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9toji · 9 months

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Can u do make up seggx please (and with a wholesome aftercare with a lot of apologizing) 😭😭😭 with either toji nanami megumi getooo !!! <33 ty

I really love ur works btw 💗

A UNIQUE FORM OF SORRIES + toji, geto

tags ; nsfw, mean doms turned soft, they're so sorry for mistreating you, toji's position is mating press, while geto's is missionary, cockwarming (toji), mentions of wanting a child (toji), tons of sweet words thrown and aftercare is sweet, not fuck but making love, sweet kinda segsy time

rina's comments ; OFC ANON <3 thamks so much for the kind words!! i hope u likey likey this!! ill make a part 2 for nanamin and megumin

toji

he was such a big meanie earlier that day, avoiding you because he was in a pensive mood. almost screamed at you but after seein' you almost cry, he goes soft and he says sorry.. by fucking you

“let me make you feel better, sweet thing.” he groans, his huge figure was hovering over you. cock buried deep, stretching you out with ease as he bottomed out. toji's tongue was lapping up your neck, “ 'm sorry, feels good.. huh?” he chuckles after hearing you whine out, one of his hands was placed under your head so that two of you stared at each other while he pounded into you.

toji rarely treated you with this much softness n care so you buried your head in the crook of his neck, blushing. he notices this and makes you look at him, gentle fingers squeezing your cheeks so you two can maintain eye contact, “wanna see your face when i make ya feel good baby, forgive me, hm?” he coos, smiling at the way you purse your lips, “you know ya love me.”

his thrusts aren't what you're used to, they're slow and sensual, making sure to hit those sweet spots just right that it makes you go dumb and dizzy for him, he cradles you in his arms with care till both of you reach your high, toji doesn't pull out though. he has his dick lay inside you, softening as the base gets coated with your cum.

you giggle into his warm and bear-like embrace, watching him kiss your body all over. from your cheeks to your shoulders, to your wrists and palms. “love all of this, you're the only one f'me.. gonna have my babies soon, don't get so mad baby. still need to marry you and make you have my babies, okay?”

geto

you two had a major disagreement that lasted weeks, geto avoided you like the plague and gave you the silent treatment. but not until he saw you sobbing, his heart aching for you so he places a warm kiss, that ends up in something more

“missed you baby, there you are.” he breathes, kissing your nose as he thrusts into you. geto's hands were on either side of you, and your legs were dangling off his forearms. geto groans every time you pull on his locks, and he fakes a sad expression when you mumble, “hate you suguru.” “but i love you more.”

your eyes droop and he taps your cheeks, “watch me make love to you baby, see how much i missed lovin' you. so so sorry, what else can i do for my baby, hm?” he asks softly, brushing off the sweaty strands of hair that covered your face. geto definitely felt bad, n you could tell by the way he talks to you.

normally, he would hiss and spit of how much of a whore you were; prompting you to bend over. but now, he was staring into your eyes, nodding everytime you showed signs of pleasure, “like it baby? mm, yeah.”suguru grins, watching you twitch after you reach your high, pulling out and asking politely if you could sit on his lap, rubbing warm circles on your back as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, “i love you, so much. nothin's gonna pull us apart.” suguru swears, kissing your forehead.

he keeps whispering into your ear, making you feel a little sleepy. his eyes soften at the sight and he kisses you once more before he hugs you tight, “love you baby.” he mumbles, falling asleep alongside you.

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moonlitnyx · 6 months

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

Starring | Wriothesley, Lyney, Neuvillette, Childe x GN reader

Synopsis | They're favorite places to kiss you

Format | Short drabbles/fics on each character

CW | Fluff, kissing, Neuvillette is a sopping wet cat or dragon (?) separate warning for WRIOTHESLEY and uh...Childe too because he's a GINGER (no hate to my ginger pookies)

AN | I hate wriothesley I hate wriothesley I hate him NO STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT I HATE HIM

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

Wriothesley's lips press firmly on the back of your wrist, his eyes closed. It's been a tradition ever since the start of your relationship for him to kiss your wrist before he starts his duties every morning in the Fortress of Meropide, and as he slowly lets go of your hand, opening his eyes, he puts on his trademark smirk.

"I'll see you in the evening," He smiles, chuckling softly as he adds, "just before teatime."

You roll your eyes. "The day you stop liking tea is the day when pigs fly," You remark sarcastically, earning a shrug from Wriothesley, and in return, an exasperated smile from you.

𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐘

Lyney's lips graze your cheek, ever so slightly, and you can't help but feel your face heating up as he steps back, a smile plastered on his face.

"It was so sweet of you to help me." His eyes crinkle up, and Lynette snorts, earning her a quick glare from Lyney before he returned his attention back to you. His hand's meet yours, and Lynette leaves with what seemed to be a roll of her eyes, but a tiny, fond smile gracing her usual stoic face.

"Truth be told, I'm a bit scared tonight knowing you'll be watching." He squeezes your hand, and you laugh.

"You're gonna do great!"

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄

The Chief Justice Neuvillette's soft lips plants a gentle kiss on your temple, his gloved hands playing with your hair.

"Please be safe, my dear." His voice is gentle, filled with love, and his gray-blue eyes look down at you with worry. Even though his concerns were sweet, you couldn't help but laugh in amusement.

"Neuvillette, I'm only going to go shopping. It's not like I'm going to the battlefield, or something." You reassured, and Neuvillette sighs.

"A lot of things could happen while your out," He whispers, and at the same moment rain stated falling, a light shower dampening your clothes.

"Okay, okay. Why don't you come with me?" You ask, and Neuvillette's eyes widen.

"I don't see how I could, after all I am the Iudex of Fontaine-"

"Oh shush," You grab onto his arm, practically dragging the man. "it'll do you some good to go out and talk to other people-besides the melusines."

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

Childe kisses the corner of your lip, biting the soft skin with sharp teeth and you yelp.

"What was that for?" You pout, rubbing the spot that he bit into, and Childe nuzzles the side of your neck, looking up at you with dim blue eyes.

"You just looked so cute. I couldn't contain myself!" He smiles, the corner of his lips curling up, and you roll your eyes, even though you could feel the tips of your ears burning up.

"W-well if you do that again, I'll bite you!" You exclaim, and Childe's eyes widen, before a devious look flashes in his eyes.

"Oh, really!" His eyes trained onto yours, and you nodded firmly.

"So don't try that aga-OW!" You yelp as Childe sinks his teeth into your neck.

©moonlitnyx. do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

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matchingbatbites · 1 year

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Inspired by this post by @callmeloverr This wasn't what I planned on doing tonight but oh well

When Steve pulled up to Family Video for his 8am shift, he had expected a few things. The dark, closed store, maybe some trash on the sidewalk he'd have to pick up or be bitched at about, you know, normal things to expect for the opening shift.

He hadn't been expecting to see Eddie Munson sitting up against the side of the building with one hand shoved into the overnight return slot. The guy looks half asleep, although he jerks fully awake when Steve closes his car door a little louder than normal.

"You know," Steve starts, smiling as he approaches the other man, "most people drop off their movies without sticking their entire hand into the slot. Just for future reference."

Eddie flushes and scrubs his free hand over his face, and Steve just barely hears something about hands and tight spaces before the man says "Look, this is so fucking embarrassing, but I've been stuck here since last night and I really want to go home and sleep. Are you gonna help me or what, Harrington?"

Steve hums and crosses his arms. "Normally when you want something from someone, it helps to be nice to them, Munson. Why don't you try a 'please' and we'll see how I feel after that?"

He watches as Eddie rolls his eyes heavily before looking up at Steve from under his lashes. Steve's heart skips a beat under the full force of big, brown, puppy dog eyes - an established weakness that Dustin loves to exploit - and it only gets worse when Eddie says "Please, Steve? I've been stuck out here for so long, can't you please help me out?"

Fuck, now Steve is the one blushing.

He turns to unlock the door, hoping to hide the red he knows is covering his cheeks and ears, and he slips inside to the sound of Eddie's indignant "Steve? Hey!" Steve ignores it and goes to the drop off box, unlocking it with the key and opening it to reveal Eddie's stuck hand.

"Hang on, don't get your panties in a bunch," he says, grabbing Eddie's hand and coaxing it to relax from the fist it's currently curled into. He hears Eddie's soft "Oh," as the hand unclenches, and says "I think your rings are keeping you stuck, I'm going to take them off, okay?"

When he gets the OK from Eddie, he starts slipping off the rings one by one. It feels intimate in a way, as Steve devotes his attention to each ring as he pulls it off, and he wonders if Eddie feels the same way. He wonders if anyone else has done this for Eddie in a different setting, takes the thought I wonder if he leaves them on during sex and shoves it into a dark corner.

There's always been something about Eddie, something that made Steve curious, made him question himself during the darkest parts of the night. He feels the full brunt of it now as he kneels on the floor of the Family Video, slender fingers wrapped in his own and unfamiliar metal weighing heavy in his palm.

Steve tries to focus on the task at hand - take off the rings, get Eddie unstuck - even as he finds himself distracted by Eddie's fingers. They're shorter than his own, and a little skinnier, and they're rough and calloused in certain spots. Something about Eddie playing guitar flickers in the forefront of Steve's mind, and he thinks he'd like to see that, to watch these fingers glide over the instrument with an expert touch.

He expects Eddie to pull away when the last ring is gone, but he doesn't. The hand stays in Steve's, and Steve can't help but to brush his thumb over Eddie's knuckles as he pushes away the brief thought he has of brushing his lips over them instead.

Steve swallows hard and gives the hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it as he says "Try- uh, try it now." Eddie's hand slides free from its prison and Steve doesn't move from his spot until he hears the bell on the door chime.

He turns to face Eddie and genuinely prays that his own face isn't as pink as the other man's as he holds out the rings. "Uh, here you go," he says lamely, and Eddie gives a soft "Thanks," as he takes them and slips them back on.

They stand there for a moment, the air between them a little awkward until Eddie jerks his head towards the door. "I'm gonna, uh, head home. Get some sleep. Thanks for helping me out, Steve."

"Yeah, it was no problem, Eddie," Steve replies, smiling when Eddie's face gets pinker, and the man nods once before heading out the door. Steve watches him go for a moment before he catches himself, and he shakes his head quickly to get his thoughts back in order.

He goes to start his opening duties, trying his best to put brown eyes and slender fingers out of his mind, but it's only a few minutes later when he hears a thunk from the return box, and he goes over to it, curious.

Sitting on the stack of returned tapes is a little ball of paper, and when Steve unrolls it, one of Eddie's chunky, silver rings falls into his palm. On the paper is a slightly rushed phone number along with a 'Call me tonight?' and Steve grins. His day is shaping up to be better than he expected.

#steddie fic #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #this feels kind of ooc but i dont caaare #if you saw this earlier no you didn't #joey writes #ficlet

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 10 months

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Could you write the beach scene where Conrad gets into a fight and instead of Belly getting hit it’s reader. Maybe she was kissing some other guy and that’s why Conrad was drinking?

Continue sending requests for Conrad/Jeremiah!! I added them to my taglists, so please get on it if you want to be notified when I post a new one. Also, season 2 is coming very soon <3 I can't wait for all the Taylor music they're gonna use again

I didn't plan on going over 1k, but my fingers slipped XD

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Music was mixing with the soft swishes of the ocean, marking the first night of summer at Cousins’ beach. After months in the city that never sleeps, it was nice to be back. The smell of the ocean, the feeling of the sand under your feet, the calm swish of the waves, the beautiful sunsets — there were no such things in New York.

Talking about things New York didn’t have, your mouth busy kissing the cute boy you met on the boardwalk yesterday. You didn't plan on kissing him — or anyone — at the bonfire, but he smelled really good and his smile was causing a kaleidoscope in your stomach, and before you realized what was happening, he was leaning to kiss you.

His name was Benjamin…or was it Brad? God, you couldn’t remember. What you knew was the sensation of his body pressed against yours, the intertwining of tongues, and the gentle touch of his hands as they slid to your waist and effortlessly pulled you closer.

This summer was going to be amazing.

Your bubble of summer-lovin' was popped when a sudden commotion about a beer reached your ears, drawing your attention away from Brody. He whined, trying to join your lips again, but you turned your head in direction of the heated voices, one of them familiar to you.

‘’Shit,’’ you muttered under your breath, seeing Conrad shoving another guy and getting shoved back. This was not going to end well… ‘’I’ll be right back.’’

Brody nodded as you stood from the sand and went over, foolishly believing that you could mediate the altercation.

‘’Hey, Conrad that’s enou—’’ you began, only to be abruptly halted by a forceful elbow striking your cheekbone, sending you on the ground.

The sudden assault had drawn Conrad's attention away from the beer-fueled dispute, his drunken gaze fixed upon you with concern. He tried to get to you, see if you were okay, but the other guy wasn't willing to let Conrad off the hook so easily, launching a punch before he could reach your side.

‘’What the fuck is wrong with you?’’ Conrad's anger flared as he retaliated, delivering a punch of his own.

Amidst the chaos, Jeremiah caught sight of the brawl and quickly ran over to you. ‘’Are you okay?’’ he asked, extending a hand and helping you getting back on your feet, his genuine concern evident in his voice.

You nodded, wincing as you covered your aching cheekbone. It’s gonna be bruised tomorrow. Brad, having witnessed the unfortunate turn of events, also approached to offer his support. He tried to cup your face to assess the injury, but you dodged his contact.

Seeing you were relatively okay, Jeremiah pointed towards Conrad and you nodded again, silently telling him to go. You doubted he’ll be able to break the fight, but hopefully someone will come and help.

‘’You should put some ice on that,’’ Brody advised, but all you could think about was Conrad.

Getting into fights was unlike him. But he hasn’t really been himself lately…

A sudden cry of ‘’Cops!’’ echoed through the beach, instantly causing a wave of panic and dispersal among the party-ers. People fled in different directions, seeking to avoid any potential trouble with law enforcement.

While running off, you managed to get away from Brody, no longer wanting to be by his side. It was nothing personal. Old ghosts just pulled you back in.

You emerged on the road, scanning all the cars on each side until you caught the unmistakable red of Conrad's Jeep parked on the road. The backdoor on the driver side was open as Jeremian helped Conrad get in the backseat of the jeep.

‘’Jere! Wait up!’’ you called out at him.

‘’Watch your head. Your legs,’’ Jeremiah said, making sure he wouldn’t be catching any of his drunk brother’s limbs when closing the door.

Conrad grumbled, half laying down on the backseat. ‘’I know how to get into a car,’’ he muttered.

‘’Can I come with?’’ you asked, trying to not glance at Conrad. ‘’I…I don’t have a ride home.’’

Jeremiah nodded, and both of you climbed into the jeep, fastening your seatbelts before driving away.

Only to slam the brakes two seconds later and come to an abrupt halt. ‘’Fuck. Steven.’’ Jeremiah turned to you before getting out. ‘’Watch Conrad, I’ll be right back.’’

Conrad and you were in the car silently. It felt eerily quiet, and even though it was only just past one, you were completely exhausted. In the backseat, Conrad was quiet, lost in his drunken haze. Neither of you spoke for a moment, until he started playing with a piece of your hair.

‘’How did you get into this mess?’’

‘’The guy wanted my beer,’’ he explained simply, softly.

‘’And you didn’t think you had enough?’’ Conrad was silent, so you glanced at him through the visor mirror. ‘’Why did you drink so much?’’

‘’You.’’

A frown formed between your eyebrows. ‘’Me?’’

He let go of your hair and leaned his head against the window. ‘’Why were you with that guy? Is…is he your new boyfriend?’’

No.

Brody was charming and sweet, but you didn’t see him as a potential boyfriend. You weren’t looking for a relationship at the moment. That would be stupid given you were starting college in September.

‘’That’s none of your business,’’ you said instead, brushing off his question.

After playing cat and mouse all summer the year prior — and some of autumn —, you and Conrad decided to call it quits in the spring. You never officially dated, just played around, but a part of you had been hopeful Conrad would change his mind and want to take it to the next level. Unfortunately, he was never yours to lose.

‘’I don’t like when you kiss someone else. You should be kissing me.’’

The atmosphere in the jeep became tense as Conrad's words hung in the air. Had he not been so intoxicated, he would never have said that. You could feel the weight of his emotions and the unresolved tension between the two of you.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to compose yourself, not wanting to lash your emotions at him. ‘’You dumped me, remember?’’ you reminded him, trying to ignore the sleeping pain hidden in a compartment of your heart.

‘’Seeing you with someone else... it drives me crazy,’’ he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of longing and vulnerability.

Twisting in your seat, you turned to face Conrad.

Conrad and his stupid temper. Had he not gotten into a dumb fight over a beer, the side of your face wouldn’t be in pulsing pain. You also would not be sitting in his jeep with him.

Without saying anything, he reached for your face, gently brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. ‘’I’m sorry.’’

Before you could say anything, the driver side’s door opened, snapping you and Conrad from your moment.

‘’I found him!’’ Jeremiah announced, getting in while Steven did the same, complaining about having to sit in the backseat and having not enough room for his legs.

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bambi-slxt · 18 days

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🤍𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐭 ~ 𝐩𝐭. 𝐨𝐧𝐞🤍

𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

word count: 1.1k

genres: established friendship

warnings: voluntary usage of sir, desperation, gentle!dom!matt, slight blasphemy, biting, slight choking.

notes from bambi: no use of y/n, poc friendly, first work, please enjoy!

pt. two here, pt. three here

“MATT CAN YOU COME HERE?”

“WHAT.”

“JUST GET IN HERE!”

“Do I have to?”

“YES UGH.”

Matt opened the door to his bedroom. “What do you want, kid.”

You lay curled up on his bed, wearing an oversized tee and faded blue underwear hidden underneath his plaid bed covers, staring intently at your phone screen. “I've been trying to figure this out for a solid twenty minutes and I need your help.”

“What's up?” He settled on the bed next to you, slinging an arm behind his head.

“So I’m reading this smut thing right.”

“...Sure, why not,” Matt said, tossing his hand up in exasperation at the apparent lack of anything sacred.

You grinned, enjoying his moment of discomfort. You normally went to him for sex advice, especially after a rather awkward encounter last summer left no room for privacy in your friendship, and it served to make the two of you closer in almost every way. Shaking the memory away, you dial back in. “I don't understand the position they're in right now.”

“Hate when that happens. Lemme see?”

You handed the phone over, picking at a nail in the absence of mental stimulation. Looking around his room, you sighed, feeling at home in the familiar space. His wall decor, all woodsy-themed, the handful of Liam Neeson photos still clinging to the wall, and a new addition from you and Chris’s combined efforts to make a Lego brown bear figure - it turned out pretty good, and Chris loved it so much he dedicated a whole Instagram post to ‘Scruffy the Bear’.

“What the fuck…” Matt muttered, and you turned back towards him.

“Mm?”

“This makes no sense. How are her ankles-”

“THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT. WHERE DID THEY COME FROM?”

“I'm invested now. Come here.” Matt leaned forward and patted the bed space in front of him, still staring, brow furrowed, at the offending device.

“Ouuu, what are you gonna do to me?” you snarked, languidly making your way across the checkered plaid.

“Shut up. Okay so she…no. They started out… facing each other? Why?”

“No idea,” you replied, sitting criss-cross in front of Matt, nudging his outstretched legs to the same position. He leaned forward, elbow on his knee, still reading. “ It says, ‘Her ankles crossed in an x behind him, and he…’ Okay, so like…”

Matt pulled his knees up, separating his legs. “Come here, I think she's sitting right in front of him, and her legs are wrapped around his, like, middle.”

“Sure,” you said, getting into position, “But where are his legs?”

“I'm assuming they're under hers? Beside hers??” Matt said, annoyed at the dismal lack of description. “But how would I know?”

He slid his legs underneath yours, his hands going behind his back to hold your calves. “I think she was closer…” He murmurs, his voice lowering the closer your bodies became. “Something like that.”

Your legs wrapped fully around Matt’s torso, knees pressed against his sides to keep you from falling back into the bed. You felt the heels of his feet press gently against the soft panty fabric covering your ass, and realized you were staring down at his stomach. You looked up to see his pale blue eyes fixated on you.

“Hi.” Breathy.

“Hi.” Breathless.

“I think I’m gonna-”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, moving his hands from your calves to wrap them around your back, acting as support for your disrupted center of gravity. The phone lay forgotten on the bed.

Noticing, you cleared your throat and picked it up dipping your head back towards his stomach to scroll to the next scene. “So once they're here…it seems like they just go into it?”

“No way,” Matt said, leaning forward and pressing his forehead gently against yours. “That's mad uncomfortable.” He smelled like mountain air and freshly-cut pinewood. Quit smelling him, you freakazoid.

“Well I’m sure that doesn't matter if you're horny.”

Matt tilted his head and nodded. “True. There's just. So many other positions. That aren't nearly as complicated.”

“I don't know…I kinda like this one,” you whispered before you could stop yourself.

“Hm?”

“What?”

“What'd you say?” Matt asked, pulling away to look at you again. A smile threatened to creep onto his lips. Quit looking at his lips.

“Nothing, what was the next thing…” you said, turning your attention to the phone once more.

One of his hands left your back, the other tensing against your skin. Matt brought his free hand up toward you, a calloused knuckle underneath your chin and his thumb right below your bottom lip. You looked up slowly, guided by his gentle fingers. “What did you say, hun?”

That smile had fully formed now. You couldn't help but return one of your own. “I didn't say anything.” You put the phone down, letting your hands make contact with his chest. Moving up his body, towards his collarbones, snaking around to meet behind his neck, slipping through the soft curls at the base of his hairline. His thighs, pressed against the outside of your own, began to tremble ever so slightly.

“I heard something,” he insisted, making a gargantuan effort to drag his gaze upwards from your lips. Matt's thumb lifted from your chin to pull on your bottom lip, puffing it out and opening your mouth in the process. “Come on, I know you remember,” he breathed, his voice low and steady. Your heart thumped in your chest - how long had that been going on?

You looked up at him, your mouth slightly open in strict obedience to his fingertips, brows tilted upwards, assuming an expression of innocence. “Sorry, Matty…I forgot.”

It now stands to mention that his pelvis had been pressed against yours this entire time, and at this moment, a hardness seemed to grow in what little space remained between your sex and his. A shiver buzzed up your spine, and the hand on your back flexed in response, tightening its now-possessive grip on your body. Matt let out a shaky breath. “Forgetting…that’s not good, is it?”

“No sir.”

His hard-on seemed to leap to attention. Matt’s eyes stayed locked on yours, almost as if they were searching for something.

“What is it?” you asked softly.

He blinked a few times, shaking his head, gaze still fixed. Tearing his eyes away, Matt leaned toward your shoulder, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. His hand fell away from your chin to hang in the space between you.

“Gonna…Tryin’ not to…do somethin’... might regret.” Matt's words were poorly enunciated, almost as if he was preoccupied. His cock throbbed against your panties, blood pulsing hard enough to pound through the thickness of his sweatpants.

Looking down, you realized his neck lay open…exposed. As if in a trance, you dipped your head, lips making contact with his soft skin.

#sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo fanfic #bambi slxt

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baby-tini · 2 months

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Ok ok more dark skk poly with their little pet PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I need more, how would they treat them when they behave? Are they ever nice to their little pet and treat em good? Is gentle petting or are they continuously rough?

Of course of course babes

- They absolutely can be nice, they love their little pet, you're prettiest when you're mentally intact after all

- As long as you behave you're gonna be fine, Chuuya makes loads of cash, and who better to spend it on then his pretty pet? Dazai doesn't make much but he has surprisingly good taste when it comes to clothes. He picks out the prettiest collars too.

- You sit pretty on the couch while Chuuya makes you dinner and Dazai cuddles you, calling you his pretty kitty. Brushing your hair and petting your (faux) ears. Laying little kisses on your cheek.

- While Chuuya is the stricter one, he's not nearly as mean as Dazai can be. He makes sure you're well taken care of, waiting on you patently. Chuuya's the more responsible one, he cooks and cleans. Cleaning your collar, polishing the diamonds because only the best for his pet.

- Chuuya usually picks out your clothes because he has an eye for what looks good on you. The prettiest lingerie, the softest ears, cutest tails and even prettier collars.

- Soft sex is common as long as you behave and play nice, they'll rub your little clit, prep your pretty cunt and softly slide down your throat. Dazai will rub you over your panties and make you cum. You're so pretty when you cum, and he'll give you praise-filled kisses on your neck and head. Brushing away your tears and cooing at you to "be quiet before you wake Slug."

- They're the sweetest when they bath you, Chuuya rubbing you down with the best smelling lotions as Dazai washes your hair. Throwing in a couple bath bombs and bath salts. They'll even carry you out if you're sleepy.

- They'll dry you down and put you in the softest, comfortable clothes they find before cuddling you too sleep.

- Individually their aftercare is good but together!?!? It's amazing, their soft and will make you drink atleast two cups of water and get you a snack. Showering you in praises worthy of importance. Together, cuddles are the best. I picture Dazai to be cold and Chuuya as someone warm. So it's the best of both.

- Chuuya sleeps closest to the door because his ability is combat ready... but Dazai keeps a loaded gun under his pillow. They know being around you puts you in danger and they'll lay down their life for you and each other.

This wasn't dark but I wanted to make something soft and sweet ❤️

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pictureinme · 7 months

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hey, it's the anon from the ask for @mypoisonedvine, that I asked for breeding/mom!kitten, I saw the answer yesterday but I was so shocked that BOTH of you answered me that I just took sometime to process, anyways....(I'm a little bit shy now) if you want and could write, it would be amazing, love your writing, thanks for taking your time to write things for us ♥️

i'm so happy you sent this at ALL, n the fact that i got 2 do it... i am honored. MWAH MWAH MWAHH I HOPE YOU LIKE IT im def doin more w momma kitten ...

little one

patricia ‘kitten’ braden x f!reader word count: ~1.3k tags: fluffy smut, breeding kink, nipple play, established relationship (they're each others wives <3), pregnancy, baby shopping

(ao3)

Kitten rubs at your thighs, kneading ever so slightly, while your hands are running through her soft curls. The two of you had been like this for an hour now, just feeling each other’s bodies in the dark. Times like these were your favorite, there was no pressure to perform.

Her hand moves up your thigh, delving ever so slightly underneath your silk slip– well, it was hers, but how could you resist such opulence?

You smile to yourself as she massages around your mound, taking her time with you like always, “Did you need something, Kitten, dear?”

She hums coyly as she’s wont to do, “Perhaps…”

With that barely escaping her mouth, her fingers dip to delve between your folds, collecting the wetness from her constant petting. You breathe out a gentle moan as she explores those oh-so-familiar parts– it was really air escaping from your lungs with a sigh more than anything. Kitten was an expert at teasing, but there was none of that tonight, she wanted you to feel every sensation as it was meant to be felt.

Her other fingers, unbeknownst to you, lift up her own slip, revealing her already reddened cock to the cool air of your bedroom. She hums as she continues to touch you, but her other hand wraps around her length, slowly moving it to prod at your entrance.

You gasp at the suddenness, “Oh, that’s what you wanted? Could’ve used your pretty voice– ah!”

It seemed Kitten was of the impatient variety tonight as she suddenly pushed inside of you, unworried about the lack of ‘proper’ lubrication– she just needed to feel your warmth.

“Darling, you are so perfect,” she moves closer to you, her thighs touching your own as she moves all the way inside. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, my God…”

Kitten’s eagerness did not go unnoticed with the way her deep thrusts already reached your cervix, that delicious feeling threatening to overtake you already. Her moans were quiet at first but grew in volume and urgency as she heard your own.

She moves her hands to rub at your breasts through the silk, the feeling equally intoxicating to the both of you. Your nipples had been hard throughout her ministrations, so it was very welcome when she pinched them gently. Kitten's thrusts were deep, but slow as she felt each and every sensation your body would give her.

"God, you're perfect," she lets out a breathy laugh, "Can't wait to fill you up, hm?"

You mewl at her words, an aspect of your sex life barely explored coming to light, "Please, please…"

"Want to put a little one in you," she pets at your breasts harder, "These would get so sensitive and full, wouldn't you be a perfect little mammy?"

Kitten's flirty words were betrayed by her ragged breath, she was the one who needed to breed you– it was the most perfect idea in her eyes. Carrying her child, growing full with the love you two shared… a constant reminder, wouldn't it be? How could she ever resist that?

You grind back on her, meeting the thrusts with an eagerness that glinted in your eyes, "Please, darling, want you to come inside– want you to get me pregnant, fuck!"

She grins widely, pinching your nipple and reaching her other hand to rub circles around your puffy clit, "You're gonna love it so much, gonna take such good care of you, aren't I? Christ, you're gonna look even more heavenly with a full belly..."

Her continuing praises turn to fuzz in your brain as you feel that knot unfurling. Your orgasm overtakes you like a tsunami, the warmth enveloping your entire body– tingling all the while. The level of bliss as Kitten continued to chase her own release was immeasurable.

You pull your slip down fully so she can properly knead your chest– you knew she needed to see them when she filled you to the brim.

"Perfect little tits, my love," she chokes out, "Gonna suck them while I give you all the babies I want, oh!"

That's exactly what she does: her moans are muffled as she sucks incessantly at your nipples, the thrusts becoming shallower but faster. You whimper into the overstimulation, back arching off of the duvet. Kitten’s nails scratch down your sides, you could feel her everywhere.

At the height of pain and pleasure, you feel that telling stutter as she fills you– just as she promised.

Kitten’s gasps continue as she stills deep inside of you, not letting one drop leave you, “Can’t blame a girl for being thorough, can you?”

You giggle tiredly, head thumping back against the inordinate amount of pillows she always buys, “Kiss me, lover.”

Standing at the kitchen counter, you watch as the water takes its sweet time boiling. What is that phrase about watched pots? Whatever.

Distracting you from your obviously very important duties, familiar arms wrap themselves around your waist, and Kitten whispers into your neck, “What a lovely little wife you are, hm?”

“I didn’t hear you come home, love,” you crane your neck for her to nuzzle, “I… actually have a bit of a surprise for you.”

She nips at your jawline, smiling into it, “Is that so? Is it a nice or naughty surprise?”

You bite your lip as you move her hands to rest upon your stomach, “This kind of surprise.”

Kitten inhales quickly, you can feel her hands shaking slightly, “Oh, my… do you really… are you?”

“I’m pregnant, Kitten, dear.”

Hesitating only for a millisecond, she hugs you from behind– and you flip around to properly hug her. Tears are welling in either of your eyes, genuine smiles on your lips. You giggle from the thrill of it all– you’re really carrying Kitten’s child.

“I can’t believe it,” she squeezes your arms, making sure she isn’t in a reverie. “We’re gonna be mothers… oh my goodness, darling.”

You nod, tears of happiness spilling, “I took three tests to be sure. You’re gonna be such a lovely mum, Kitten, I just know it.”

She grins widely, tears glistening on her cheeks as well, “We are, (Y/N), we’re going to be lovely mums.”

The two of you bask in each other’s presence, simply hugging and kissing until the water in the pot begins to boil.

“Now, I know we don’t know the sex just yet,” Kitten walks with you in tow down the town center, “However, we simply must begin decorating, right?”

You chuckle, shaking your head slightly, but not in disagreement, “Darling, I’m only a month along now, can’t it wait?”

She huffs dramatically, putting a hand to her forehead, “My Lord, (Y/N)! By the time you’re wanting to decorate, you’ll be too laden with our child! It’s really for the best if we do this now, trust me.”

“As you wish, my love.”

Kitten enters many a store with you, deciding that yellow would be the most appropriate color for your little bundle of joy– the two of you were never the biggest proponents of assigned gender roles. Plus, it helped that Kitten simply adored all shades of it.

She popped onesies, toys, blankets, all sorts of things into the basket– you couldn’t deny how intoxicating it was to see her so enthused. She never refrained from checking in with you on whether you liked her choice, but you always did (ignoring the gauche pram she desperately wanted you to haul around town).

By the end of the day, she was hauling bags upon bags of simply baby supplies– not forgetting the maternity clothing you needed in the coming months, but Kitten insisted she would style you in much better things than those stores had.

All you needed to worry about was pushing the pram she bought home, a delicate-looking but strong place to show off your babe to all the jealous women of the town– that’s how Kitten described it, at least.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me, darling.”

She looks at you from over her sunglasses, winking sweetly, “Anything for my pretty little wife. Gotta keep her happy for the baby, hm?”

#patricia braden x reader #kitten braden x reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut

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pearlesscentt · 7 months

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open road promises

── based on love in the little things, but can be read on its own.

seungcheol x reader, established relationship, fluff, 578 words

the day had been a whirlwind — of emotions, of activities and homecooked meals, of inquisitive questioning. though you had met seungcheol's parents and brother before, today was your first time meeting his extended family. the moment you entered their living room, you felt like the epicenter of an adoring hurricane. right after greeting his mom with a hug, two of his aunts were already pulling you to the side with excitement. it wasn't long before laughter filled the air, as each cousin eagerly shared with you some anecdotes from when they were growing up with your boyfriend. the whole time they were exchanging stories, they were also showering you with attention; they asked about your life, your family, your dreams, and of course, your plans with seungcheol.

amidst the chaos of questions and well-meaning advice, you stole knowing glances at your boyfriend, your eyes speaking of shared amusement and exhaustion. his family's love for him was undeniable and it translated into an overwhelming desire to ensure his happiness with you.

"so," one of his aunts chimed in, "when do we get to see the wedding?"

you could feel your face heat up at the sudden question, quickly hiding it with a chuckle. "don't worry, we'll let everyone know when we're ready." you said.

another aunt of his leaned closer to you and whispered, "don't wait too long, dear." there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. "our seungcheol can be quite impatient."

despite the feeling of being examined under the microscope and the inevitable awkwardness—that seungcheol was always quick to rescue you from—you couldn't help but appreciate their love for each other. they're a big family, but from the teasing to the laughter, warmth radiated from everyone in the room. a true attestation of the genuine care and endearment they have for one another, and now by extension, to you.

by the time you left, drained yet touched by the whole experience, the car ride home felt like a quiet oasis. it was only the hum of the car's engine blended with the soft tune of whatever's playing on the radio that filled the air; a soothing backdrop to the exhaustion both of you felt. when you looked out the window, the world was bathed in the gentle glow of twilight, a stark contrast to the affection onslaught that ensued earlier.

you felt seungcheol reach out to hold your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. he turned his head slightly to glance at you, his eyes still fixed on the road, that familiar spark of affection shimmered within them. you already knew there was something he wanted to say.

"what is it?" you asked.

"i'm really gonna marry you someday, you know?" he said, his voice was soft like a lullaby but it was firm as if he had already made up his mind.

your heartbeat sped up, the weight of his words settling into your soul. sure, you had talked about marriage on countless occasions, but that doesn't mean the mere mention of it makes you any less giddy. despite your fatigue, a smile tugged at your lips, "is that a threat?" you teased.

his own smile, the one that could melt all of your worries away, graced his face. in that moment, the weariness of the day dissolved into the shared warmth of your dreams and your future, driving onward together into the quiet, comforting embrace of the night.

"it's a promise," he said.

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sharkboywrites · 1 month

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Hello! Could I request either an Astarion or Gale X male reader reverse comfort fic? It can be any scenario honestly either they get hurt in a fight or have a nightmare write whats fun for you!

Reverse Comfort with Gale and Astarion

A/N: Hiii I don't really know if I'm that good at writing hurt/comfort, but I'm gonna do my best

Male reader, suicide mention

Astarion

Nightmares

They're a usual thing for him, something that he had grown used to

With everything he'd gone through it was to be expected

But now that he was travelling with other people, it became hard to try and keep it hidden

As the two of you had grown closer, he still denied the two of you sharing a tent just yet

Once the two of you had opened up and knew what you wanted for the relationship, especially when it comes to intimacy, you started taking small steps

You stated boundaries, had small, gentle holds, and spoke to each other about how you were feeling

One night, Astarion had a particularly bad nightmare

It was hard to keep himself quiet

Quiet enough for the others not to hear, but enough for you to, your tent being right next to his

You entered cautiously with a quiet call of his name

He looked up at you, panicked

He almost looked like a wounded animal

You crouched down next to him and held your hand out to him, silently asking if it was okay to touch him

He collapsed into your arms, and you held him as he cried, whispering soft assurances to him

You spent most of the night like that until he calmed down

Neither of you talked about it, just tucked yourselves back into his bedroll, no words were really needed

That was the first night you spent in Astarion's tent, and it probably wouldn't be the last, holding him close

Gale

Gale had never viewed himself the same after dating Mystra

He didn't show it, he maintained a confident demeanor, but growing close to him it was clear to see

He was insecure and in your relationship was always worried that he wasn't doing enough

You never said anything about it, not wanting to touch a sensitive topic so early on

You did assure him whenever he started that he was doing great, though

You're relationship had been great otherwise, the two of you really were meant for each other

But you could always tell had that little insecurity in the back of his head

Once you found out what Mystra had wanted him to do, you nearly lost it

You managed to keep calm, but you were still seething on the inside

You had a very serious talk with Gale and were surprised to find that he was really considering it

You had to stop yourself from almost yelling at him

How could he think such a thing?

You hugged him tight, begging him not to do it, not to listen to her, and to his surprise, he found himself tearing up at your please

You squeezed him tighter and told him how much you loved him, that you couldn't lose him, that he's perfect for you and didn't need to change

Holding one another close by the campfire, he promised you that he wouldn't do it

You managed to calm down, and he both of you slept in his tent, still holding each other close for reassurance, and there he was sure that he was loved

#sharkboywrites #bg3 x reader #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #gale x reader #gale x male reader #gale dekarios x reader #astarion x male reader #astarion x reader #bg3 x male reader

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clauii · 3 months

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Mhmm? Abyss?

Wonyoung x F!reader

Synopsis: When your ex-girlfriend suddenly returned after years of her sudden disappearance.

Word count: 1. 142k

Let's pretend the girl on the right has brown hair ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

"I love you, so much that I just have to kill you." Their voice— nice and innocent as it passes through a filter by the clothed black mask they're wearing. All while the dull side of their sharp knife glided through beneath the brown haired girl's chin.

"You don't love me at all! You call this love? Please, you're pathetic!"

"Everyone has different forms of love, don't you know that?"

Their voice quiver with much excitement as their knife shallowly digs into her skin, cutting through her neck as blood begins to slip out. Y/n's mouth piles in with a metallic taste and her eyes begin to water.

Their psychotic giggle filled the white walls, clearly enjoying the sight before them yet they stopped. They drew the knife back and threw it on the floor. Helplessly, the girl's eyes travelled to the ground, slowly gazing at the thrown knife— she wondered, what they would do next? Why'd they throw it away when they were enjoying each passing second of her being tormented?

With an unwavering deep focus on the knife, unbeknownst to her, They knelt down to her level and leaned closer to her face, then slipped off their mask and placed a soft and gentle peck on her lips. Their eyes filled with adoration as they pulled away and stared lovingly into her eyes.

What is this gorgeous woman doing to her?

"You don't actually think that I'm gonna kill you, right?" Her voice— nice and innocent, as well as her smile.

Her hands picked inside of her pocket to reveal a white towel, then she brought it to her bleeding neck, slowly pressing and putting pressure onto the cut.

"Does it hurt?"

Y/n shakes her head hastily before responding. "No, not really."

Wonyoung's eyes fluttered back to the girl's brown eyes and a warm smile escaped her lips. A red blush rushed onto her cheeks and neck. "Good." She said, trying to compose her voice as confident and on point. But she cannot deny the fact how her own body feels crumbling by the girl's gaze.

"Where have you been?" Y/n whispered beneath her breath while her eyes observed the beauty in front of her. Even after all of these years, the woman in front of her never seemed to have aged. She still has those angelic features. Her skin was still smooth as a baby's butt. She still has that loving yet fierce gaze and the taste of her lips tasted the same.

"Away."

"Where?"

Wonyoung was silent.

"Where?" Y/n repeated herself. She was eager to know where that love of her life went. Why did she leave her when she needed her the most? What was so important that she chose to go to a place, far from her embrace?

Yet Wonyoung remained silent.

The silence was loud and uncomfortable. Y/n's eyes averted around the woman's face, finding for an emotion, a reaction, or anything she could find. But what she found was her feelings coming back to her. Just when she thought she had moved on, the woman in front of her just had to come back.

"Let's not talk about it, love." Her hand reached for Y/n's and brought it up to her face. A content sigh escaped her lips after the contact.

The audacity of this woman. How can you leave me then come back all while effortlessly making my heart beat for you once again?

"What's important is that I'm here now, don't you think?" The woman smiled at her as she tilted her to the left all while having Y/n palm her cheek.

A sudden yet familiar urge swept by Y/n. Instinctively, her thumb caressed Wonyoung's soft cheeks. Meanwhile, her other hand made its way to cup the woman's other cheek. Her hands pulled the woman closer to her and her lips ghosted against Wonyoung's soft lips. She felt her lips quiver as she pulled away.

Her eyelids fluttered open and her gaze met hers. It was as if Wonyoung understood Y/n's hesitance, she nodded softly. She smiled at her knowing Y/n's silent question. She could see the nervousness in her eyes, in fear of doing something wrong, but in Wonyoung's eyes, Y/n could do no wrong, she was perfect in every way possible.

She dropped Y/n's hands that rested on her cheeks and stood up from her kneeling position as the girl's eyes traced up her tall standing frame.

Man, the power this woman has over me..

Her head dropped down as she smiled down at her ex-lover. "Let's go somewhere comfy instead." She said softly as she swiftly picked her up in her arms and surprisingly carried her on her shoulder, earning a yelp from the girl.

In shock, the girl can't help but feel the panic wash over her as she instinctively slapped the woman's butt while upside down. "That surprised me, you know!" She said in the most bratty tone she has ever released today.

A smile crept on Wonyoung's face, feeling the familiar warmth wash over her again. It was like this years ago, before she left. She missed Y/n's bratty attitude, and her bold and brave acts towards her, she missed it all.

Her pace began slowly but as seconds passed, her pace began to fasten, she was in a rush to feel her embrace once again after a fairly long time. Finally arriving at their destination, she plopped her down on her bed.

Y/n lays on her back, her hair fanned across the mattress, and her face showed a serene expression as the other stood there in front of her. Wonyoung gulped down at this sight.

Wonyoung laid down on her side beside her and Y/n watched her every move. Her doe yet almond like eyes trailed down to her every curve as Wonyoung settled herself beside her.

When her eyes started to trail up, their eyes met and both felt an electric shock that filled the void of their stomach.

"I-." Before Y/n could even continue, Wonyoung shushed her by placing her index finger over her lips. Wonyoung's eyes soften as she gazes over Y/n's confused expression.

"How on earth are you so beautiful?" She muttered under her breath. But instead of impressing Y/n, Y/n frowned at her.

She rolled her eyes at the older woman as she swiftly swatted Wonyoung's finger away. "You're the one to talk, you're the goddess here, dumbass."

After releasing those exact words, Wonyoung can't help but giggle to the flame that enveloped her whole soul. She leaned in a placed a gentle kiss on the girl's lips while her hand travelled to the curve of her waist.

Y/n practically melted into the kiss as her hands travelled up her nape, pulling her closer to her.

Their lips danced in sync while the room filled in with a romantic filter.

🌈masterlist🩷

#wonyoung #jang wonyoung #wonyoung x reader #wonyoung x fem reader #ive wonyoung #ive #wonyoung imagines #female reader #fluff #kinda not really #but also yeah #but yeah #izone #kpop #kpop imagines

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lu-sn · 11 months

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Rank the VegasPete kisses 😈

suz i stg this ask is gonna get me super mega cancelled. when you find my mangled body in a decrepit alleyway tell my family i loved them

6. i love you, pete.

listen, no okay, LISTEN, put down your pitchforks, this is an s-tier kiss okay, i know!!!!! I KNOW BUT EVERY VEGASPETE KISS IS INSANE!!!! SOMETHING HAS TO BE AT THE BOTTOM

i did and still do think it's a lil cray cray of vegas to say he's in love with pete like ten days after dicking him down, but the blood-streaked mouths and vegas's devastated face as he pushes pete away afterwards sure do make up for it

5. you must suffer until i'm satisfied

the thing that gets me about this one is the total lack of artifice on vegas's part. despite every touch of his before this having been part of a long, cruel, twisted performance, this one is so gentle. so unassuming. a gift, more than anything else.

the conversation after is critical to their relationship, and i'm not sure pete would have wanted to open himself up like that without this kiss as proof of vegas's... sincerity? vegas isn't playing a game anymore — and pete can finally stop playing too.

4. psycho

head in hands!!! i can't believe this isn't in the top 3 someone send me to jail rn

i don't need to talk about this yall Know. third eye opened brain chemistry rewired brainrot permanently acquired "you like me like this" "i know exactly what i want" the way their hands paw at each other the way vegas smiles the way pete's KNEES GO WEAK I'M FOREVER SCREAMING

3. you're the most important person in my life

ugly sobbing in the gutter they trust each other they cherish each other they're going to work so hard to stay together they're coming together as EQUALS in the LIGHT AFTER THE STORM I'M—

it's the way they cradle each other's faces in their hands, okay. it's the unbearable tenderness, and it's the promises they're making to each other!!! that shit just gets me real bad 😭

2. (we only kiss people we like)

their entire sex scene is characterized by an unexpected, intense tenderness, and this last kiss is really the nail in the coffin for me. the way pete is leaning up into this, chasing vegas's mouth — the way vegas is so unbelievably soft as he presses himself into pete — the space they've carved out together in the darkness for this moment of startling intimacy — something has changed here, in both of them. and it's going to be their undoing.

1. i need you, pete.

I DON'T CARE IF YOU DISAGREE WITH ME I WILL DIE ON MY LITTLE HILL THIS IS THE BEST KISS IN THE ENTIRE SHOW. SCREENSHOTS DO NOT DO IT JUSTICE. vegas is TREMBLING into this kiss he is TERRIFIED he's made an awful awful mistake and he's about to lose the best thing he's ever had he is CLINGING TO PETE trying to press all of his monstrous love into pete's skin i'm so sorry i didn't mean it i need you i will worship you look at how gentle i can be with you? look at how desperately i want to cherish you please please pete don't leave me MY GOD I AM CHEWING ON THE WALLS IT HURTS SO GOOD

and pete is so vulnerable to this kind of touch. he's shaking too, he's gasping and sobbing and almost can't believe what he's about to do in return. pete intends for this to be their last kiss — and vegas has no idea.

#i'm feeling so insane about them rn #that's just the vegaspete effect #obligatory THAT'S MY OPINION disclaimer obv all of these are top notch superior #oh but i am right about the last one tho. like objectively correct #hehe thank u for the ask suz 💜#kinnporsche #vegaspete #pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul #mine: asks #rainy day asks

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devils-dares · 1 year

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Top of the Class

summary: you and matt could not be further from each other, he's unlike you in every way and you hate him for it, but something always draws the two of you back to each other.

pairing: college!matt murdock x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ minors DNI, this is basically hate sex with a little softness at the end, semi-established relationship?? (they're enemies)

wordcount: 858

a/n: first smut whaaaat?

feedback is always appreciated!

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

The noise of his headboard hitting the wall did absolutely nothing to deter you from making even more noise, the pistoning of his hips stealing away any semblance of thought from you. His large forearms bracket your head, his lips mere inches from yours.

"How's it feel, huh? How's it feel being fucked 'by the likes of me'?" He uses your earlier words against you, having overheard a conversation between you and your friends.

You moan pathetically in response, nails dragging down his back to leave raised red tracks in their wake, he curses and drops his head, sucking marks into your skin.

"Did you finally realize you're nothing but a whore? Fucking around with all those prep boys yet you're sneaking into my room at night just to get a good fuckin’? Such a naughty girl." One of his hands leaves the support he has on the bed to hold your neck, squeezing just enough to limit your air intake and have that delicious emptiness in your brain become evermore delirious.

"Can't even fucking talk, hm? You gonna cum?" You nod, and he laughs at you, "Poor you, too bad. Hold it." You whine at his words but do as he says. You have no reason to, but his domineering position has you in literally and figuratively a chokehold, so you comply anyways.

He sits up, grabbing your thighs to push your legs over his shoulders. He gives you no warning but a little smirk and a dark chuckle before he resumes fucking you. He hits that spot, which annoyingly, only he can hit and you squeal.

"Don't hold back," he whispers, "I want everyone in this goddamned house to hear you scream.'' He starts thrusting harder, resulting in you and the bed being the loudest you possibly can.

"Matty, Matty, please," you say and he laughs at you again.

"What are you begging for, brat? Use your big girl words for a change, thought you were top of your class." You're afraid to request, however, feeling as though he'd make fun of you for what you wanted.

"Say what you want, whatever you wish I'll grant it." He says, and you're left wondering how he can exert so much energy yet have so much breath left to talk to you.

"Closer, pl-please." His hips stutter for half a second, and then he picks up the pace.

"Awh, you want me closer? Alright babybug." You hated when he called you petnames, but so long as he granted your wish, which he did, you didn't care.

"Gonna cum!" You squeal into his shoulder. He brings you impossibly closer to his body, and you can feel his abs flex with every thrust.

"Matty please," you beg, "can I cum?" He tuts at you.

"You're so far gone, aren't you, pretty girl? Yes, you can cum for me." He feels you tighten around him, grunting as you arch your back into him and practically scream his name. He fucks you through it, and only slows when he feels you squeezing his shoulder.

"Too much?" He asks softly, and you nod.

"I can stop, princess." You shake your head quickly.

"I want-" You have to take a breath to finish your statement, the aftershocks of your orgasm still washing over you, "want you to finish in me." He squeezes your hips and drops his head to your shoulder.

"Can't just say stuff like that, angel." You feel him tenderly resume his thrusts, groaning deeply into your neck as you squeeze around him.

You feel him throb inside of you, and if the tightening of his hands on your hips is anything to go by, he's close. You bring one of your hands up to his hair and give a gentle tug, coaxing him to "give it to me, Matty." He groans, and you feel him fill you up. You convince him to stay, his softening cock still tucked up inside of you while he lays his body weight on you.

"You alright?" He was always kind and gentle to you in the moments after, a stark contrast to your relationship outside the bedroom. You nod, feeling your eyes droop.

"I gotta go. Gonna fall asleep if I stay."

"Stay," he talks softly as if he were trying to lull you to dreamland, "I'll take care of you. Let me clean you up and dress you, I'll grab you a glass of water."

"You don't ha-"

"I'm offering, angel, let me." You nod and he does just as he says.

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The two of you lay in his bed, he's dressed in just boxers and you've thrown on panties and his shirt. Your ear is pressed against his chest, his heartbeat willing you to sleep.

"Thank you." You say sleepily.

"For?" He asks softly, hands running up and down your bare thighs.

"Letting me in."

"I'm not quite sure what that means, angel." But he won't get an answer, for you've fallen asleep on his chest. He vows to your sleeping figure that he won't move until you've woken, pressing a secret kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you too, angel."

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sameschmidtdiffname · 2 months

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i recently had a thought about the reader's online friend!josh futterman, like if these two actually KNOW each other irl but have no idea about it because they use nicknames

i'd really appreciate it if you'd write something like this and I hope my description of it makes sense i used a translator for this lol

in love with your writing btw !!! <3

Bbgirl I gotCHUUUUU

Familiar Strangers

A Josh Futturman x Gender Neutral! Reader Series

Summery: They always say you never know when you'll meet Mister Right. But damn. This is a new level.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no gender specific pronouns for Reader, coffee shop AU, Josh never wins 'Biotic Wars' AU, fluff, meet cute, online friends who don't realize they're friends irl as well, brief mentions of smut, otherwise SFW.

Notes: Alright, first actually planned series! Is it gonna be a slowburn with twenty parts? A mini series? Who the fuck knows! Not me! Let's pray, mfers.

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°☆>》Maggie's《<☆°

"Please tell me there's a chance for us," she says with baited breath. "Don't tell me you're walking away."

The atmosphere of the small, brick walled coffee shop is calm for 10 o'clock in the morning, but I'm not complaining. God knows I prefer this over the alternative anyways.

"You know that I can't answer that," Oshua says to Tiger, agitated.

This guy, always trying to be mysterious.

"I've waited for you my whole life. You could give me a goddamn-"

The ring of the shop bell tears me from my reading, my head darting up to see who has come to disturb my morning of peace and fiction.

"Hi!" The customer says in overly bright voice. One look at the man and I already know he's the chatty type, not willing to just duck in and out, keys jingling from the black belt on his hip as he flashes a bright, genuine smile, waving his hand enthusiastically while keeping the other in his pants pocket.

Motherfucker.

"Hi!" I try to return with the same bright smile and tone, but I feel irritation spike into my chest as I hear the soft 'click' of my phone shutting off. "Welcome to Maggie's, what can I get you?"

Gentle sunlight streams in through the permanently clouded bay windows of the shop, illuminating the store in its warm glow that just makes a morning feel particularly peaceful. There isn't much foot at this point in the morning, most people already having arrived to work an hour or so earlier, myself included. It was a busy enough part of town, a good location for a coffee shop to thrive, especially with the loyal flow of customers from Kronish Laboratory, a tall, dull building dedicated to scientific research, and the little coffee shop that signs my checks often had the pleasures (read: irritations) of dealing with said researchers and keeping them alive while they work on the miracle cure for herpes. Most of them being particularly rude and short about their orders, usually in a rush for a regular cup of black coffee and swiping it from my hand before storming out to resume their endless work typing away at a computer to log their samples after what must be their too short lunch break. Or maybe too long. Can never tell with those assholes. Most of which I know through mental nicknames. It's partially because I'm no good at actual names. And partially my own form of disrespect and entertainment. Come on, you do it too.

"I don't know," the unfamiliar man says brightly, placing his hands on his hips as he looks at the chalkboard sign hanging behind my head. "What do you like?"

'Whatever gets you out of here the fastest,' I think. But instead I say "Well, what exactly are you looking for? Tea, coffee," the door, "smoothies?"

"Hit me-" gladly. "-with a tea," the bright man says just so... brightly.

Thank you for being so descriptive. "What kind?" I ask, trying to keep my smile sweet.

"Whatever you like," he says with a shrug.

"Vanilla chai?"

"Sure!"

I need to stop being so irritable when someone interrupts my reading. I'm not even allowed to be on my phone at work technically, except the manager generally doesn't care so long as I at least make half an effort to hide it and don't do it in front of customers. And maybe I wouldn't even really care about the interruption except I've been waiting for the release of this part for two weeks, and Nick had been so secretive about the ending he didn't even let me beta read the work before posting.

"What's got you in such a mood?" I ask the smiling man, turning to begin making the drink. Oh, size.

"What do you mean?" He asks, raising his brows, still smiling. Brightly.

"You're like a big... ball of sunshine," I say, gesturing towards him before holding up a small and large cup, now gesturing the two like they were on scales to silently ask his preference.

"Oh, I'm just excited this morning. I'm not usually like this," he says, laughing a little as a small blush grows on his nose, glancing down at the floor before returning his gaze to the cups, pointing at the small.

"Yeah?" I ask, putting the large cup away.

"Yeah. Finished a big project this morning, so I'm like," he shrugs, now scratching the back of his head as he tries to subdue his smile, pressing his lips together and now crossing his subtly built arms across his chest.

"Well, congrats," I say. There's a small moment of slightly awkward silence as the tea quickly brews, both of us not really sure what to say next. This is the part I hate about customer service. I feel bad if I'm not constantly keeping them engaged, but if they're constantly talking I wish they would shut the fuck up. I already can't read regular conversation cues, there's just no winning with this shit.

"I like your uh..." the man I've decided will henceforth be known as Sunshine drawls. "Apron."

I look down at myself, taking note of the dandelion yellow cloth stained with coffee at the bottom from an hour ago when it accidently dipped into a puddle of the stuff while I was cleaning up a spill someone hadn't even told me about only half an hour after opening.

"Thanks," I say, looking back up. "Company issued."

"Oh, we match!" Sunshine jokes, pointing at his grey jumpsuit. Alright, the man may be way too energetic for the morning, but at least he's entertaining about it. I take an actual look at his attire now, a janitors outfit with what I should've expected to be a Kronish Laboratory logo right above his name sewn onto the suit.

"That we do..." I glance at his nametag. "Futturman."

"Fut-turman, not Foot-turman," Sunshine corrects me.

"Oh shit. Shoot. Sorry, man," I laugh awkwardly, offering an apologetic smile as I pour the warm, steeped tea over the ice.

"Iced in Febuary?" He asks, giving me enough grace to not focus on the subject.

I feel my own blush creep onto my skin, a side effect from the name jumble and realizing I hadn't asked his preference. Get your head in the game, idiot.

"I can make you another, if you'd like," I offer sheepishly.

"No!" He blurts, straightening his posture and leaning against the counter. "I mean-" he coughs awkwardly, glancing away. "No, iced is good. I like iced, just uh- figured you... wouldn't have the same preference."

Please, God. It's too early for this.

"I don't like the hot to room temperature texture," I say awkwardly, searching for a lid. "Too... I don't know. Iced to room temperature is better."

"Totally agree," Sunshine says quickly.

Glad to know neither of us can interact with humans properly.

Another moment of awkward silence, except I know what to say this time.

"So, you work at the lab?" I ask. For the small moment I didn't have his attention, he seemed to be surveying the small cakes on display inside the counter beside me, looking at a little white cake with strawberry coating on top before turning back to me.

"Oh! Yeah, no, I just- Carl told me about the place, said I had to try it out," he says, shifting his weight as he stands. "Good vibes and all that."

"Carl..." I say, trying to remember if I've known a Carl.

"Big, like," he gestures his hands long then wide. "Works security, looks like," he makes a sort of stern, almost mean mug face. At that it clicks.

"Oh! Carl!" Deftones Guy. "Yeah, I know him," I say with a more relaxed smile, chuckling a little.

"Yeah, said you guys discuss music sometimes," he says, nodding enthusiastically like he's glad we know the same person.

"A little," I say, placing the drink on the counter. "Alright, Mr. Futturman. $6.70 is your total."

The dark haired man nods, pulling out a green wallet with an emblem on the front from one of his deep pockets. I try to get a clear look simply out of curiosity, but his large, tanned hand covers it too much for me to see what it is.

"Here you are," he says, handing me his card. There's more silence, this time comfortable as I swipe it, our machine beeping twice in decline. At the third beep, Sunshine begins to shift his weight again, licking and biting his bottom lip nervously.

"There should be money on there," he says with a nervous chuckle.

"Oh, it's the machine. It doesn't like working," I clarify. "One sec."

Quickly, I pound my palm into the righthand top corner of the device, right under the chip reader before inserting the blue, cloud covered card once more and waiting for the transaction to clear. At the much more calm, non-nuclear level beep we both breathe a sigh of relief as I return the card to him with a smile.

"Alright," he says with that bright tone to his voice once more. "Now I can see what's up."

We both can.

"I hope you have a good day, Mr. Futturman," I say brightly, still a tad pink from leftover embarrassment.

Sunshine nods and smiles at me, toasting his drink before turning from me and beginning to walk away, taking a sip of his drink and humming in approval, turning quickly and giving me a thumbs up before tripping over his own foot and stumbling into the door like a bit of an idiot, making me giggle slightly before I make myself look away to give him the same grace he'd given me earlier. And with that last exchange he's gone, and I'm free to return to my art.

The tall man looked sadly at- ah shit, I jumped ahead.

"I've waited for you my whole life. You could give me a goddamn answer, Future Man!" Tiger spat in anger and frustration, forcing the emotions she could barely even allow herself to feel overwhelm her in her attempts to communicate.

Emotional angst for my bright morning. God bless, Nick.

As I push open the door to my apartment, my phone is buzzing with still silent notifications of what I can guarantee are Tumblr sourced. More specifically, Tumblr messaging sourced. As I push the door shut with my foot, one glance at my old, outdated phone confirms my thoughts.

felinehusband: Okay, give it to me straight.

I smile at the notification, allowing my oversized bag filled with too many items to clatter to the ground loudly, unlocking my phone and responding quickly.

icanfixhimdotorg: Dude.

I walk as I type, entering the kitchen and opening the door to the small freezer to see which cheap meal I'll try not to nuke tonight.

felinehusband: Dude? ,:)

I smile at the message, picking out chicken teriyaki as I hit send.

icanfixhimdotorg: Worth. The. Wait.

I cross to the beaten microwave, the appliance cheap and secondhand from Facebook marketplace. It's honestly a miracle the thing hasn't blown up in my face or given me detectable cancer, but despite the large dent on the side, still usable. Google said if the door still seals and there's no opening, it was safe. And it got that dent from me dropping it on the way inside the apartment on move in day after I already paid $50 for it after getting it from some overworked mom who hardly wanted to even charge that low. I sure as hell wasn't gonna get a refund, or anything functional for cheaper.

I leave my phone on the counter as I open the frozen meal, vent the film and slap it inside. Now to wait for seven minutes.

felinehusband: Oh thank GOD. I've been anxious all day.

I chuckle softly, smiling as I lean against the permanently grimy counter.

icanfixhimdotorg: I don't know why!! You always post such good work :)

felinehusband: Well, I post work that always has good reception.

icanfixhimdotorg: The difference?

felinehusband: ... I'll get back to you on that one lol

I tap my foot against the floor, listening to the muffled echo mix with the loud hum of the microwave as I stare ahead at the mint green, poorly painted wall in front of me.

icanfixhimdotorg: No cervix penetration?

There's plenty of ways to meet friends. I didn't not bank on responding to a request for beta readers for fanfiction for some moderate, slowly dying game fandom to be one of them.

felinehusband: ONE TIME!

The quick response makes me laugh, clicking off my phone as I turn my attention now to my waiting meal that I'm going to devour much too quickly while working lines for my production.

Nick and I started chatting about six months ago. I had already been following him for some of his shit posts, midnight blogging, and when he started posting fanfiction I was one of his first readers.

'Biotic Wars' doesn't have a particularly big following on Tumblr as it used to. When the game first came out, people were going insane over how to beat the final level. The community thrived from memes, overly elaborate theories, fanfiction, you name it. It helped that there was a huge boost in the gaming community in general around the time it came out, what with 'Five Nights at Freddy's' cranking out sequels faster than anyone could keep up with, 'Undertale' breaking out onto the scene a little bit later. The gaming side of Tumblr was alive and thriving, and the amount of overlapping there was between fandoms only made it bigger. That was how I found the fandom personally. That and binging several different speed-running videos.

At the point Nick came onto the scene, most had generally lost their interest in the unbeatable 'Biotic Wars.' The fans that remained did so out of genuine interest or hyperfixation instead of temporary trends, and while good work was still being posted, everyone had at that point either begun to shift their own writing focuses, lost time to post frequently, or shifted to other platforms such as Archive of Our Own and had stopped crossposting to their Tumblr. So a decent, well paced, new angst fic following a lone Wolf and Tiger reminiscing on their old journies together as they attempted to survive a bitter winter night without any supplies other than an old tarp being used as their only attempt of shelter as they attempt to ride out a storm after a mission gone wrong popped onto the scene, people were immediately captivated. And even though it was a one-shot, the work received enough attention that a spin-off fic was posted within the following 48 hours. And once those two had blown up, Nick was quickly recognized in the community for his content, shitposts and fics alike. And he was very lucky to have overwhelming positive feedback. Until his first smut, that is.

icanfixhimdotorg: Nico, baby. It's an important first step for every smut writer.

Oh, it was brutal. First, he decided to go off the deep end by just jumping straight into some tenticle situation for poor Tiger. Now, granted, he did post a poll before hand asking if we readers would enjoy the consumption of some outrageous shit, to which 78.8% of voters said yes, myself included. But when reading a 'baby's first smut' fic, one doesn't really expect... that. But I'll admit, it was surprisingly good quality. Until the cervix penetration.

"Coiling in her womb." Yeah, Tumblr had a fun day with that one.

It took less than a day for him to post that he was searching for smut consultants and beta readers, to which I responded both out of genuine interest and a bit of pity since I was sure his ask box was filling with several new comments. No one was surprised when he ended up turning off anon for a few days. And since I had responded to quite a few of his works/posts already, I was one of the lucky few selected for such a job since he recognized me. And once the doorway was opened for casual chatter, both of us just kind of never stopped. Either by constantly responding to each others posts, automatic reblogs at each notification of a new post, or messaging each other about our days kept us both sane as we tried to just survive each new day as adults.

I look up from my notebook where my tragic script is scratched across the $0.75 college notebook as I lazily attempt to memorize my lines while mostly keeping my eyes trained on the old TV in front of me to check the buzz from my phone, swiping it open to read the new message.

felinehusband: So how's season four going?

icanfixhimdotorg: Dude.

I watch the screen until I feel the phone buzz once more in my hand.

felinehusband: No spoilers!! I'm still trying to push through season three for you ;)

Nick was sweet. Good for a joke, claims he's a little awkward, but a good friend. Sweet enough that about two months ago he'd let it slip he'd begun watching my favorite show simply because "If I have to see you go insane over animated anthropomorphic animals interacting with humans again without context, I'm gonna lose it."

icanfixhimdotorg: Binge it!! You're gonna lose your mind!!

felinehusband: You're gonna delay part 10 lmao

As I take the last bite of my meal, I realize the time, sighing as I begin to do the mental math of how long I have until practice tonight. Knowing how little time I have to prepare, I pause the episode and type one last quick text.

icanfixhimdotorg: If it does, it's worth it honestly. You won't believe this shit, Nick.

As I stand from the sagging, horrendously textured couch I catch his parting message while I stretch, popping about five different spots in my back.

felinehusband: Okayokay, if it means I can read your over the top rants again, it's worth it :)

icanfixhimdotorg: Excellent. Got to go, showering for practice tonight.

I trail quickly through the small apartment, grabbing whatever clothes are passable in public while remaining comfortable enough to sleep in when I immediately collapse into my bed around 11 tonight, an old, tattered, turquoise towel I'd stolen from my parents when I moved out, and grabbing my soap from the kitchen sink before making my way to the bathroom. Listen, Seventh Generation is cheap and works just as good on the human body as it does on dishes, alright? I'm trying to get a mortgage one day.

As I wait for the water to shift from its arctic temperature to something more bearable, I check my phone one more time to quickly reblog a gifset and read Nick's departing message.

felinehusband: Knock 'em dead, Mercutio :)

felinehusband: Also, I need some input later tonight for this like. Slowburn thing. May be an AU. Not sure, we'll see. I'm thinking coffee shop

Ah, yes.

icanfixhimdotorg: A classic.

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I'm making no current promises on how frequently I update this series. Hopefully it'll be something I can work on while working and such, but we'll see what happens. My current hope is to post at minimum one request and hopefully one part for this series per week. However I will warn one of my current projects is about to wrap up, meaning I'm going to have to focus on that next week as much as possible, meaning I probably won't get anything done writing wise next week unless I aim for a drabble or headcanons. And even then I'm not sure I'll have time for actually editing and such, so don't be surprised if the only content you get next week is some rambles like I've been doing for Peeta lately or nothing at all. Alright, love y'all!! Stay safe, stay healthy <33 see you next time.

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lavendertales · 1 year

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hello! may i please request a fic where javi sees the reader a couple weeks after a fight, they both don't talk to one another for a while (but use steve as a messenger for updates on each other because they're still best friends lmao pls). they don't know that either one loves them back and are afraid of confessing to each other, until one of them finally snaps and says 'i love you', a little soft and healing, just two friends losing each other along the way but love uniting them :')

p.s absolutely no pressure to write this! ♡

hii bby I hope you like this🥰

confessions—Javier Peña x f!reader

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You’ve had arguments in the past, disagreements of all sorts, but this last one takes the cake. You’ve never been this furious.

And no one’s ever seen Javier this furious before.

Even Steve, who worked with him and even lived in the same apartment building as him, has never seen him so worked up. There was shouting that day, words such as “stubborn”, “annoying”, “careless” and “moron” thrown around for anyone to hear. By the time you and Javier finished the screaming match, his face was all red, and your eyes were all teary when you walked away.

Now, it’s been days and you and Javier were still not on speaking terms. While your job at the embassy did not entail direct contact with any of the agents, sometimes you did go out of your way to interact with Javier. Perhaps it was childish and ridiculous, especially knowing about Javier’s promiscuous reputation, but you couldn’t help it. You liked Javier, not just for all the obvious reasons like his charm and his good looks. You liked him because he paid attention to details—a nice manicure, freshly cut hair or your favorite food. He was in actuality very kind and gentle when he wanted to be. Sometimes you even thought he might like you too.

But the last fight you had proved the opposite; he was far too stubborn and set in his ways to realize what should’ve been obvious, too far gone and lost in his vices—smoking, drinking and sleeping with brothel girls. Neither vice including you.

“I have some files for Javier to sign,” you told Steve with a bored look on your face. “Could you give these to him?”

“I could, but how about you give those to him personally?”

You stared at him unimpressed, even a little mean, but Steve didn’t back out.

“Come on, this is ridiculous,” he pushed. “It’s been over a week, would you just be civil?”

“I would if he wouldn’t be so fucking stubborn.”

“You know how he is.”

“I do, that’s why I maintain that he should be the one to apologize.”

“I don’t see that happening anytime soon.”

“Then we’re not gonna talk for a long time.”

Steve huffed, sitting on the edge of your desk.

“Is this coming from a place of genuine concern or because you’re tired of running around delivering messages between us?” you asked rather amused.

“Let’s say genuine concern, but I am so very tired of this.”

You sighed. “Look, Steve, I’m not apologizing. The whole argument started because of him anyway, saying I shouldn’t have been on the field or whatever. But when I told him that Carrillo asked me to come to be a spy because no one would suspect me, he lost his mind even more!”

“Huh.”

“Yeah! I tried reasoning with him, but he kept calling me blind and stupid, so I called him a moron—“

Steve began to laugh, much to your dismay. You frowned, searching his face for an obvious answer, though none appeared.

“Why are you laughing?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“Oh, you are both such idiots.”

Before Steve could explain himself and your head would explode, Javier made his dreaded entrance by walking past your desk, unable to refrain the glare he threw you and Steve.

“You idiot,” Steve called out to him, still amused.

“Excuse me?”

He was offended, and rightfully so. Javier crossed his arms at his chest, staring curiously at you two.

“You couldn’t have just told her why you didn’t want her on the field?” Steve continued. “Why you were ready to tell Carrillo ‘fuck you for suggesting this’ right to his face?”

“I did.”

“You called me stupid,” you added grudgingly.

Javier exchanged a glare with you, one which carried far too many sentiments to voice out loud, yet still beyond frustrated.

“I did and I stand by it,” Javier maintained.

“Seriously? You don’t think you were out of line, in any way?”

“No.”

You stood up from your desk, mirroring his posture as you approached him angrily. You could not believe someone would be this thick-headed, this purposely irritating for no good reason.

“You owe me an apology,” you said. “I was only following orders, just like you do all the time.”

“You’re not an agent. Carrillo was way out of fucking line to ask you to play the double agent.”

“It worked, didn’t it? I helped and you got the intel you needed, so what the hell is your problem?”

“My problem is you risking your life for things that we should do!”

“Why are you still so pissed off about this, my God!”

“Because I fucking love you and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Javier’s words, besides shocking, were in such stark contrast with your own; yours were vicious and angry while his remained soft, almost guilty.

“My job here is done,” Steve announced silently in the background before leaving the two of you alone.

“You—wait, you what?”

Javier exhaled, visibly uncomfortable now that the words have gotten out. Although his reputation preceded him, he is not one to openly flaunt personal affairs in the workplace. But thankfully, there was no one else around at the time, and whatever this was between you and Javier, Steve was clearly in the know, so no harm, no foul.

“I do,” Javier clarified, voice small. “I—I’m in love with you. Which you probably don’t give a shit about or don’t care... I know you hear the things some agents around here say about me. I’m not—boyfriend material.”

“You think I don’t give a shit?”

Javier shrugged.

“I don’t make excuses to come in early just to have my morning coffee with anyone else. I don’t go out of my way to give documents in hand to anyone else. I don’t do my nails a certain color because someone else told me they look.”

There was an “oh” perfectly readable on Javier’s face, the moment of realization kicking in seconds later. You giggled, shyly reaching for one of his hands.

“I pity the foolish woman who falls in love with Javier Peña because it’s a tough mission,” you said. “Renowned womanizer, killer charm and smile…”

“No more than that cute secretary they got over here at the embassy. One hell of a woman. He might easily fall for her too.”

He smiled, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on your lips, one of many to come.

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"Ithaka by Adele Gaaras" AKA. I got Mindboggled by an Odyssey-inspired novel, get Boggled with me.

THis is just a little vent!! Do not harass this author or people who like this book! I'm not sharing this to necessarily hate on it but just wanted to share because...Mindboggle. (Also please note I have not read the book all the way through. BECAUSE OF SAID MINDBOGGLE. As I don't think it's good to "hate-read")

Also note, that the author says "it's not a version of Homer nor a retelling of the Odyssey, but a novel written under the influence of stories that I first read as a young child and that I've loved ever since."

Found this book in the "discarded" box at the library, probably should've taken that as a sign and since it was for free and no one else had taken it, I thought I'd grab it!

And I got excited because the book is supposed to take place during the years Odysseus is away and it's PENELOPE'S perspective. Penelope raising Telemachus and cute toddler moments? Her, Anticlea, Laertes, (Maybe even Ctimene!) trying to cheer each other up as a family? Her ruling? So many cool things to explore!

But then I started to read and it was okay at first... But it skipped 13 years, which saddened me as, like I said, I wanted "young mother and child bonding together" But I went along with it.

But then there were other moments I didn't really care for. Weird "bad mother-in-law" Anticlea, ENOUGH WITH THAT. It happens to Demeter already! Stop it! Penelope says that she'll be a mean mother-in-law someday as well as "No one will be good enough for Telemachus" (???), Euryclea has a granddaughter who is the "main character", has AGAMEMNON be the one to put Telemachus in front of the plow >:( and a couple other moments that felt off so to see if this was "worth the read", I went ahead and went to the end as I won't lie I really wanted the "Reunion moment" 🥹

And here comes the Mindboggle.

Penelope has an affair.

She has an affair... WITH FUCKING LEODES!!!

THAT'S THE GUY WHO BEGS FOR HIS LIFE BEFORE GETTING BEHEADED BY ODYSSEUS.

Honestly?? Like, I know it's supposed to be a "feminist" story. (says so on the reviews on the back) You never know with those if they're gonna villainize the male characters. I sadly was already expecting the whole "Even though text from the Odyssey states otherwise, Odysseus is clearly a womanizer"😮‍💨BUT AN AFFAIR?! WHAT IS FEMINIST ABOUT AN AFFAIR?! AND WITH LEODES?!?! WHY NOT MAKE A NEW CHARACTER?! A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON? Who's actually cool?

The worst part is? Odysseus is so fucking in love, as he should be. You would expect him to be "bad" to make her affair "okay". Especially as it kind of makes it out like he had "affairs" when it's known to someone with reading comprehension that he was SA'ed.

But he's complimenting her constantly, even as a beggar, and dotes on her and respects her. This novel ALSO makes Odysseus "nicer" and "polite" in an "I don't want to kill all these men but it's what I have to do". Which No! Let that man be PISSED. Get tf away from his wife and child! He can be an asshole and still adore his family!

This is supposed to be her introspecting during the morning after. Not explicit in any way but giving heads up anyways.

[...] she could not prevent herself from thinking of Leodes as Odysseus kissed her mouth and her hair and the soft places behind her ears. "Is this hard for you, wife? Is it strange? There's no hurry...I'll be gentle. I'll wait until..." "No,no...not strange. Kiss me again." "But you're crying..." "I can't help it. My feelings. I can't govern them, Odysseus."

(Page 354)

Like he's incredibly sweet. It makes it sadder because he's crying thinking about how much he missed her. BUT PENELOPE THINKS ABOUT HOW SHE'S CRYING BECAUSE SHE MISSES LEODES!!!

I couldn't stop thinking about Leodes. Remembering how it had been with him. And that made me cry. Odysseus didn't know. I don't think he knew. He thought the tears were for him. Tears of joy. Tears of passion. "Cry, my sweet wife. Let out all the tears that lie within you." "I'm so sorry...you deserve better than a sobbing woman after your journeyings. It will be better, I promise." "Don't say sorry. There's no need. I understand what you are feeling."

(Page 355)

Like you're taking away from Penelope AND Odysseus from something that is so fucking important to their story! HER STORY!!! The fact that they love each other so fucking much!!!

Not only that but the Father/son reunion was very lackluster.

Lots of Argos content though. :'D

LIKE?!?!!? I'm just mindboggled. I don't necessarily "hate" this book. I'm more flabbergasted as I kind of find this whole situation funny. Although I am sad as I wanted moments of her being a young mom, her being with family, her ruling. etc. I just...wanted to VENT!

Again! Don't be mean to the author or people who like this book! I just had to vent about my mind getting boggled for my sanity!

#(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻#how fucking dare you do that to Penelope?! She's cool af being a sneaky lady who's just as shady as her #husband that she loves so much and loves her as much in return!#I don't know how I feel about this book. It's actually strange. like that expression that Shrek has is probably the best way to describe it #rant #odyssey rant #idk I want to have this tagged for my OWN tags but I don't necessarily want to bog down the other tags with this.#Mad rambles #vent #greek mythology retelling #retelling #shot by odysseus #essay

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