoying it! It can definitely be nerve-wracking, especially with more niche, plot-focused fics since we all love smut lmao. To be fully honest, I think the best thing you can do to overcome your fears and feel more sure about your work is to recognize your own passion for what you are writing. YOU TWO are writing it because it is an idea you had that you both clearly are invested in. You two need to make sure you are writing for yourselves and that posting it online is simply so like-minded people can see it, read it, and enjoy it too.
When it comes to getting over the worry of uncertainty, it is best to just keep pushing. So long as you explain your plotline in a way that isn't overwhelming to the reader, I think a lot of people would enjoy reading it and following its progression! And remember, some stories aren't for everyone, and that doesn't matter if it's a complicated plot or your basic smut plot line. Everyone has their own thing, and I can assure you you'll always find people who enjoy the things you do!
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fogsblue · 4 months
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
thanks to the wonderful and lovely and hard working @little-box-of-wonders and @crackinglamb (sorry its taken so long)
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
82! didn't realise it was that many.
2. What's your total A03 word count?
217,200
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Currently just Horizon (HFW mostly)
Previously Doctor Who and briefly Stargate, Arrow and one crossover with Firefly.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Chase the Dark - Doctor Who (Ten/Rose) (E) - 1,146
How to Control Your Time Lords - DW (Ten/Rose/Master) (E) - 452
Chase the Dark: Epilogue - DW (Ten/Rose) (G) - 346
Still Cute - Arrow (Felicity/Sara) (T) - 267
Metacrisis Jack - DW (Ten/Rose/TenToo/Jack) (E) - 266
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
yes, because if someone read my fic and took the time to leave a comment, even if it's just a 🧡 I want them to know I appreciate it!
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
hahahahahaha... No.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I mean, I always do happy endings (yeah, both types 😏) but... maybe Secrets of the Forest?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
On the fics themselves, no. I did have some vague blogging about a few of my fics years back in the Doctor Who days...
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes, lots of smutty. frequently fluffy, oneshots, though it's also common in my very rare longer fics too.
It's mostly F/M but as seen above, sometimes it's ot3 or more
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I've only written one crossover, which was Doctor Who and Firefly, as a gift. more likely to write an AU.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't know of any being stolen, but admittedly don't look past ao3 really
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
not that I'm aware of
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
nope, but it sounds like it could be a fun challenge!
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
oh see now this is tricky... at this point in time, I'd say Aloy/Kotallo!
not sure I have an all time favourite? I've only got like... 4? that have lasted and while I don't engage with the older ones right now, I still love them, but... eh, who knows!
15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I don't really have any wips ... oh maybe one? but I don't really have any interest in finishing it
16. What are your writing strengths?
hmmm, fluff? is that a strength? I do like taking slightly ridiculous ideas and trying ground them so they feel possible, and I *think* I do ok with that?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I get caught up on little details sometimes, and make them an issue, and definitely no good on flow-y writing... hopefully it's still enjoyable though!
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
if it makes sense for the story and there are translations included, I think it's fine. not something I'll do, as someone who never learnt another language.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Doctor Who, the Doctor and Rose caught be by surprise and I fell into the fandom and fic and then eventually tried my hand and writing my own...
20. Favorite fic you've ever written?
seeeeeeee, this is hard too...
Secrets of the Forest (Horizon, Aloy/Kotallo (E)) has such a special place in my heart, I had so much fun with the world and their story and it's a smutty fairytale in a lot of ways and I'm happy with how it turned out 🐂
but also...
Kotallo versus the Goose (Horizon, Aloy/Kotallo (E)) was such a crazy idea, but I wanted absolutely ridiculous and very sweet and I think I achieved that... HONK! 🦢
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tagging, only if you want to, @nyxianthe @mrscullensrutherford @poppypopp @every-raindrop77 @wafflesrock16 aaand @pikapeppa 🎉
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anonymousedward · 8 months
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I'm a long-time fan of your fics and I finally decided to try writing some myself! So I want to ask, have you ever written or do you plan to write a post about how to write good smut? I tried looking at fics I like and trying to figure out what makes them stand out, but I'm not very good at analyzing things. Any advice or recs will be very welcome!
I haven't written a post about it, but I'd be happy to offer some tips!
The most important thing is that the sexiest part of smut is the buildup. There are fade to black fics that I've found hotter than PWPs because of the narrative tension they put into a single look, or the positively obscene (in a good way) description of a kiss.
So how do you accomplish that build up? The key is in the immersion. Set the scene - where are they? What are they thinking? How are they positioned? You don't need to add everything, but make sure to keep these things in mind for consistency (as well as peppering in occasional detail).
If you ever get stuck, i recommend going back to the five senses.
Sight: what does their lover look like? (Facial expressions, pose, etc) Is the room dark or well-lit? (How do the shadows play on their face? How much is left to their imagination?)
Smell: what does their partner smell like? What does the room smell like? Why? (Musty from unused sheets? Pine from the neighboring forest? A subtle but tantalizing cologne?)
Touch: don't just focus on the obvious sexy bits. How do the bedsheets feel? Are their lips chapped? Do they feel scarring or stretchmarks beneath their fingers? Do they feel the hot breath of a lover's panting or the pleasant breeze of a ceiling fan?
Hearing: getting dialogue right is hard - for that, i recommend going back to the source material. What kind of words do your characters use? Do they have verbal tics? What words should you use to describe the sounds they make? Would your character really giggle, or are they more likely to snort in amusement? Would they actually call their partner babygirl or have you read a few too many memes? Not to mention sighs, whimpers, moans, grunts, etc.
Taste: if you say Character A kisses Character B passionately, that's one thing. If you say "Character A's kisses tasted like cantaloupe warmed by the summer sun" that's entirely another.
Focus on those senses interspersed with actions. The flavoring is what keeps smut from falling into "insert tab A into slot B territory. Focus on being in-character over being "sexy" - after all, you wouldn't be writing this if the character themself wasn't already appealing, right? The sexiness will find its way in.
Read a lot of smut, find what styles appeal to you, and then try to emulate it in your work.
The hardest part is being brave enough to try. I believe in you, anon!
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Relaxing Amazement - Andy Barclay x (Fem) Reader
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Requested by @yesiscandyskiller​ 
​“ How about Reader x Andy relaxing at home after canceling some stressful plans, which is a relief with them both dealing with anxiety.”
( This is one of the first Andy requests i ever got and I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it. I’m negecting some obligations just because I couldn’t stop writing and I’m happy about it lol. It was going to be longer, I had more ideas in mind, but had to stop here to not get too behind with my things. If i find time to keep going later I may drop a continuation.) 
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Warnings: No proofreading, flirting and some sexy teasing (not smut, just teasing), happy couple being fluffy and silly when in love.  
Summary: You surprise Andy with the late hour cancelation of a stressfull plan that was occupying your minds too intensely. Seeking for some home relax instead, you start to fool arround with your boyfriend just for a chance to see him smile again. 
Notes: I try to do my best to avoid physical descriptions, but there may be accidental implications of the reader being plus sized that are there just because I took my body as reference when writing. It’s not important to the plot, just happened because i was too self inmersed in the writting. However, this is written in a way that makes it easy to be ignored. 
Tags: @losersclubisms​ ( I wrote this under the influence of the high left on me by your Andy x OC fic, part of how this turned out is your fault.) ​
That cursed family gathering was on your minds all week. It wasn’t like you hated all your extended family, but the environment it was able to create was not the best for yours or your boyfriend’s mental health. Meeting your parents has been hard for Andy, introducing him to a lot of new relatives all at once was going to be a nightmare to both of you. Your godmother was coming and you knew she had a tendency of being very critical of everything in your life, negatively comparing you since childhood to her own daughter. The man who stole your heart was not going to be an exception, she would make him a victim of her sharp tongue and its prideful commentary about her son in law. 
Despite being the most wonderful man you ever meet, Andy was deeply misunderstood by the outside world unaware of Chucky’s existence. People would be asking tons of questions and there was no way for him to answer without sounding like a weirdo, his strong awareness of that was worrying him to the core and you felt terrible because of the new distress brought to him. For so, you have been rehearsing together an entire set of lies that you would follow for them into a coherent made up story of how you meet and what was he doing with his life. The planning was becoming increasingly stressful because the overthinking was mutual. You would sometimes get lost together on minuscule details that didn’t really matter under a ‘ but what if they ask about that?’ paranoia that would end up angering you and frustrating you. As the days would pass you would realize it was not even worthy, most of the people that were going to be present were the distant family that wasn’t really part of your life because you would only see them once or twice a year. 
The final resolution you took was canceling the plans, using your creative liar's will to create a pretext to stay at home, but you didn’t tell Andy immediately because you wanted to surprise him. The hellish week you made him spend worrying about that social situation was worth a good compensation. Some relaxing amazement was going to suit him wonderfully, so you invented an excuse to get him out of the house for a while meanwhile you did the canceling call. Your poor tormented boyfriend forgot the house keys when he rushed out, stressed over doing everything good, so you had to open the door for him on the return. 
Andy’s burnout was such that he began to ramble out loud across the other side of the door. 
“... The bakery was about to close, they didn’t have much and I couldn’t find what you wanted so had to improvise the choice with what they had at this hour.” He lamented, trying to remind himself to decelerate his breathing. “ That’s my luck, my shitty luck! “ 
You felt so sorry for the little trick you pulled on him, but it was needed so the surprise would be better. 
“ Calm down, honey. It 's alright.” 
Hearing your tranquilizing voice was like a call back to earth, but he wasn’t ready for the pleasant confusion he had at the sight of you. Careless about everything, you were in a casual indoor look. He found you dressed in just a tight fitting tank top, old enough that your belly button was peeking out despite the fabric should be covering it, and very revealing jean shorts. 
His mind got circumstantially blurry because he found it sexy. 
“ Babe, shouldn’t you be getting all dolled up to leave?” Andy asked, so distracted that he ignored the awful phrasing for an instant. “ … Fuck, pun unintended.” 
You smirked as his eyes were feasting in your image. 
“ That one is not that bad.” You added, allowing him to follow you inside in that state of visual trance. “ I would love to be your Barbie doll, they come in all shapes and sizes now.” 
Andy felt that tease to the deepest core of his being, seriously wondering how you made it work. 
“ Seriously? Do you wanna be the one doll that is truly gonna be the death of me?” 
“ I want to fill you with love for being such a wonderful boyfriend, so patient with all the shit that has been going on this week.” 
He was about to reply, but ended up delayed because he was staring from a different angle. 
“ The pressure is killing me, not gonna lie.” 
You chuckled to the confession and, while following your trace, he noticed that the door of your shared bedroom was closed. You may be up to something, but things weren’t clear for him at that point.
“ No more games, pretty doll. You know we don’t have time.” 
Your sweet but slightly devilish giggling to that affirmation was driving him insane. 
“ Who says we don’t? I called with my best impersonation of a flu voice and got us out.” Was the mischievous confession that you purred with pride. “ I’m all yours to play.” 
The relief he felt was great as the distraction you were providing. 
“ How the fuck can you make that sound so good? My brain is wired to hate it, but you take it and it works.. It freaking works!” 
“ I was just following your lead.” You innocently declared, getting closer before you could start a little game of ‘ who is more desperate to caress who?’ “ About our plans and what we were supposed to do, I just canceled because it was driving us mad. I would rather stay comfy at home with you, try to relax. We need some of that.” 
“ Hell, we do.” Andy purred with satisfaction, sneaking his hands to the sides of your hips. “ How do you want to start?” 
“ Not with what you are thinking of.” You teased him, enjoying a bit of the short groan that answer got from him. “ We’ll get to that, but first I want to romance you.” 
He chuckled under his breath and you took it away with a kiss, only to later deliver one last naughty mock. 
“ You know? If you ever wanna try turning all that wrong into something that feels good, let me know. I’m here for you… and I have a pink Barbie shirt. With pink panties to match I can be your pretty doll.” 
Andy looked amazed, but not by the reasons you thought. 
“ Is there a limit to what you would do for me? How much weirdness are you up to allow just so I would be happy?” 
The challenging light in your eyes spoke for you, but you still felt the need to talk.
“ Do you really wanna find out?” 
Grabbing him by the shirt, you stamped another kiss on his lips and proceeded to allow your dorkiness escalate singing your answer in whispers close to his ear. 
“ Oh, pretty baby. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do.” 
He bursted into laughter, unable to do anything else. 
“ ‘Baby One More Time’ ? Is that your definition of romance?” 
“ I made you laugh and that’s all I care about. I can humiliate myself even more to get that.” You defended yourself. “ Besides, Britney works just fine sometimes. Think about it: everyone in the 90’s was convinced that she was a living Barbie AND my love for you is so strong that it turns me into a teen girl who just got a crush that no other can compare to.” 
Andy was smiling, his cheeks had an adorable shade of pink that was nothing but growing blush. 
“ Really? Do you still get excited like that when you see me?” 
“ If everyone would love you like I do, you would have been elected President of the United States.” 
He kissed you that time, happily overwhelmed by your love and totally living for it. Not like he could have possibly imagined the start of the rest of the night was going to be you performing a bubblegum pop song, moving around your living room and singing the lyrics out loud. The only context in which Andy could have seen himself joining such dorky shit was drunk at a karaoke, yet there he was, melting a little bit to your ‘ oh, pretty baby. The reason I breath is you’ 
If Freddy Krueger could have sent Chucky a nightmare to fight in, the scene you were creating was pretty close to how the start of it could be like. Andy Barclay enjoying life, being loved by someone who was showing their affection in the cheesiest way. It would be painfull to watch by his criteria of how fluffy dumb it was and, to make it even worse, there was some Britney on it. 
A sober but unaware Andy Barclay, as blissfully unaware as you, was singing along to the chorus of Baby One More Time in a dorky duet and that was all on you. He didn’t mind being silly, he would never refuse any of your efforts to bring a smile out of him. 
He may have not been drunk on booze, but you had your ways to get him drunk on happiness. 
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misc-obeyme · 1 month
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I'm so glad you liked Mikail! Ngl some stuff like their gender and such were hard to decide bcs they're literally Lilith and the brothers' magic as a person and what could magic's gender be?? It's come to a point where if someone asks if they're afab or amab I don't know either honestly and I'm also glad you like their backstory bcs I was SO unsure about that ytrefdsbht
Also today I was thinking, how do you think Ciaran would react to my version of the Obey Me cast?
Okay but I love that they're like... magic manifested as a person! That is really cool. And I love that they were adopted by a cute witch couple who gave them a good childhood. And that Lilith's spirit was helping them from beyond!
As for the gender thing, I'm of the opinion that because we're dealing with fiction, you're free to do whatever you want. Especially since this is a fantasy setting where magic is a thing. You only really need to decide on actual anatomy if it's something you need to describe in the story at some point. But if it's not relevant, then you can just go ahead and leave it ambiguous. If someone asks if they're afab or amab, you can just say neither! What does that mean? Who knows! You can come up with something specific if you like - like maybe they just don't have anything at all in terms of reproductive organs. Or maybe they have the ability to switch between them at will because you know ~magic~. But you could also just not specify and then it's up to whatever the other person imagines. I would think the only time it might be tricky is if you're writing smut, but even then I think you could fudge the descriptions enough to keep it vague.
It's an interesting discussion because it really is a good question - what could magic's gender be? I would say it's genderless, but you could also make the argument that in this case, magic is forming itself into something resembling a human. For whatever reason, this magic has decided to attempt to fit into the human world and be perceived as a human. In that sense, magic might choose its own gender the way it chooses it's human hair color - this feels right or this looks right or this is going to make me fit in better with actual humans.
But maybe the magic simply created life because it could, it wasn't taking all of that into consideration. There are a lot of options!
And in the end, this is your MC. So I think you should do whatever makes you most comfortable in terms of their gender. Whatever feels right to you is the correct choice. And if you're not sure, you can always try different things until you find the one that's right! It doesn't always have to stay the same. But it's also okay to just never decide and never specify those details.
Anyway, I'm sorry I didn't mean to ramble lol!
As for Ciaran, well... if I'm understanding what I've read so far, the brothers sound extremely manipulative and controlling, but especially Lucifer. Ciaran does not like manipulative or controlling people, so I kinda think it'd be a problem with Lucifer. Ciaran is extremely impulsive and they often do stupid stuff because they don't think things through right away. But they're pretty smart when they actually take the time to consider things. And they're also extremely protective. So I think if they somehow came across this situation where Mikail is essentially being forced to stay somewhere they don't want to be, Ciaran would fight all the brothers to try and help Mikail. That being said, they're not stupid enough to think they could take on all the bros, either. They wouldn't want to do anything that would make the situation worse.
And it sounds like a couple of the brothers aren't as bad, such as Mammon. Ciaran gets along well with canon Mammon because they like to have fun. So I could see Ciaran getting along fine with him still. And Asmo, too. Ciaran is not exactly patient, but if they thought the best way to help would be to befriend them, they would try to do that.
In general, though, I think Ciaran would immediately distrust most of them lol!
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69misato69 · 10 months
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Hello I hope everything's OK! I don't have a request at the moment but I would like to ask for some Advice, if you don't mind.
I also write every now and then, but it is mostly limited to AMAB individuals. I find the genitals a tad bit hard to describe for AFAB bodies. Since you write them often, I hope this doesn't come off as weird I just truly enjoy your works, could you spare a few tips with me?
Thank you in advance, wishing you a great day or night!
hii !! yes yes i dont mind at all. if anything im flattered 😭 i will answer just based on what i like to read and write, but ofc that is subjective and im sure it varies from person to person. anyways here it goes <3
for referring to afab genitals i usually never use the term vagina unless there is medical talk or sth of the sort going on. which leaves me using pussy or cunt most of the time. pussy has some slight funny, whimsical element to it at least to me, so that one i usually use for less serious stuff.
for something more intense and heated, if i dont want a goofy element at all, then i use cunt. also for smut i think it sounds heavier and strengthens the effect and therefore it is mostly my go-to.
an honorable mention is core, i dont use it often but it has a nice ring to it. the downside is that it is hard to reuse in a single fic. to me its a term i use the first time i mention a character's genitals, usually with gods/primordial beings etc bc core really fits them and creates a nice atmosphere, and then i kind of alternate between other words rather than carry on with core.
have i seen fics with core being used as a primary descriptor, reused all throughout the fic and enjoyed them ? absolutely but they were all very well-written and i personally struggle with it.
now for the parts obviously we have the clit, i dont think i ever write clitoris and mostly just clit. i like the usage of "bundle of nerves" or anything along the lines of that as well, especially when a character is overstimulated and/or sensitive and you want to draw attention to that.
overall for the clit swollen, puffy, sensitive are my personal favorites. engorged is also a good one, especially when a character is afab and trans, since it is a word commonly used for dicks it creates a nice gender euphoric narrative
then for the lips, using lips is a bit tricky bc if you are mixing a certain section with kissing and fingering simultaneously for instance, it could create some confusion abt whether you are referring to the top set or the bottom set. i like folds, especially with actions like separate, unveil, uncover and so on.
then of course the hole itself. i dont refer to the hole often and instead mention that the other character slides their fingers/dick/toy(s) in and it is easy to understand that im referring to the hole.
fundamentally its very different from fingering an asshole since there are more parts, more area and more movement on the surface and not just inside the hole. from the clit down to right above the place where the asshole begins, sliding a finger along that vertical area, rubbing/drawing circles on/around/over the clit.
for an afab character, being played with or fingered is much more than just preparation for penetration, so i like describing it in heavy detail and reading it that way as well.
when it comes to penetration we have thrusting, slamming into, drilling, filling up, stuffing... unless it is a quickie or a rushed session, i try to have a progression of:
"slow thrusts" - "character A picks up the pace" - "A starts slamming into B"
important to note that the other character will have physical responses to being fucked harder. clenches around them, sucks them in, their walls tighten around them, they pulsate, twitch, shake, tremble etc. vaginal stimulation and orgasms are very intense and they affect you as a whole so its good to keep that in mind.
the readers will also enjoy not just seeing the penetration but also how much it messes up the character and alters their body temporarily.
during the entire thing i like mentioning that its warm bc it really is an oven in there. wetness is also very important. drenched, soaked, sopping wet, dripping, dribbling, overflowing are usually terms i use.
i dont think im missing anything but feel free to ask again if there is anything specific you need. i hope this was helpful take care <3
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