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filipfuckingtelford · 10 months

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The Forbidden Fruit. Remastered. Part 1.

Chibs x Reader fanfiction. Obviously.

I wrote the previous version long ago, now it seemes too short and flat to me. So I decided to write the new version.

Y/N is Clay and Gemma's daughter. Club's princess. Everyone in the club loves her and she treats everyone nice and caring as well. Chibs was seeing her growing up and never noticed what a beautiful yound woman she became. Untill one night.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 In Flames bonus

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It was all the same. Every night was pretty much the same after another tough day. When another fight was over and everyone was back to their families or having fun with another croweater in one of the dorms, Chibs was staying alone at the bar, a bottle of scotch being his only company. Bottle of scotch was his best friend in times like this, when he felt alone, broken and vulnerable. Just like tonight.

Sons's warehouse where they used to store their guns was now destroyed, they needed a new place and needed to find a way to replace the damaged weapons they were supposed to sell. It was frustrating long day and Chibs wanted nothing more than to have some peace and some rest.

In nights like this when things went ugly he felt lonely. He had a family once but it was all gone. Chibs knew there's no chance for him to find anyone special here. He tried but he just didn't feel anything. It's been eleven years since he moved to Charming, he moved on, Fiona wasn't his wife anymore. It wasn't that he couldn't forget her. It was just... his heart seemed dead. Yet sometimes he was dreaming of someone to sooth his pain after another busy day. To wait for him to come home from another ride.

After couple of years of living in Charming Chibs even bought a small house as he hoped that one day he'll have a new family. But it never happened. And the house was empty, half-furnished, forgotten. It was exactly how Filip felt. And he couldn't force himself to live there, staying in one of the rooms in the clubhouse.

He poured some scotch to his glass and downed it with one gulp wondering why he even needed a glass for that. Chibs lit a cigarette and took a deep drag allowing the mixture of alcohol and smoke burn down his throat. Anything worked to make him feel alive. That was when he heard the footstpes from behind. It was too light for one of his brothers, so he first thought it was one of croweaters looking for some more fun. He felt tensed. Chibs didn't want any of them to interrupt his inner conversation about his life. As he heard the voice though he raised his brows surprised.

"What are you doing here alone?" Y/N asked as she came closer and landed on the bar stool next to him. Chibs glanced at her still surprised.

"I should be asking ye this, lass" He smirked. Y/N... Clay's daughter. Club's princess. She had everyone in the club wrapped around her little finger, she could make Happy act like a fluffy puppy with her. She could make Tig forget all his cheesy comments and treat her as a lady. She made Juice blush and mumble. Clay adored her allowing her pretty much everything. And Chibs... they hardly ever spoke to each other. He remembered her being only nine when he first came to Charming and it seemed to him that she was scared of him with his scars and gloomy face. So he was trying to avoid her, to not bother her. And Y/N never was searching for his company. Until tonight.

"I've stayed at the clubhouse, I do it every now and then when dad's too busy. And mom doesn't mind it" Y/N smiled at him. Soft, soothing, calming. That's what her smile was. "I just love the way this place becomes quiet and peacefull at nights"

"Aye... I love it either" Chibs nodded as he glanced at Y/N who grabbed a bottle of beer for herself. She was underaged for drinking but who was he to forbid it to her?

"So that's why you're staying here alone?" She asked watching him carefully. It made him look away. Her eyes were reaching to his heart, as if she could see right through his disguise.

"Mostly. I just needed something to ease my nerves after today" Chibs shrugged looking at the bottle of scotch infront of him.

"Tough day?" Y/N moved a bit closed together with the chair that was too heavy and her move was a bit awkward, causing Chibs to smile slightly. She didn't care though.

"Aye" He nodded and finally looked at her again. Her bright green eyes were right infront of him. Looking right to his soul.

"You're sad" Y/N stated. It wasn't even a question. She just knew it. And Chibs didn't want to hide it.

"I am, lass" He admitted and took a sip from the bottle.

"Why?" She asked and Filip knew he was going to answer as it was.

"I feel lonely" He shrugged still feeling her watching him. There was not a single chance for Chibs to hide anything from this girl. He just couldn't and had not a single idea why.

"Lonely?" Y/N raised her brows and looked around "This place is infested with croweaters ready to make you feel good in any way you want it"

Chibs choked with another gulp of scotch. Such a young lass wasn't supposed to say something like this. But she did and it made him realise she was not a child anymore. Filip looked at Y/N and saw it finally for the first time. She was a young woman. Gorgeous, amazing. And she was teasing him now, just a bit, to lighten the mood. If he could blush he definetely would.

"Gosh... not this kind of lonely!" Chibs laughed quietly and shook his head. If he'd wanted a one night stand he could've easily find it here in the clubhouse. But it just wasn't for him. He needed something real.

"What kind of lonely then?" Y/N wanted to make it clear for herself. She obviously had no doubts he'd tell her everything. The confidence in her voice and her eyes made Chibs wonder how could he miss all of it happening to her. She was a child once and all of a sudden now he finally saw her the way she was.

"Ye see" Chibs turned to her, looking into her eyes. It made him nervous and Y/N seemed to stay calm as he continued "After another long day I see my brothers coming back to their families and all I have is... well, this. Staying up with a bottle of scotch, sleeping in the dorm here in the clubhouse. Like I've moved on from my past but still didn't reach my present not talking about the future. I don't even have anyone to talk to."

Here it was, in several words he described exactly how he felt. Chibs didn't know if she would understand and he couldn't look at Y/N. Then he felt it. Her small fingers grabbing his roughened palm, squeezing it gently.

"You can always talk to me if you want, Filip" Y/N said, all the teasing gone. She was caring about him and Chibs could hardly understand why.

The sensation of hearing his name from her was too much. It sent electricity down his body, made him look at her with a silent question in his eyes. Why did she call him by his real name? He haven't heard it for ages.

"Why do ye want to waste yer time talking to me?" Chibs finally asked.

"It's not wasting my time" Y/N gave him the softest of smiles "You are the part of this family and I care about everyone here"

Just like this. He was just a part of the family. Chibs didn't know why it bothered him. But being just a part of the family wasn't what he needed. He couldn't blame Y/N for caring about everyone who was the part of the club though.

"Aye, I am" He nodded. She let go of his palm and Chibs took another gulp from the bottle. "Tell me, how do ye see yer future?"

He was curious to know what did she want from life. Such a young, delicate lass. Club could be dangerous yet she seemed to like it. And he was wondering why.

"I... I don't know, Filip" Y/N looked up at him, her cheek against her palm, her elbow resting on the bar counter "I love this club. I wish I could one day be patched. But I know it's not an option. So I will just stick around, taking care of the family just like mom does"

"Ye know life is dangerous around here?" Chibs narrowed his eyes as he turned to look at her.

"I know, yes. But I just love it" Y/N shrugged "I see how connected you all are. And I know it means alot"

"Aye, lass. It does" Chibs agreed as he lit another cigarette.

"This thing gonna kill you" She admitted and made him laugh again. She could do it so easily.

"I can teach ye to shoot. And ride a bike" Chibs offered. He wasn't supposed to, but somehow he knew Y/N wanted it and he didn't mind to be the one to teach her.

"I'd love to" She smiled obviously excited about the idea. Then she glanced at her watch and back at Chibs "You better go have some sleep. I heard dad was telling you to be ready for the run in the morning"

"He did, so ye're right I guess. Ye want me to give ye a lift back home?" Chibs stood up and looked down at Y/N but she shook her head.

"I'm good, I'll stay at Jax's room. He's home with Tara so I can sleep there" Y/N stood up as well "Good night, Filip" she said with a soft smile and headed towards the room.

"Goodnight, lass" Chibs replied and downed the bottle before he left to his room as well now ready to sleep. Somehow with this simple talk Y/N could calm him down, sooth his pain and bring him peace.

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Since then they've been seeing each other from time to time when Y/N was staying at the clubhouse for the night and on some peacefull days. He was teaching her to shoot and ride a bike and no one seemed to stand against it. Y/N was having all the club at her service so there was no surprise Chibs did what she wanted. For him though it was something special. Every moment they've spent together meant so much for him and he couldn't evern explain himself why.

Y/N could easily make him laugh even when he felt low. She was taking the pain away with only her presence and it made Chibs wonder how could he never notice it.

The reason for the influence Y/N had on Chibs was found in couple of months after their first conversation. It was another party at the clubhouse and he was sitting by the bar as usual, watching his brothers and the rest of people having fun. He spotted Y/N the moment she entered the room. It made him gasp, the way she looked. Wearing high heels and short dress, her long dark hair wild and free. It was so different from her usual clothes - jeans, sneakers and t-shirts. Chibs felt his blood rushing through his veins as he was looking at her. But he couldn't accept the sudden realization just yet. He couldn't feel this for Y/N, she was off limits, he was twice her age. It just couldn't happen.

Y/N meanwhile approached Juice who was messing with the music box, trying to make it play the song he wanted. The boy blushed as she greeted him, it always happened when Y/N was around and usually Chibs was making fun of his younger brother, teasing him for it. Now though Filip felt a sudden wave of anger and... jealous? It couldn't be, he was too reasonable to allow himself feel anything like this about Y/N.

But he saw her taking Juice's hands and leading him to the dance floor and felt another bite of jealosy in his chest. Chibs hated seeing Y/N being with someone else even if it didn't mean anything. He turned away from the dancefloor and rubbed his eyes tired.

"Jesus Christ" Filip mumbled to himself as he was trying to come to terms with the discovery he had about himself. For years his heart was silent and now it woke up and was speaking louder than ever before. And from all women he met in his life it was for Y/N. The only woman Chibs couldn't have.

Soon enough Y/N came up to him and leaned against the bar counter, her breath heavy after dancing. Smiling gently she looked up at him.

"Are you having fun?" She asked, making him smirk in a bitter way.

"Aye. Kinda" Chibs replied as he looked at her, feeling his heart race. She was stunning, tempting, she was making his body react instantly with only one look at her. Yet all of it had to be kept in secret. Not only she was off limits because of her father. He was sure such a young beauty would never look at him in this way.

"Kinda?" Y/N frowned and moved closer to him, her shoulder against his "You can't trick me, Filip. What's going on?"

'YOU' was what his mind crying out. But Chibs only shook his head and gave her a smile. If he was good at something it was hiding his feelings from everyone, wearing a mask of tranquility and confidence.

"I'm just tired, lass. Don't worry" Filip finally said looking down at her.

Y/N was so close, her bright eyes looking right into his heart, her pouty lips so tempting, her breath still havy as she was trying to calm down after dancing. With Juice. Was it just an innocent dance or something more? He clenched his jaws and swallowed. The mixture of excitement from her presence and jealous from her flirting with Juice was almost unbearable.

"Okay, Filip... I won't bother you then" Y/N said finally, she grabbed two bottles of beer from the bar and went away.

Chibs turned to see her and as he feared he saw her on the couch, talking to Juice and laughing. He thought that maybe he offended Y/N with hiding something from her. But she was obviously having fun and Filip couldn't force himself to watch it longer. He grabbed the bottle from the bar and made his way to the dorms to hide, allowing Y/N to have fun. He knew Juice would never touch her for the same reason, she was off limits and everyone in the club knew it. But it couldn't make jealous go.

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Next time when they could talk was in couple of weeks. Chibs was mostly on the runs and hardly spent couple of hours in the clubhouse except for sleeping. The more he was thinking about Y/N the more he knew there was no chance for him to get rid of the feelings he had for her. No matter how much he tried to avoid it he fell for her and couldn't help it. Every time he saw her, his heart was missing a beat and then racing faster. But he knew perfectly well that he had to hide it deep in his heart and he did.

That night he was in his room when he heard some noise outside in the main hall of the clubhouse. Chibs took his gun and went to see what was going on. It was Y/N, she was searching for something in the bar.

"What are ye doing, lass?" Chibs asked as he put his gun down and came closer to her.

"Looking for a drink!" Y/N turned to him and he noticed her eyes were red and swollen.

"Come here, Y/N. Tell me what happened. Drinking is not the best decision" Chibs shook his head frowned and came up to her.

He touched her shoulder with his palm and it made Y/N immediately lean into his touch, wrap her arms around his waist and hide her face on his shoulder. Chibs hugged her, tight and carefully, allowing her to cry. And she did. He didn't know the reasons but he decided to give her time. Holding Y/N in his arms was so good, even though he felt bad about the girl being so upset he couldn't help it. She was so small, so delicate, the warmth of her body setting him on fire instantly. But Chibs was only holding her, his palm gently petting her hair.

"I'm sorry" Y/N sobbed as she finally pulled away from his arms wiping tears from her cheeks and not looking at Chibs.

"Ye don't need to. Tell me what happened, lass? Someone hurt ye?" He asked, almost begged. Filip needed to help her somehow, comfort her. "Come ere"

He took her palm and led her towards the couch, making her seat down and landing next to her. Y/N didn't protest at all, it was obvious how upset she was, how insecure and vulnerable she felt. She raised her eyes at him and sighed.

"It's mom and dad. They made me go to college in San Francisco" She whispered, tears falling down her face again.

Chibs saw how hard it was for her to say it out loud. And he felt his heart breaking. She will move away, have new life, new friends. One day she will meet some fancy guy and forget about the club. Those images were invading his mind, fear consuming him. But it wasn't the right time now. He needed to comfort Y/N.

"Christ, lass" Chibs sighed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her closer, wiping her tears with the other hand "Big city might be fun for ye. You'll have new friends, new interesting life. Safer than this one here"

"I don't want it, Filip. I don't want to go, I don't want any other life" Y/N sobbed again, trying to lean closer as if she felt safer in his arms "I told you, I love this club, this people"

"I know. But ye will see, once ye meet new friends, have classes, ye will love it. And ye can always come back here after ye graduate" Chibs kept talking, trying to support her, make her look different at the situation, but god only knew how hard it was for him when the only thing he really wanted was to beg her to stay.

"Everyone here likes me, and there I will be all alone" Y/N whispered. She wasn't crying anymore but she was scared and uncertain and all Chibs could do was to reassure her.

"It won't take long for everyone there to love ye, lass. Ye're kind, beautiful, clever young girl. Ye will have so many new friends there" Filip whispered and pressed his lips against her foreherad, it was all he allowed himself to do.

They've been talking for awhile more, Y/N still confused, but the more Chibs was supporting her, the more she was curious about this new life she could have. Big city, lots of opportunities. Filip knew it was right for her to stay away from the club, it was getting too dangerous. But it was breaking his heart, he knew he will have to learn to live without her around. Chibs only started feeling alive again and soon the light of his life would be taken away from him.

Soon Y/N fell asleep, exhausted with all the emotion she had experienced that evening. Chibs lifted her carefully and went to Jakson's room where he carefully put her on the bed and covered her with blanket. He wanted to kiss her now more than ever knowing that soon he will lose her. But Filip only kissed her forehead again and it made her smile in her sleep. Then he left the room.

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She was leaving tomorrow. In past two weeks they had no chance to talk. Y/N was busy with packing up and Chibs had handfull of club issues. He knew it would be early in the morning when Y/N will come to the clubhouse to say goodby and he hoped to have a chance to see her.

"Chibs, I need you and Happy to visit Tacoma chapter. They have some problems there and need our help" Clay found him in the workshop where he was hiding to have some time to think.

"Aye. When?" Deep in his thoughts, Chibs didn't really pay attention to what Clay said untill he heard the answer.

"Now. Happy is ready, waiting to you" Clay shrugged "Call me if you need more people there"

Chibs nodded and went to his room to get ready for the run. He wanted to ask Clay to send someone else but there was no reason for that except for Y/N and he couldn't tell about her. So all he could do was put his cut on, go to the parking and leave toghether with Hap.

They were on the road for several hours when the sunrise lightened the skyes. It was around 6 am, the time when Y/N was supposed to leave. Chibs couldn't be there, couldn't say goodbye and he had no idea if he'll ever see her again. Watching the road ahead he felt his eyes blurring with tears.

#sons of anarchy #chibs telford #chibs #soa imagine #chibs imagine #soa #chibs x reader #filip telford #sons of anarchy fanfiction #soa fanfiction #happy lowman #juice ortiz #clay morrow #chibs fanfiction

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resident-simpleton · 1 month

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My first attempt at writing fanfiction?

Resident Lover (BY TEAMAVIA) fanfic about either: Cassandra X Reader OR Cassandra X Reader X Donna I have not decided yet. This is also my first time posting on Tumblr in my entire life >:). Here is my draft of the first chapter: Chapter 1:

After hours of trucking around campus the day before classes start to better familiarize yourself with the layout, you decide to head back to your dorm. This campus was massive. ‘Much larger than your old campus’ you thought. Feeling your calves ache, you lazily push open the door.

Inside, you see your humorous roommates, Daniella and Angie, playing Just Dance in front of the TV in the living room. Solo cups and alcohol bottles are spread across the coffee table. Seeing this scene makes you forget your exhaustion. With an amused giggle, you say, “OOOO get into it, Dani. Dani with the Phanni,” teasing Daniella about her dance moves.

You then proceed to step next to Angie and do part of the dance with her. You realize they are dancing to Lady Gaga’s ‘Judas’. After a few minutes of dancing, all three of you collapse onto the floor, breathless and giggling.

Angie then says with a devilish grin, “Now it's time for an actual party, there’s one down the street.”

“A day before classes start?” You question reluctantly.

“Awww come on now, let loose, school will be rough enough once it starts,” Angie argues.

“She has a point, Y/N,” Daniella says in agreement.

“Ughhhhh, fine. BUT! I am only low buzzing,” you state strictly.

“YIPPEEEEEE!” Angie squeals, rolling over you on the floor.

With a chuckle erupting from your lips, you push the blonde off you and then head to your room to get dressed.

“Give me five minutes to get all ‘dolled’ up,” you say sarcastically as you plan on dressing pretty plainly.

You select black baggy cargo pants and a dark grey tank top, paired with a grommet belt and chunky sneakers. Running a hand through your short black hair, you slip on a light jacket before rejoining your roommates. Already waiting for you at the door, your roommates look at you with goofy smiles plastered on their faces.

“Lead the way, Ang,” you smile.

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**[You all arrive at the party]**

Walking through the door of the sorority house, loud music blares, and your nostrils are suddenly attacked by the smell of booze and smoke. Breathing it in your nose and out your mouth, you sigh.

The pulsating rhythm of the music envelops you, reverberating through your bones. Bodies sway, and laughter fills the air, mingling with the scent of booze and smoke that hangs thickly in the atmosphere.

Almost instantly, Angie is lost amongst the crowd. Daniella follows in suit, quickly finding her fellow skater bros at the beer pong table. Time for a drink.

Navigating through the sea of people, you catch glimpses of unfamiliar faces and flashes of colorful lights dancing across the walls. Conversations blend together in a cacophony of sound, punctuated by bursts of raucous laughter and the occasional shout. Despite the chaos surrounding you, there's a sense of familiarity and warmth that wraps around you like a comforting embrace.

Taking a deep breath, you let the music wash over you, pouring yourself not one, but multiple shots, ignoring your original plan. The alcohol burns a familiar path down your throat, leaving a trail of warmth that courses through your veins like liquid fire. With each swallow, the chaos of the party slowly recedes, replaced by a euphoric haze that almost becomes a blur.

Now fairly drunk, you decide to go mingle on the dance floor. Without a care in the world, you let the music take control of your movements. All your worries dissipate as all you can feel is the rhythm put you in a trance.

Putting on a performance for no one but yourself, you let go. Well, at least you thought it was only for you. Across the room, a brunette watches you intently, her gaze fixed on your every move. Taking one last sip, she makes her way over to you.

Just as she is about to reach you, she is blocked by your tall roommate.

“Y/N, how are you enjoying the party?!” Dani asks, smiling and tilting her head.

The brunette speaks up, “Well, well, what do we have here? Dani?”

This causes Dani’s smile to quickly drop and turn into a slight scowl.

“Cassandra,” Dani states disappointedly.

“In the flesh,” Cassandra says smugly.

“Well, little sister, care to introduce me to your friend?” She asks, smirking.

“Sister?” you slur out, surprised.

“Y/N, this is Cassandra. Unfortunately, my sister,” Dani sighs, “Cassandra, do not get any funny ideas, Y/N is my roommate.”

“I have a few ideas, none of which are funny,” Cassandra states, looking you up and down, her smirk growing.

Your face, already flush from the alcohol, gets hot but goes unnoticed. You quickly, mentally shake this off. This is your roommate's sister. You have already heard of her within the first hour of being on campus.

The star on campus, the serial heartbreaker, and now you know her as your roommate's sister. Cassandra, one of many titles.

Ignoring her flirty comment, you say, “It's nice to meet you Cassandra. I heard you are in charge of theater.”

“Yes, I am!” She states proudly, “Why? Are you interested in joining?”

“Possibly,” you say, looking up to meet her gaze, “I am taking general theater, and in high school, we did Romeo and Juliet, I performed as Romeo…”

Cassandra’s eyes light up at this, and she interrupts, “Excellent, you should try out for my show!”

Your drunken mouth falls slightly open, “You want me to try out?” you question.

“I can certainly see why you were casted as Romeo. You have very handsome looks,” she exclaims, examining you in an analytical manner rather than flirtatiously.

This statement makes your face heat up once again.

“Come by the theater tomorrow,” she demands with a sparkle in her eye.

“Okay…” you trail off.

“Great! See you then,” she says waving you off, “Bye, sis.”

Dani lets out a large sigh as if she was holding it in that entire conversation.

“I am sorry about her,” Dani says waving her hand apologetically.

“No worries Dani, I am interested in theater,” you say honestly.

You came to this school unsure of what you wanted to major in, so you have your classes a little all over the place from Theater and Botany to Women in Art and Computer Science.

“Okay well tell me if she tries anything weird,” Dani says with a knowing look, “She has a… reputation as you have already heard. I don’t want her to hurt you,” she says protectively.

You move closer to Dani and pinch her cheek jokingly.

“Awww, my protector,” you tease.

This makes Daniella blush profusely. However, due to the now red lighting, you cannot tell, nor do you, in your drunken state, care.

“Let’s find Angie and get out of here… Please,” you say exhaustedly.

“Aye Aye, captain,” Dani says, pulling you alongside her to go find Angie. PS: ANY COMMENTS AND TIPS ARE HELPFUL PPS: I wrote this at 5am during a night shift. PPPS: Thank you Team-Avia PPPPS: AM I USING TUMBLR RIGHT?

Open for requests

Nah this shit is ass

#resident lover #cassandra dimitrescu #fanfic #fxf #RE8 #donna beneviento #resident evil #sapphic #mother miranda #resident lover fanfic

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mandalorianchronicles · 1 year

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Just some initial thoughts here, I'll write more later...

First of all, yeah - I was a little disappointed that they didn't have any sort of goodbye/good luck exchange, and I would have felt that way whether I shipped Dinbo or not. After everything they've been through this season, it seemed a completely reasonable expectation. But instead of fretting about it, I feel that the writers made an intentional choice to show the viewers that their story isn't over. There was no need for "goodbye" because they're going to be in and out of each other's lives so much over the next season(s). Like, yeah - he's got a little cabin all his own on Nevarro, but he also has a home on Mandalore and a home on Tatooine whenever he wants to be there with his friends. We'll get the payoff with that bottle of wine next season.

Din's story with Mandalore is far from over, so there was no need to conclude it. Grogu sensing the Mythosaur and it sensing him in return is all the proof you need for that. Grogu is a Mandalorian now and learning the bounty hunter trade just like Boba did from his father (and still practicing his Force techniques). Din is working as an independent contractor for the Republic Carson Teva, rooting out any Imperial threats in the Outer Rim, which makes him the first line of defense for his people. He's doing what he knows, but he's doing it for two purposes: raising his son as a Mandalorian and protecting his home. His pledge to Bo-Katan still stands. She is the Mand'alor, which means by creed that when she calls, he comes (and maybe vice versa since I believe she feels equally loyal to him).

I knew from the beginning that this was going to be a slooooow burn romance if they ever fully develop it, but Din is still her first knight and she is still his liege lady. That didn't change. In the meantime, we just do what we always do in-between seasons: write fanfictions, create artwork, compose meta, and edit music videos.

That cabin on the outskirts of town though...juicy stuff is gonna be happening there on ao3.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #dinbo #bo-katan kryze #the mandalorian spoilers #mand'amour #guys...chill #it's only season 3 #we've got years

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thatredheadwriter · 5 months

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absolution

javi gutierrez x reader (2.7k)

Javi misses your date and has some making up to do.

A/N: This started because I was listening to MAMMAMIA by Maneskin on repeat and I couldn’t stop thinking about Javi G on his knees in front of his lady. These two love the pants off of each other (literally).

This is an NSFW oneshot for female reader with Javi Gutierrez of The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Content Includes (but is not limited to):

fiance!Javi

some D/s dynamics (not hardcore)

dom!reader

sub!Javi

use of religious language to describe sex (there’s a theme, idk)

oral sex (male + female receiving)

anal fingering (male receiving), just a little as a treat

a very sexy dress (link in case you’re having trouble visualizing)

Please read at your own discretion and remember to consume your fanfiction responsibly.

10:42 pm

You’re seething as the numbers tick higher on the small clock beside the huge king-sized bed. One thing that never changed in all the hotels you visited with Javi, they all had the same shitty, annoying alarm clock sitting by the bed.

Shooting for this most recent project had so many locations–between photography, location shoots, studio shoots–and Javi insisted on being there for all of them. You’ve spent the last eight months crisscrossing the globe after your fiance and his passion project, watching him work to the bone for some sort of perceived perfection while the rest of the world turned on without him.

Tonight was supposed to be different.

Javi made reservations at the hotel restaurant for seven o’clock and promised he would be there. In all your time knowing him, he’d never broken a date with you, or anyone for that matter. But when eight o’clock rolled around, you settled back in your chair, called the waitress over, and ordered.

The mushroom risotto was delicious and the chardonnay tasted as expensive as it billed. You had the rest of the bottle sent up to your room for good measure. And now you’re waiting. Because good food and wine have sated your hunger, but not your fire.

It’s not until 11:03 that you hear the electronic click of the lock and your fiance finally enters the room. He strides in with his back to you,

“Late night?” you clear your throat and retrieve your half-finished glass from the low table by your seat.

Javi turns on a dime and his mouth falls open. Even from your seat across the room, you can practically see his pupils dilate as he takes in your form, clad in the sexiest dress you’d ever braved. It featured a false wrap-style v-neck, and for the kicker–double thigh slits. If you moved a certain way, it was clear you weren’t wearing underwear beneath.

You’d shown up at dinner dressed to the nines, dripping in the jewelry Javi had bought you over the years. And you’d left the same way. In the suite, you’d dressed down, putting your heels away in the small closet and taking everything off except for the earrings you always left in and the pendant he’d gifted you for your first anniversary–a single blue-green sapphire set in white gold that hung just perfectly at the crest of your cleavage.

“It’s the same color as the sea back home. Reminds me of you, because well, you’re my home too,” he’d explained as you had looked over it speechlessly.

“Have you eaten? My dinner was delicious,” you stand and turn your body to face the window, but your eyes stay on him.

You see it in his eyes. The exact moment he remembers the date he planned and everything he promised you, swept up in time and replaced with this crackling tension between you.

“Mi amor,” his face pales instantly as he crosses the room to you, but you hardly give him a glance. Instead, you lazily sip at the wine in your glass and circle the room to maintain your distance. “Please forgive me. I got caught up at work. I’m so sorry.”

“I waited for you, Javi,” you finish the wine and set the glass on top of a dresser, striding languidly towards the bed. “Alone in that damn restaurant.”

“Fuck, my love, it was never my intention to leave you there tonight. The shooting ran late and then the director wanted to go over some things, and then one of the actor’s agents called about a contract dispute…It’s a poor excuse, I know. I just now got away, and…Please forgive me, mi amorcita.”

“I won’t be a bystander in your life, Javi,” you settle yourself on the end of the bed and part your legs so the fabric parts around them. “It hurt me, sitting there alone. I miss my fiance.”

Javi drops to his knees in front of you, his gorgeous face twisted in anguish. “Please, tell me how to make it up to you.”

Showing the slightest mercy, you reach for him and relish the way he leans into your touch. With the softest grip on his golden chocolate curls, you guide his cheek to rest on the inside of your bare thigh. “Beg.”

So close to what he wants, he’ll never take it without your permission, even as he eyes the wetness peeking out from under the slit in your skirt.

“I want to taste you, please. I want to drown in you and feel you cum on my tongue. Let me give you as many orgasms as you can take.”

“I don’t know if you deserve it,” you muse, pretending to be distracted by something on the bedspread. The truth is, you know you’ll cave as soon as you look him in those gorgeous brown eyes.

“Please, princesa, I know I fucked up,” his accent weighs heavy with his distress. Javi’s hand traces up and down the outside of your thigh, “Let me make it up to you.”

You look down at your fiance, and your heart breaks a little. He didn’t mean to forget dinner, and you know he feels awful. Besides, he’s been terribly stressed with his new project and it’s not like you two have spent much time together lately, not like you used to.

“Okay, Javi, I forgive you. Now make me cum,” you purr.

A giggle escapes when he hooks his arms around your knees, forcing you to land back on the bed with a light bounce.

“I am so fucking sorry, mi querida,” he growls, sucking and kissing up the skin of your inner thighs. “I swear on my life, on my father’s grave, it will never happen again.”

You want to remind him that maybe now isn’t the best time to bring up his dead father, but then he swipes his thumb against your clit and all that comes out is a high-pitched moan

“Fuck, Jav,” you reach down to bury your hands in his curls and feel him nip at your skin in response.

“Never leaving this bed again,” he licks the flat of his tongue up your slit and you buck your hips up, chasing the sensation. “Can’t leave you, can’t leave this.”

Javi is a man used to the finer things in life. It’s what happens when you grow up on a huge estate, surrounded by servants, never wanting for anything. But one thing has always sated him, left him content and pliant at the end of your fingertips, and he’ll drink at it for hours if you let him.

You’re still clothed, however the dress you’d specially chosen for the occasion is just garnish. He’d been meant to savor it all through dinner, feast his eyes before taking an indulgence of the flesh, but you were never one to deny your lover. Especially when his absolution feels so divine.

From the first time he took you to bed, Javi made it a point to learn you. He was certainly a skilled lover, but over time he’s grown incredibly attuned to every little sound, every little twitch and jerk as he works you over. And he’s certainly eager.

A steady-building pleasure grows in your belly as he licks from your entrance up to your clit, over and over. Each time you can feel the proud jut of his nose bumping against that little bundle of nerves as he dips lower.

Your first orgasm comes quickly, and your fingers grip hard at Javi’s hair. But he doesn’t stop. If anything it spurs him on further. The taste of your first release drives him on and you can’t help but cry out when he sucks on your clit.

You’re not sure how long it is, or how many times you’ve cum, but eventually you’re overstimulated to the point of pain. You push Javi’s head away from your core, making him whine.

“S’too much,” you pant, “Gotta give me a break.”

At the blown-out look in your eyes, he’s worried. “Did I do too much? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, Javi, you never hurt me. M’just sensitive is all.”

You reach for him and he obliges, laying down beside you on the bed. Now that he’s finally close, you pull him in for a deep kiss, whining when you taste yourself on his tongue. When you need air again, he just kisses and nips down your jaw, still putting his mouth to really good use.

“I’m so sorry, mi amorcita,” he murmurs into the tender skin he soothes with a kiss. “My mind has just been so-so…scrambled lately.”

“I know, Jav. I’ve been a little worried about you.”

At your confession, his face falls. You know he never wants you to worry about anything.

“You work too hard, Javi,” you continue, running your hand down his exposed chest. “Too much espresso, not enough sleep.”

Your love sighs deeply under your touch, a weight lifting at your words. “I will do better.”

“Let me relieve some of that stress?” your lip curls in a smirk as your hand slips lower and lower until you’re fiddling with the buckle of his belt. Just below, his zipper is struggling to contain an impressive erection, the thought of which already has you salivating.

Javi flushes, voice raspy all of a sudden. “I still have some making up to do, no?”

You shake your head as you slip from the bed beside him into nearly the same spot he was in moments ago. “This night was supposed to be about you, cariño. I’d like to get it back on schedule.”

He doesn’t breathe as you settle into position, a serpent preparing to strike. Your hands run up and down his clothed thighs, just to feel him tremble beneath you.

“Easy, baby,” you soothe. “Gonna let me get you all nice and relaxed?”

Looking up at him, you wonder how you got so lucky. His curls are disheveled, sticking every which way from your grip on them as he brought you to ecstasy after ecstasy. Sweat glistens across his golden skin, flushed from the summer heat and more. You want nothing more than to bite his bottom lip, the one that sticks out as he pants for breath, nodding eagerly as you finally cup his bulge with your hand.

“Words,” you click your tongue at him.

“Yes, please.”

With his consent, you take your time with his belt, removing it completely from the loops and setting it to the side. Then you’re undoing his pants, careful not to pinch or pull on the skin that pushes up against his waistband. As the button pops open, you lean forward and give the imprint it left behind a kiss, and Javi shudders above you. You’re just as methodical with the zipper, pulling it down tooth by tooth until it reaches its end.

When you look back at your fiance, his face is caught in a mixture of concentration and ecstasy, eyes pinched shut as his chest heaves with the struggle of staying still.

“Javi.”

Deep brown eyes find yours in a heartbeat, searching for answers, instructions, pleasure. Whatever you’re willing to give.

“I love you.”

Immediately he relaxes, the curve of his spine returning to normal as some of the energy pent up from his day releases, leaving only room for you and the pleasure that’s to come.

“I love you too, mi princesa.”

“Tell me you want me to suck your cock.”

A groan rattles somewhere in his chest and his knuckles go white as he grips the sheets. Javi is vocal about giving you pleasure, but tends to go mute when asked about his own. But you’re not doing anything else until he asks for it. You want him to get used to asking for what he needs. You won’t let him burn himself out like this anymore.

“I want-I want you…mierda. I want you to suck my cock. Please,” he rasps, little more than a whisper.

You grin up at him as your hand slips under the band of his boxer briefs to find the weeping head of his cock. “You’re so good for me Javi,” you praise as you run your thumb through the dribble of precum that’s gathered there. “Telling me what you want. I love that, thank you.”

He’s more than ready when you finally take him out, but you still take your time. The first sloppy kiss to his head and Javi is digging his fingers into the bed below, brow knit in concentration. You work your way down to his neatly trimmed base before coming back up the other side.

Javi’s fingers thread through your hair, not insistent, just an anchor to the present. He tugs lightly when you first swallow him down, curses dripping from his kiss-swollen lips. After all your time together, you know exactly what it takes to get him right to the edge. Your tongue works the underside of him as you lazily bob up and down.

Your eyes cut to his to find them glued on yours as you work him. “Fuck, Jesus, querida, stop or I’m going to-”

You pull off of him, but your hand still works up and down his shaft. “You’re going to cum for me Javi, just like this. Let this be your final penance.”

With that you go back to your task, taking him down your throat until your eyes water. Two of your fingers gather some of the spit and precum that’s dribbled down to his base and you use it to gently work against the tight ring of muscle just a few inches below.

Javi looks divine like this. The tendons in his neck bulge as he throws his head back in pleasure. He’s screwed his eyes shut and you wish you could be in two places at once so you could lick the bead of sweat away forming at his temple.

“Wanted to- wanted to, fuck- I wanted to fuck you like you deserve,” he pants through gritted teeth. “But this is…” He doesn’t finish, because that’s when your fingers press in to breach his ass, and a low groan rattles through his chest.

The taste of him hits as you curl your fingers against his prostate. His fingers scratch against your scalp as you swallow against him again and again until he’s a shaking, muttering mess above you.

You release his softening cock with a soft pop sound and grin up at your utterly wrecked, not-a-stressed-bone-left-in-his-body fiance. As he tries to catch his breath, you rise from your position on the floor and hope Javi can’t hear your knees pop as you slide onto the bed next to him.

Javi pulls you in for a kiss and tugs you up the bed so you can lay beside of him. He doesn’t pull away until you’re firmly tangled in his embrace.

“I love you, and I’m so sorry about dinner.”

You smooth a hand over his disheveled curls. “Javi, you’re forgiven. Just don’t forget that you have a life outside of work. I will do everything in my power to support you in whatever you choose to do, but I won’t watch you neglect yourself. I love you too much.”

“I hear you. And I will…I will try to do better.”

“That’s all I ask. Maybe one day this week you can let the cast and crew have a break and we can have a do-over for dinner?” you ask hopefully.

“Yes, I think maybe Tuesday, or Wednesday. We’re supposed to shoot with-”

“Details later, Jav,” you silence him with a peck to the lips. “You never answered my question earlier. Did you get a chance to eat?”

He winces a bit and gives you a look, “I had some crackers and hummus from food services.”

“Let’s call down for room service and then you should get some rest. I plan on letting you do some more making up before you head off to set tomorrow.”

#javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez smut #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x reader smut #x reader #x reader smut #sub!javi gutierrez #the unbearable weight of massive talent #tuwomt #tuwomt fanfic #pedro boys

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theladyofdeath · 10 months

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Lady Death's Lover {III}

Lady Death's Lover Masterlist & Summary

19th Century Period AU Nesta x Cassian Secret Affair / Enemies to Lovers / Forbidden Romance Fanfiction / Characters from Sarah J Maas / ACOTAR Based on a prompt sent in by anonymous

A/N: Apologies for the delay! This weekend was a long one. Chapter 4 will still be posted on Tuesday as planned!

TW: marital abuse, sexual content, language, depression, alcohol abuse, non-descriptive sexual abuse

This story is for readers 18+. Mature readers only. Content should not be read by anyone under 18.

Nesta,

Elain has been bothering me to write to you so I am only doing this to make her happy. I am still seeing Isaac Hale and I do not feel bad about it. I do not care to marry a gentleman. None of the gentlemen here are worth a lick. Besides, with Tomas’ care, I do not need to marry rich. I enjoy Isaac’s company — at least for now. Even if he is not husband material, we have a good time.

Although I am angry with you, I do hope you are doing well. Father seems happier lately and we have started to insert ourselves back into society. We attended a luncheon a few days ago and both father and Elain seemed right at home among the company. I wore a new dress. It was nice.

Foreign, considering our hardships, but nice.

When you reply, please do not mention Isaac. You’ll be wasting your breath.

Your Sister,

Feyre

Cassian

Azriel and Rhysand are laughing about something but I can’t seem to think straight enough to make sense of why. We’re gambling and I’m losing, and once I started losing I started drinking which was quite some time ago. Thankfully, we’re not playing for money but stripping down with every lost hand. As of now, I’m sitting in my trousers with my chest bare and toes freed while the other two bastards at this table have donned my clothing on top of their own.

Balthazar, my butler, enters the room to bring a full bottle of whiskey. I hadn’t even noticed that we emptied the last one. “Thank you,” I say. At least, I think I do. My words seem far away as they come out of my mouth.

“Play, damn it!”

I blink, not realizing it was my turn. I lay down my cards. The two bastards next to me at the round table howl.

I’ve lost my pants.

“You know,” I say, unbuttoning my trousers and kicking them off, “when one of you wins, you can choose each other from time to time instead of ganging up on me. It’s too cold to be sitting here with my cock hanging out.”

“Then start a fire,” Azriel says, dealing once again as I sit back in my chair in my underpants.

Thankfully I win the next round and my pants along with it, but it doesn’t last long before they’re gone again.

When the door opens again, Balthazar enters with a silver tray and a sealed envelope on top of it. I can hardly keep myself from swaying as I reach for it and thank him before breaking the seal. At first, the words are blurry, but after a few minutes of deep focus, I toss it aside. “Fuck.”

“What?” Azriel asks, as Rhysand struggles in his own drunken state to undo the buttons of his shirt.

“Mandray,” I say, pouring myself another drink and refilling theirs. “Invited me to dinner tomorrow. Talk business.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Azriel asks, sighing as he starts to help a grappling Rhysand.

I nod, and I don’t know how long I nod for but I feel like it’s a damn long time. “It’s at his house. What if his wife is there?”

“I expect her to be,” Rhys says, flailing his arms until they’re free from his sleeves. “It’s her house. She eats dinner.”

“Hmmm.” I lean back in my chair. “What do you think she’ll be wearing?”

“More than you currently are, hopefully,” Azriel says, putting Rhysand’s shirt over both mine and his across his shoulders. “Why does it matter? Afraid you’ll hit on her again in front of her own husband?”

“I’m not that stupid,” I say, then add, “when I’m sober.”

“You’ll be fine,” Rhys says, and nods at the cards face down in front of me. “Now, play.”

“Should I bring something?” I ask, surely overthinking it, but my mind is so fuzzy that I’m honestly surprised I’m having any thoughts at all. I take another drink. “Flowers? Wine?”

“I don’t think Mandray cares for flowers or wine,” Rhys says. “Try brandy.”

“Not for him,” I say, stumbling, which is strange considering I’m sitting. No, wait, I’m standing. Why am I standing? I sit back down. “For his wife. You should always bring a gift to the woman of the house as a thank you.”

“Sounds very gentlemanly,” Azriel agrees, “but could also be seen as you hitting on his wife.”

“I’m not hitting on his fucking wife!” I say, accidentally knocking over my glass as my arms have a mind of their own for a moment. “I mean, I don’t think I am. Fuck, she is gorgeous. Isn’t she gorgeous?”

They both stare at me, dumbfounded.

“Just saying,” I mumble, picking up my glass only to find it empty. Oh yeah. I spilled. “Just because I can’t touch doesn’t mean I can’t admire.”

“Your admiration is going to get you into trouble,” Rhysand says, then repeats, “now play, damn it.”

I pick up my cards that are coated in spilled whiskey and play my shitty hand. Azriel wins but allows me to keep my underpants on. It seems we’re picking on Rhys now.

I save my decision of flowers or wine for tomorrow, when hopefully my head is clear enough to make the proper decision. Hopefully I’m not too sick from the alcohol by the time dinner rolls around. Judging by the clouding of my vision, I assume a headache is in store for me tomorrow morning.

My thoughts drift to Lady Mandray. Since seeing her at Rhys’ last week, I haven’t been able to erase the image of her from my mind. She was exquisite in that navy blue dress, her hair braided, her lips full and the swells of her breasts on display. She was a work of art.

And she’s married to the prick that is Tomas Mandray.

I know I shouldn’t complain, shouldn’t judge. I know that getting into business with him will take away my monthly financial worries, but there was something in his eye that didn’t sit well with me when we met.

He was too confident, and that’s coming from me, who is typically considered too confident. He’s the type of man that thinks he owns everything and everyone within his reach.

Including his wife.

I know the type well. My father was one of them.

“Why do you suddenly look like you’re having an overly intense conversation with yourself?” Rhys asks, refilling my glass for me.

I shrug and laugh it off, even as my thoughts drift from Mandray to my father. “Too much to drink. Deal me in.”

We play until sunrise and I fall asleep too drunk to coherently think about a damn thing.

Which is exactly what I need.

……….

Nesta

I’ve had too much wine.

I don’t even remember finishing the bottle which is probably a sign for concern but I can’t bring myself to care. I feel light, and it feels good to feel light. The heaviness that weighs on me every day has evaporated and I feel absolutely nothing, but in the best way possible.

My maid has come in twice but I’ve asked her to leave me alone for the night. I feel bad when I’m a bitch to Alis but she always takes it in stride, even if I’m sure she’s cursing me internally every time she walks away from me.

I don’t blame her.

I curse myself, too.

Unable to keep reading, thanks to the heaviness of my eyes, I try to sleep. After blowing out the candle at my bedside, I close my eyes and settle back against my pillows.

Suddenly I’m somewhere else. I’m not in this house, nor am I in my father’s house, but in a different house entirely, one I’ve never been in.

One that’s entirely my own.

It sits on the top of a mountain, overlooking the entirety of Velaris. The starlight is brighter from where I stand on the balcony in my mind, beckoning me. For once, I feel safe, although I’m alone. There is no sense of uncertainty or discomfort. Instead, I know it’s exactly where I’m supposed to be, like the walls and all within them were crafted for me.

My name is called and the voice is familiar. My skin doesn’t crawl like it does when Tomas calls my name. Instead, I swear my heart skips a beat.

Before I can turn to face him, he’s behind me, pulling me back into his chest. I close my eyes and breathe him in as his strong, broad arms come around me and hold me tight.

It’s a sweet gesture, one I’ve never known in reality, but in my dream, this alternate reality, it’s what he does every night.

Every morning.

Every chance he gets.

I feel his mouth on my cheek and I let my head fall to the side, giving him better access. Those luscious lips of his trail down my cheek, down the column of my neck, down to my collarbone. I close my eyes, wishing his hands would wander, wishing he’d fall on his knees and ravish me.

Just as those calloused hands sweep up my sides and cup my breasts, my name is called.

It doesn’t come from him, though.

It’s back in the nightmare that is my reality and I refuse to open my eyes. I beg the illusion my mind has concocted to stay with me a little bit longer but it dissipates.

“Nesta.”

My mattress dips and my eyes fly open. The alcohol already consumed still grounds me, but a hint of fear, of annoyance, of dread creeps into the barrier that the alcohol has created.

Tomas is here, crawling onto my bed, still dressed but his cock is out and hard. I try my best not to cringe, try my best not to recoil, and for a moment I think I’m putting on a hell of a performance but alcohol has always made me tell the truth.

Even when words are absent.

He’s hovering above me and I can catch his expression from the dying fire in the fireplace. At first, he’s smiling, and even though his smile looks unpleasant, it’s more unpleasant when his smile dies and he’s watching me with disdain.

“Are you drunk?”

“No,” I say, with no hesitation.

His jaw ticks. “I smell the wine on your breath. Don’t you fucking lie to me, wife.”

Wife.

Even the alcohol can’t take away what the one word does to my spirit.

“Why does it matter?” I ask, leveling my gaze with his. “I am a grown woman. If I want to overindulge, I may.”

“You are a lady,” he hisses, his voice low, quiet. “My wife. You cannot do anything without my approval, and I do not approve of my wife drinking herself into oblivion like a fucking whore.”

I close my eyes, trying to find my way back to the happy place I had mustered up just moments ago.

“Open your eyes.”

I don’t.

“Open your eyes!”

I gasp, the hand around my neck rough, making me gasp for air. I open my eyes and the hand is gone, now resting next to my face as Tomas knocks my knees, spreading my legs.

The alcohol is doing nothing at this point. One second, I’m feeling too much, and the next, I am numb.

I let him do to me what he wishes. There’s no point in fighting back, it’ll only cause the anger that he’s inflicting on me now to amplify. I’d rather him fuck me while I lay here, dead, than to lay a hand on me, than to leave a bruise.

I look beyond my husband and find that burnt spot on the ceiling. I stare so long that my vision blurs and I let my mind drift back to that place, that house atop the mountain. I think of the starlight and the man whose arms held me tight. I let that image, that dream comfort me until Tomas is satisfied and I attempt to piece myself back together.

#nessian #nesta #cassian #period au #19th century au #fanfic #fanfiction #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofas #sjm

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dee-morris · 6 months

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An Overdue Rant and a Christmas Fic

I wrote this Hallmark AU last December. It was supposed to be a jokey little one-shot, but man it ate my brain. My average daily word count is 500-1k words a day, and I think I was doing 2k to 5k a day until it was done. I couldn't fuckin stop, and it was glorious.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43616245/chapters/109670092

This is very important to me, because I came to fanfic like a dying traveler comes to an oasis. After the pandemic I became deeply depressed and I developed chronic writer's block. Marketing was an uphill slog, and not being able to go out and socialize at events made it unbearable. When I did go out, the anxiety I felt about COVID made it not fun. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to write again.

Writing fanfiction was a welcome reprieve from all that: no deadlines! No SEO! No depressingly tiny royalty statements! Positive reinforcement with no dollar signs attached! So it was nice, it was fun, but I didn't really get my groove back until I wrote HallMark. That wasn't just fun. That was drive. That was passion. And it was glorious.

After it was done and posted, I couldn't forget about it. I had to know what it was about that story that grabbed me by the brain cells like that. So I went back and read it again, and I read the comments (thank you all kind people you're the best), and I realized that it was about Aziraphale and Crowley, but it was really about my feelings towards how children are raised.

*I'm not going to completely spoil the fic here, but feel free to go read it before we get further bc I'm about to discuss some thematic elements.*

Crowley is raising the Antichrist to be the destroyer of worlds on the surface, but underneath it he cares about the world, and he cares about Adam too. And that is the side of him that Adam responds to, and why he turns out the way he does. And that's what parents don't understand about children. They are only kind of listening to your words. What they respond to, and what nurtures them, is your behavior towards them and towards the world you're raising them in. If you tell your kid that Jesus loves everyone and we should help the poor, but you vote for people who will cut welfare bc you think you'll get a tax break and a new boat, your kid sees you. If you tell your kid that it's a sin to judge others but you glare at a tall woman going into the ladies room bc you think she might be trans, your kid sees you. They might grow up to be an asshole or they might grow up to think that you're one, but either way you lose.

And if you tell your kid that his destiny is to destroy the world and that living things are fit only to be ground under his heels, but you make him sandwiches and worry about him when he's out of your sight and buy him stupid Christmas crap because it makes him happy, your kid might not turn out as evil as you thought.

(don't actually tell your kid he's the Antichrist, btw, this fic is hyperbole for symbolic thematic purposes and not a parenting guide)

Anyway, my point is if you love your kid and treat him right, if you treat other people right, and give him a stable home and maybe a dog if you can afford it, he'll probably turn out pretty much okay. The rest is just flavor.

Parents stress too much about things that don't matter, but it's not our fault. You have to run the gauntlet a couple of times before you can filter out stuff that matters from stuff that doesn't, because the books and guides and parenting classes will just try to scare you about everything. Let me assure you that your baby does not give two shits if you feed with breast or bottle. But your child will remember whether you were happy, and whether you took pleasure in their presence in your life.

So what sucked me in about this fic was the reversal of what I've seen in the real world. My brain conjured a fantasy of someone who's a good parent despite themselves, instead of a bad parent with a church habit and a fat bank account. Of course I had to bring that fantasy into the world. It's how things become real.

#fanfiction writer #fanfiction #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable parents #parenting #children #ao3

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candy8448 · 19 days

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Biology paper 1 done!!

Gcses rambles masterlist

So im doing higher triple science and the first question was written so dramatically XD

"A person's heart stopped.

They stopped breathing.

A first aider started pressing down on the person's chest.

The pressing put pressure on the person's lungs."

Like whoa, its so dramatic to how usually they write sentences with nice and flowing lines and stuff. This immedietly felt like how a fanfic wacks you with stuff. It almost made me laugh XD

Also for the "give an antibiotic question" i almost giggled again as i wrote "paracetamol" like, paracetamol my beloved, all of those headaches and period pains you've quelled, i shall dedicate this 1 mark to you 💖

But i finished when the combined students finished and left, so did most of the other triple students, so we just sat there for 30 mins =_=. I went to the toilet cuz i so very smartly decided to drink an entire cup of juice right before foing in. I also filled my water bottle to take it in with me, then i proceeded to forget to bring it in with me, how wonderful.

Im so confident that i got basically all the marks for Q5, the potato osmisis practical and i wrone so so much for it so i really hope i get full marks for that section.

That paper was amazing, aqa blessed us with this easy exam and i am so happy! ^v^

Anyway i started a conversation with my friends afterwards during break based on this post i saw yesterday. We then started thinking of some cursed ships based on the texts we studied which included:

Scrooge X Macbeth

LadyM X Lady Macduff (the sapphic lesbians <3)

Shakespeare X Dickens X Priestley (in a throuple)

Percy Shelly X The traveller from an antique land (mine, XD)

Scrooge X Bob Cratchit

Bob X Marley (XD)

(Also it's crazy how my shool didn't block Ao3 lol, i love reading fanfiction during school.)

(Also i know my english teacher is litterally the best human on earth, but she litterally noticed one kid sleeping, and then let him sleep and then when he woke up, she just gave him some notes we were taking for him to copy down which is so sweet)

#ao3 at school is hhow i introduced my friend to smut. i hate seeing it cuz its disgusting #but i thought it would be funny to show him exactly what the school was not banning #(we found link having violent sex with a chuchu and im horrified)#gcses #i do a little ramble #gcse #gcses 2024 #gcses biology #gcses english

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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༉‧₊˚. 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 || 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

― pairing: demon!dean winchester x plus size!reader

― summary: a change of scenery turns into you landing in bed with a mysterious man that was more alluring than you expected.

― warnings: body worship, one-night stands, demon!dean winchester is a warning within itself, rough sex, kissing, finger fucking, vaginal fingering, teasing, slight degrading (use of the word whore like once), praise kink, biting, marking, unprotected sex, cream pie, dean is strong af, mentions of alcohol (no one is intoxicated), slight predator/prey kink, dark!dean, surprisingly soft!dom dean.

― wc: 1810

⋆ a/n: i'm working on getting all of my fanfiction transferred onto tumblr from my ao3 account, so these are going to be uploaded in no particular order. so, here's a random demon!dean winchester smut.

masterlist | AO3

A part of you regretted making eye contact with Dean that night. He looked so… enchanting, his dark and shameless lustful gaze watched as you looked away and back down to your drink. You had half the sense to just get up and leave, but the gnawing feeling of neediness that was beginning to creep up on you was keeping you glued to your seat. A part of you wished that maybe he was staring at one of the girls in the group behind you, but you knew better.

It was almost like a game of predator and prey, the clock thickening as both of you waited for the other to make the first move.

His lips wrapped around the rim of his beer bottle, heated gaze still washing over you as he swallowed; you watched his adams apple bob, pulling a gulp from you as well.

He proceeded to throw the rest of his drink back before getting up from his seat, slapping a few dollars onto the bar top before taking off. You were a bit bummed as you began to sip on the fruity drink that you ordered, but much to your surprise, the man slid on the stool besides you, turning his body to face yours with a dark smirk.

"Hi'ya, sweetheart." His voice was deep and gravely, a twinge of arrogance that you found yourself shaking off. “Hi.” You said quietly, shyly looking into his eyes. “What's a cute thing like you doing in a place like this?” He snagged your drink to take a sip. It was such a classic pickup line, but you'd be lying if you said that it wasn't making you weak in the knees. “I— uh— I don't know, I thought maybe a change of scenery would be good for me… you know?”

“How about you?” You asked. “Eh, I was just bored. 'Figured I might grab a drink and see if there were any pretty ladies that were in need of my company tonight, and you appear to be, am I right?” He was confident in his words, almost to the point where the last part was completely rhetorical. “Yeah.” You answered, swallowing the build of spit in your throat.

He grabbed your hand in his. “What do you say we get outt’a here? I got a hotel room not too far from here, or I can drive us to somewhere quiet and we can fuck in the backseat. Your choice.” He finished off the rest of your drink, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

“Your hotel room is fine.” You said, your voice firm. “Alright then, cupcake, we bes’ get a move on.” He then dragged you along with him, your nerves jumping all around inside of your body. When you arrived to his temporary place, he pounced like a starved animal.

His lips claimed yours, swallowing your shocked gasp. Your hands scrambled to grab onto some part of him in order to balance yourself, but it was as if he didn't allow you to do so, his large palm gripping your ass tightly as the other one snaked up your side, careful to pay attention to every dip and curve of your body.

“God,” He groaned. “'Been waiting to get my hands on you since you first walked into the bar.” His lips traveled from your lips to your neck, a hand tangling itself in your hair and yanking it back with a firm tug. You yelped in surprise, but didn't object as his teeth left cruel, dark marks behind. Your legs shook from under you.

“I don't even know your name.” You whimpered, fingers desperately tangling themselves in his now messy blond hair. “Dean.” Was all he said as he began to unzip your dress. The piece of clothing slipped off of your shoulders, and onto the ground. The sight of your matching bra and underwear made Dean suck in a breath. “If I were anyone else, I would say that you were hoping for something like this to happen tonight.” He smirked, his voice thick with amusement, his eyes swimming in lust as he couldn't stop touching.

“If I told you I had a tiny bit of hope, what would you do?” You asked innocently. He licked his lips, shucking off his plain dusty red flannel, followed by his black shirt. “I’d just have to fuck the whore out of you.” Your whole body froze, your confidence ever fleeting as he gripped your body once more. He picked you up, forcing you to wrap your thick legs around his waist. “God, you are unpredictable.” You grumbled, but your body language was saying otherwise.

There was not a doubt in your mind that Dean couldn't hold you, maybe it was because of the vibe that he gave off back at the bar, or maybe it was his everlasting confidence that he knew your body well. You went with the flow of things, allowing Dean to sway your body to the bed, laying you down in the middle of it. Your chest heaved slightly as Dean took off your heels that had been assaulting the back of your ankles, kissing from the side of it up calf.

“God, the things I wanna do to you.” He muttered to himself. He forced your legs open, crawling in between them, and planting both of his hands besides your head. “I wanna know,” You whispered. “What you want to do to me.” He leaned down, his stubble brushing against the side of your face. “Oh yeah? You wanna hear how I wanna hold you down and fuck your pretty little brains out? Eat you out for hours and make you cum on my face over and over again? Until your throat is too raw to scream anymore?” He was grinding his hard bulge onto your almost naked lower half causing your brain to fog.

Holy shit, where'd he learn to talk like that?

“Wow, yes.” Was all you were able to stammer out. “We got all night, don't we?” You said suggestively. “We got as long as you want, sweetheart.” He smashed his lips onto yours once more. His hand slithered down between both of your bodies, fingers sliding up and down your damp slit, groaning in satisfaction at the fact that you were practically dripping.

“All this just because of a little dirty talk.” He chuckled to himself. Your body flushed, and you were grateful for the dim lights inside of the cheap hotel room. He roughly inserted his middle finger into you, your body tensing at the feeling for a moment before relaxing. He was placing intoxicating kisses along the column of your throat as he worked you open, a second finger coming to join his lonesome one.

“’Love the sounds you make sweetheart.” A part of you couldn't believe that you were the cause of this man above you’s almost ravenous behavior. He curled his fingers expertly, reaching that spongy spot inside of you with ease as your hips lifted up, desperate to seek any kind of friction against your clit. Dean was no mind reader, but he knew what you wanted due to the fact that the coil inside of you snapped as soon as his thumb began to rub at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The erotic sounds of your juices, and your breathless moans were the only things to be heard inside of the room. “Jesus, cupcake.” Dean groaned, standing up to strip himself of his jeans, and tight boxers. “I gotta get in you. Now.” You made no attempt to disagree, especially not at the sight of his rock hard cock.

“No protection?” You teased lightheartedly. If you were going to be honest, protection was the last thing on your mind, and it must've been the same for the older man too, because he bent down to kiss you harshly once more before moving up on the bed.

“Come ride me, doll face.” This was the part where you would get all timid, bashfully making some excuse that all of a sudden you had to go, but this time around, you didn't want to; if anything, you were more than eager to ride him. He assisted you on climbing on top of him, taking his cock in your hand, the tip brushing against your opening.

You then settled your hands on his shoulders before sinking down and letting out a loud moan. The stretch hurt quite a bit, but it was nothing that you couldn't handle as he began to force you to move on his dick. The dull ache was soon replaced by overwhelming pleasure.

“You're so… deep.” You whimpered, your head thrown back as you bounced on his lap. Dean had handfuls of your fat in his hands, unable to keep his hands to himself as he gripped every roll, and overlapping skin, so much so that the sheer force of his gripping would for sure leave some dark marks behind.

“’’Feels so good sweetheart.” He murmured while maintaining eye contact, never breaking it as he thrusted deep into you. You had never had sex quite like this— intimate, sensual, deep. He gripped each ass cheek, lifting you up and slamming you down, the curve of his cock brushing against that special spot inside of you. You twitched from above him, scratching desperately at his shoulders. Your head beginning to fog, as though the pleasure was becoming too much for you to bear.

His hand wedged between the both of you, his thumb harshly drawing circles on your clit. He now had you pressed against his chest, his face buried in your neck as his large hand kept leverage on one of your shoulders, his forearm stretched across your back in order to keep you anchored to him. His bellowing groans and deep growls reverberated off of your skin as you both drew closer to your releases.

“You want me to cum inside of you? Would you like that?” You whined into his ear. “Yes, yes!” He let out a satisfied noise as he pressed your hips down, keeping you locked there as he pumped you full of his cum.

You followed fast behind him, your body convulsing as your noises raised in pitch that intoxicated his already rotten mind. He held you close as you both came down from your highs, chests heaving, skin stuck together with sweat as it was glue.

“You said we got all night right?” You whispered into his ear, your lips pulling into a grin as the man below you chuckled. “I suppose I do have to clean up my mess.” Lightly shoving you back, he pulled out with a hiss, but nonetheless lowered his head down to your opened thighs, licking his lips as he watched his seed drip out of you.

#♡ ― nsfmeau !#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x plus size reader #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester smut #demon!dean #demon!dean x reader #demon!dean smut #plus size reader #x plus size reader #x chubby reader #plus size!reader

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tealfling · 7 months

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How I think the group would find out my Tav (Amaranth) follows The Raven Queen:

(I haven't written anything like fanfiction in a long time. Apologies.)

Amaranth, Shadowheart, and probably Gale are lounging around the fire. Shadowheart passes around a bottle of decent enough wine. They're discussing the end of Shar's Gauntlet as Shadowheart prepares to complete her trial. Gale expresses uncertainty in traversing the Shadowfell.

Amaranth hums, "I'm not too worried. Shar isn't the only one that resides in the Shadowfell. My lady, The Raven Queen, also holds domain there." The purple tiefling takes a sip from her cup.

"The Matron of Ravens!? That's unexpected," says Gale taking a swig.

Twirling her goblet on hand, Shadowheart's lips curl, "Quite the surprising patron for the vampire bedder."

Amaranth swallows her drink and muses, "What can I say? I have a firm grasp of the juxtaposition of Life and Death in my palm and my thighs."

Gale chokes on his drink, and from across the camp the thud of Astarion's book hitting the ground can be heard. The women giggle.

#bg3 #astarion bg3 #astarion #bg3 tav #astarion x tav #tav x astarion #astarion x mc #bg3 fanfiction

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periwinklenightmares · 5 days

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Fanfiction idea that I'll never write about but daydream about:

- Hmc College/University AU with a twist

- what if Hmc did happen as the book, like yk nothing changed there, but the whole castle got another curse?? All their memories gone, "teleported" aka reincarnated into the modern world

- Sophie, that madman that she is, somehow before that curse happend saved her memories or bottled them up (no logistics yet, just vibes)

- they all grew up normally but with magic, howl has his castle, calcifer is a fire demon but in a human form, Michael is an adoptive brother of howl and Sophie lives her life normally

- until she randomly meets howl and gets her memories back (here you can add typical ff tropes, like a coffee shop or flower shop)

- boom, she remembers everything but can't talk to anybody about it, like her old curse, so now she has to find a way to get closer to her family while she's heartbroken because the man she deeply loves doesn't remember her (also of course she's pissed that she's part of another curse and got the short end of it all)

- another funky twist; what if Sophie was born a shapeshifter, so she gets a job as...who could've guessed, old cleaning lady at howls shop

- boom, more shenanigans, maybe they're in college, who knows

That's the howlxsophie brainrot for today

#howls moving castle #hmc book #hmc #book howl #howl jenkins pendragon #howl pendragon #book sophie #sophie hatter #howl x sophie

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takeyourcyanide · 2 months

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Cycle

(Soul Eater fanfiction)

Word count: 1 960

Summary: Spirit finds out about Blair giving her own lingerie to Maka as opposed to her favorite book. He decides to straighten things out with Maka. This fic also deals a lot with alcoholism.

Note:

I plan on tackling his relationship with Maka more in depth in future fics. It is fun.

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The sound of a bottle cap being popped quickly off rung throughout Chupa Cabra’s, a shot of excitement running down Spirit’s spine.

“How did it go when you gave it to her? I bet she loved it, you know how my Maka loves her books,” Spirit smiled a large, bright smile - one filled with pure adoration and love for his precious daughter. He stared expectantly into Blair’s oddly guilty eyes, as she nervously chuckled, pouring them both drinks, and twirling her purple locks between her fingers anxiously.

“Uhh… About that,” Blair trailed off, mouth opening and closing repeatedly as she searched endlessly for a way to put her next confession.

“Oh, no, what happened?” The weapon’s smile faded fast, his expression contorting melodramatically into one of pure worry and almost fear.

“Well.. I sort of spent the money you gave me on some lingerie for myself.. and, well…” Blair guiltily began.

“Blair…?” He tilted his head, eyes filling with rage and annoyance.

“I ended up just giving the underwear to Maka, along with your card,” the cat admitted, her hair surely knotted by now.

“She thinks I gave her skimpy lingerie?!” Spirit shouted, his jaw having gone slack, and his eyes widening to an incredible size.

The flirtatiously fluorescent lights of Chupa Cabra’s only served to illuminate the sunk-in expression on Blair’s face. Her shoulders were slumped, and her right hand gently shook as she held her glass of champagne.

“Uh, yeah, kinda,” she rushed out in a hushed voice, her words slurring together as though she had already begun drinking long ago.

“You didn’t even tell her? What the hell?!” He exclaimed, his arms flailing around wildly. The pair most certainly garnered attention from the rest of the clients and employees, curious eyes observing the situation at the table closest to the door.

“Please keep your voice down, sir,” the polite lady working at the checkout desk scolded the man.

“Yes, sorry, ma’am,” he mumbled bashfully, shame rising to the tips of his ears as though he had been lectured by his parents.

A theatrical sigh shook Blair’s ashamed frame, as she said to Spirit, “I’m sorry, Death Scythe…”

Spirit, too, released a sigh in response, grabbing his glass and chugging it as fast as he possibly could.

“God,” he began, rubbing at his already throbbing temples. “I need to straighten this out, don’t it?”

“Probably,” she took a large sip from her own glass.

……

Spirit stumbled slightly as he trudged in the direction of Maka and Soul’s shared dorm, his cheeks burning brightly.

He couldn’t stand the fact that Maka might seriously believe he’d be so perverted as to send his own daughter lingerie. It physically pained him. He already had an extremely rocky - and practically nonexistent, at times - relationship with his daughter, they didn’t need this to make it worse.

Anxiety formed as a tight ball of chaos in his throat, or bile, rather, as he bent over, convulsing in on himself violently as he gagged. The crippling nervousness combined with all of the alcohol only led to an incredibly unsettled stomach.

As he slowly rose from that awkward position, one hand coming to soothe the pounding in his skull, and one arm wrapping around his pained abdomen, he eyed a young mother and her son looking down on him in pure disgust. He didn’t exactly blame them.

He rubbed his mouth, grimacing at the nasty taste. He was sure he had some sort of fever by now.

There was no way he was going to confront Maka in such a state. He’d have to wait until morning.

He made a right turn instead of a left, stomping about on the cobblestone path. He himself owned a cozy little apartment close by the students’ dormitories.

His vision was mildly blurry as he walked, his stomach churning with fervor once he made it to his door, of which his inebriated brain almost caused him to knock on.

He stuck his hand in his pocket, pulling out and fumbling with his jingling keys.

As soon as the door opened, he tripped inside, shutting the door much too loudly for his liking behind himself.

Spirit audibly groaned as the lights in his living space practically burned out his retinas.

He marched his way into his bedroom, shuffling his suit jacket and tie off. He kicked his shoes off, one making it half way across the room, the other landing right by his clothed foot. He threw himself underneath his covers, making sure to lay on his side. Spirit balled his comforter up and cuddled with it, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the bubbling of not only torturous emotions within him, but also of all kinds of physical agony.

All he could truly be sure of in that moment was the fact that he was most definitely going to wake up to a horrendous nightmare of a hangover in the morning.

……

Spirit began to stir as the light of day flooded in and stabbed him in his head. He whined, cursing existence itself, as he shoved his head into the plush warmth of his pillow.

As Spirit lay miserable underneath his twisted and messy blankets, he begrudgingly recalled the events of the previous night. They came to him in short, humiliating, fuzzy bursts. A shade of red barely lighter than his crimson hair tinted his cheeks and ears as he fought the urge to throw a tantrum.

He threw the covers off of himself, very cautiously rising into a sitting position. He held his head gently in his own hand as his brows furrowed. Not only did he curse existence itself, but he also cursed Blair for her utter selfishness.

“Will I ever get on better terms with Maka?” Spirit thought hopelessly and depressingly to himself. He understood why Maka was so angry with him, but he truly wished she could simply see it from his perspective, as well. If a genie appeared before him right in that instance, the only thing he’d wish for - the only thing that would be on his mind in that moment would be forgiveness from Maka… He would wish for a repaired and functional relationship with the person most dear to him.

His eyes began to burn, his face, too, rising in temperature. It felt as though a mist of heat was smothering his cheeks. A fat and pitiful tear rolled fell gracefully downwards, as his lip quivered in a juvenile manner.

He was truly behaving like a child. Blubbering would surely not do him any good in speaking with Maka about the mishap with the gift.

Still, he couldn’t help himself. More and more droplets fell onto his knees, of which were still covered with the dress pants he was adorning the night before.

This was why Maka did not like him. Sure, she viewed him as a vile womanizer, too, but he was also an avid drinker who often couldn’t get a proper handle on his emotions. Yes, that was surely it. He was behaving as though he was still a kid whom didn’t have a kid himself, with all his drinking and sobbing and partying… Perhaps he’d work on that.

He stood, steadying himself using his nightstand as the room spun. He could feel a thumping in his head and fingers, as he moved toward his bathroom.

The scythe’s stomach felt as though it was being wrung out with each step he took. As a matter of fact, Spirit could feel each step reverberate throughout his entire body, similarly to a hard vibration - perhaps even that of loud music playing at a lively concert.

Spirit lifted the lid of the porcelain toilet, shoving his face nearly in the bowl, as he dry-heaved.

He certainly needed to eat, that should ease the nausea, though he certainly didn’t feel like nibbling on anything.

He stood once more, stumbling over his own feet, as he made his way over to the mirror.

He simply couldn’t help but stop and stare at his disheveled appearance. Maka would slam the door on him if he were to show up at her doorstep looking so… revolting.

Spirit retrieved his hairbrush, combing through the knots with a few groans here and there. He yanked his toothbrush from out of its holder, dousing it in water before putting the needed toothpaste on its bristles, and cleaning his alcohol-stained teeth.

He leaned from left and right, dozing off a bit, and evidently still dizzy and lightheaded, as he tried his hardest to make it through the full two minutes.

……

Spirit sat at his round dining table, taking impressively slow and melodic bites of his toast, chewing just the same.

After finishing his food, he changed his clothes, just as slowly as he ate, into more comfortable, casual clothing. Everyday wear that excluded his usual suit and tie. The suit jacket would’ve felt much too clunky in his current state, anyway. The tie would’ve felt more like a noose than apparel.

He cleaned his appearance up further, rehearsing his future conversation with Maka religiously in his hungover head, taking some much needed painkillers before exiting his apartment.

His empty and lonely apartment.

……

“Who could that be?” Maka asked Soul in response to a knocking at their door, placing her book down onto the coffee table in front of her.

Soul shrugged his shoulders, curiously watching Maka as she opened the door.

As soon as Spirit laid eyes on her, his own eyes lit up. Her hair was actually down for once, resting delicately on her clearly tense shoulders. She, too, adorned casual clothing, as it was only a Saturday morning. Her eyes were filled with the same fiery determination they always were. She was truly adorable.

“Hey, Maka,” Spirit spoke nervously, behaving rather neurotically. He fiddled with the inseams of his pockets as he stared at her bothered face.

“What do you want?” She said with the same look of pure repulsion of which that mother and her son had shot at him as he hurled onto the dark street.

“I just wanted you to know that I didn’t give you that lingerie,” he began, removing his hands from his pockets and holding them up in mock defense.

“Well, who else could it have been, then? You put a handwritten card in the bag, you know,” Maka raised an eyebrow, grimacing at her father, of whom reeked of alcohol.

“It was Blair. I gave her the money to go get whatever book was your favorite, and she ended up buying underwear for herself, and just giving it to you,” Spirit explained, focused intently on piecing the story together coherently.

“Oh, dick move, man, blaming it on Blair… And of course, you don’t know what my favorite book is!”

She did not even give Spirit a chance, resorting to slamming the door in his face.

His head banged with the same energy as the creaky, wooden door. But no headache could compare to the pure heartache he experienced in that moment.

He simply stood there for a moment. Questioning why he even tried in the first place. She always was so quick to blame him, he was always her scapegoat. Perhaps it was because he’d never stop trying to win his daughter back, even if he was met with the cacophonous noise of the slamming of a door.

Whatever the reason had been, Spirit found himself pathetically trudging right back to the same bar Maka often scolded him about frequenting; Chupa Cabra’s.

This was Spirit’s own personal Hell. He was ultimately doomed to repeat the same cycle over and over again, never to obtain what he truly desired. He’d only ever see glimpses of what could’ve been and what could be.

#soul eater #spirit soul eater #spirit #spirit Albarn #alcoholism #maka #maka albarn #maka and soul #excessive drinking #drinking #hangover

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misterbrick42 · 1 year

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A Day in The Life of the Guy Who Smuggles in Items into Hitman Locations

I decided to be the change I wanted to see in the world and I wrote some non-romance based hitman fanfiction about working as the guy who smuggles in items into hitman locations.

Hi, my name is Brad, and I work at the ICA. I’m not one of the assassins, or anything, but I do spend a lot of the time in the field. See, I’m the guy who helps smuggle items in. It’s a pretty straight forward job. I’m provided with the item, sometimes I’m given multiple in case it breaks, and I have to hide it in a specific spot. Sometimes I have to drop a briefcase instead of just the poison or what have you, and let me tell you, do you have any idea how difficult it is to lug a briefcase around? Especially when it has something like a sniper rifle in it, or like one time, I had to deliver a PROXIMITY. BOMB. To the top of, like, some church tower! What was that guy even planning to do? I…

Right, rule number one in my field: Try not to ask too many questions.

The assassins are the smart ones. If I were better at my job, I would have a better job, That’s an undeniable truth. I’m not the best at planning, I can barely keep my hands steady even looking at a gun, and overall? I’m just some guy.

But that’s perfect for this line of work. Can I blend into every place I go? No, of course not. I’m not as inconspicuous as… Him… but let me tell you, it’s a good day when I see someone who looks a lot like me. Cause- the funny thing is, I don’t even have to knock the guy out if I can find his clothes somewhere else.

That’s the second rule in my field: Don’t change anything. Don’t knock anyone out, don’t take anything home with you, heck, I got talked to for moving somebody’s water bottle a foot away. Our assassins are… unpredictable. They’re creative, they innovate. The very existence of the rubber duck explosives should make that clear.

Where was I? Right, so what I do is when I find somebody who I think I can pass off as being, I’ll shadow them for a while, try to learn their mannerisms, maybe hear their voice a few times. Then when I’m ready, I’ll change my clothes somewhere private. You know, I always wondered why none of the top assassins bother to pick up the bagged clothes. Heck, even He never does that. Can’t be that hard to carry. So after that, as long as me and the other guy are never too close to the same area as each other, I’m usually able to blend in pretty well. It’s not really a written rule, but it’s pretty heavily implied to keep interactions with anybody else to a minimum. But it’s not outright banned. Heck, one time I managed to get SOMEBODY ELSE to do my mission FOR ME. It was labeled the most efficient and clean mission of the month in my department, and then immediately added to the list of “Discouraged Strategies.”

There are really only two rules in my field. Well, two main rules, anyway. There are always stipulations, but they’re conditional. But other than that, it’s just like any other field job. I’m not the best in the agency, but I’m certainly no pushover or anything. What, do you think you could hide a tranquilizer gun in the back of a parade float without being seen, hours before the start of New Orlean’s biggest Mardi Gras parade?

Okay to be fair, it wasn’t very crowded BEFORE the parade started. But do you wanna hear about one of my more interesting missions? I was sent to Miami to place a briefcase with… something inside it (all info is on a need to know basis in the ICA and I did not need to know what was in there) in the gym of the Kronstadt building. I wasn’t provided a map or anything, so I just did what any person not born in a glass cylinder would do, and asked the lady at the front desk for directions.

“Excuse me,” I started. “Where is the gym?” She looked at me like I was crazy. I wasn’t. Just a criminal. Completely different. “I’m sorry?” She responded after a few seconds. “The gym,” I repeated. “I was told there was a gym here.” “Sorry, there’s no gym here.” She told me. “If you want to see some of Kronsdadt’s revolutionary tech, however, please continue to the hallway on my left.” “No, there’s gotta be a gym here.” I probably should’ve just backed away and asked for additional info. I didn’t. “There’s a gym somewhere, right?” The other guy behind the desk perked up. “Oh, I think I heard some of the guards mention a small gym on the top floor. Sorry, but it’s only for employees. Also, the aquarium is currently closed.” This was a huge problem. I love the aquarium. Also, once again, I was going to have to go somewhere that was employee only.

“Right. Okay. That’s okay. I’m going to. Go.” I walked away, and very clearly did not continue towards the door. As I walked to their right I could hear the guy call out saying “There’s a really nice gym a few blocks down! The quickest path is closed for the race but if you go around it’s nice and you can even go for a day without a membership! You should go!” I noticed a sign that said “Coat Check.” That was perfect. “Not that you’re out of shape or anything!” The guy at the front desk corrected himself. To my relief, nobody was behind the counter. I quickly vaulted over, briefcase in hand, and started looking for any outfit I could change into. I found a uniform similar to the one the guy at the front desk was wearing. This should get me to that gym.

I walk up to the second floor, and start looking for maps. I found one, but there wasn’t a gym on it. I decided my only option was to, again, ask someone for directions again. I was just praying nobody found me, my general demeanor, the large briefcase I was lugging around, or anything else about me suspicious. I walk up to the nearest guard. “Hey uhhh…” “It’s Ewart. Like the guy at the front desk. No relation.” He cut me off, expecting that I was trying to guess his name. “Right, so, Ewart, where’s the gym again?” That’s how I responded, but the way he looked at me, you would’ve assumed I just told him “Hey there’s a proximity CX demolition block in this briefcase. That’s a fancy way of saying "large bomb.” he brushed the dumbfounded look off and, rudely, said “What are you talking about the gym for? It’s on the top floor, and engineers aren’t allowed up there. Everyone knows this!” I have definitely drawn massive suspicion to myself. There’s one thing that avoids this sounding suspicious, and the overuse of it makes it suspicious all over again.

“Oh, sorry, I’m uh, new here.” the classic cure-all for not knowing things a real person should and does know. Thankfully, this seemed to ease the guy’s suspicion. Unfortunately, he shouted at me to get back to work and I walked away looking pretty awkward. But that’s better than looking suspicious!

Regardless of how poorly that interaction went, one thing was clear: I needed to find another outfit. “Command, might be stuck. Please advise.” I started combing the second floor while I waited for a response.. Not allowed in the showroom. Nothing in the android lab, or the office behind it. None of the conference rooms or bathrooms had anything. I stepped through a door I unlocked with a “borrowed” keycard. (Rule 2.5: Undo any changes you make.) I was met with an elevator shaft and a door to the overpass overlooking the race track. I looked up, and saw a satellite dish. And a pipe leading to… an open window?

Let me get off track here to make one thing clear.

I’m not Him. Everybody wants to be Him. Everybody wants to be that perfect assassin who’s so good at his job, it’s been debated whether or not he’s real. Everybody wants to be that unfeeling, killing machine whose only weakness is a single woman who works as his handler, and is completely unaware of what some of my co-workers have drawn of- Sorry, where was I? Right. I’m not Him

And I’m definitely not as agile as him. I wasn’t about to climb out a window to complete a mission, was I? I took a moment to consider my odds here. Either I perform poorly on this mission and have to take somebody out (A large briefcase makes that pretty easy, at least) Or I climb out this window and potentially fall to my death, and then get run over.

I am. I waited for the coast to clear, I set the briefcase underneath the couch so nobody would see it, and I stepped out of the window. There was barely enough room for me to walk on, and there was a pipe that would let me climb up. I rolled up my sleeves so that I could stick better and I started climbing. I could hear the wind blowing, the sound of race cars zooming past me, and my heart rate doubling. I summited onto the top floor a changed man. And it was clear in my mind: I might not even be out of here yet. I examined my surroundings. A security room through the window, a storage room, a hallway where I would certainly be seen…

“Brad, the package has been intercepted! Somebody’s taken it!”

My earpiece took me out of my focus. The briefcase must not have been hidden well enough. A guard is likely taking it somewhere like the security room…

Wait, THAT’S WHERE I AM! I watch out the window as some guy sets it down right next to me. I hear them talk through the muffled glass. “Where do you even get a briefcase like this? I oughta get one like that.” I “calmly” and discreetly swipe the briefcase and look for somewhere new to hide. Across the hall is a bathroom I dash into. Time to plan my next move. Okay, nothing here but a bottle of eyedrops and-

“Command, target sighted!” The gym was right outside the window! All I had to do was drop the briefcase where it wouldn’t be seen and take a picture for the agent. I looked around for where I could hide it. The bench might be risky, behind that shelf is- okay, there’s already a battle axe there. I kept crouching, because the place was covered in windows. Crouching is hard, you know? Try crouching right now for a bit. It’s kinda hard. Hurts the knees. Just as I decide I’ll leave it under the bench and just pray, I hear the noise of dread.

“Hey! What are you doing up here, sneaking around like that?”

I rise up, shooting my hands in the air, but not dropping the briefcase. “Wait, isn’t that the briefcase Homer just dropped in?” The guard got closer, waiting to see what was in my case before deciding if my life ends here. “Y- no,” I stumble. I wasn’t trained for combat. That’s why I took this role. “What’s in the case?” The guard took it from me. He started to open it. If there was something in here that was in any way suspicious, I was doomed. The locks snapped open. I braced for the worst. CX demo blocks. A sniper rifle. 20 pounds of hard drugs. Heck, one time there was a sword in there, which is crazy because a sword shouldn’t even be able to-

“Why is there a fish in your briefcase?” My heart rate plummeted, and then went right back up, but for different reasons.. A fish? I risked my life for a fish??? Why couldn’t I have just been an informant instead? And then I remembered rule one, stopped thinking, and adapted. “I’m sorry, I wanted to save it to cook for later… the inside of that case is insulated.” That part was actually true, but I still looked like a huge moron. Who carries around fish they want to cook later, who places their briefcase underneath a bench in an area they're literally not allowed in, and who has an insulated briefcase?? The guard, probably thinking I deserved to be fired and then sent to an asylum, decided to take pity. “Okay, leave the case, come with me, we’re going back downstairs.” I lowered my arms, kicked the case back under the bench, snapped a discreet photo and happily followed Mr. Williams, I think he said his name was, back downstairs. I could hear the horns as the Global Innovation Race ends, as I calmly and discreetly walk out the front door, knowing this was another successful mission, done okay-ish-ly.

I still think about that mission constantly. Mainly the fish part.

Do I regret being a smuggler sometimes? Perhaps. Do I wish I was one of the assassins instead? Definitely not. But it feels good knowing I can help them perform the jobs the world needs for… whatever. Oh, hey, I asked somebody if I could know who wanted me to do the job I was just talking about, and I just got an email back! Let’s see… wait, f-

IT WAS FORTY SEVEN WHO WANTED TO HAVE A FISH SMUGGLED IN!?

#hitman fanfiction #hitman fanfic #hitman fandom #agent 47 #hitman #hitman 2 #hitman 3 #hitman world of assassination

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devilishlyhandsome123 · 2 years

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Beach Day Beginnings

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw fanfiction

18+, smut warning ⚠️ NSFW

It's my first time, be nice

Bradshaw x Reader

Daddy kink, bratty, smut, aggressive, unprotected sex, aftercare

Idk how to tag these...enjoy

You are sunbathing on the beach outside of Penny's bar. "Great Balls of Fire" can be heard from inside. Someone had unplugged the jukebox and started playing on the piano.

As the song comes to a close, you sit up and try to undo your bikini top. It's knotted pretty good and you quickly become frustrated. You think about asking someone to help you when a shadow falls over you. Turning to see who it is, you see a man in cut of Jean shorts with his Hawaiian shirt undone exposing a tan, slick with sweat, and showing a 6 pack of abs. Raising your eyes higher, because your mouth suddenly starts salivating at the thought of your tongue gliding over his abs, you see the most gorgeous man. He has to be at least 6 foot, if not taller. He has aviators covering his eyes and a scar running the left side of his cheek.

"Hey, need help?" He says and gives you a lop sided smirk.

"What makes you think I need your help?" You say in a bratty tone.

He cocks his eyebrow and purses his lips. "Just trying to be nice. You know, like your friendly neighborhood beach hero." He flexes a bit on that last part and you can't help but giggle.

"Alright, I'd love your help. Would you be willing to put a little sun tan oil on my back? You know, like the friendly neighborhood beach hero you are? Can't let ladies out here who can't reach, burn in the sun. We need our tans even and with no lines." You say and watch as he gulps at that last line. You were hoping to get him to think about you naked and laying in the sun.

"Absolutely! Here, let me untie you and then I will gladly be your beach hero." He gets a bold look on his face and suddenly you can't read him. Makes little butterflies in your belly.

You turn around and let him untie you. Holding on to your bikini top in the front, you lay down and then hand him the oil bottle that's been warming in the sun. It takes all of 2 seconds before his strong hands are massaging oil on your back. You let out a soft moan. He stills just for a second and then continues.

"Was that you I heard in there singing? Kind of sounded like you." You ask.

"Yea, it's tradition. My dad and my godfather used to set me up on top of the piano and play it whenever they came home. They were fighter pilots. Since my dad passed, I come here every so often and play it." He goes quiet. Someone calls out from down the beach "Rooster, you coming or what?" He holds up a finger and nods. "Well, miss, that's me. I think I saved you, but if you have any problems, just call me. I'll be over there. This beach hero has a game to play." He winks.

"Thank you for saving me. I will definitely call you if I need anything." And with that, he's off running down the beach to his friends. You watch him take his shirt off and gasp at the rolling muscles on his back. Imagining raking your nails down it, you have to shake your head to clear your thoughts. You close your eyes and try to enjoy the sun on your back. You hear the game going on. Men, and one woman, running back n forth. Hollering as they give each other playful banter. Peaking every so often to see him throw the ball or get tackled into the sand. You soon drift off to sleep.

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You wake to a shirt being thrown over you. You must have rolled on the beach chair while you were sleeping because you were on your back and your breasts had been exposed. Startled you open your eyes to your beach hero crouched down next to you. A playful smile on his lips.

"Didn't think you'd want anyone seeing your exsquisit beauty. And i gotta say, I might get jealous if anyone else sees. If this is gunna be a regular thing for me, saving you, I might have to start charging you." He smirks and pulls his aviators down. He has the most beautiful Dark Brown eyes you've ever seen, but the sun is hitting them just right and they almost look like a dark amber. Sweat is clinging to his skin and you can't help but imagine him naked over top of you.

Blinking, you reply, "And how could I ever repay you?"

He set up the trap and you fell right into it. "I'm hungry. Come to dinner with me and we will be even. For now." He pushes his aviators back up.

You look down and notice that the shirt he threw at you is the Hawaiian shirt he was wearing earlier, you were practically swimming under it. You didn't realize how big he was. Compared to your 5'3" frame, he was a giant. You grab the shirt and stand up.

"Mind tieing me up?" You smirk at him. If he wants to play, you will play. You are the queen and your mind lives in the gutter. This was gunna be fun.

He raises his eyebrows, you know the gears in his head are rolling. He nods his head and tells you to turn around. You slip the top over your head and adjust the bikini to cover you before handing him the strings. His masterful hands making sure the top is double knotted. You pull on your shorts and a black t-shirt before handing his shirt back to him. He puts it on but leaves it unbuttoned.

"Be right back. I'm gunna say bye to my friends quick." He jogs over to his friends and says something to them. They all look over at you and they pat him on the back. He looks over his shoulder at you and your cheeks flush. Suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable.

He runs back to you, "Ready?"

You nod your head while staring at him. You couldn't be anymore obvious. When he turns around, you bite your lip to try and control the racing thoughts before following him. He leads you to a beautiful vintage convertible. You lay your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself while dramatically grasping at your chest in awe.

"She's beautiful! She's yours?" You ask.

He nods his head and leads you around to the passenger side. You get in and put your hair in a ponytail. He watches as he rounds to the drivers side. The look in his eyes like he was stalking prey as you put your hair up.

"God, you're gorgeous." He says as he gets in. You smile and look at your knees. He puts his finger under your chin and makes you look at him. "Suddenly, I'm not so hungry for food. Wanna come over for a drink?"

You giggle. "That was your plan all along Mr. Beach hero, wasn't it? Help a poor girl and then take her back to your place? Let me guess, you have a bathtub full of ice just for me?" You cock an eyebrow at him and he laughs.

"You're an odd one, huh? I've got ice back at my place with your name on it, but not in the bathtub." He starts the car and he pulls out into traffic.

You can't believe he called you on your bratty comment. You think you could really like this one. You watch him as he drives, the muscles tensing in his arms when he turns corners. You watch as the sweat rolls down his chest. Your eyes move down, and he catches you looking.

"See something you like baby girl?" Yup! You're done for. He pulled out the baby girl and you become instantly wet and electricity courses through your stomach and your sex. Pressing your knees together, hoping he doesn't notice, you say, "I don't know what you're talking about." You look forward and you know he noticed you press your knees together. He smiles and shortly after he pulls into his driveway.

He has a cute little place right off the beach. Rounding the car, he opens your door for you and offers you a hand. You take it and let him lead you into the house, holding your hand the whole time. You were getting a slight possessive feeling from him and it only made you wetter.

Inside, the house was simple. Couch, TV, family pictures on the wall, kitchen table in the dining room, and a few plants.

"What do you drink?" He asked, letting go of your hand and walking to the bar he had in the corner.

"I'll have a beer." You say and saunter over to the pictures on his wall. You notice a little boy on a piano with 2 men singing. One man with the same mustache that he has now. Must be his dad. Going down a few, you notice a picture of him in full naval gear standing next to a jet with one of the men from the picture with the piano. He mentioned his dad passed, so this must be the godfather.

"Are you a fighter pilot?" You ask. He walks up behind you and hands you your beer.

"Yea, I was apart of the Top Gun program. After my last mission with my godfather, they asked me to teach. Apparently, I'm that good." He smiles and you melt a little.

You follow him over to his couch, but you don't sit down. You take a drink of your beer and you look at him. Your eyes raking over him.

He sits back and makes himself comfortable, exposing his chest and stomach. You can't help but lick your lips as your eyes travel back up to his eyes. He sits forward, "Keep looking at me like that and I'm going to fuck you 6 ways to sunday."

You take a drink, your eyes never leaving his. "What if I don't want you to touch me?"

At that, he sits his drink down, stands up, and takes yours from you and sets it on the coffee table. His hand shoots into your hair, he pulls your head up to look at him and the puts his other hand down your shorts. He feels how wet you are and runs a finger through your slit and across your throbbing clit. You gasp, furrowing your brows and a fire ignites in your eyes. You bite your lip and his he slips a finger in and it takes everything in you not to let your knees buckle. Your hands go straight to his chest to steady yourself.

"I'd call you a liar." He says before his mouth is crashing into yours. He pushes his finger in you further. You're almost scared to see how big his cock was with how much he filled you with just one finger. He pulls his hand from your shorts and you feel abandoned as he pulls away from you completely. You whimper and he stares at you.

Sticking his finger in his mouth, he sucks off your juices. You feel the sass returning to you as his eyes take you in, panting and wanting him. "You just gunna stare, or are you gunna do something about the mess you made in my shorts?" You glare at him and he closes the space between you two again. Grabbing your jaw to make you look into his eyes, he says, "You got a dirty mouth on you huh? If you want anything from me, you will address me as Daddy or Sir. If you don't, you will be punished. Understand?"

Your brat instantly kicks in. "What if I like being punished?"

"Say yes." He says. You look at him confused. "Say yes or you can leave."

It takes a few seconds. But you realize he's asking for permission. Odd timing considering he's already stuck a finger in you. But you tell him yes and instantly he's tearing your clothes off. Then he puts you over his lap and slaps your ass hard. You wince, but you like it. He notices and slaps you on your other cheek. You let out a moan and he massages your ass before he slaps you again. You mewl at him.

"Please daddy? I need you." You say. You body craving him to ravish you.

"Please daddy, what?" He says, stopping his assault on your rear and rubbing again.

"Please, daddy? I need you inside me." You say.

He chuckles and picks you back up. "First, I want to know what that mouth does other than back talk and beg." He pushes you down to your knees. You're eye level with his cock now. You reach out and pause, knowing that he wants you to ask him if you can. "May I?" He nods and you release his erection from his shorts. You gasp because you were right. He's huge. You grab him and lick the precum of his tip before trying to take him in your mouth.

"Look at me. I want to see your eyes while you suck my dick."

You look up at him and he thrusts into your mouth a few times, making you gag and brining tears to your eyes. You hungrily suck and moan around him. His hands shooting into your hair. He pushes you down on him and doesn't let you back up until you gag again. Then he pulls you off of him and has you kneel on the couch facing away from him.

He walks away from you for a minute and you hear clinking in a cup. Oh lord! He's getting ice. You get chills all over your body and when he returns he notices your goosebumps. It makes him chuckle. He sets down the glass and sticks a piece of ice between his lips. He bends over you, trailing the ice from your neck and down your back slowly. You can feel it melt on your hot skin. Water trailing down your back and sides. He pulls away again, grabbing another piece of ice. This time his mouth goes to your pussy. You gasp and moan under his skillful tongue. It's cold and hot all at the same time. You become confused in your pleasure and wiggle against him. He puts his hands on your hips to steady you so you can't move. You groan in frustration. He pulls away from you again and slaps your ass before he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You squeak with surprise. As he carries you through the house and up the stairs, he fingers you and playfully nips at your asscheek.

When he gets to his room, he pushed open the door with his foot, removes his finger from you (thankfully, you were going cross eyed from the pleasure he was sending through you), and throws you on his bed. He stares at your naked body for just a moment before he starts to run his hands up your body, trailing kisses the whole way. By the time he gets to your breast, he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks. You throw your head back and moan loudly, your hands going into his hair.

"Please daddy, please?! I can't take it anymore. I need your cock inside me before I explode!"

His eyes grow dark and hooded. He finishes his crawl up your body and invades your mouth with his tongue. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull your hips up, begging with your body for him to enter you. "Please?" You whimper into his mouth.

He pressed his cock to your entrance and slowly fills you until he is fully hilted in you and you feel like he's going to break you. You bite his lip softly and mewl as he stays still to allow you to accommodate his size. A tear escapes your eye and you try to move under him, but he stills you by putting a hand on your hips and pressing you into the bed.

"Stay still. It's my turn. You will be screaming soon enough baby girl. We want that scream to be from pleasure, not from pain. Just give your body a minute." With that, he was back to assaulting your mouth. His skillful tongue massaging yours. He pulles out slowly and pushes back in slowly, testing to see how your body would react to him. You gasp and go wide eyed. Every beautiful inch of him, you could feel inside of you. You pull him all the way into you by pulling him with your legs. Your arms wrap around his neck and you're kissing him with a hunger you've never felt before. He strokes in and out of you slowly at first, but when your body allows him, he picks up speed and starts slamming into you. If feels like he might break you. Your body starts to shake and he flips you over.

He re-enters you and pushes your head down. You grab onto the edge of the bed. He pounds into you and reaches around to rub your clit. The pressure builds and you don't know how much longer you can hold on. Tears roll down your face as your body shakes.

"Cum for me baby girl." He says and you let go. A scream tearing from your throat. He follows you after a few more pumps and collapses on you, still inside you.

"Good girl." He praises and rolls over, pulling out, and making your body shake again from feeling him stroke your walls upon exiting. He gets up and you hear water running. While waiting, you feel both of your juices run out of you. All you could think was, 'fuck'. Both of you had been so swept up that you forgot a condom. Thankfully you were on the pill, but that doesn't always work. After a minute, you calm down. You'll just go to the pharmacy and get an after morning pill.

You reach your hand down and rub your fingers in your juices and then bring your hand to your mouth, licking them clean. You moan at how good you taste together. He comes out and catches you.

"That is so hot! If I wasn't worried about truly hurting you, I'd fuck you again right now." He walks over, a wash cloth in his hand. "Let me help."

Once you are cleaned up, he climbs back in the bed. Your eyes are starting to droop. He really wore you out. You notice that his aviators are still on his face and you giggle. Curling into him, you realize you never caught his name. You look up.

"My name is Y/N. I don't think I caught yours." You say.

"Rooster." He says before he kisses your forehead and watches you fall asleep.

#miles teller #rooster smut #long reads #just my thoughts

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camilaxmartin · 2 months

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cuz I’m curious and these are questions I like asking to get to know people better :3 so here ya go ^^

1. What got you into doing some of your favorite hobbies? Did you just think you were good and start doing it? Or was it something you were told you should try?

2. What are some of your favorite things?(food, colors, characters, smells, etc.)

3. what’s your favorite video game? Or are they not your thing? do you recommend people playing it?

4. Have you ever listened to a vocaloid song?(Project Sekai/Hatsune Miku colorful stage)

5. Thoughts on Renee Rapp and Bebe Wood? Or just the new Mean Girls in general(this is VITAL)

6. Do you like musicals at all? If so, which is one of your favorites? And please share the soundtrack

7. Who was your first childhood crush?

8. If you’re queer, who was your gay awakening?(ik you are but like😭)

UH YEAH- HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY QUESTIONS :D

omg omg omg omg

1. if we’re talking about writing then i guess when i was little i wanted to write down all of the dialogue of some of mlp episodes but my mom said no😭😭 and i did throw a whole tantrum then and she was like “child get over yourself” and i was all putty and decided screw you people, i’ll do it myself >:[ (spoiler ahead: i didn’t) and then after some years i guess i watched some series and me and my friend made up a world there and i wanted to write down some scenes with me so i literally wrote my own fanfiction then?? (i literally don’t remember what was happening to writing in my life between the ages like 8-13💀)(i mean i remember i was writing a silly story once and planning a book but like??? when exactly??)

and as for writing i literally came out of the womb with a marker in my hand so i was doing it for as long as i remember and i always loved mlp so it started there and well… here we are

2. oh my, my favourites? my favourite colors are defo: red, bottle green and purple but like… a deep one, and a hot pink lately. my fav food is just pasta. i don’t care how or with what, PASTA!! my favourite flower is an orichid:) my favourite characters oh my: fizzarolli (defo), violet from ahs, monica from friends, twilight from mlp, narcissa from harry potter, lady lesso from sfgae, catwoman/poison ivy/harley from dc (still can’t decide on one) and batman, peggy from marvel, aubrey from pitch perfect, celia from tshoev, and darcy from written in the starts:) (there’s a lot more but these are the few from the top of my head)

3. I LOVE VIDEO GAMES THEY WERE MY SPECIAL INTEREST AS A CHILD!! right now my favourite must be the batman i’m currently playing (i have no idea what is that game called) and probably minecraft and little big planet

4. i have not! or i don’t think i have at least, must check it out:)

5. RENEE RAPP>>>> i must still watch the new means girls so bear with me, but i want to watch it in cinema and it just came out in my country so i need to get my friends to go with me

6. I FUCKING LOVE MUSICALS I LIVE FOR THEM!!! my two favourites are mamma mia and pitch perfect (and a special place for sweeney todd) JUST UGH ABBA AND A MOVIE??? CMON!!! AND PITCH PERFECT HAS THIS OERFECT PERFOMANCES LIKE UGHHHH

7. rose from titanic. i said what i said. it was the first movie with people i’ve ever watched and the first lady my brain went “i want to be like her she’s so pretty:)” (you didn’t want to be like her camila, you wanted to be WITH her)

8. oh god good question. i think the person i accepted myself with my sexuality was cheryl from riverdale (when i thought i was bi and then omni and all of those different things) and then robin from stranger things, they both have a special place in my heart. but like just a gay awakening i must also it was also rose? it’s just the kate winslet effect

I LOVED THEM!!!>:]

#camilarambles #ask camila!#camilaanswersasks

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