#and yeah the travel time does suck when you only get a week or two off work and need to take 4 connecting flights to keep the price down

[transboysokka]

ok like I’m sorry but I DONT get how European/North American people (and I’m only talking about people with the financial means of course, and this also usually extends to people who consider themselves avid travelers) just skip Asia?? because it’s “too far”???? like bitch we have airplanes you can get anywhere in the world in 24 hours or less find a new excuse

[gamblersdoll]

nsfw, implied masturbation, p in v, semi mean bakugou. pro hero bakugou! spit and choking.

it does sometimes suck not having a pro hero line job, always having to be home alone and wait for you boyfriend, dynamite, come home.

this time was harder, since it was your ovulation time around that month. the week before your dreadful period and you needed him. he was supposed to be at some mission in another country, you werent so sure when he would be home.

and those urges were back, rougher and harder than ever since you were all alone..

so you did what was best, right? sliding your right hand down your panties and curling your fingers into your sensitive and swollen g-spot, and a left hand on your tit, it begging for attention since you havent had sexual relations in about two weeks.

it felt good to finally feel something inside you, until your ring notifications came and—

shit, hes home!?

‘baby?’ he shouts out, you hear his gauntlets drop against the door as you scramble to find your clothes, rushing down stairs to greet him.

“how was the mission?” you chuckle, him leaving sloppy kisses all over your cheek and kissing your lips. “did it go as planned?”

“only some minor events, but it went well. hell, it s cause i was there.” he boasts, planting you back down and looking over to the stove. “what’cha cookin’?” he asks, patting a hand on your butt as he sits on the couch.

“some rice and peas, oxtails too. had a craving.” you mumble, it wasnt much of a lie, but a good cover up. he grunts in response, momentarily looking at the tv and then plopping his head back to look at you.

the fuck?

his eyes widen, looking at your frame in just a t-shirt and panties. that wouldn’t normally make him hot and bothered, but the obvious thing did: the white creamy slick in between your legs, and the small evidence on the lower of your asscheek.

he grins, canines barred and he walks to you, hugging you from behind and watches you stir the pot of the gravy covered oxtails. the silence was comforting, his hands rubbing up and down your throat and hips.

“so, did it feel good?” he asks, whispering the question into your ear and still watching your hands.

“did what feel good?” you reply, not paying it much mind.

“you obviously had some fun with your cunt, couldnt even do a simple thing of cleaning up.”

you eat your words, heart beating in a cold sweat and swallowing thickly. “dont get shy now, princess.” he chuckles, taking a hand and slipping it past your panties, a finger intruding into your hole. “shi— this was fuckin’ recent? yer’ still fucking leaking.”

“kat—“ you try, him placing a hand on your throat and tilting your head back to look up at him.

“did it feel good?” he asks again, his hard on pressing between your cheeks and a grin still on his face. you nod, heat forming on your face and ears. “yeah? how many times did the slut cum?” he cooed, bumping his hips into yours slowly.

“i.. didnt get the chance to.” you mumble, reminiscing on you being so close to having that big ‘o’ before he came home and barged himself in.

he sucks his teeth, “oh, really? did i disrupt you?” he cooed again, finger hooking around the waist band and then yanking them down. “poor baby, ill make it up to you.” as he said while he turns down the stove flames to a simmering heat.

he whips you around to the island instead, having you still look up to him from behind. his hand travels behind, pressing into your still leaking hole from the back and curling up into your spot. “now where was that g-spot.. hmm,” he pretended to wonder, feigning confusion. “here?” he curls again, chuckling when you suck in a breath and moan. “oh yeah, it is right there.”

your legs try to close, but his hero boots spread them apart in one swift motion and bending you slightly over the island table. “does that feel good?” he asks softly, causing you to tear up and nod. “yeah? oh, i can tell.”

you choke on your tears, barely can keep your eyes open to look him in the eye. “i–i’m going to cum..” you moan, breath hitching when he speeds up the pace. “ im cumming, im cumming–“ you cry, legs shaking and eyes crossing. your mouth drops into a ‘o’, then your voice works again.

“mm, there ya go..” he mumbles, watching your eyes and kissing your lips. by this time, he’d already had pulled his cock out, it slightly pressing against that other puckered hole moments ago. “you need more than my fingers, i know.”

he did, knowing how much of a needy person you are when in need of cock.

his tip slips in, then he pulls it back out in a tease. “fuck, cant just bottom out so soon, huh?” he teases, tapping his heavy cock onto your plump ass.

“please, katsuki.” you whine, pressing your ass against the heavy balls he hadnt emptied in weeks. he groans, kissing your head and finally, fucking finally, slipping himself in.

and it was like his cock just knew where your g-spot was, because it was already there.

his hand, thats been on your throat this whole time, squeezes just a bit and feels how it expands and shrinks when you moan his name, or moan how good he makes you feel. “yeah? tell me how good this feels.” he growled out, a needy growl since he hasnt cum in the weeks you havent. “how long have you been craving this cock?” he mocks, prying your mouth open with his thumb and spitting in your dark, wet cavern.

you swallow greedily, breathing heavy when his thrusts slow down and he focuses on a slow pace, kissing your bruised and tender lips in a passionate need.

and that only draws out his kids into your womb, a breathy exhale from his nose and a spasming cock inside your walls. “took it so good, baby.” he whispered against your lips, leaning back to check on the food youd made. “luckily we didnt burn the food.”

[melon-fodder]

I’D STILL KNOW YOU • T. Hiragi

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: exes w/ benefits, female bodied reader, semi-public sex, club scene, reader wears a dress, dirty talk, brief fingering & oral, p in v, basically pwp, not really angsty at all

Note: I don't really have an explanation for this other than I'm insanely hot for him lol. enjoy~

Your mouth is so sweet against Hiragi’s, plush and pliant as he kisses you until you’re breathless in his hands. 

“Said we would… stop doing this,” you mumble, smiling against Hiragi when he nips your bottom lip. 

“I know. We’re goin’ to. Last time, I swear,” he says as he backs you into the little table behind you. 

You laugh lightly as he starts kissing down your neck, inhaling your sweet perfume. He used to get high off that shit—still does but refuses to admit it out loud. Rose and vanilla and just a hint of lemon. He was with you when you bought it at that expensive uppity soap shop (had wanted to buy it for you, but you had slapped his hand away from his wallet at the time). 

“That’s what you said last week.” You scratch the back of his head as he moves lower and lower, pulling down the straps of your dress, fingers dancing over bare skin he’s seen countless times before, a good thing considering how dark it is in this little corner. 

Hiragi and a few others from Bofurin were asked to help out as security for a brand new club, just a temporary gig until they got fully staffed, and though the red light district was never his thing, it did give Hiragi a reason to see you in a less-than-modest setting. 

So, what if you were his ex? It wasn’t as if you’d ever stopped truly seeing each other. Near weekly sex hardly counted as a breakup, right? 

You squeal when he sets you on the table, too close to the edge so that it wobbles. Hiragi chuckles, hand splayed across your back as he leans over you to slowly lay you flat. 

“Keep squeakin’ like that and you'll draw attention,” he warns, not as put off by the idea of an audience as he should be. Let them see him with your beautiful body pinned beneath his. 

“I am not squeaking.”

All it takes is Hiragi’s fingers prodding into your ribs to make you release the same noise, and you frantically swat him away, legs kicking on either side of his hips. “S-stop! Not fair.”

“Just provin’ my point.”

You pout. “I liked it better when you were kissing me,” and if that isn’t an invitation, Hiragi isn’t sure what is, dipping further down to catch your lips in his teeth. 

He feels your back arch, pressing yourself against his while gently rocking your hips. Groaning, Hiragi snakes a hand between the two of you, hiking up your little black dress, gripping your thighs, thumb gliding back and forth on supple skin. 

“People could see us,” you pant, but your eyes are closed, and when he asks in a low voice, you want me to stop? you shake your head.  “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

He mouths down your neck, nibbling and sucking and purposely leaving marks. When he gets to your chest Hiragi can’t help but inhale again, nosing at the swell of your breasts as his hand travels higher between your legs. You shiver, the tiniest whimper leaving your throat when he pulls your already low-cut dress down just enough to expose one of your pert nipples.

“Ah, fuck.” You arch again, pressing the bud further into his mouth, hand at the back of his head to encourage him to suck a little harder.

Hiragi feels you reach down, the palm of your hand brushing over his covered cock, and he ruts into it a few times before refocusing his attention where it needs to be–the skimpy underwear that’s more or less plastered to you. He can feel your sticky, swollen folds through the material, running a finger up the seam and groaning around your nipple in his mouth.

“Hope you never stop gettin’ this hot for me,” her mutters just loud enough for you to hear over the club music. The only response he gets his a moan and your legs spreading a little wider.

Hiragi lets your nipple slip out from between his teeth and drops to his knees. In any other situation he would cringe at the sting of tile against bone, but he’s too preoccupied with sliding your thong down your legs, maneuvering it over your heels so that you can keep them on for this. The straps just look too pretty around your ankles, and he impulsively brushes his lips over one of them.

It’s difficult to show any semblance of restraint, but he doesn’t want this to be some sloppy fuck. You deserve more than that. Your perfect pussy deserves more than that, glistening with slick, beckoning to him. Hiragi licks his lips and leans forward, pupils fucking dilated as he spreads you open with his thumbs. Your little hole twitches for him, begging to be filled, and he can’t deny you.

One long finger pushing inside of you has you moaning his name, already clutching at the surface below you, grip tightening when Hiragi gently sucks your clit into his mouth.

His head is hiding you from view, but the fact that you’re spread over a table, letting him go down on you right here and now… It has him sticky with precum. His pants are far too tight, so much so that Hiragi clumsily unbuttons and unzips them to free his aching cock.

“Fuck, baby, you already got me leakin’.”

Your chest rises and falls with every deep breath he pushes from you, but he can still make out the way you whimper, “lemme taste you.”

He could cum right there, but fuck, he wants to feel you. Has to feel you.

Rising from his knees, Hiragi swipes a thumb over his weeping cockhead, gathering pre then leaning over you to press the digit to your lips. “Open up, then, sweetheart.”

You do, staring at him through half-lidded eyes while sucking his thumb into your mouth. So fucking hot and so fucking dirty, and Hiragi knows that he should stretch you out just a little bit more, but he presses his hips forward anyway, lining himself up like it’s second nature (it is).

Your jaw drops open as he works his tip past that first ring of muscle, wet enough that it doesn’t take much effort.

“Relax,” he breathes, kissing your jaw and rocking into you. “Open up for me–I know you can take me.”

He can feel when you start to let go, head lolling backwards as your muscles begin to slacken. Hiragi knows he’s above average length-wise and thick enough to leave your hole nice and loose by the time he’s finished. You’ve sung his praises many times, stroked his ego enough to leave him a little cocky. Your eyes roll aimlessly the further he pushes in, and he’s transfixed by the way your cunt swallows him, clenching around him as if to suck more of him in.

“Jesus–fuck, Ragi…”

“Feel good, baby?” he asks on a groan, bottoming out then shifting side to side to stretch you just a little bit more. “You like bein’ all filled up?”

You nod, yes, yes, yes, silent on your lips. Hiragi grins and sets a pace, not too fast, but every thrust is deep enough to kiss your sensitive cervix. He’s already coated in slick, a ring of thick cream forming at the base of his dick. You spasm around him like you’re struggling to take him, but Hiragi knows better, knows that he’d melded your pussy to the shape of his cock long ago. You feel so good, the perfect fit for him, like two puzzle pieces being snapped together over and over.

No wonder you can’t stop fucking.

Everything has faded–the music, the people. The entire club could be watching, and he’d be none the wiser, too far gone as he pounds into your soft walls. You’re trying to stay quiet, biting your lip, clawing at the table, thighs tight around his waist just the way he likes them. He can feel you quivering, feel how desperate you are for him, and it only makes him fuck into you harder, faster.

Grabbing your hands, Hiragi raises them above your head, presses them against the table with only one of his as he uses the other to reach between your legs.

You can’t hold back your cry when he starts toying with your clit, rolling it under his thumb, pausing to slide a finger alongside his cock to wet it, then returning to the engorged bud.

“G-god, oh my god, p-please.”

“Please what?” he teases, “want me to make you cum?”

You nod dumbly, meeting his thrusts now. The lewd squelching paired with the slap of his balls against your ass has Hiragi dizzy with lust. Why did you break up again? Why did either of you think you could give this up? You’re perfect–perfect for him, and he knows you feel the same way, otherwise you wouldn’t keep coming back.

“Pleasepleaseplease–” A moan catches in your throat, eyes going wide as your pussy seems to open for Hiragi before you start to clench around him. “C-cumming,” you pant like he doesn’t already know.

Hiragi groans, hips stuttering as you all but force his own orgasm from him. He does his best to fuck you through it, slamming into you while painting your insides, muttering the whole time, “take it, take it, baby. Every. Last. Drop.”

And you do. By the time Hiragi stills, his own cum is leaking out around the base of his cock, your cute pussy only able to take so much.

As soon as he releases your hands you’re reaching for him, pulling him into a long, sloppy kiss.

“We’re not gonna stop doing this, are we?” you murmur, not a hint of regret in your voice.

Hiragi grins, catching your bottom lip between sharp incisors, keeping it captive as he answers, “Not a chance.”

[sapphire-writes]

an ego thing ~ modern!Aemond x Reader

Academic Rivals to Lovers Part 8

previous part ~ masterlist

summary: Your travel course is going to Old Valyria for the week! The trip you've looked forward to all semester long. You and Aemond define the relationship. warnings: 18+ (p in v, fingering, oral fem receiving, praise kink, titty sucking, slight body worship, hand over mouth), language word count: 2.7k note: our academic rivals are back! thank you for the love and support, I know this one holds a special place in your hearts and ilysm 💖

“Are you sitting next to me or your boy toy?” Baela asks, emptying her carry-on into the plastic bins provided. 

You flash her a look of annoyance to which she only shrugs. 

“It’s a valid question,” she tells you.

You shake your head, taking a bin. Removing your laptop and other electronics along with your shoes, you hurriedly place them on the conveyer belt. 

“My assigned seat is next to you,” you tell her, giving her a cheeky grin. 

“Yeah but I’m sure his seat buddy would switch with you,” she tells you, moving down the line, “Don’t you want to sit next to your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you answer, much too quickly. 

Baela raises an eyebrow at that.

“You’ve been spending every weekend together, every night together-”

“We have to watch our show,” you interrupt.

Baela purses her lips.

“That’s couple behavior,” she tells you.

“Well he hasn’t asked me yet,” you inform her, “So it’s not official.”

“He better get on it then,” she says scoffing, “That’s your man, what’s he doing?”

You frown, opening your mouth to answer when your professor decides to speak.

“Everyone, come along, gather around,” Professor Orwylle says, holding a small flag above his head to direct the students. 

You push through the remainder of security, struggling to get your sneakers back on as Baela grips your arm tugging you toward the group. You spot Aemond easily, he stands out as he towers above the rest of the group. Professor Orwyle smiles.

“How exciting, to be embarking on our journey!” he muses, “We’ve spent all semester talking about the culture of Old Valyria, their language, and their customs, and now we get to experience them firsthand! How privileged we are to experience this.”

The class mumbles in agreement, and you nod eagerly. It’s true, one of the reasons you took this course was because of the travel component. You meet Aemond’s eyes and he smirks slightly. He looks so fucking good. How does someone look that good for a six-hour flight? 

Carry-on slung over his shoulder he’s wearing a simple black cotton t-shirt that hugs his biceps. Grey sweatpants cover his lower half, slung low on his slim waist. Your eyes drop to the sliver of skin that shows as he stretches, revealing the beginning of his v-line. Your mouth waters at the sight. 

“Earth to Y/N,” Baela teases under her breath, “You’re drooling on your shoes.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, knocking your shoulder against hers.

“The ruins of ancient Valyria,” Professor Orwyle continues, smiling proudly, “What an adventure, we are going on together.”

He checks his watch. 

“Plenty of time before we board, so ready your minds, your hearts!” he continues and you look at Baela, stifling a giggle.

“Um Professor?” Jace Velaryon says glancing at his ticket.

“What is it Jace?” 

“Shouldn’t we be boarding now?” he asks, showing his ticket.

Professor Orwyle glances at it, eyes widening as he notes the time he incorrectly read beforehand.

“Okay! Okay! Everyone, let’s go!” 

Suddenly you’re all sprinting through the airport, desperately trying to make it to your gate. By some miracle you all make it, shoving your tickets through the scanner and bounding down the hallway onto the plane. You follow Balea to your seats, luckily they’re rows of two. You glance across the cabin, spotting Jace Velaryon next to Aemond. Aemond rises from the seat, walking down the aisle to converse with Professor Orwyle. 

Baela glances at you, noting your wishful expression before rolling her eyes.

“Will you go over there?” she teases, “Ask Jace to switch seats.”

“I’m not abandoning you,” you tell her.

“Please, leaving me with big dick Jace is hardly abandonment,” she tells you.

“How do you know his dick is big?” you whisper, eyes wide.

“Please,” Baela says, rolling her eyes, “Have you seen his walk? Big dick walk.” 

You giggle and glance at Jace.

“You sure?” you ask Baela.

“Positive,” she assures you, “Go get your man.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes as you make your way across the cabin to Jace. 

“Hey Jace,” you say, walking up to him, “How’s it going?”

“Hey Y/N,” he says smiling, “Good, though I do get a little nervous flying.”

“I get that,” you tell him, “Um can I ask you something?”

Jace nods, brown eyes wide.

“Would you mind switching seats with me?” you ask, “I know you have a seat next to Aemond and I was hoping to sit next to him.”

“Oh, are you guys a thing?” Jace asks.

“Sort of,” you answer, “Baela’s a good seat neighbor.”

Jace looks behind you and you follow his gaze. Baela tilts her head, waving at both of you. Jace’s cheeks begin to turn a pale pink and he clears his throat. 

“Sure, yeah. Yeah! Yeah, I can totally switch with you,” Jace says, standing nervously, whacking his head against the overhead bin, “Ow-”

“Are you okay?” you ask, concerned as he grabs his carry-on.

“Yup, pretend that didn’t happen, I’m begging you,” he says wincing.

“I don’t think she saw,” you tell him, smiling gently. 

Jace’s cheeks darken and he hurries by you, eager to get to his seat next to Baela. As you take the window seat, Aemond joins you. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” he says teasingly.

“Jace switched with me,” you tell him, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“Lucky me,” he answers, lifting the armrest that separates you, “It would have been a long flight without you.”

His hand curves around the meat of your thigh as he finishes his sentence, long fingers affectionately digging into the soft flesh. Your gaze falls to his sweats once more, those fucking grey sweatpants. You can practically see the entire outline of his dick, he’s probably not even wearing underwear. 

“What?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Nothing,” you tell him, blushing, “I’m just happy to have this seat.”

Aemond hums, squeezing your thigh.

“Want to watch a movie?” he asks, holding out a headphone to you.

Your heart flutters in your chest. It’s cute, and very un-Aemond Targaryen to offer to share headphones and watch a movie together. You take his offer, giving him a small smile and leaning closer to him. 

When you finish the first movie, the cabin is dark with several members of your class sleeping. The flight was a redeye, you’re meant to arrive at Old Valyria in the morning. You glance over at Baela, who has a snoring Jace Velaryon resting his head on her shoulder. Baela’s eyes are closed as well, cheek pressed against his head. You smile at the sight. 

“Looks like everyone is out cold,” you whisper to Aemond, jerking your chin at the rest of the cabin. 

Aemond looks around, pointing at Professor Orwyle who’s mumbling in his sleep, noise-canceling headphones still securely over his ears. You snicker slightly, before curling into Aemond’s side. He brings an arm around you, holding you close. 

“Sleep does sound inviting, right about now,” you admit, yawning for dramatic effect. 

Aemond hums in response, closing his eye. You’re ready to get comfortable and spend the rest of the flight snuggled against him when Baela’s words hit you. Couple behavior. You sit up suddenly, warmth flooding through you.

“What?” Aemond asks, noting your expression.

“Um, nothing,” you say nervously, peeling yourself from his body, “I just have to go to the bathroom.”

Aemond’s gaze flickers across your face, sensing you’re hiding something. But he nods, and stands, allowing you to pass. 

You walk down the dimly lit aisle toward the bathrooms, frantically shoving yourself into the small space. The bright light makes your eyes squeeze shut involuntarily as they take a few moments to adjust. You splash some water on your face, listening to the gentle hum of the plane’s engine, before gazing at your reflection. 

“Chill out,” you tell yourself, “Everything’s good.”

Gods you're so nervous. But Baela’s right. You have been acting like a couple. Why hasn’t Aemond asked you to be his girlfriend? Does he want a girlfriend? Should you ask him to be your boyfriend? 

You chew your lip, lost in thought as a gentle tap comes on the door. As you open it, your eyes widen as Aemond joins you in the small space, closing the door quickly behind him.

“What are you doing?” you hiss, as he flicks the lock. 

“Something’s wrong,” he tells you, “Something’s bothering you, I can tell.”

You cross your arms over your chest, averting your eyes from his piercing gaze. 

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong,” you tell him.

Aemond tilts his head to the side and you glance up at him. He’s not buying it. Not one bit.

“It’s just,” you begin, sighing, “something Baela said that’s all.”

“What did she say?” he asks.

You bite your lip. You’re starting to feel foolish. 

“Just, she just mentioned how we are acting very couple-ish,” you tell him, “but we haven’t really….. defined the relationship.”

A moment of silence hangs between you and you look at him again. His eyebrows are knit together, the chiseled face is lost in thought. Oh gods, maybe he doesn’t want this, maybe- 

“I mean I was waiting for the right time,” Aemond says suddenly, “Preferably not in an airplane bathroom. But…”

Your heart stops beating, eyes widening as you look at him.

“Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?” he asks, taking your hand in his, “I’d really love it if you’d be my girl.”

Your face flushes and a grin breaks out across your face. He wants to be your boyfriend. He wants you. 

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” Aemond says chuckling, “I’ve wanted you to be for a while. I was hoping there would be a moment on this trip for a little getaway where I could officially ask you. But someone,” he squeezes your hand, “is a little impatient.”

“My only flaw,” you tell him, grimacing. 

Aemond chuckles at that, tugging you closer and pressing his lips to yours. The plane shudders as he kisses you, causing you to stumble into him, pressing against his solid chest. You break the kiss with a giggle. 

“We should probably get back to our seats,” you tell him, as his hands dip underneath your sweatshirt and caress the skin of your waist.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, kissing you once more, “I’ve missed you.”

Aemond’s hands move around your hips, grabbing your asscheeks and lifting you onto the counter of the sink. The space is tiny, but with you now seated on the counter it creates a roomier space. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, dragging your nails down the back of his neck. 

He shivers at the action, and you smile into his mouth. Aemond grabs the side of your face before latching his lips to the soft skin of your neck, sucking harshly. You whine as he does so, and he pauses briefly.

“Shhh baby,” he murmurs, kissing your throat, “you have to be quiet.”

“Aemond,” you breathe, “Shit, we shouldn’t do this-”

Aemond hums, hand dipping below your sweatshirt and creeping up toward your breasts. He massages the sensitive mounds in his large hands, kissing your neck all the while, before stopping to tear your sweatshirt over your head. You’re only wearing a tank top underneath, no bra because who wants to wear a bra during a long flight? Not you. 

Aemond pulls the material off, scrunching it around your middle to free your breasts before connecting his hot mouth to your nipples and sucking. You throw your head back as pleasure tingles through you, spreading toward below your naval. 

“Fuck!” you squeak as he removes his mouth with a lewd, wet pop and brings it to your other breast, “Oh gods.”

He swirls his tongue around your pebbled nipple before sucking once more, using his hand to grop the flesh that doesn’t make it into his mouth. He hums against you, looking up through hooded eyes as his mouth works wonders. 

“You getting all nice and wet, baby?” he murmurs, rolling the sensitive nub of your nipple between his teeth, biting down ever so gently, “I know how much you love this.”

“Yes,” you whimper, legs closing around his waist, caging him against you.

“Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy, right here?” he asks, burying his face in your tits once more, “Fucking love this body.” 

“We have to be quick,” you tell him, thighs trembling from just the attention he’s given your tits, “Aem, if we’re doing this-”

“Shhh,” he says, bringing a finger to your lips, “Let me take care of my girl.”

With that, he pulls your leggings down, peeling them from your body leaving you spread out on the counter, cunt glistening with your arousal. He kneels, dragging a finger through your soaked folds. 

“Just fuck me,” you beg, feeling the curve of his nose press into you, nudging against your puffy clit causing your eyes to roll, “Aem, we need to be quick-”

Words fail you as he swirls his tongue expertly over your throbbing clit. Your nails dig into his shoulder, a stifled whine managing to slip through your lips. 

“Come whenever you want, pretty girl,” Aemond murmurs between kitten licks.

Soft slurping noises fill the small space as you desperately try to keep quiet. Every flick of his tongue sends you closer to the edge, and when you feel his long fingers press into your opening crooking up against your spongy walls you shake violently, body wracked with pleasure. 

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, “Come all over my face.”

You bite the back of your hand as you come, orgasm flooding through you like a wave of fire. A thin coat of sweat covers you as Aemond rises, connecting your lips once more in a passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth, tasting your release as you blindly pull down his sweatpants releasing his hard cock, hot and heavy as it slaps against your thigh. 

His large hands drag you to the edge of the counter and you guide him toward your throbbing center. The stretch he gives you truly never gets old, it steals the breath from your lungs each time he fully sheathes himself inside of you. 

“Fucking made for me,” he groans against your shoulder as he snaps his hips against you. 

Wet, slapping sounds fill the space, the scent of sex evident in the air. 

“Fuck, fuck-” you can’t stop the words that spill from your lips and Aemond brings his hand up to cover your mouth as he continues to pound into you.

Your ass dips into the curve of the sink, and Aemond holds your hip firmly to keep you from slipping with every passionate thrust he awards you. The other he keeps securely over your mouth, muffling your moans. Your pussy clenches around him, fluttering around his thick cock as he drives his hips against you. 

“That’s my girl, come all over my cock,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against your ear, “Doing such a good job.”

Nails digging into his shoulders, tears leaking from the corner of your eyes you fall apart, second orgasm flooding through you, trickling through your veins like magma and making your vision blur. 

“Fuuuck,” Aemond practically whimpers as you feel his cock twitch inside you before flooding your inner walls with his warm release. 

He kisses you as he does, and doesn’t stop as you feel him begin to soften, gently sliding out of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, desperate to stay this close to him. Your skin, slick with sweat clings to the fabric of his shirt as his large hands stroke down your sides. 

Finally, you pull away, catching your breath. Aemond smirks slightly, helping you fix your tank top before you slide down off the counter. 

Aemond wipes the fog from the mirror with his forearm.

“You should go first,” you tell him, “I need to pee.”

Aemond smirks at you. 

“Sure you’re not trying to keep this lowkey still?” Aemond teases.

“Get out of here,” you say with a laugh as he leaves the bathroom. 

You finish collecting yourself before exiting the stall and heading back to your seat. Some of your classmates are awake, listening to music, watching movies. As Aemond stands to let you into the seats, you grab the front of his shirt pulling him into a kiss. 

When you break away, Aemond is smirking slightly, arching a brow at you.

“What?” you ask, “I can’t kiss my boyfriend?”

“You can kiss your boyfriend whenever you want,” he assures, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

note: hope you enjoyed this part my loves!!

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[swampstew]

1-800-GRANDLINEBLING ♥ Call Me On My Shell Phone

To celebrate 1K+ followers, I opened up phone lines to the crews! Part 3 of 3 ~ X reader with Franky, Brook, Zoro, and X2 Law for @lil-skelly-bones @starblazer124 @sunshinegat0r @strawheart-pirate @writing-yarn-goblin Part 1 | Part 2

You are now being connected to...

Purururu purururu puru—

Franky: What's cookin' good lookin'? My crew is going to be making port in a few days and I wanted to know if you want to hang out. I mean, only if you enjoy going to shows and concerts and stuff. You know me, I always bring the party. Stop playing, you know you love hanging out with me. Heh is that so? Alright, I can do that. I look forward to seeing you. We're gonna have a SUPER Great Time!

Maybe the best thing I've ever done was wait. I made an art form out of endurance. You were worth every single moment - Tyler Knott Gregson

Brook: Yo-ho-ho! Hello my dear, I deeply apologize for the lag in communications recently. The lines were dead, just like me! :D Thankfully, we'll be reaching land in a days time and I was hoping you'd have some freedom in your schedule to pencil me in! You do? Wonderful! I'll be there posthaste. I've brought you some more trinkets and oddities I think you'll enjoy, and as always, I'm the oddest! YOHOHOHO

A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you ― Elbert Hubbard

Zoro: Hey, how have you been? Good, listen um I'll be in your area and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. I know you like going to the botanical gardens and I know there are some you've been wanting to go to, I can take you if--oh? Yeah no sure, that sounds good. Alright, I'll see you in two days. Yeah yeah I missed you too...

You weren't surprised when you got a follow up call to pick Zoro up. Allegedly, there had been an issue with his transportation and when you pulled up to the scene, you were very confused about the minivan full of yarn and wool that Zoro was resting on.

"Hey! This was my ride until it broke down. I replaced the tires but I don't know shit about engines so we called roadside assistance. As thanks for the tire replacement, these ladies will give you as many spools of fiber you want. Go nuts."

With an excited squeal, you picked a conservative number of spools before throwing your arms around the Marimo who blushed profusely. He helped carry them to your car and the two of you began your trek to the botanical gardens.

The first stop - and to Zoro's horror - an outdoor garden with a hedge maze.

After getting lost and hitting your sixth dead end, he let out a frustrated sigh, " You're supposed to be the one with directional skills."

"I wanted to see how bad with directions you really are," you teased him back.

"Heh, well now you know I'm unreliable," he gave you a sheepish smile. "Speaking of, I know you said you had some accrued vacation time. I was wondering if you'd like to come with us on our next voyage. We ship out next week. I could use really use the help to not get lost...if that's something you're into..."

You didn't waste a second, "Yes! I mean, if you really want me to come with."

Zoro gave you a surprised look, "TCH of course I want that, why do you think I asked? It sucks being away from my---," he looked at you with wide eyes, "My...my..." he trailed off.

"Your what?" you asked with big does eyes.

"From...us...you..." he finally drawled out. The seconds dragged before Zoro put on a brave face and tentatively kissed you for the first time. "So if you want to like...be with me or whatever...you should travel with me."

Law: Hey honey, I hope you've been well. Listen, I'll be coming ashore sooner than expected so don't make any plans alright? I want to take you out and spend all my shore time with you before the next trip. I'm looking forward to cuddling in bed and trying out those new restaurants you told me about. I also picked up an indie game from the last island I visited, I know you're going to love it. I'll see you soon!

There is something about falling in love with a beautiful mind that makes me crave their skin. As if gripping onto the back of his shoulders whilst my body is pressed beneath his is all I've left to save me from drowning - Cindy Cherie

Law: Buenas tardes, amorsita. Did you eat lunch already? Good, good. No, I'm not doctoring you - I'm just making sure my girl is doing well. Can't help it. Heh - you're always spicy, mami. I'll be visiting in a few days, can I take you out? Really, I can stay with you? You're so sweet. Ok, can't wait to spoil you when I see you. Vegan donuts? Say less, I'm there! See you soon.

"Here, I know it's not that cold out, but you'll need it for later," Law smirked at you as he handed you an oversized bag. Opening it, you found a magenta colored fur coat - not all the different from his own blue coat.

"Oh? What's going on later?"

"Nope, you're not allowed to ask questions. Go pack a bag and I'll set up lunch. I also got you this cute headset for when we game together," he said with a shy smirk.

You knew Law was a romantic, deep down, and it was so cute seeing himself open up like that to you, so early in your new relationship too.

"Let's just say, I'm going to sweep you off your feet tonight, and every night we spend together."

[hotxcheeto]

Ok requests are open (at least I think I could be wrong) but could you do vampire reader and Chloe as a mythical creature couple of can be fic or headcannon of your choosing

━ 𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Chloe Price x G/N!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing?, mentions of blood/consuming it (obvi), compliments towards you, very light angst, lots of fluff

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - ilyyyyy

i believe that as a vampire, there is a certain level of confidence you just unintentionally gain

you become a badass essentially

and so the years pass after your initial turning and you end up wandering through a tiny town called Arcadia Bay that just screams 'i'm a mystery' in a very coming of age book esc way

you sit down at a nice diner only to end up into a very obnoxious yet amusing nineteen year old nightmare that somehow reminds you of an old friend

so you get to talking

and it doesn't take chloe long to realize there's just something a bit off about you

maybe it's the way you pick up on the smallest of sounds

or how often you won't answer her messages until well into the night because sometimes you just 'don't wanna fight the sun'

and then there's the rings you claim as magic for a 'nice tan' ?

oh and your strange longing stare at blood

okay that one was only once when accidentally cut herself opening her amazon package and she just thought you were really weird with blood cause that's natural for people but... then chloe pulled a bella swan

yep she whipped out google and boom, the vampire diaries answered everything for her

and also why she avoided that series like the plague

jokes about it to see your reaction and you just give her the most obvious side eye while doing that fake laugh moms do when they're toddler does a spin as a trick

but of course that's crazy chloe and it becomes like an inside joke between you two until she caught you sucking on a bag that was suspiciously hospital like

yeah, you had to fess up then

she's got a lot of questions so you better prepare yourself to answer them all

do you actually sleep in a coffin? do you drink blood strictly cause she seen you eating fries at her moms diner, is that for show?

why do you not burn in the sun? do you live forever? are you secretly edward cullen???????????

you of course answer them to the best of your abilities while trying not to laugh at her because you understand the curiosity

and it makes chloe want to jump your bones even more than she already had before because you were sexy

and now she finds out your a sexy vampire?!?!?!?!

time goes on and she really tries catering to you and your needs with your diet and the sometimes just wanting to avoid the sun even with your ability to protect yourself from it

and chloe LOVES hearing your traveling stories and your stories of others like you and even more supernatural types out there

not only are you hot - you're also fascinating

her mind starts to wander though, and she has a lot going on with her life y'know and she starts wondering if life would better as what you were

you notice Chloe's sudden shift in her feelings and her demeanor and you feel like it's your fault but it's not, truly

then she confesses it to you, she wants to be turned

at first you deny it, you don't want her subjected to the a lot of the hell you'd gone through with your transformation and newly born lifestyle until you realize how much you'll actually hurt when you leave her

you'd never loved someone so deeply before and seeing her so in pain with her life and so in love with you as well

she didn't hate you for saying no, she understood but totally had a teenage emo phase once more and got pouty for a while, even begged you a bit

you caved, you def caved i mean who wouldn't

but you reminded her and gave her weeks to contemplate everything she could gain but also lose

she loved her mom still and she'd adore her forever, because now she was forever as were you

and she's fun, oh yeah, she can party all night and sleep and cuddle all day with you

[ishouldbedoinghw]

You Can't Erase Me

One Piece fanfic, part 10: Calico Jack

Previous parts are in my pinned masterlist.

A woman enslaved by the celestial dragons is found by a man with red hair. Angst and comedy ensues.

A/N: Y'all know the drill. This chapter is the one that inspired this entire story. I was driving and listening to this song when a great idea that I really hope doesn't suck exploded into my head. Also I finally got a new computer since I've been working a couple of jobs this summer before moving back to college.

Also I would like to preface this chapter by saying this has a good bit of dancing described in it. The only experience I have with dancing is country western swing dancing and white person line dancing. It might be bad. Dead dove do not eat.

TW: Bad descriptions of dancing and music, thirsting over a vampire, alcohol consumption, drunkenness, Shanks

The first swig from Maria's bottle was, frankly put, fucking terrible. This was the crap Shanks was always chugging?

As I spluttered, trying my best to hand back the bottle before I dropped it, Maria and her friend were giggling behind polite hands.

"Never had liquor before? Traveling with Red-Hair? And I'd bet money on you being almost ten years older than the two of us."

Almost ten years? How young were these girls? How old was I?

"Listen, I had some health problems, alright? And how old do you think-"

Maria's hands shot up in surrender. "Sorry, didn't mean anything by it, we didn't know."

Her friend, still slightly giggling, took the bottle from me and took a swig herself.

"Look, this stuff is cheap, so it isn't about tasting it, you've gotta just let it be nasty and focus on what it's doing to you." She handed it back to me, her long nails curled around the bottle neck.

It tasted just as nasty the second time, but at least I was prepared for it. I swallowed it quickly, doing my best to keep a straight face.

As Maria took the bottle back to hide it away, her friend started to study me, clicking her tongue occasionally. My face burned a bit at being studied again, and it made me wonder if I really looked as good as I felt.

"Maria, you really don't miss, do you?" She laughed, and started to head back down the hall, seemingly satisfied. "Let the newbie know what her big job is tonight, and have her watch during the first couple of songs, so she at least doesn't go in blind."

"Yeah, yeah," Maria called back, shaking her head. "A control freak, that one."

Fiddling with the lace on my corset, I watched Maria finish adjusting herself in the mirror. After she seemed satisfied, she beckoned me to follow her as she went down the hallway after her friend.

"So- what is it that I have to do, exactly?" I ask, nervously gripping my skirt, trying to adjust to walking in it.

"So, every week we have a night where we do the Calico Jack- one of the older, tougher girls is picked to find someone in the crowd to dance with to a song about running off with a pirate." She stopped to adjust a strap on one of her shoes, and I almost run into her. "I personally don't see the appeal in it, and neither does Delilah, but it always brings in a big crowd of rowdy men who pay plenty money to drink and feed their egos if the girl picks 'em."

"That's why we get a grown woman to do it, too- in case a fight breaks out over who gets picked, the dancer doesn't get hurt." She continues. "We try to stay away from the really wild ones- we had a big ginger muscleheaded prick get upset a while back, his blonde boy-toy or whatever had to drag him out."

My mouth had gone quite dry at this point, though whether it was from the liquor or my nerves I wasn't quite sure. I had to dance with a stranger? Hell, I don't think I'd ever danced before. My plans for tonight were to maybe dance with Benn, and then to just listen to something other than the crew's terrible singing. And yet, here I was, painted as a doll ad about to be strung up like a puppet because of some old woman I didn't even know.

"Do I-?"

"Yes, you have to do it, I'd like to keep my room and my nice-paying job, thank you very much." Maria was trying to sound confident and relaxed, but I could see the sweat starting to bead on her neck and face. "Listen, no one would question it if you just picked Red-Hair, and you'd likely avoid a fight that way too, no one would argue that he's handsome and powerful."

I started to argue about calling Shanks anything other than annoying, but I stopped myself- I couldn't deny she had a point. No one would recognize me as the girl he came with, and he was powerful enough to avoid confrontation with someone else. Shit, she might've just given me an easy way out of this mess. I would just get the one dance over with and-

"Of course, before that dance, you've gotta join the rest of the tavern dancers since we're short one."

Of course.

She shoved me, clearly seeing my face. "Listen, it really isn't as bad as it sounds. For whatever reason, the boss has faith in you. She doesn't just drag random strangers out of the crowd- well, at least not all the time." She said with a laugh.

As we neared the end of the hallway, I was expected to be met with some kind of music, or lights like before. Instead, the dance hall was dark and quiet, with only the light hum of hushed conversation. Maria was gripping my shoulder, and I could see her straining to get a glimpse of something off to our right. I tried to follow her gaze, but all I could get was dim outlines of figures, and the flash of something shiny reflecting the dim light of the hallway.

As Maria's grip tightened, chills shot through my body. A whisper from the right made the room a silent vacuum, and I strained to hear the words.

"Hickory, oak, pine and weed-" A small flame flickered in the distance, lighting up the face of the old woman who'd woken me up. Delilah. Her voice was softer, yet somehow stronger when she was singing. Perhaps it was the lack of grouch. A drum was the only instrument playing, only hitting one note to make a beat.

"Bury my heart underneath these trees-" My body froze, waiting for the adverse reaction I'd had when Emily had been preforming.

"And when a southern wind comes to raise my soul-" She drew out the last note in a slight vibrado, and I found myself wondering how the hell I knew that.

"Spread my spirit like a flock of crows." I saw the flash again, and as I focused, I could make out someone holding a guitar, a sleek, slim version of the one Yassopp owned but couldn't play.

"'Cause I loved ya for too long, I loved ya for too long," Her voice was getting stronger, and louder, the den-den mushi in front of her picking up more sound.

"I loved ya for too long-" She held the last note in a vibrado again, holding it out until she was nearly whispering again. Her voice was admittedly beautiful, if not a bit haunting.

"Old heat of a raging fire, Come and light my eyes Summer's kiss through electric wire- But I'll never die-"

The stage lights all came on at once, showing off just how massive it was. A full band stood to the left of Delilah, while a handful of the girls I'd seen earlier were standing to the right, all with their own den-den mushi. On the same beat, as Delilah shifted to a full belt on the end of "die," the girls burst into operatic backup vocals, and the band started playing at top volume. The drum continued at a slightly faster pace, and the guitar strummed at a slow, steady pace to match it, contrasting the passionate voices of Delilah and her choir.

"Sycamore, ash, moss and loam Wrap your roots all around my bones And when they come for me When they call my name Cast my shadow from a bellow's flame-"

Chills ran up my spine, and my heart seemed to seize in my chest. I panicked, thinking I would pass out again, but my breath remained steady, and my mind clear. What the hell was going on?

"Cause I loved ya for too long I loved ya for too long I loved ya for too long So let the storm come-"

My body trembled, my mouth was dry once again, and the back of my neck was coated in a sheen of sweat. My heart was pounding against my ribs, my eyes watered, and I wanted to scream.

"Old heat of a raging fire Come and light my eyes Summer's kiss through electric wire But I'll never die I will never die You can bury my body but I'll never die-"

It was the best thing I could ever remember experiencing. Like a piece of me I'd been searching for ever since I woke up on that damned ship had finally come back.

I loved music. I've always loved music. I could feel it in the depths of my soul, in every bone in my body.

My entire life, I have always loved music.

The way Delilah ripped through the vocals was a storm tearing through the fields of my mind. Every sound I could make out on that stage rocked me to my core.

Watching Delilah's passion was almost as good as listening to it. Her eyes seemed to be gleaming like fire, and she spit out every word as if she had lived through the song over and over again, like she'd truly meant all of it. I'd believe it if they said she was an immortal deity from her stage presence alone.

Her boots stomping caught my attention as she transitioned to the bridge. All instruments but the drum had stopped playing again, and I could hear the thunder of voices in the crowd join her.

"In the dead of night I'm gonna loose these chains Mmm, I'm gonna run and run and run and run and run I'm gonna run and run and run and run Coming for you again Oh, coming for you again-"

The instrumental that followed blew me away once again. I never knew someone could make the instrument Roux purposefully hid from Yassopp sound so damn beautiful. Leading up to the last run of the chorus, Delilah was screaming her vocals, and a new chill ran through my body.

I need to do that one day.

All I wanted, with my entire being, was to be singing these songs with as much passion as she did, in the hopes I could feel something other than fear, anger, or shame.

As Delilah sang the final chorus, she spread her arms, letting her large coat that had been hanging over her shoulders fall to the ground. She was surprisingly muscular for her age, and-

Holy shit, she didn't have any hands.

Her arms ended at the wrists, and were webbed in a messy array of scars. The crowd screamed at the reveal, whether out of fear or something else, I couldn't quite tell.

Maria started to cheer at my side, startling me. She started shaking my arm and bouncing up and down, still yelling her ass off. I didn't pay much attention to it, distracted by Delilah's performance. It wasn't that her lack of hands was a shock in itself; I'd seen where Shanks had lost his plenty. I simply wondered how in the world she'd slapped me so effectively earlier.

"You ready?" Maria yells in my ear, her voice fuzzy with all the noise.

"Ready for wh-" And she shoved me in the direction of the stage as the room grew dark again. I flailed about and stumbled a bit, before one of the male dancers, a dark-haired, freckled young man, caught my arm.

"Newbie, right? You know the Mull River Shuffle, yeah?" He hooks his arm in mine, pulling me to the opposite side of the now empty dance floor.

"The fucking what-"

"Yeah, Maria said you might not, don't worry, you just gotta follow my lead. You dance some, yeah?"

"No-"

The guitar starts a faster rhythm than before, and the lights flash on again, making my vision spotty. My partner squeezes my arm, catching my attention before he starts moving around the floor with the other dancers in a wide circle. The more we moved, the slower and dizzier I felt we were moving. The steps I took to mirror his were clumsy, and my neck burned in shame at how stupid I likely looked.

"You know, Maria failed to mention she got you drunk as hell." What?

"I'm not-"

"Not even the clutziest of kids are so unsure of where their own damn foot is. You're thinking way too hard, you've gotta trust yourself. The liquor is supposed to take away fear, not grace."

I'm not sure why I giggled, and as we paused to turn and move the opposite direction, my body still felt it was moving around.

"I'm about to spin you towards the middle, don't puke." He was irritated now, and I felt terrible. He hadn't asked for a shitty partner tonight, yet here I was. I just let him sling my body around, and I grew a bit lightheaded at the speed.

"That wasn't half bad, think you can go faster?" The relief that flooded me was almost overwhelming, and I couldn't help but giggle again. I'm not sure why the little phrase had made me so happy.

Trust yourself.

The words rang in my ear as the tempo of the song picked up again, and the group of dancers split down the middle, my partner shoving me gently to line up opposite him.

As everyone stepped toward the middle again to meet their partners, I did the same; although I was half a stride behind them. My partner made up for the time, quickly spinning us around and pushing me in the direction he'd come from.

The more I relaxed, and the more I let myself move and spin and step to the music, the more fun I let myself have. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind when Shanks had made me leave the ship, but I had to admit to myself that I was actually having a great time.

"Told you, just let go." He was smiling at me now, and I couldn't help but excitedly smile back.

"You know, I've never danced as far back as I can remember." I wasn't sure why it felt so good just to talk for the hell of it.

"Yeah, I could kind of tell that when we started."

I giggled again, then had to catch my breath as he spun me around again.

"Yeah, I don't think I've ever had so much fun."

It was his turn to laugh then, before we split into two lines again. He didn't have to push or pull me this time, and I was able to keep up with the pace of the rest of the line.

As the song ended, he pulled me over to Maria, who was still standing off to the side of the stage.

"You've got to stop giving me the drunk ones, man." He elbows Maria in the ribs, and she laughs, shoving him away.

"It looks like she got the hang of it by the end, be grateful she didn't vomit on you or something, Zutsu," she said, reaching over to fix my skirt.

"We've got Rove and Go next, you know that one?" Zutsu asks. "I'm not sure where the hell you came from, but I don't know anyone that doesn't know the Rove."

For some odd reason, I felt I did know the song, like it was some common knowledge that was ridiculous not to remember.

"Maybe? I'm not sure-"

"Good enough, maybe it'll jog your memory when you hear it." He pulled me back to the dance floor, into a line of dancers that snaked through the entire hall. "Listen, I usually take the lead on this one, but we'll stick to the back to keep you comfortable."

And keep me from embarrassing you. I couldn't even bring myself to be upset, Maria made it sound like the quality of performances were held in high regard by everyone here.

The tempo of this song started much faster than the last, the drums kicking in at full volume, followed by a fiddle that was one of the sweetest sounds I'd ever heard.

It was the first line of the song that sent a cold shock down my spine, and made sweat cling to my face.

Why shouldn’t she go she’s only ninety?

Delilah held out the last note of the line, and my skin grew clammy. I knew this song. I was sure I'd known this song almost as long as I had loved music itself. My hand shook in Zutsu's, and he squeezed it, muttering, "Don't puke yet," as he started stomping his feet on beat with the rest of the dancers. As if they had a mind of their own, my feet did the same.

I know the dance. I could remember every movement to the dance Zutsu was about to lead me through. I could hear it in my head, to the rhythm of the song, in counts of four.

Stomp, shuffle, stomp, shuffle-

Scoot back, back, back-

Away from your partner, back to your partner-

Holy shit.

"Look at you, you do know this one." Zutsu says, loosening his grip on my hand.

I wanted to cry, puke, and laugh all at once. I used to dance. I had to have grown up dancing. To my disappointment, I couldn't remember any more dances offhand, but it did little to stifle my excitement.

Every step, every dip, and every spin made my heart feel as it were flying through the sky over the bright ocean, free as a wild bird. I was addicted to the dizziness, the breathlessness, and the feeling of my body moving with the music. This, right here, was something I'd been born to do. I felt it in my soul the same way I'd felt when I heard Delilah sing. My body, mind, and spirit felt at peace, and I felt like I had some kind of purpose other than being the crew's fragile pet.

"Hey-" Zutsu's voice cut through my thoughts. "During the bridge, when the fiddle goes crazy, we don't keep in line, we'll split off and start two-stepping around the audience, try to get them to dance, yeah?"

"Oh- alright, got it," I said quickly. Relief swept through me as I realized I knew exactly what he was talking about. Two-stepping with a partner was one of the most basic skills I'd learned when I was just a kid- how I knew that, I had no idea. I couldn't picture memories so much as feel it, my mind trying to grasp some physical evidence that wasn't there.

Zutsu pulled me to face him, and he kept his back in the direction we traveled as we kept a fast paced two-step. I fell into the rhythm he set easily, and almost wept at how at home it all felt: the fast pace, the grip he had on my hand, and even the burning in my right calf and left hip.

"You had to have been holding out on me before," Zutsu laughed, guiding me in an impromptu spin that had a small part of the audience cheering. "You dance as naturally as you breathe when you know what the hell you're doing."

I giggled back, heart soaring at the compliment. It made me want to try more, to do something other than-

"You wanna try swing dancing some?" He asks, as if he read my mind.

I nodded eagerly, my heart pounding again as I recall the term, knowing exactly what he meant.

He pushed me out and away from him, before pulling me back in. I knew the steps by heart, I could feel them in my feet and fingers as I ducked under his arms and spun behind him, before twisting around as he caged me in his arms. He spun me around as fast as I could twice, before finishing with a dramatic dip, my "hair" nearly touching the floor.

"Please tell me you're sticking around after tonight, you're the first partner I've had that could move so damn fast."

I clicked my tongue, looking up at him with a twinge of disappointment. "I'm honestly sorry, but I'm just passing through with a group of- with a crew," I finished hastily.

He raised a brow. "Red-Haired Pirates, right? I'm pretty sure I saw you come in on the captain's arm."

I grimaced at the notion my disguise hadn't worked as well as I'd hoped. "I- yeah," I muttered weakly, sheepishly looking at the floor.

"Don't sweat the whole Emily thing," he shrugged, and did his best to wipe a few droplets of sweat from his cheek. "I only knew it was you because I've been staring you in the face, and I was close by when they dragged you backstage. No one in the audience will be able to tell." He poked me playfully. "Not even your Calico Jack of the night."

I groaned at the mention of that stupid dance. "Why do I-"

"Please don't get me booted from this place by answering that honestly. I'd hate to say anything untoward about my boss and her- interesting notions."

I decided not to press the issue, and to take comfort in the fact that Shanks was here for me to make an easy pick. I was also itching with curiosity to hear every song of the night, and to see if I could recall any more dances.

I wasn't sure my legs could take another step as the song finally ended. Zutsu made sure I took a long swig of water and sat down for a minute before disappearing backstage, leaving me with a very bouncy and tipsy Maria.

"That was- burp- incredible!" she shouted, throwing an arm around me. "No offense, but I thought it'd all go to shit."

I grimaced, choosing to focus on the compliment. "Yeah, thanks."

"You knowwww- the next dance is allll yours," she giggled, then nearly knocked me over trying to wave at one of her friends.

My mouth went dry. Already? I thought I'd have a couple more dances to get more comfortable, maybe figure out something simple to start the song with.

"Don't even sweat it, baby, you'll do great." She fixes one of the stray curls stuck in the top of my corset. "Plus, you look great, so it won't even matter."

Her reassurance did little to ease the nausea building in my gut.

---

I'll never forget the song that echoed through the room next. It wasn't anything spectacular, like the operatic section of the first performance. It was just a small tradition in a dance hall that would one day outlive me. But one moment in that song changed my life forever.

The Calico Jack song was an old ballad about a young lady running from her abusive marriage to live on the sea after meeting a handsome pirate in a tavern.

Of course, the only thing I knew at the time was that I had walk around at least once in the room, and pick a partner before the first chorus of the song started playing.

"It was a borin' Evenin' Down at the tavern My husband left for sea again And I was sick of waitin'-"

The song started, and I could feel my heart in my throat as I started my walk around the room.

All you have to do is walk once around and then to Shanks.

My steps felt too loud, the room was too big, and I was moving too fast, not really paying attention to who was actually there.

Look up, look up, look up, look up-

I tried to convince the crowd that I was looking, studying for the most eligible one there. I couldn't convince myself into thinking I was giving a good performance, however. My heartbeat grew louder as the audience cheered when I walked by, and I gave a weak smile, trying to look like I knew what the hell I was doing.

"Sick of drinkin' And thinkin' And questioning my measure Then suddenly A breeze came through the door-"

And then I caught a glimpse of him.

The most beautiful man I could ever think up in my head was sitting on the outermost edge of the crowd, sipping a glass of wine. He had a feathered hat that hung low over his face, but it wasn't enough to conceal his eyes- bright gold, with rings of orange, the strangest eyes I'd ever seen. His hair and beard were nearly black, but against his pale skin I could see the slightest tinge of brown. He was all sharp angles; high cheekbones, a sharp jawline and nose, even his facial hair was shaved into neat lines.

"He was smilin' Blindin' The pirate, Jack Rackham He tipped his hat and that was that I was in love with him-"

I would've liked to say that the great golden sword leaning on the table was what I saw next, but I couldn't. His large coat was ornate and expensive-looking; it was also completely open, his torso completely bare, save for a large golden cross hanging from his neck. Damn. That's all I could think- damn. He was, with no other way to put it, absolutely gorgeous.

And the little, nagging, tempting thought that I both curse and thank God for to this day wouldn't hush in my head. Ask him to dance.

And I wanted to. So, so, badly did I want to walk right up with all the confidence in the world and ask him to dance with me. It felt as if my entire body was burning at the prospect of even looking at him again.

"Oi, over here, Spooky!" Shanks was in front of me now, grinning and waving like the idiot he was. I mustered a weak smile back, quickening my pace and trying to ignore the feeling that the entire room was watching my every move.

Benn had to reach over and keep Shanks from standing to pull me into a hug, which I thanked him for with a polite smile. Yasopp was trying his best to make me lose my composure with stupid faces, and I was failing miserably at keeping my lips from twitching.

Maria was giving me a cheerful thumbs up, Zutsu and her blonde friend, whose name I really needed to learn, by her side as I passed around a second time. This round, I couldn't help but look for the beautiful man. Half of me hoped he wasn't there, and I wouldn't have to worry about getting up the courage to ask him anything, but the other half would have been crushed if he was gone.

He was still there, still sipping from his wine glass, in the exact same position as before, and still as devastatingly gorgeous.

Ask him, you'll regret it if you don't.

Yeah, sure, and embarrass myself to pieces if he refuses me.

I paused for an instant, hearing what sounded like the first line of the pre-chorus from Delilah. Shit shit shit shit shit-

I had to hurry along, or I'd make a fool of myself regardless of who I picked.

Shanks. I'll just go to Shanks. Maybe Benn, if he's too drunk.

But my feet carried me, trembling, to the man sipping his wine.

"Calico Jack Calico Jack I've never met a man here looking like that-"

Still trembling, I held out my hand. His eyes seemed to cut into me like knives, and he didn't move.

But neither did I.

The room had gone silent, and all I could hear was Delilah's voice and the band. Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead, and my hand faltered slightly. I did my best to give a polite smile to him, praying he would hurry up and either refuse me or take my hand.

"Calico Jack You've met your match Calico Jack Won't you give me my heart back-"

I started to turn away, ready to just ask Shanks, or piss myself, whichever came first, before I felt it.

His hand wasn't particularly warm, and it was rough with calluses that I presumed were from the giant sword sitting beside him. His touch was tentative for a split second, before committing and fully grabbing it before standing.

Damn, he was tall. I was eye-level with his collarbone, and was trying my best not to gawk at the chest below it when he gingerly grabbed my waist. I jumped at first, forgetting why I'd come up to him in the first place.

"Your friends have been trying to get you to back away since they saw you looking this way. Should you have listened?"

As bored as his tone sounded, his voice melted me like butter. Fuck. This was embarrassing.

"I just- it felt right to ask you," I blabbered, trying to avoid eye contact with him.

He let out a hmf before stepping closer toward me. I snapped out of my trance at the proximity, and hurriedly stepped out toward the dance floor, pulling him with me. Maria and the rest of the dancers were in my peripheral, all looking as if I'd died in front of them.

Was it so hard to believe I could get a good-looking stranger to dance with me? I'd thought that at least Maria had some faith in me.

We settled into a fast-paced rotating two-step, and as we passed around the room, the audience grew rowdy again. I hadn't realized my decision had held so much weight here, but perhaps the little custom meant more to people here than I realized.

I dared to look back up at his face, and instantly started to sweat again as his gazed pierced through me. Shit, he was even more beautiful up close. He'd taken the lead in the dance now, and surprisingly, held himself with the grace of an experienced dancer. Judging by his looks, I could have guessed he'd waltzed or something fancy like that at some point in his life, but he didn't seem the type to be in a dark, noisy place like this. Nor did he seem to be the type to take part in dancing recreationally as a whole.

Too nervous to say anything directly to him, I offered him my best version of a pleasant smile. He remained stoic, but I could have sworn I saw the corner of his mouth prick up.

I was trying my damnest to ignore the lovely shape of his lips when he asked, "What's your name?" it was a piss-poor, stiff attempt at being polite, but I appreciated it nonetheless.

"Jett."

"How lively."

I hummed in response, unsure of what to say.

"Your first dance tonight was... interesting to watch."

Oh, that was mortifying. My face burned, and I could feel my palms growing sweaty.

"I, uh, I'm new here, I hadn't danced in a while, and-"

"You were drunk?" The corner of his lip was quirked up again, just barely noticeable.

"Yeah, but-"

"And now-"

"There's no need for you to be an asshole," I muttered, my embarrassment reaching my tongue before common sense could hold it.

He gave the impression that not many people stood up to him with the way his brows furrowed just slightly. Thankfully for me, he also seemed to want to keep his composure.

He liked being in control.

Perhaps it was the lingering effects of alcohol that made me gather the courage, but that one slip in his stoic expression made me determined to make him crack.

Perhaps a small part of me wanted to see him really smile.

"So- you've been watching me tonight?"

"Don't flatter yourself."

"That didn't answer the question."

"Please, if I wanted to watch someone drunkenly stumble about, I wouldn't have come all the way here." He was trying so hard to stay grumpy, it was laughable.

As controlled as his expression was, he had one fatal tell- those pretty eyes. And they seemed to like to shift the slightest bit down every now and then before looking me in the face again. There.

"You know, you might think my dancing is subpar, but you certainly don't mind peeking at my-"

His grip tightened on my waist, although his face remained neutral. Leaning down, the brim of his hat grazed my temple.

"You are the last one who can make any comments about any sort of inappropriate glances, dear." As he withdrew, he brushed a stray curl over my shoulder.

I hated that he was right, and his touching wasn't doing much to help my case.

Neither was that very open coat that revealed a little more of his waist each time stepped with his right foot. What was somehow more impressive was that he was completely unfazed by dancing. I was sweating and aching, and a few annoying bits of my "hair" kept sticking to the back of my neck.

As thrilled as I was at the chance to dance with such a handsome man, I couldn't help but think it was such a pity he turned out to be so glum. Witty, certainly, but still a bit sour. To be fair, I also couldn't judge him based on his attitude, as I also wasn't exactly sunshine and rainbows.

We were actually quite alike, I found, as the dance ended, and the two of us were promptly pulled aside by a very loud ginger man. It seemed the both of us were equally as annoyed by him.

"Oi, Hawkeyes, I didn't know you had that in you," Shanks was slightly slurring his words, but still remained perfectly upright.

Hawkeyes? Oh, shit-

I'd just danced with the world's strongest swordsman, a fucking warlord, Dracule "Hawkeyes" Mihawk.

[jaggedwolf]

pll rewatch 1x03-1x04

this is happening, apologies in advance to everyone who did not experience pll-era jaggedwolf, including the two knuckleheads dragged into watching this show

I was so distracted by the horror of having to actually watch the Ezria of it all that I entirely forgot about Wren, and the Hastings family going "boo you whore" at Spencer for the audacity of being kissed by a grown man. What's the point of being lawyer parents if you don't threaten the fully adult man kissing your daughter instead of being mean to her.

but who are the Hastings if they don't pick the "Be Mean To Spencer" button whenever it appears? I forgot it started so early

other thing that starts early: A liar going, well, what the fuck do we do, Spencer?? and Spencer going ??? I don't know!!!!!???

First appearance of Noel's cabin! It has a foosball table. Noel did you have to spend money on that photo booth or did your parents have that lying around.

Here I contemplate the economic stratus of the parents of Rosewood (~7k population, along the Main Line, unincorporated?) and their frequent traveling for work, though here the Hastings are Out of Town for Melissa reasons.

I've never thought about Toby punching out Ben in the context of what we later learn about Toby, but huh. considering that.

you know, Sean did nothing wrong. Dude did not want to fuck and got his car wrecked for it. Just remembered the other plotline he's briefly involved in this season through no fault of his own and am laughing, he is here to be utterly clueless.

Hanna is still so good though <3

Group flashback time - when Alison tears into Hanna, it's Aria who speaks up. Something to keep track of, maybe, for the pre-disappearance dynamics

The first two episodes have Emily-Aria and Hanna-Spencer link up as pairs, the former feeling like outsiders to the town, the latter the shining stars on the edge of flaming out.

These eps have no Emily-Aria, each wrapped up in their own secrets, but we get a bunch of Hanna-Spencer. Spencer tells Hanna about the plagiarism first, Hanna talks to her about dad dinner outfits, Spencer asks Hanna when she needs a ride from the motel. ....Is S1 going to make me contemplate Spencer/Hanna? I have no complaints.

(To be fair, I'm not sure Emily has her own car at this point. We only see her with the bike and in other people's cars so far, which would make sense for the Fields. Am I going to start tracking proof of car ownership? Maybe.)

A's responses when the girls block unknown numbers are good. The missing girl poster, the frickin song dedication, the jungle red lipstick on a mirror! Can't wait for A to hit the girls up on Excel

god does tom marin suck. and byron. and ezra. and wilden. let's stop there before I list every man in rosewood

except for toby, whose only crime these episodes is failing to make non-creepy expressions. then again, he spent a year in reform school wearing that terrible durag. that must do damage to a fella.

am reminded that Aria can be fun when she's not mired in Ezra bullshit (very insistent on the difference of gnats vs flies! utterly aghast that Spencer hasn't started a paper! decides to tell her mom too late when it shouldn't have been her problem from the start!). this week's fashion crime was an earring so big i thought it a shawl or part of her shirt until someone pointed out it wasn't

Emily's plot mildly stresses me out now that we've gotten past the locker room scene because I don't remember what happens when. I just want this kid to be okay! She's the only one still wearing the friendship bracelet, yeah? I don't remember how long it lasts for

mentions of writing on facebook walls...this show is so 2010...

[doeeyeseddie]

uhh i want to know about prompt #37 and maybe pker or quarentine ?

prompt #37 is one more soft prompt that i’m working on, here’s a snippet:

Buck is pacing. He knows it’s stupid, knows it doesn’t make the minutes pass faster, but he braved the hellish drive to LAX and now he doesn’t have the patience to just stand here and stare at the board displaying the arrivals, waiting for the flight from ELP to switch from “On Approach” to “Arrived”.

He stops when it finally does, but then immediately starts pacing again. Eddie only traveled with hand luggage, but it’s still gonna be ages until he’s off the plane and stepping through the gates.

He’s glad no one here knows that it’s only been three days since he last saw Eddie, they’d probably call them co-dependent. But what they also don’t know is that Eddie kissed Buck for the first time right before he left for El Paso, and that Buck has been absolutely yearning to do it again since then.

poker fic: i started this one before we knew what the poker scene was about but then i got completely stuck. the premise is that eddie has a sex dream about buck (which starts out with them playing poker) and then can’t look him in the eye and is generally super awkward around him, until they eventually figure it out of course. maybe one day i’ll finish it as a funny little au

and the quarantine fic is a fic about buck, eddie, hen and chim quarantining at buck’s loft. it’s another one of those super old wips that i can’t fully let go of, especially because i still think we as a fandom haven’t used that situation enough yet skfjsk, but i don’t really know anymore where i wanted it to go after this:

It’ll be challenging, but by the time they get ready for bed, Buck is optimistic that they’ll get through a couple of weeks like this without major problems.

When he’s in bed watching Eddie slide under the covers in just his boxers and a t-shirt, he’s not so sure anymore all of a sudden. His bed suddenly doesn’t seem big enough for two grown men at all.

Eddie turns onto his side, facing Buck, so Buck does too.

“You okay?”

Eddie gives him a small smile. “Yeah. I miss Chris, but he’s safe with Abuela and that’s what matters.”

“It’s okay to be upset about the situation anyway. It sucks that you can’t be with your son.”

Eddie hums but clearly doesn’t want to get into it, so Buck doesn’t press. He’s very aware of Hen and Chimney on the couch below them, probably still awake too.

“It’s really nice of you to let us all stay with you,” Eddie says quietly. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Couldn’t leave my friends hanging. Besides, don’t thank me too early - maybe Hen’s right and we’ll all end up hating each other.”

“I never said that!” Hen yells from downstairs. “And now sleep, you two are worse than my kids!”

[uni-writes-things]

I've decided to start this with the first fic I've ever posted. It's not the best but...meh. The first chapter of the fic is under the cut, but if you're interested in the rest, the ao3 link is there.

Time's POV

“Not another portal! We just got here!” Wind groaned.

I couldn’t help but agree, Lon Lon Ranch was the only break we have in between fighting monsters. “Alright everyone, pairs.” I ordered.

Legend and Sky hopped through, and then shortly after Wind and Warriors followed. Soon everyone was through. “You okay there Old Man?” Twilight asked.

“Yes. Is Four conscious?” I glanced at a pale Four.

“Mmmph.” Four moaned to confirm he was still awake.

“How are you feeling?” Hyrule immediately raced to his side.

“Guys...” Wind whispered.

“I’m a little nauseous and I have a headache.” Four sighed.

“Guys!” Wind urged louder this time.

Nobody seemed to notice him though. “Just rest smithy okay?” Hyrule nodded.

Phew, Four was good. I had always offered to carry him when he was unconscious but it was tiring. “GUYS!” Wind yelled alerting everyone.

“What?” Warriors stared.

“Who’s Hyrule is this?” Wind huffed annoyed at the chain.

Choruses of ‘not mine’s’ from each of the chain were heard. “So, it’s none of ours?” Twilight asked confused.

“Seems to be the case pup.” I shrugged.

“Wait does that mean there’s another Link out there?” Sky blinked.

“We can only assume. Should we try and find a place to stay?” Warriors asked me.

The land was vast and untamed, it was beautiful. I nodded, it was really our best chance at finding a Link. The chain started walking again. “This Hyrule is so huge and beautiful. It reminds me of my Hyrule.” Twilight sighed happily.

I realized it had been weeks since we had been to Twilight’s Hyrule. “If this Hyrule means walking even though my feet hurt like shit I’m gonna quit.” Legend complained.

“Can’t take hikes Vet? Don’t tell me your turning into the Old Man.” Warriors teased.

“NO!” Legend spluttered with an offended look on his face.

Honestly, those two could spend days bickering. “Guys, there are these...ruins here.” Hyrule brought everyone’s attention to the utterly destroyed ruins.

Everyone, including me seemed to be at unease with this sight. “Well fuck.” Legend commented.

“Language.” I reprimanded him... as usual.

“Let’s move on.” Warriors grabbed Wind and started dragging him away.

“Wars, what are you doing?!” Wind wailed as he tried to escape.

“Getting out of here. These ruins aren’t exactly a place to stay.” Warriors deadpanned.

For hours, all of us walked. “My feet feel numb.” “Shit did we go in circles?” “Damn this place is massive.”

“We better set out camp. Who’s cooking tonight?” I asked.

“I think it was my turn. And I found...” Hyrule trailed off.

“NO WAY!” Wind shrieked as he tackled Hyrule.

“Yeah the last time you cooked traveler, you practically killed everybody.” Four laughed.

“I’m not that awful at cooking! Sky’s way worse than me.” Hyrule accused.

“I don’t poison everybody!” Sky shot back.

“Yours was basically alive!” Hyrule snorted.

“I can cook some of my Grandma’s soup?” Wind suggested tentatively.

“It’s okay sailor you’ve cooked enough.” Twilight gagged.

“You just don’t like the broth! Everybody else said it was decent.” Wind accused.

These boys were going to give me a headache. “Your cooking sucks! Everything is dry and burnt to a crisp!” Wind cried.

“What?! Nothing is burnt.” Twilight growled.

“Even I can agree with Wind.” Legend snickered.

“Oh like your any better.” Twilight snarled.

“Fuck off rancher.” Legend hissed.

“Language.” Sky grunted pausing his bickering with Hyrule for a few seconds.

Soon the only ones who were calm and collected were me and Four. Albeit Four was beside himself with laughter at the insults that were shot, his eyes a royal blue. “BOYS!” I yelled.

Everybody paused and looked at me expectantly.

“We all know our opinions on this group’s culinary skills, however we still have a Link to find and a place of civilization to also find. Not only that but we all need food and rest. It will not be achieved by arguing like this.” I sighed exasperated.

“Sorry Time.” Wind apologized.

A few other apologies were sent my way as well. “I can make something, the rest of you can make yourselves comfortable.” I mumbled.

“Okay.” Warriors nodded.

The tension decreased almost instantaneously. “Did I tell you how I got to the Forsaken Fortress?” Wind asked nonchalantly.

“You told us that Aryll was kidnapped and that you went to go save her.” Twilight recalled.

That was true. I felt so bad, Wind had lost his sister and then was dragged into a Hylia forsaken quest.

“Well, back on Outset Grandma was so sad that Aryll was gone. I felt like I had to do something, so I searched the island for a way to go and find her. That’s when I met Tetra and her gang. Eventually I said my goodbye’s to everybody on Outset and then left with her. We had made it fairly close and then realized patrol boats were guarding the Forsaken Fortress. So at the last moment she revealed to me her ridiculous and sinister plan. She promptly stuck me in a barrel and launched me off of a catapult! When I got back to her I gave her the most terrifying glare.” Wind explained.

“She launched you off a catapult without warning?” Sky looked rather alarmed.

“Yeah. I did make it to the Fortress though I was a little shook. Nothing I can’t handle!” Wind put on his brave face.

“Jeez.” Four muttered.

“That reminds me of something Sun did.” Sky recalled wistfully.

“Pray tell.” Legend snarked.

“It all started when we were training for the Wing Ceremony. It was to prove that we could move on to being seniors. It involves racing on a loftwing. So Sun shoved me off Skyloft waiting for me to call Crimson. She thinks Crimson will appear. I try 3 times and yet no loftwing comes to catch me. Sun noticed and she got on her blue loftwing and rescued me. She was honestly sorry.” Sky told them.

“Wait what happened? Why didn’t Crimson come?” Hyrule asked.

“It turns out that Groose happened to be a bully back then. He loved Sun and saw me as competition. So he sabotaged me and trapped my bird somewhere in Skyloft so I wouldn’t be able to join the ceremony.” Sky sighed.

I stirred the soup I was making carefully. ‘So Hylia’s incarnation was just as clumsy as her.’ I thought bitterly. I never held any respect nor honour for Hylia. “Well, we should come up with a plan for tomorrow.” The Captain proposed.

“We’ve been wandering aimlessly for hours so doing that again won’t do anything.” Twilight grunted.

“Does anybody have a way to fly? They could scout what’s up ahead.” Legend suggested.

“Not without Crimson.” Sky grimaced.

“Nope.” Wind shrugged.

“Not in a millennia.” Four chuckled.

“No.” I answered.

“I don’t fly.” Warriors snickered.

“Okay, Pretty Boy but your ego does doesn’t it.” Legend mocked.

“No flying for me.” Twilight shook his head.

“I don’t have the magic to fly.” Hyrule groaned.

“Do you know how to fly Legend?” Wind asked.

“No otherwise I would have been fucking airborne already.” Legend scoffed.

“So no to that plan. Can I climb a tree? Please?” Hyrule begged.

“Only if you promise to come to us right after.” I agreed albeit a bit reluctantly.

“Yes sir!” Hyrule saluted and then started his climb.

He was out of sight when I noticed my soup was ready. “Dinner’s ready.” I informed the chain.

I handed out the soup to everyone including myself and sat down. I’ll admit my soup was not that good. But it wasn’t bad either so I counted that as a victory. “HYRULE?” Four yelled after a few moments.

“YES?” Hyrule called from above.

“COME HERE!” Four demanded.

A few seconds and Hyrule was back down with a bowl of soup. “So, did ya see anything?” Wind asked excitedly.

“This Hyrule is massive! And we’re on what looks like a plateau, with huge cliffs. The only one who could go down the cliffs is Sky with his sailcloth. There’s no civilization and the castle...the castle is in ruins.” Hyrule reported.

“The castle is in ruins?” I was very concerned.

“Yeah. Also get this, there were four weird mechanical looking creatures. One was a lizard on what looks to be Death Mountain. There was an elephant on a very shiny mountain. A bird on a tall cliff, and a beast with a long neck in a canyon.” Hyrule shrugged.

“How big were they?” Legend raised an eyebrow.

“Enormous!” Hyrule replied.

“And they were mechanical?” Warriors tilted his head.

“Well, they weren’t alive that’s for sure.” Hyrule affirmed.

“This is odd. So do we search this plateau assuming there’s civilization?” Twilight wondered.

“That’s probably our best bet if we hope to find this Link.” I guessed.

“Who’s taking first watch?” Four asked.

“I can.” Twilight offered.

“I’ll take second.” Warriors claimed.

“Anyone want to take third watch?” I asked.

Four threw his hands up to stretch probably. “Smithy can take it.” Legend snickered.

“I-uh didn’t-”

“Good idea, Four is on third watch.” I interrupted Four.

The Smithy sat back and glared at me. “I can tell you guys another story!” Wind bounced.

“I think we’ve had enough sea shanties. Am I right?” Legend interrupted.

“Leeeeeegeeeend.” Wind moaned.

“Wiiiiind.”

“How bout everybody tells the scariest thing they’ve fought?” Twilight recommended.

I internally thanked Twilight for the save. “Redeads are really creepy but if I had to say the scariest, it would have to be the Cubus Sisters. They wear masks and they were on this...this...” Wind suddenly went from excited to dreaded.

I did not like that haunted expression on his face. “It’s okay sailor you don’t have to finish.” Warriors comforted.

Although Warriors seemed worried too. “Yeah, I can tell you mine. I fought the moon.” I deadpanned.

It was true. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Legend snorted.

“Is he serious?” Hyrule asked puzzled.

“I-I don’t know. I can’t tell!” Twilight whined.

I was enjoying this, watching the befuddled chain. “I fought this thing called a Blizzeta.” Twilight shuddered.

“Enough scary talk! I’m tired.” Four demanded.

“Alright well it is time to sleep. Twilight you’re first watch.” I reminded him.

Everybody yawned and crept to their bedrolls. I noticed Wind was crying as quietly as humanely possible. Maybe the Cubus Sisters thing really scared him? Hopefully Twilight or somebody would help Wind sleep, because I was already being pulled into sleep.

[purplesurveys]

1622

Have you ever had a dream that your teeth were falling out? Once or twice. I remember this mainly because it’s my sister who gets this type of dream all the time, so when I had the same I immediately shared it with her.

Do you have a fence? We used to, but we took it out more than half a decade ago.

Do you think that in the end, everything will fall into place? Doesn’t always for some people. I like to believe it for myself though, at least.

When was the last time you went bowling? Oh gee. That time had to have been around 4-5 years ago.

Who was the last person you disappointed? I’m not sure, maybe Bea? I have some slip-ups at work here and there and I may have disappointed/slightly pissed her off in those moments.

Would you ever get a significant other’s name tattooed on yourself? I’d consider initials, but not an entire name. Even then I’m not entirely sure I’d actually do this; like if that relationship ultimately failed I’d hate myself for getting the tattoo.

Name one unpopular opinion of yours: Fruits suck.

Has the person you like ever made you upset? I don’t like anyone.

What is one thing people automatically notice about you? These days, it’s the fact that I wear braces, I guess.

Does anyone know your deepest darkest secret? That would be this blog, and yeah a couple of people know about it but never check it out as far as I know.

If you were getting unwanted attention by some creeper, would the person you like stand up for you? I’m really not into anyone...

Favorite kind of soda? I dislike soda, but in a hypothetical situation where it was the only thing available I’d probably ask for a Sprite. Idk if it’s the same for anyone else but the fizz (which I hate) is milder to me than other softdrinks, which makes it more tolerable for me.

Are you closer to your mother or father? My dad. Both because he’s away far more often and because we’re also simply more similar.

Are you afraid of the dark? Nah; I’d be afraid of it only if I was in some abandoned or ‘haunted’ spot.

What’s your favorite shape? I don’t have a favorite shape.

How social are you? Pretty damn social. I try to find people to talk to regardless of where I am lmao; unfortunately for me Filipinos by nature are very guarded and they like keeping to themselves – and for the most part find it weird when you try talking to them.

What’s your favorite primary color? Blue!

Do you like hot chocolate? For the most part I find it just okay, but I take great exception with Spanish hot chocolate. So good it’s almost stupid.

What do you have pierced? Just my earlobes.

What’s your favorite type of tea? I don’t like tea.

Who are you subscribed to on YouTube? Oh, so many channels. I’m not strict or crazy organized about curating my subscriptions; like I’m still subscribed to channels that I subscribed to in like 2010 lol. These days though I keep my views to any BTS-related channel and my latest obsession, Team Payaman hehehehe.

What’s your favorite thing about the winter? I wouldn’t know.

What motivates you? Money. And the desire to travel, which technically is still related to money.

Would you rather have a hot tub or a pool? Pool. I don’t need a hot tub in a country where the temperature is constantly above the 30s.

What’s your favorite Yankee Candle scent? I’m not a regular scented candle user, much less a Yankee Candle customer so I’m not familiar with their line-up.

Would you rather learn how to play the ukulele or guitar? Guitar.

If you are up after 3 am, what are you most likely doing? Watching BTS, getting food delivery, or scrolling through Instagram reels and Reddit. Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? I already have two of them. :)

What are your thoughts and feelings towards work/jobs in general? I don’t entirely disagree with the whole concept of work; I personally think it’s an acceptable way to work on your skills while at the same time make a living. What I hate are the 8-hour, 5-day standard of work weeks; the idea that you can always be called to work overtime and weekends and not have much of a choice; and the idea that being employed is basically a contract to keep your phone constantly alive in the case of any urgent matter to attend to.

Do you believe in astrology? Nooooooooooo no no no no.

What is something that you’ve made/created? Do you take pride in your creations? Outside the events I’ve mounted for work...not much. I’m not creative enough to make things by myself.

Do you have any cultural or family traditions that you know are uncommon in the area that you reside in currently? No, we never really did have any quirky or unique tradition in the family.

What are you grandparents' names? Not sharing those.

Have you ever been bitten by a dog? Just playful ones.

The last time you got blood drawn, what was the reason? 2020, to figure out what the fuck was causing my fever that wouldn’t go away.

Where are you, exactly, right now? I’m on my ‘couch’ in the bedroom, having Jungkook’s chicken mukbang the night before in the background. I say couch because my mom and I recently did this cute thing with my room where instead of getting an Actual Couch, we got these foldable mattresses that kind of stack up – we got two of them, so when placed together it totally looks like this adorable mini sofa haha.

What is your relation to the last child you spoke to? I can’t even remember that...maybe Camille’s niece? She brought her to work like last August.

Are you scared to look at your own organs on x-ray or ultrasound? No, I find it interesting actually. Biology and anatomy are also some of my fav branches of science so seeing organs has never bothered me.

Have you ever walked on a frozen lake/river? Nope, never even seen one.

Have you ever seen a volcano? Sure! We have a couple ones here that I’ve visited.

Have you ever met an Alaskan? I don’t think so.

Describe how you’ve broken a bone, if you have. Never had a broken bone. I have sprained my left ankle twice though – once in school, when I tripped on my way to my car 🙃 and the second was on my birthday weekend last year, tripping over stairs after having had a handful of shots.

Choose 5 friends, and briefly describe their relationship status. Angela’s been in a long-term relationship the last 8 years; Reena’s single; Kata’s single; Jo is single as far as I know; and Kaye is seeing someone. 

Describe the last situation in which you found yourself feeling awkward. My teammates were invited to the (very bougie) 123rd anniversary party of a major broadsheet, but we all traveled separately and I arrived too early so I was standing awkwardly for an hour while surrounded with a bunch of 50, 60, 70 somethings. Hated every minute of it.

Do you have a neighbor you'd like to get to know more? Not so much but I just wanna know if there are any other BTS fans here so I can befriend them and get them cookies and invite them from time to time to watch whatever lol.

If you're female, would you rather be called a girl, woman, gal, chick, b*tch, or lady? Woman.

What magazines did you like to read as a teenager? So magazines were in their heyday when I was a kid, so the ones I used to collect were those targeted for my age group, like K-Zone and Total Girl. Oh I do remember my dad also supporting my love for wrestling and getting me WWE and PWI magazines, too.

Did you use Lisa Frank folders in school when you were younger? I didn’t. The rich kids had a ton of Lisa Frank stuff though.

Do you watch any doctors' channels on YouTube? No. I’m subscribed to Institute of Human Anatomy though and watch their videos from time to time.

Have you ever lived in a house that was on a street corner? We never have.

What’s your favorite app? These days I have YouTube on pretty much, like, 18-20 hours out of 24. It’s the first thing I open and the last thing I close.

Do you want any tattoos? I only ever consider them and think of my dream designs, but never push through with an appointment because needles and I don’t mix.

What is the saddest song you’ve ever heard? Why We Ever by Hayley Williams. Also her songs HYD, Trigger, and Wait On. I have such a complicated relationship with her music, as much as I hate to admit it; her albums sat beside me and kept me company during what was arguably the darkest point of my life, but the obvious downside to that is I can’t really listen to those albums anymore without getting hurled back to that time.

Are you afraid of snakes? I mean if I saw them in the wild and they turned out to be venomous then yeah I’d be shitting my pants. I’m not afraid in more contained situations though and I’ve actually held snakes before.

Which “famous couple” is your favorite? Bey and Jay are a given, but I also like David and Victoria Beckham because of how cute and close their family is. What’s your favorite love song? Yellow by Coldplay.

How important is it to make a relationship official (p.e. on Facebook)? I personally think the “In a relationship with” feature is cringey so it’s not at all important to me. But I’m all for other ways of showing that a relationship is official, like sharing photos or writing appreciation posts for a significant other. Are you the “dominant” or the “submissive” part in a relationship? Submissive.

What career do you want? I already love being in communications and PR.

What about having kids? I wanted kids in the past, but I’ve moved past that. I like to think that in another universe I’ve happily got the two-kids soccer-mom picket-fence life I once dreamed of having.

Do you think you’ll marry your current significant other? I don’t have one and don’t think I’ll ever want to be in a relationship again.

How did your first serious breakup go? Not counting the one from high school, I’ve had one serious breakup and it went just about as bad as bad gets. Didn’t show up to family and friends for months (in fact my phone will literally show you I had no activity from Sept 2020 to, like, Feb 2021), barely ate, didn’t see a life past 2020 basically.

[TW: SELF-HARM] Have you ever cut yourself? Yeah.

The first time you dumped someone, was it hard? I’ve never dumped anyone.

Do you regret who you lost your virginity to? Eh, no. I wanted it at the time.

Do you watch WWE Raw? Not anymore, but I continue to check in for the major events like the Rumble and Wrestlemania. I can’t even tell you a single current running angle.

Do you dye your hair? Not regularly, but yes I did it twice last year and plan on having it redyed to purple again.

Which of your parents will you see next? My mom. My dad and I aren’t seeing one another again until like May.

Have you ever been hospitalized? Just once.

Do you make fun of obese people? Not because they’re obese, because that’s sick. But sometimes there’ll be those videos of racist people in those scooter things harassing Asians and telling them to get out and threatening to call the police or run them over or whatever. Those always get me into frustrated laughter every time lol.

Do you eat when you’re upset? No. I lose my appetite when I’m upset or nervous.

One word to describe your most recent ex? I barely have any memory of that person, so let’s go with the most boring, inconclusive answer I can think of lol: girl.

Fried, poached, boiled or scrambled eggs? Scrambled.

Where, in your current country, would you like to live, other than where you do now? BGC.

Where wouldn’t you want to live? The grossness that is Cubao.

Name three things that are overrated: Superhero movies, Taylor Swift, the whole 90s fashion throwback thing going on right now.

List four things about your facial appearance: I wear glasses; I have braces; I have one prominent dimple on the left side of my mouth, but another one on the right side will shyly peek out if I smile hard enough; I have the faintest eyebrow scar that you’ll see if you’re close enough.

List four things about your general appearance: I’m petite in height and body type; my arms and legs are pretty long; I practically have no boobs; my hair is currently sporting an ash brown shade that is rapidly fading into a brighter brown.

What was the last thing that made you laugh out loud? I was rewatching a few of the boys’ lives earlier this evening and was laughing over some of their jokes.

How many weddings have you ever been to? I can’t tell how many I’ve been to (because all of them happened when I was a kid, so I barely remember them), but I can share that I haven’t been to a wedding since ‘07.

Would you ever wear real authentic leather? No.

How old are your parents? My dad is 52, mom’s turning the same age this September.

What song is stuck in your head at the moment? Unholy by Sam Smith and Kim Petras.

What’s your boss’s first name? Do you call him/her by that name? My immediate superior is Bea, and yeah our workplace operates on a first-name basis. It was a deliberate decision so that nobody feels intimidated and so that everyone, down to the associates, would feel confident and comfortable sharing their ideas.

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What is your favorite thing to cook or bake?: I do neither. The kitchen and I do not mix, haha.

When someone is tailgating you, do you drive faster or slower?: It would largely depend on how big of an asshole they’re being. If I catch them having been idiots to other drivers then I’d drive slower; but if I can tell they’re genuinely in a hurry or in an emergency, I’d either drive faster or (if there’s space) move aside so they can go ahead.

What place outside of your own home do you spend the most time at?: You can usually find me at a coffee shop.

Do you have any checks that you need to cash or deposit?: No.

Do you know how to use AutoCAD software?: No. I wouldn’t even be able to tell you what that is.

Do you read peoples' answers to the surveys you've created?: I don’t make my own surveys but I do read answers that I come across on my dashboard. What is your least favorite household chore?: Folding laundry. There are just so many clothes lol and the repetitive motions make me feel restless. What career field are you in/would you like to be in?: Like I said in the previous survey, I like where I am and it’s not so much a matter of figuring out what career I wanna be in, but more so on figuring out what places or companies can offer me the biggest opportunities. Meaning to say I already like being in PR, but it would be cool to one day work PR for a company I genuinely follow and support, like WWE.

Have you ever been snorkeling?: Sure.

Why did you last see a doctor?: Dentists count as doctors, right? I got braces last Saturday. How often do you check your email?: Only during weekdays. My work email is off-limits on weekends.

What is your favorite outdoor activity?: I wish I had an answer to this but the Philippines barely has any public spaces.

Do most of your relatives live in the same state/province as you?: No, we are pretty spread out on both my mom’s and dad’s sides.

Have you ever participated in a medical study?: Nah.

Do you have any magnets on your refrigerator?: Yep, magnets from all the countries my dad has traveled to for work. He’s been to every continent except Africa and Antarctica.

What is the last thing you got in the mail?: Indigo :) Got both versions.

Is there a food you hate that everyone else seems to like?: Virtually all fruits.

Have you ever donated to a charity?: Yes.

What is your favorite kind of soup?: Mushroom soup and miso soup.

How long would it take to drive from your current home to the last place you lived?: 15 minutes only because of how ridiculously far my house is to the entrance of our village. If we lived any closer to the front it would take literally only 5.

What do you usually order from Subway?: I don’t even know what options there are at Subway haha, I never order anything from there.

Are you the oldest of your siblings?: Yes.

Are you the oldest of your cousins? Nah. I’m the second-eldest on my mom’s side, and the third-eldest on my dad’s. And that’s only referring to first cousins.

What is the most expensive thing you own?: My car.

Have you ever had to evacuate from a natural disaster?: Nope.

Do you have any family members who are cancer survivors?: As far as I know, no.

Describe your favorite pair of sunglasses.: I don’t have one.

Are most of your friends shorter or taller than you?: Most definitely taller. I’m the short-ish friend.

Are you allergic to any medications?: Not that I know of.

Do you have any licenses other than your drivers license?: Nah.

What's your favorite Nintendo 64 game?: I didn’t grow up with an N64.

What all do you have on your keyring?: Two Tata keychains, car key, house key.

Would you rather ski or snowboard?: Idek the difference. What job does your significant other have?: I don’t have one.

Which class would you rather take: computer programming or astronomy?: Astronomy in a heartbeeeeeeeat. I love outer space.

When you were in elementary school, what was a typical afternoon like once you got home from school?: Ditch all my homework, play outside, watch TV.

Is your favorite movie part of a series?: It isn’t.

[ivykarmacode]

Unsent letters to my dad, part 1

Dear Dad,

A bit more than eleven years have passed, and the pain of losing you as the pillar of our small family is the same, if not even greater as each year passes.

It's as if you knew that horrible things would be coming and you suddenly chose to leave this Earth, and mom and I were crushed by the weight of the world without you.

Nothing has changed much. Ok, I lied, everything changed, mostly for the worse. Especially, these last 4 years changed me in so many ways that sometimes I can't even recognize myself.

I struggle every day just to get up from bed. I have become an introvert, and dealing with people exhausts me and makes me very nervous. My job sucks (yeah, it's in your company, so maybe you would understand). I am really having a hard time working with colleagues because I just don't like them. People bother me, in general. I can't escape, because I have no other solution. You would not believe it if you knew that a teacher of the English language/translator means absolutely NOTHING in this country. You thought it was a great occupation...maybe it was, fifteen years ago.

People are worse than ever. If you could just see the non-existent level of empathy, gaslighting, selfishness, and the emergence of human scum as the leading figures in every possible part of our lives.

I lost some friends. I am not sorry for it. I distanced myself from people who make me feel bad, who gaslight me, and try to impose their opinion as the only truth. I am what I am - not a perfect friend for sure, but I've given my best. I finally felt that the time came to eliminate people who do not understand me or judge me for every little step I take, before looking at their own flaws. I have no time to deal with people who are not my cup of tea. You know I often did that, almost all my life, and I had problems figuring out the types of persons I hang out with, but now I see through all their actions and thoughts. I wish you could have seen that some people were not good for you, too.

Mom is also struggling, and having some health problems, but I still think she is much stronger than me. She's taken the role of a mother and a father after you've gone away. I don't know how she does it, frankly, but you know her - she's a fighter and never gives up, unlike me.

Oh, yeah, forgot to tell you - I got diabetes. You probably would not be surprised, 'cause you always reprimanded me for eating too much (sweets). I got a bunch of other health problems, dad...it all goes with the stress, nervous overeating, and having difficulties in daily life. It is getting worse, I think...my health and my daily functioning.

In two weeks, I'll be seeing Limp Bizkit live in Prague. I know you would not remember the band, but I'd remind you of the Beatles and how much they were important for you. You surely would remember me sitting by the music player hypnotized in 2000, and that's what LB meant and still means to me. I am very excited about the concert, but also a bit sad - it's gonna bring so many memories, not just of high school, but of life in general. Those happy times will never happen again. Nebo and I travel a lot throughout the years, mostly to see our favorite bands. I know you would understand me more than anyone else when it comes to music and the pivotal role it has in my life.

I have so much to tell you, but I won't tell you everything in this letter, so as not to further fall apart.

Hope you are in peace, if there is something after death at all...I hope you are resting, dad, cause you never had time for that when you were here with us.

I love you, infinitely and forever.

Until the next letter,

Miško

[kookscrescent]

A Needy, Desperate Fuck Up (m) │ pjm

❒ pairing: jimin x female reader ❒ summary: jimin’s desperation leads to a fuck up. ❒ prompt: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that's not fucking good!" and "Fuck! I'm not on the pill!" ❒ rating: nc-17, 18+ ❒ genre: smut, pwp ❒ warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, cursing, accidental creampie, rough sex, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, choking, crying, Jimin is neeedyyyy for that puzz puzz ❒ word count: 3.1k │ unedited ❒ release date: may 8th 2021 ❒ disclaimer: This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

The door to your bedroom barely has a chance to close properly before Jimin has you pressed flat against the wall. The coldness of the exposed brick wall has goosebumps rising on your rapidly heating skin, and you shudder at the contact.

But you don’t care. All you can think about is the way Jimin feels pressed against your body – the hard panels of his toned chest and abdominal muscles, not to mention his hard length growing against your leg.

You can’t help but moan at the feeling. It’s been way too long since you and Jimin have had sex! He’s been extremely busy with recording for the new album, and his schedule is almost jammed packed every day, and on the rare occasion that he has a few hours of free time, you would much rather have him spend it on catching up on some rest.

But something had come over him the minute he opened your front door and stepped inside. Like you normally would, you’d yelled out a hello to him, letting him know you were in the kitchen, with your hands buried in the dirty dish water as you were cleaning the few dishes you had neglected since the day before. You hadn’t heard him call back a hello to you like he normally would, but you thought he might just be tired and didn’t really think anything of it. However, you did hear him entering the kitchen and stopping just behind you. About to ask him if he was hungry and if he wanted you to make him something, you’d dried your hands on the nearest rag, but you didn’t even manage to get a proper look at him before his hands were in your hair and his lips were claiming yours in a hard kiss.

It took your breath away. Literally. The rag fell to the floor without a sound and without pulling away to question his sudden behavior you grabbed his face in your hands, trying to bring him closer. He took the hint and stepped forward, pushing his chest and pelvis against your body. he was hot and cold at the same time. His clothes cold from the slight breeze outside, but his hands and lips warm and hot against your skin.

Things escalated pretty quickly from that point and you honestly can’t really remember the journey from the kitchen to your bedroom. Every breath you each take is rushed and breathy, and all you seem to recall is hands frantically trying to remove pieces of clothing and said clothing landing haphazardly on the floor in a line behind you. Hard and wet kisses to your lips and neck, and your hands desperately trying to undo the string on Jimin’s joggers.

At this point you’ve both managed to get each other undressed, both of you now lying naked on the bed, Jimin hovering above you, your legs caging him in and his hard cock resting between your soaked folds as he slowly grinds himself against you. Your mouths are a hot mess, lips slipping and sliding over each other and your tongues erotically dancing.

It’s like all hell have broken loose and the both of you have just lost it. You have no idea what has spurred on his sudden desperate need to claim you, but you can’t say that you mind one bit. You’re equally as desperate to have him, not having felt him inside of you for almost three weeks!

Throwing your head back, you groan as the tip of his cock nudge your clit. “Shit, that feels so good!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” You find his eyes, hoping to god he won’t stop moving against you.

He leans down for another kiss. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your sweet pussy!” He rumbles, lifting to his hands so he can watch his cock effortlessly slid between your folds, your slick coating every thick inch of him. “Fuck, I need to taste you baby.”

With a jerk he moves down your body, your legs automatically parting wider to make room for him. Once settles between your legs, Jimin looks up at you from under lust clouded eyes, his pupils so dark and intense that you become slightly nervous. Pressing a kiss to the juncture of your thigh, he gently and ever so slowly runs the tip of his pointer finger down your slit, collecting your juices before sucking his finger clean.

He groans and you almost dissipate on the spot. His finger returns to your heat as another kiss is pressed to the juncture of your thigh. He repeats his previous action – running his finger down your slit, collecting your arousal, but he stops at your entrance, teasingly circling your hole. He pushes in just an inch before retreating and you mumble a frustrated please. You lock eyes, just as a second finger joins the first and he pushes in all the way to his knuckles.

Your head hits the pillows in a sigh of relief. He pushes in and out of you in a slow and tantalizing rhythm. It has your head swimming, and you need more.

“Please Jimin, please! Don’t tease me.”

“Don’t tease you baby?” he repeats and following with a kiss right above your clit. “Why not?”

Arrogant shit, you think!

“It’s been so long…” you mumble, your voice muffled by the pillows when he begins to pick up the pace. “Make me cum!”

“Hmmm,” he places another kiss above your clit, so close to touching but never enough to give you the relief you want. He begins scissoring his fingers inside of you, and the familiar fire starts in your stomach. “Want me to make you cum with my mouth babygirl?”

You nod frantically! “Yes yes yes ye- ahhhh!” You’re abruptly cut off by the feeling of Jimin’s tongue finally making contact with your clit. He gently licks it – long fat swipes with his warm tongue.

The sounds coming out of you is only spurring him on. Two fingers turn to three and he sucks your clit so violently it has your hips rising from the bed. He easily folds one arm across your lower abdomen, holding you down as he continues to suck.

The fire picks up, and your cries grows louder and louder with each suck of his mouth and each thrust of his fingers. You can’t remember a time where you’ve ever wanted, no needed, to cum so desperately. You can almost taste the release on your tongue. So close.

You can feel how eager Jimin is to make you explode on his tongue as well. He pushes the entirety of his face into your soaked pussy. His tongue working you so feverishly, his nose bumping your sensitive clit.

You grasp at his hair, pushing his face deeper into you and he groans in respond. The vibration sending a wave of tingles through your clit and all the way down to your toes, making them curl. You feel like your brain is no longer connected to the rest of your body, your legs and hips having a life of their own – bucking wildly against his face, trying to reach your high.

Slipping his fingers out of you, he reaches up to press your hips to the bed with both of his hands, making you completely immobilized.

You’re about to whine at the loss of his fingers inside of you, but Jimin is quick to replace them with his fat tongue instead.

“Ah…ah Jimin- oh god!” You moan.

He continues his feast. Slurping and sucking every inch of your wet pussy. You’re so close, so fucking close to cumming, every nerve in your body is on high alert, ready to explode in a fit of euphoria.

Jimin moans between your legs. Loving the way your sweet juices cover his face and tongue. If he’s not careful, the mere taste of you on his tongue combined with the way you sound when you’re losing control, he could probably cum.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You plead, digging your fingers deeper into his scalp, yanking at his hair.

He doesn’t stop. Jimin keeps going, your moaning pleas urging him to go even faster, and he throws his fingers back into the equation. Plunging two fingers into your tight hole and working them at the same fast rhythm as his tongue on your clit.

When your grip on his hair becomes almost too painfully tight, he knows your cumming.

“Shit shit shit shit shit! Ohhhhhhh…!!”

He keeps lapping up every inch of you until he’s sure you’ve ridden out every small inch of your orgasm. Only when your hands fall limply to the bad, does he ease up.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath as Jimin kisses his way back up your body. He seems just as out of breath as you are, but you can tell that he’s no way near finished with you.

And you would be sourly disappointed if he were.

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“God you’re so hot!” Jimin breaths, lips hovering above yours, barely touching. He thumbs your lower lip, drawing it down before flicking his tongue across it. Locking his eyes on yours, he holds your gaze as he works his hips between your legs.

Supporting himself on one elbow, he lets the other arm travel behind your body to roughly grab onto your ass cheek, squeezing it tightly as he grinds his pelvis against you, letting his pelvis rub against your still sensitive clit as his cock is nestled deep inside of you.

Lifting, you reach for his mouth, your breast pressing against his sweaty chest. You whimper into his mouth as he slowly begins drawing back his hips and pushing his cock back inside with a hard thrust. He repeats this several times. Each time pushing a little deeper and thrusting a little harder.

Nibbling at your bottom lip, he whispers, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard on my cock.”

“Please!”

“Would you like that?”

“Yes! God yes!”

He forces one of your legs over his shoulder as he moves to sit on his knees, trapping your remaining leg between his. This automatically causes you to roll to your side, changing the position and making him go deeper.

Fisting the sheets, you hold on for dear life as Jimin begins fucking into you at an almost violent pace. He kisses your shin as he uses your leg as leverage to push himself faster and deeper inside of you.

It’s a bruising pace – hard, fast and rough.

“I-I… Jimin!” You hoarsely call out his name as heat washes through your body and the knot in your stomach begins to tighten.

“Shit! Are you gonna cum baby?” His eyes zero in on the way your pussy swallows his cock so desperately, your wall tightening and sucking him in. “Fuck you’re getting so tight!” He whines almost painfully.

You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you like a volcano erupting. Your entire body is convulsing and tingling with the sweet feeling of the release you’ve missed so much. And even when you’re spend and don’t think you can take much more, Jimin keeps going. He fucks you through the waves aftershocks till they subside, and you feel a new knot of fire starting to form.

Your pussy spasms around his cock and it feels like he’s splitting you open. “Oh my fucking god!”

“Fuck! How do you keep getting tighter?!” He throws his head to the ceiling with a deep growl, his fingers digging into your flesh and he slows down to let your both catch your breath.

“Kiss me please,” you manage to stammer out the few words, needing to feel him close to you again.

With your leg still over his shoulder, he leans down on his elbows till he’s able to slot his lips over yours in a sweet kiss. You claim his mouth, your hands cupping his cheeks as your tongue licking its way inside. It’s wet and messy, and Jimin switches his rhythm to match the pace of the kiss. Slowly, he grinds his hips against yours as your mouths make love. It’s a complete switch of mood from what it was mere seconds ago. But none the less, the know forming in the pit of your stomach keeps on growing.

Jimin pick up the pace once again. Frantically, desperately snapping his hips against yours – the sound of your skin slapping together and the squelch of your juices as the pumps in and out, filling the room.

“Fuck,” he breaths and finds your neck, licking a fat stripe from your ear to the juncture between your shoulder and neck. He bits down softly and your face contorts in pleasure, hands scratching down his sweaty back.

You don’t know how he’s able to keep going like this, but you’re not about to tell him to slow down or stop. Not when the tingling feeling of another orgasm starts spreading through your body. But before the feeling can take full flight, Jimin stops to sit up on his haunches, and you whine loudly.

“Noooo!”

He laughs, running a hand through his thick wet locks. “Don’t worry babygirl. I’ve got you.”

And he does. He doesn’t waste a beat and immediately pick up where he left. He spreads your legs wide, his eyes focusing on the way he sinks his cock into your sweet heat, the way you drink up every inch of him. The sight nearly makes him cum on the spot and he has to concentrate real hard not to blow his load inside already. He’s not done with you yet!

Having gone so long without being inside of you, he’s not ready for this to be over!

“Jimin- ah ah ahhhhh- hnnng!” Your back arches off the bed as the crown of his cock rubs against your sweet spot. Jimin responds with his hand on your throat, putting just the right amount of pressure. You can feel your eyes tearing up at the intense amount of pleasure running through your body, he’s everywhere! You can feel him everywhere! And you don’t know how much more you’ll be able to take, feeling spend and used after 2 orgasms already.

“Baby please,” you beg him teary eyed. “Need you to cum!”

Jimin shakes his head, his hair falling over his eyes as determination takes over his features. “Gonna make you cum again!” he rasps, throwing his other hand into the mix as well – using his thumb to draw harsh circles on your clit.

Your hips buck against his touch and the fire in your stomach intensifies to the point of pain. “I-I can’t…” you sob, and you desperately try to find something to grab onto, eventually settling on Jimin’s thighs, your nails digging into his skin. You’re sure that will leave a mark in the morning.

“Yes you can!” Jimin growls, teeth biting into his bottom lip and he begins pounding into your so ruthlessly and desperately. He fucks you so hard and fast, that you’re almost positive that the bed will break.

He squeezes your throat a little harder, making the tears stream down your cheeks – wetting the pillow below you.

“Fucking cum! Cum around my cock baby!” he breathes, leaning down to kiss the tears from your cheeks.

The slight change in position, has his cock reaching so deep inside of you. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, fingers clawing into Jimin’s back – trying to hold on for dear life as he pounds you to your third orgasm for the night.

“Jimi- fuck…ahhhhhh!” you cry hoarsely, as you cum so hard that spots start dancing in front of your eyes and your breath catches in your throat when Jimin tighten his hold on your throat the slights bit – adding fuel to your already too intense pleasure.

“That’s it,” he grunts, continuing his abuse and fucking you through your orgasm, now chasing his own as well.

“Oh my god, please!”

You’re so desperate to feel him fall apart, to feel him lose control as much as you are. Wrapping yourself around him, you pull him as close as possible, your hands grasping his ass, pushing and pulling him towards you and your hips matching him thrust for thrust.

“Yesssss! Fuck ____, just like that. Just like that,” he chants, and you cry out in relief when you feel his muscles tensing up under your fingers and his cock twitching inside of you as he cums in hot spurts.

He continues to swirl his hips slowly as you both come down from your high. He finds your lips, placing small, sweet pecks of love over and over again as you both try to find your breath.

“That was…” you mumble against his lips.

He cracks a smile, “It was.”

Eventually Jimin stops moving completely, just lying on top of you with his arms caging you in and his hands running lovingly through your sweat soaked hair. You really need a shower before you go to bed. But you stay like that for what feels like an eternity. Just kissing and touching each other. You’re pretty sure you won’t be able to move once you have to get out of bed, your legs feeling completely numb. But at this rate, you’re not even sure you want to get out of bed at all – the way Jimin feels on top of you, his weight pressing you down, the way his cock feels inside of you and his warm cum still filling your-

“Did you come inside of me?” you ask him abruptly, your eyes going as big as saucers.

He looks down to where your bodies are connected, confused for a second. “Did I? I guess I did.”

“Jimin!” You begin to panic, your voice going up an octave. “Fuck! I’m not on the pill!”

Jimin’s entire body stiffens upon hearing your words. “What?!” He still asks, not sure he heard you right.

“I’m not on the pill right now!”

“What? Why? You’ve always been on the pill!” He says, sitting up and pulling out of you. You wince at the slight sting he leaves behind from pounding you so thorough and good.

“Yes, but remember last month when I had my doctor’s appointment because I was having really bad cramps? She told me to stop taking them for a while to see how my body would respond! I clearly remember telling you this and that you needed to wear condoms!”

“WHAT?!” he practically screeches in disbelief, watching as his cum slowly leaks out of your abused entrance. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, that’s not fucking good!”

[chronosaurusnot]

VIP boy

pairing: dom!bangchan x bratty sub!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.1k

warnings: +18, night club, mentions of alcohol, teasing (with minho), jealousy, possessiveness, bratty behavior, explicit sexual content, bathroom sex, choking, pet names, degrading, slight humiliation, fingering, oral sex (m), rough sex, unprotected sex (stay safe please), cumming, creampie

note: so the original idea was a request from my friend about chan in a night club, but after that teaser i can't get out of my mind that scene of him choking hyunjin from behind. so, this is a mix of both things, i hope you like it!

as always, i’d like to clarify that english is not my first language, so please let me know if there are any mistakes, and feel free to give me suggestions<3

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you ended up in the night club again with your friends; another night when you don’t know why you are there. it’s been a rough week, full of work and with stressful exams, so your friends insisted on getting you out to distress yourself a little bit. but between the time you’ve spent on getting ready plus all the sweaty people pushing you all around right now, you could swear you would’ve been better in your bed watching a movie or something, or even sleeping. it’s been already an hour maybe? you don’t know so you go straight to the bar to get some drink to see if time gets faster; hopefully it’ll make you less grumpy.

but when you are there, you see him on the vip section of the first floor. chan is there with his friends, talking and looking good as he always does. you start feeling like the night could maybe get a little more interesting, but when you get to see him talking with a girl that feeling changes to anger. sure, you agreed on being friends with benefits -if that was even a title or smt- so you both could be with anyone else you wanted, always respecting each other. so if he didn’t know you were there, in the same way you didn’t know he was coming too, it was okay if he wanted to be with someone else, right? but all the logic didn’t seem to care to your emotions, because you were now in a horrible mood.

you took your drink from the bar and drank it in less than a minute without taking your eyes off him and that girl. that dumb girl, she really thinks he’s hers tonight. but it’s stupid to feel like fighting over a man, so you get your mind clear and go back with your friends to tell them what you just saw to laught about it.

but when you look up again, you see chris leaning on the railing looking at you. he smiles when he notices your stare and waves at you, and after you wave back he makes gestures to let you know you can go there with them. you really wanted to play hard but you go there with your friends, following his instructions like a puppy obeys his owner.

“hey princess, you didn’t tell me you were coming” he greets you with a smile on his face. “yeah, the girls insisted on going out to destress a little bit, but i think i would have been better sleeping” you answer, trying to hide your growing excitement to see him there. “oh don’t be grumpy y/n, it’s early, we can still have a good night” he said in a cute and smirky way, an attitude that you hated and loved at the same time.

“yes i see you were already having a good time” you answer, and chris looks kinda confused. you point with your eyes to the girl he has been talking to, and he smirks at your reaction. “don’t be jealous princess, i was just talking”

you rolled your eyes at his stupid answer, and he just smiles. you hated how flirty he was and his fuck boy vibes, but there was something about him that eventually made you like him; maybe way too much. it all started as just a sex partner, but since day one you discover he was actually a super sweet, caring and fun guy, so you got really atractted to him in a matter of time. friends with benefits sounded right for both of you, but you always wanted more from him. maybe it’s his fault, cause he’s always giving you everything you want, but not only sexually; he is a pleasant man, you know he would give and do anything for his girl. and you wanted to be that girl. his only one.

and especially tonight. how could someone be so fine? he was all in black as always: black pants, black leather jacket and a black silk shirt that let you see his whole chest. “what a fucking fuck boy” you said to yourself, trying to hate him.

“what do you wanna drink, babygirl?” chan said, bringing you back from your thoughts. “your favourite one?” he continued while taking off his wallet from his pocket. you knew he was just doing it to show his hands; chan knew exactly the power his hands hold on you.

“yes, please” he smiles at your answer and goes to the bar for your drink.

but as soon as he goes, minho comes to you. “come on change that shitty face and dance a little y/n” he says while grabbing you from your arms to force you to dance with him. he takes you maybe way too closer to his body considering he is chris’s friend. but you think to yourself that maybe it’s a good idea; using this to get chan’s attention, to look at you, to make him jealous, and taking advantage to dance with a man so fine like minho. you wouldn’t be with him, sure, he is his friend; but it would be nice to at least flirt with him a little bit.

you sincerely got lost while dancing with him, so close to each other; till you notice chan looking at you both while leaning on the railing with the two cups on his hands. he looks at you in a challenging way, like wanting to see how far you can go.

and you accept the challenge, getting minho even closer to your body without cutting the eye contact with chris; you can see how his eyes turned darker, and you just smirk at his reaction. you dance a couple more minutes with minho, his hands on your waist, yours on his neck; after deciding it was enough teasing, you go back to chan playing the innocent. “he was helping me to cut out the bad mood, he’s so sweet. thank you for the drink channie”

“yeah i see, you should hang out with him.” he answers, his look darker; you prouder. “oh you think so? i mean, he seems to want to help me out to not be bored.” you answer, loving to see how your dumb plan worked.

“oh you just want to have fun, mh?” he says in a dark way, making you feel nervous and taking a big sip from your drink. “i know a place when you could have fun”.

you finished your drink in a couple of seconds, so he just takes your cup away from your hand. “why don’t you follow me, princess?”

he lefts the cups in the table, and takes you by the hand to guide you through the place. he talked to you calmly, but you knew he wasn’t not only because of the way he looked at you, but also cause he was holding you rough.

“get in, princess” chris says, letting you place to came in the bathroom. you get shocked; is a public space, but you are feeling so aroused with this situation that you just got in. chan locks the door behind you and turns you around to put you against it, resting his hand above you.

“you’ve been such a bratty, babygirl” he says, using his free hand to caress your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck. “if you were just bored, you should have told me instead of acting like a slut with my friend” chan continues while adding pressure on your neck, making you shut your legs from the feeling. he notices it and smirks in a mocking way. “are you already turned on, y/n? are you that desperate?”

he keeps on adding pressure, driving you crazy. you felt your panties getting wetter as every second passed by. so you decided to keep pushing his limits. “you’re not the only one who pays attention to me, chris. you should try better” his smile turns devilish.

“do you want me to remind you how good i fuck you, y/n?” he keeps choking you, but uses his other hand to touch you under your skirt. “do you want me to remind you whose name you repeat endless times while moaning?” he moves your panties to a side and start touching your pussy while still choking you, making you moan at the feeling of his cold hands rubbing against your clit. he laughs mockingly again at your desperate face.

“did you get this wet while dancing with minho? do you prefer his fingers over mine?” he never desease the smirk on his face, his nose touching yours and the feeling of his heavy breathing so close to you while you were cutted out of air made you go crazy. but you let out a moan after he gets two fingers inside you, making him laugh again.

“tell me, princess. tell me whose are you” you wanna answer, but he curls his fingers inside you while increasing his pace and makes you even harder to breathe. “i’m yours” you answer, and he takes his fingers out of you to put them in your mouth. you suck them instinctively, keeping eye contact with him, seeing the arousal in his eyes.

“you’re mine, y/n. no one else” you keep sucking on his fingers while his other hand finally moves from your neck to your waist, getting you closer to him. he softly moans at the feeling of his hardened dick rubbing against your hot core. “you are my baby slut, and the only one i want to please”

that was everything you needed to hear for being now completely at his will. the only thing you wanted was to be his only girl, the only one who he pleases, the only one who pleased him. you were feeling more desperate than ever now, getting crazier at the way he was rubbing his bulge against you in such a needy way, with both of his hands now on your hips, guiding you to make the touch rougher.

you remove his jacket and your eyes travel all over his chest, revealed by the thin silk. one of your hands caresses his chest, shoulders and neck, while the other one unzips his pants to get his cock out, making him moan louder at the feeling of your skin. “let me please you too, chris” you tell him in a whiny voice that makes him shiver.

you kneeled before him, and as soon as your lips touched the tip of his cock he rested both of his hands on the door that was behind you, moving his head backwards between deep groans.

“you’re such a pretty slut for me, y/n” he says and you speed up your pace. he starts to feel uncomfortable in any position, battling his urge to cum only to have you sucking on his dick for a longer time.

just when you feel his precum in your mouth he lifts you up, getting his eyes teary due to the denied orgasm. “turn around, princess. i’m not over yet”.

chan pushes your body against the door, guiding your ass close to him and lifting your skirt. he kisses your neck before pulling his cock inside you, making you both moan at the feeling of your stretched and wet pussy. “tell me who can fuck you this good, y/n?” he says while keeping a painful fast speed, tears forming in your eyes from the intense excitement.

“are you still thinking in minho, mh?” he says while he chokes you from behind, the other hand guiding your hips to move on his cock even harder. “tell me again, babygirl, who do you belong to?”

the feeling of his fast and hard pace, his hand holding you hard from your hips, his other hand cutting your air, his heavy breathing on your neck, his possessiveness, his moans; everything was making you feel extremely sensitive, desperate for a release of the tension that’s been building up. “you, o-only to you” you cried out in a broken voice.

his now clumsy moves showed you he was close too, getting weak to your submission. “only mine, y/n. f-fuck.” his last words whispered in your ear made you hit your orgasm. the feeling of your release all over his cock made him cum inside you, groaning your name in a completely fucked up way.

after a moment to catch up your breaths, he turned you back, facing you with a relaxed smile. “you’re still my girl after this, y/n. and i’ll always please my girl.”

[rainydayathogwarts]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 >> 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

Second person p.o.v Warnings: well the title says some stuff Characters: Tony, Steve, Bucky, Thor, Clint, Peter(s), Pietro, Stephen, Sam A/N: This had to go under some editing before I have the courage to post it on here because honestly, it's either that I've read my works so much and feel nothing anymore or that it's genuinely trash. Also can someone please explain why people don't like peter quill/chris pratt please

-Tony Stark: "341... 342... 343..." You counted your pushups under your breath. You and Tony had made a bet: he thought Steve could do more pushups than you could, but in the heat of the moment, you bet otherwise. Now, you were obviously regretting your choice.

There you were with Steve in the living room, the rest of the Avengers watching you guys in amazement. The only thing that stopped you from winning against the super soldier was that you didn't have superhuman strength. At least you trained with one everyday. Right?

You felt your body stiffening and tiring as you continued with your pushups. You lowered your body one last time, chest hovering above the ground, but you couldn't find the energy to lift yourself up again. Steve glanced at you with a small smile on his face, watching as you struggled.

You groaned, falling to the cold floor, listening to Tony cheer, helping Steve up in joy. "You good there (Y/N)?" Asked Steve, walking over to you, giving you a hand. You glared at him, getting up on your own, making him laugh.

"You know you did better than any of us could have. That's 352 pushups in a row." Natasha praised, making you roll your eyes. "Yes, but it doesn't mean I couldn't have done better. Anyway, let's be real. Bucky is also a supersoldier, so me beating me is out of the question. He's just as strong as Steve-if not stronger."

You sauntered over to you and Tony's shared room with him right on your tail. You didn't bother closing the door behind you before taking off your shirt.

You gasped when you were pushed against the wall roughly, your sweaty body making contact with another one. " Good gods, what could you possibly want Tony?" You questioned, looking up. "You." He breathed out, leaning down to kiss your neck, sucking softly on the skin. Shivers ran down your spine at the sultry tone, and just as you were about to speak up again, he kissed your lips with hunger and need.

As if on instinct, your hands travelled to the nape of his neck, playing with the short hairs. He deepened the kiss, but it was abruptly cut short when the door burst open. "I-uh, sorry-I-um, water?" "You can put that right over there. Yeah, thanks Steve."

-Steve Rogers: You and Steve were huddled up on a couch in his apartment, watching Jurassic Park. He took a quick look at you, so focused on the movie, your lip tightly tucked between your teeth. You cuddled closer to your loving boyfriend who held you tighter, the cold getting to your bones.

"Honey, do you want me to close the window?" He asked you, already getting up. You got hold of his hand, tugging him down, your eyes never leaving the bright screen. "No, stay." He smiled and kissed your soft lips, getting your shiny lip gloss on himself.

"Um, you got something right there. Let me get it for you." You muttered, getting on your knees to kiss him once more. He chuckled against your lips, flipping you over so you were laying down on the couch. You threw your shirt off, Steve doing the same.

Just as Steve reached down to slide his shorts off, yours already long gone, the door burst open, two loud voices interrupting your moment. Two wolf-whistles caught your attention, your heads snapping in their direction. At the sight of Sam and Bucky, you pushed Steve off of you with such force he fell to the ground.

You rushed to put your shorts and shirt back on but they were at Sam's feet, so you stayed hidden behind the couch. "Nice gloss Steve. Where'd you get it from?" Started Bucky. "Oh right, never mind, where'd you get it from (Y/N)?" Sam slammed his hand on Bucky's back as they both broke down laughing. "Remind me why we gave them a key?"

-Bucky Barnes: Bucky wasn't exactly having the best day. The both of you had gone to one of your favourite coffee shops when your ex just happened to bump into you. "(Y/N)? Oh wow." And with that he started rambling off about his life, flirting with you, even with Bucky standing beside you.

You politely told him you had to go, feeling awfully sorry that Bucky had to deal with that. When you got back to the Avengers Compound, Natasha had immediately called you in for some work, leaving your boyfriend to sit in your shared bedroom all alone on his day off.

He wanted to kill your ex. Quite literally. So much that he even found his address. So when you entered your room, you didn't have the time to kick your shoes off before you were pressed up against the wall, with Bucky's lips hungrily attacking yours. You obviously kissed him back, hands pulling him closer to you by the shoulders.

When the door opened, Natasha dropped the file she was holding and her jaw slacked. Bucky closed the door shut with a growl, holding it there with his metal arm, his lips never leaving yours.

-Thor Odinson: It was a nice, calm morning for you and Thor. You were laying in bed, sunlight coming from the windows giving a nice gold tint to the room. Thor looked down, playing with your silky hair, and you smiled when your eyes connected.

He leaned down to give your lips a short peck, but you pulled him back in, finding his arms suddenly wrapped around your torso tightly. Your hands cupped his jaw and you felt Thor smile as he slid his tongue into your mouth, exploring it like it was the first time.

"Hey-oh!" Thor grunted and pulled away, looking at Tony who had barged into your room "Didn't know the Odinsons had it in them to go for a round so early." Thor held his hand out for Mjölnir which flew from the other side of the room right into his hand, making Tony run out of the room faster than thunder.

-Clint Barton: It was one of those days in the facility where no one had anything to do. No paperwork to fill out, no missions to go on and nothing fun to do. So logically, you and Clint decided it'd be a great idea to go training.

As you were sparring, he swung his leg under yours and in the blink of an eye, you had him straddling your hips on the ground.

He smirked and leaned down, his face close enough to yours for you to be kissing. He pinned your arms above your head and you whispered "Not here Clint." However you didn't protest when he started kissing your neck.

He only stopped when you both heard a loud voice booming. "Brother Clint and Lady (Y/N) seem to be busy, turn around." Clint rolled off you, the only thing heard in the room was your now heavy breathing. You saw Thor pushing Steve out of the training room making you chuckle slightly before getting up.

-Pietro Maximoff: It was a lazy day for you and Pietro. You both had some fun last night, though you were quiet and slow, not wanting to wake the others up from their light slumber.

You walked into the kitchen in one of Pietro's oversized training shirts to make yourself a coffee and a peanut butter and jam sandwich. You shut your eyes for a moment, opening them to take your first bite.

You felt arms wrap around your waist and you leaned into the familiarity of Pietro's chest. You both sighed in content; everything was perfect. Nothing could possibly ruin the weekend you were having. Pietro went ahead to place a kiss on your cheek and you turned around to get a proper one on the lips. He chuckled, his laugh throaty and raspy.

He reconnected your lips only to hear a yell "Oh get a room you two!" You bit the inside of your cheek, grabbing your sandwich in one hand and Pietro's shirt in the other, dodging a disgusted Clint as you escaped to your bedroom, coffee mug forgotten on the counter.

-Peter Parker: You and Peter went over to his house immediately after class, eager to cool off with your weekly movie night. It was easy to say that the both of you had a fairly tough week. You changed into some comfortable clothes, settling down on Peter's bed with a bunch of snacks.

"You know," you started, taking a sip of your soda. "More people should watch Star Wars. Like they immediately judge, but they haven't even watched it. At least know what you're talking about if you're going to say it's bad." Peter smiled, pulling your body closer to his and kissing your forehead. You hummed in delight, snuggling into his chest. "If this is what I get for being smart, I should really start studying more."

You trailed butterfly kisses on his soft skin, from his jaw down to his collar bone until his sweater was restricting any further access. You tugged at it and Peter untangled himself from you to take it off.

Just as you straddled him, connecting your lips to his skin once more, the door squeaked, signaling it had been open. "Hey Peter-oh! Use protection!" Aunt May stepped out of the doorway, shutting the door behind her, leaving you and Peter mouth agape as you stared at the same spot she stood at mere seconds ago.

-Peter Quill: It was a crucially boring day for the lot of you. You all just sat in the Milano trying to find something to do. "Babe. Baby." Peter poked you in the shoulder repetitively, head leaning on your arm, puppy eyes ready. "What is it Peter, Baby?" "I miss you." He whined.

You looked down at his pouty face, leaning down to give his soft plump lips a nice short kiss. "I want you," he whispered in such a low voice, you almost didn't hear him. You looked around the room.

Gamora was reading a magazine, Rocket was fixing some sort of machine, probably another bomb, Drax was sitting on a one seater couch eating from a bag of chips and Mantis was doing whatever Mantis does, looking outside the ship from the big glass window.

"Come on." You told him quietly. As soon as you entered your room, Peter was planting kisses all over your jaw and down your neck. He picked you up, walking you over to your bed. He immediately crawled above you and you moaned, throwing your head on your pillows and arching your back when he found your sweet spot.

"What a show, you're disgusting." Peter didn't stop, and neither did you, only encouraging his actions when you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. You only pulled away when Gamora took her shoe off, throwing it at the both of you and hitting Peter, making him jump and yelp.

-Stephen Strange: "Hello Love." You jumped slightly at your boyfriend's sudden presence behind you and heard him chuckle deeply. He had just returned from the hospital after a long day of work, leaving to your bedroom for some rest.

You sat in the living room, eyes on your book but your mind kept on drifting off to Stephen. He was a great man. He always greeted you with small kisses after long days of work, cooked dinner when he could, and went out of his way to buy you flowers and small gifts.

You don't know how long you sat there but you eventually got up to strut over to you and Stephen's bedroom. "Hey Ste-oh." There he stood, towel wrapped around his waist, hand running through his wet, greying hair.

His smirk grew wide as he approached you, hands gripping your hips. He leaned down and your arms went to his chest as your lips connected. His tongue easily slipped past your lips and into your mouth. Your fingers played with the loose towel hanging around Stephen's torso and soon enough, it hit the ground, exposing your fiancé's body to you.

Stephen groaned and your arms wrapped themselves around his neck. He lifted you up and your legs found their spot around his waist, hooking your ankles together, never breaking the kiss. "Oh my god!" Stephen suddenly dropped you on the floor only to pull you back into him to cover himself. "Oh my god! Why you guys!? At least shut the fucking door!" "Get out Christine!" Yelled Stephen, his face flushed, embarrassment written all over his features.

-Loki Laufeyson: You sat in the library, nose in a book. That's how it was, and that's how you planned it would be for the rest of the day. That was, until someone snatched your precious book from your hands and started running into the depths of the library, the only sign of who it is being the jet black hair disappearing behind a bookshelf.

"Loki! Come back!" You yelled, already on the chase. "Loki!" You dragged out the last syllable you looked through the aisles. All of a sudden, you were pulled into someone's arms and then pushed back into a bookcase, a pair of lips smashing onto yours.

You couldn't help but moan out Loki's name as he pressed himself closer to you, starting to grind his crotch into yours. He smiled softly, murmuring an "I've missed you incredibly, my love." You moaned again, managing to utter "I've missed you too."

"Would you look at that! What have you done to (Y/N)'s innocence, my dear brother?" Loki pulled away with a sigh, giving Thor an 'Are you serious?" look.

-Sam Wilson: "Never again." You groaned, slumping down onto the couch, clutching your now broken wrist. "You okay baby?" Asked Sam, pulling you into a hug. You dug your head into his chest, shaking it slightly. "I think Steve likes seeing me suffer. He always sends me after the tougher guys." You whined.

He chuckled as you spoke up again, muttering about the pain. "At least you got your cast to be your favourite colour, no?" You laughed at his poor attempt to cheer you up but nodded nonetheless.

He got up, leaving the room before joining you again, a sweatshirt in hand. Your eyes lit up as he handed it to you and you pulled it on, nearly ripping it with your speed. "Careful there." He muttered as you launched yourself on him to hug him.

"Mhmm." "Don't fall asleep on me again, please." He told you, kissing your soft, pink lips. You hummed, your uninjured arm fisting his shirt to pull him on top of you. He chuckled at your eagerness before pulling you in again.

You both had been so busy these past few weeks that you barely got a morning kiss, but now that you were alone, you intended to make the most of it, showing your boyfriend of two years how much you really loved him.

Your unharmed hand held him closer to you by the neck, your broken one on the couch beside your head. You moaned when Sam bit your lip but immediately stopped, eyes widening when Natasha walked in with Tony, her eyes on her phone, muttering "Somewhere else please."

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Million Dollar Man | Chapter Four

18+

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, discussion of previous sexual relationships with older men (big age gaps), kink talks, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), fingering, 69ing... its really dirty i hope i got it all

word count: 3.8k

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and Saturdays

Chapter Four | Masterlist

Waking up beside Spencer is an absolute blessing, he is the most tender and loving man in the whole world and she’s never going to get enough of him. He snuggles so tight, he holds her just right and he’s just big enough that she fits against him like she’s always supposed to have been there.

Her alarm goes off at 10:30 and he doesn’t even budge, she struggles to get out of his grasp to turn it off before he just pulls her right back in.

“I could get used to this,” she coo’s as she relaxes back into his embrace.

He kisses the back of her neck and one of his hands cups her breast. He runs his nose along her skin as he takes it all in, “I can come back every night.”

“Okay,” she smiles at the thought. “Are you coming with me to Brookfield today?”

He hums, “I have something to pick up first but I’ll be back to pick you up.”

“Do you want to meet Craig?” She asks nervously, knowing he knows.

“I’m not sure,” he’s honest. “It’s weird thinking he’s slept with you and he has a thing for my mother.”

“As weird as it was, I don’t regret it, he was really lonely after Patsy died and hadn’t slept with anyone in years,” she explains it again to him, it’s easier than the first time.

“I’m not judging you,” he whispers before kissing her again.

“I know,” she rolls over while still in his grip, pressing her chest against his and kissing him quickly before remembering her own rule, “pretend it’s still dark out.”

He laughs, “was he at least good to you?”

“Are you really asking me if the old man I fucked was good in bed?” She rolls her eyes with a laugh, “it was fine, I was used to just laying there and taking it back then.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes for her past experiences knowing he can change them and that she's content with them, “can I make it up to you?”

“It's not my birthday,” she teases him once more.

“Then why are you in your birthday suit?” He kisses her neck as her back arches, giving him the access to do whatever he pleased.

This was her favourite part of sleeping with him, he was handsy and he kissed everywhere. He was so tentative, he was gentile and sensual and she loved him. The way he kissed her body, his hands on her back as she arched, grinding against him as his leg slipped between hers.

“Daddy?” She’s already breathless as she anticipates whatever he’s going to do to her.

He hums, “what baby?”

“Can we try something?” She looks at him with puppy dog eyes, wanting more of him and knowing exactly how to get it.

“What?” He looks from her eyes to her lips and back.

She smirks, “lay back?”

He does as she asks and she makes a quick move to straddle him, reverse cowgirl, and it makes him gasp. He hooks his arms under her legs and pulls her hips towards his face as she grips his cock at the base.

She’s never done this before, excited to finally experience her two favourite things at once, with her favourite person. Taking him in one go down her throat as far as she can, he moans against her thigh as he works his way towards her dripping core.

He pulls her in closer, burying his tongue inside of her as she swirls her tongue around the head of his cock, stroking what doesn’t fit in her mouth. She moans around him as he sucks her clit into his mouth. When he slides a finger into her, she gasps as she runs her tongue along the shaft, “more please, daddy?”

He adds a second finger and curls it with each thrust, she strokes him in time with his fingers rubbing her tongue on the slit, pushing him closer and closer and closer until he’s moaning into her cunt as he finger fucks her relentlessly.

She cums on his face with a quake, her whole body shaking as she sucks one of his balls into her mouth and keeps jerking him. He cums over her hand then, finally releasing her clit from his mouth, they both sigh as they come down from their highs.

She rolls off him, feet on her pillow and hand cupping her own breast as she tries to catch her breath, “yeah, I can get used to waking up next to you.”

—

“Bullshit!”

Y/N reaches for the apparent 3 4’s that Craig dropped in the pile, filling them to see he was indeed truthful and handing them to Diana. “You’re slacking today.”

“I do so much better when I don’t know who he is,” Diana smirks as she takes the cards.

“Speaking of,” she smiles to herself as she looks through her own cards, “your son, Spencer, is coming to see you today.”

“How do you know that?”

“I might be dating Spencer,” she scrunches her face in anticipation of her reaction.

“Really?”

She nods, a smile building on her face as she starts to feel a bit flustered, “yeah, I met him last year and we’ve been friends for a while but it’s getting serious, so I thought I’d tell you.”

She’s quiet as she thinks about it and Y/N’s anxiety goes to full blast, “I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” Diana asks.

“For not telling you and pretending I don’t know him,” she's quick with her response. “He knows we know each other from your notes but we didn’t talk about it until last night, I feel so bad keeping that from you but I've known him the whole time.”

“I was going to introduce you to each other in the hopes you would take care of him, you’re wonderful and he needs someone who he doesn’t have to look after. I’ve thought you would be good for him for quite a while actually,” Diana compliments her with a smile. “Try calling bullshit on that.”

It makes her laugh, leaning over into Diana’s space as she wrapped her arms around Y/N, “well as good as I am to him, he’s even better to me.”

Holding Diana was nice, she missed her moms so much that it was a good substitute until she saw her own again.

“How did you meet?”

Y/N pulls back with a stutter, “uh, well we met online actually and he took me to dinner and we got to talking and we’ve been really good friends for a while, he uh, he’s the reason I’m getting my book published.”

“Really?” She blinks a few times the way Spencer does when he tries to absorb information.

She wasn’t dumb, she knew her son had money and he was a lot older than her and that meeting on the internet isn’t as innocent as it sounds.

“He’s my best friend.”

She smiles again, “that’s the key to a successful relationship.”

Craig was quiet the whole time, staring at his cards and drinking his water while they talked. “For what it’s worth,” he adds, “I think he’s lucky to have you, you’re a good woman.”

Y/N’s so busy looking at Craig with a smile that she doesn’t notice Spencer walk-in or the way Diana gleams at him. He walks up behind her and rests his chin on her shoulder, “Hey, pretty woman.”

She jumps slightly before laughing, he wraps his arms around her and kisses her cheek quickly, “hey mom,” he makes his way from Y/N to Diana.

Hugging her quickly before coming to sit beside Y/N again, he notices Craig too and waves, “nice to meet you as well, sir.”

She analyzes his face as he looks at Craig, worried that he’s going to go full alpha male and start a fight or something crazy like her old boyfriends would. But he smiles and he’s calm, he holds her hand and they play another few rounds of cards and it's like they’ve all been friends for years.

Visiting hours are about to come to an end when Spencer finally brings it up, “how would you feel if I moved to LA for a little while?”

She’s really confused, “are you getting a transfer at work?”

“No, Y/N has a job offer and I’d like to go with her,” he’s honest with his mom, it’s easier than with anyone else. “I’ll travel here whenever you need me, and once a week just to say hello.”

“Or I can finally go back to Vegas,” she says it like she’s been thinking about it for a while. “I miss my friends and my sister, Spencer.”

“And I’m thinking about moving there as well so my pneumonia isn’t as bad this winter,” Craig adds, sitting closer to Diana than before and taking her hand.

Spencer looks very uncomfortable and Y/N can feel it radiating off him, “my moms are also in Vegas, it would be nice for all of you to be close.”

“I think that would be nice,” Spencer agrees, “and then we can just take a short trip to Vegas once a week to visit with you.”

“That would be lovely,” Diana smiles, “even on my bad days I don’t forget who Craig is to me, I know he’s my best friend in here and I’m really glad you’re comfortable with this.”

Spencer smiles, it’s awkward for him to know everything that he knows, and by the way Craig looks at him, he knows Spencer knows.

“Please, just take care of her,” is all Spencer has to say to him. “I’ve already been to prison once.”

“Spencer,” Diana scolds him while trying not to laugh at the absurdity.

“I’m kidding,” he smiles, “I’m happy that you’re happy.”

“It’s only taken us 30 years,” she reaches out a hand for Spencers, “but we did it.”

It’s a beautiful moment that Y/N gets to witness, she holds a hand to her heart as Spencer wraps his arms around his mom. She was doing amazing, she was happy and even happier that Spencer was happy.

“We did it,” Spencer agrees, holding her close, always a mama’s boy at heart.

—

They stop at his apartment on the way home, he needed some things for the next 2 days and his suitcase for this weekend. His apartment was always so dark and cold, the green was beautiful but it was far too sad. It didn’t feel like Spencer, it didn’t have his energy or personality, it was just a few walls and a bunch of books.

She sits on his couch and touches her necklace, remembering when he gave it to her and how she thanked him. He was rummaging around in his room without her, leaving her with time to just think about sucking him off on this couch, being between his legs, the feeling of him in her mouth, knowing she already had him this morning but she still wants him again.

She gets up from her seat and walks into his bedroom, pushing him up against the wall, he’s a little startled but he smirks, “what?”

“Is there a word for ravenous for dick?” She teases.

“Horny,” he responds with a giggle, “ovulating? Frustrated, deprived, desperate... slut.”

“I like the last 2 together.”

“What else do you like?” He whispers as she leans in to brush their noses together, “we’ve never discussed your needs, you’ve always just asked about mine, but this isn’t all about me.”

“It was when you were paying me,” she rationalizes, “I’m pretty basic, I’ll try anything once.”

“But what do you like the most?”

“You,” she’s honest. “How big you are for one, the fact you can just throw me around like a rag doll if you wanted… I like your hands, and your mouth and I like how you talk, I like how sweet you are, I like how we could do the dirtiest fucking things in the whole world with each other. I like that we could do the roughest, kinkiest and most intense scenes and yet I’m completely safe with you.”

He swallows and his Adam's apple bobs right in her view, she can’t help herself from kissing his neck, licking along the pulse point before sucking a deep purple mark into his skin, “what do you like besides me?”

“Praise,” she whispers.

“Good girl.”

“Mild degradation,” she kisses his neck again and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Spanking, raw missionary and messy kisses,” every new thing comes with a kiss as her hands reach down to palm him through his slacks, “pleasing my partner, knowing you get off to me, watching, being watched, belonging to you.”

He takes her chin in his hands and makes her look up at him, “in what sense?”

“Mark me, claim me, breed me,” she whispers and his eyes darken, she swears there is a growl that leaves his throat.

“I want everyone to know I’m yours, show everyone who I belong to, let everyone know only you can please me and show them that no one is better for me than my daddy.”

“You’re evil saying all this knowing I'm not going to fuck you yet,” his voice has never been this low, his eyes are black and the grip he has on her is so tight it makes her gasp.

“You asked,” she smirks, “and if you expect me to be an obedient little submissive, you’re very wrong. "

He gulps and the mood changes very quickly.

"I’m a brat and I’m a switch, and I have more control here than you do.” She tightens her grip around his cock and he whimpers, “that’s what I thought.”

She undoes his button and takes him out, licking her palm while making eye contact with him, she then wraps her hand around him and pumps up and down his shaft. Gathering his precum that’s collected from simply listening to her, his hand on her chin had made its way into her hair and his other grips her hip tighter than ever before.

“I want to fuck all day long,” she whispers, leaning in more and brushing her bottom lip against his, “I want you to come and find me when you’re bored and just bend me over and take me, I want to just sit on your lap while to read and ride you, I want to fall asleep with you deep inside me and wake up full of your cum.”

He tosses his head back against the wall, groaning as she slows her movements. She drags her hand up, squeezing at the head as he thrusts back into her hand, all she can think about is how good it’s going to be when he’s pushing inside of her, not just in her fist.

“Does it feel good, daddy?” She teases him again, “are you thinking about my tight little pussy? Hmm?”

“Gonna cum,” he whispers.

“I don’t think that's how you ask.”

His hips sputter as he fucks her hand, “please, mommy?”

It’s so unexpectedly hot she clenches around nothing, aching for him with how horny she is, she drops to the floor, wrapping her mouth around the head, he cums within seconds. She pumps every last drop onto her tongue before standing and connecting their mouths once more, swapping his cum back into his own mouth, but he doesn’t swallow.

He simply picks her up and tosses her onto the bed, pulling her jeans and panties down and off one leg to expose her dripping pussy. He lifts her hips and spreads her open, running a finger over her clit before spitting his own cum into her.

It’s such a sight, she gasps at the feeling. It’s so hot and wet and then he’s pushing it in with two fingers and fucking them into her. Rubbing her clit at the same time, she cums by surprise, it’s so intense all she can do is grip her breasts and wrap her legs around him for support. She trembles, moaning and whining as he keeps going, curling his fingers just right to rub her g-spot and keep the sensation roaring as long as she lets him.

She lives in the feeling as long as possible before it starts to get to be too much, “okay,” she’s breathless and exhausted, lying there with her eyes closed when he pulls his fingers out of her, falling asleep from how relaxed her whole body is.

—

Spencer was in her bathroom brushing his teeth for the night while she slipped into her PJs.

She felt giddy, like a kid on Christmas Eve, thinking about how exciting tomorrow would be that the prospect of sleeping seemed almost impossible. She couldn’t wait to hold him and snuggle him and feel the way he kisses her shoulder when he rolls over. She loves him so much that sleeping beside him is almost more important to her than anything else they do together.

Because when he sleeps, his guard is down. When he sleeps beside someone, it’s because he’s truly and fully safe with them. He’s told her about all the people he’s slept with, how many of them didn’t stay the night and how many he’s walked out on. She knows he’s not a fan of sleepovers from his childhood and he’s never been in a long-term relationship to even consider sharing a bed with someone before her.

In the beginning, he didn’t want to sleep beside her because he knew he’d catch feelings, she understood and so they bought a pull-out couch for her apartment. He would sleep in her living room and she would lay awake in her bed thinking about how much better it would be if she could cuddle with him until she drifted off to sleep.

She crawls into her bed and watches the bathroom door as she rubs hand lotion into her skin, hoping he actually comes back to her like he promised and doesn’t retreat to the living room. She smiles at him when the door opens and his sight goes right to her wrists as she smoothes the lotion over her skin.

“I forgot to give you your present today,” he gasps and rushes to his suit jacket in the closet.

He comes back to bed with another box, “how much jewellery are you going to buy me?”

“Two more of the gifts are jewellery,” he smiles as he opens the box for her.

It’s a silver bracelet with diamonds and Rubys in a heart shape, like the necklace in pretty woman turned into a bracelet. It’s so pretty she doesn’t know how to react, “you’re crazy, you know that?”

He nods with a smile, “crazy for you.”

“Don’t,” she raises her brows with her pointer finger raised, shushing him. “You know what being all lovey-dovey does to me, and I'm tired.”

It makes him laugh, “I’m just going to leave this on the dresser.”

She takes it from him and stops him from getting up, “no, I’ll just leave it on here, just get into bed, please?” She moves it to her night table and pulls the sheets back so he can get into bed with her. She turns off the lamp on her night table and watches him lay back on his side of the bed.

She snuggles into his chest and places her face in the crook of his neck. Holding him as close as humanly possible, he smells like home and safety.

“I love you so much, Spencer,” she whispers it, feeling very needy and emotional and she has no idea why.

He simply kisses the top of her head while soothing his hand over her back, “I love you just as much, Y/N.”

It was rare for them to use each other's real names, so much of their time together was spent in silence but when it wasn’t, they referred to each other with a long list of different pet names. It made it less personal, it kept their real lives separate and created a world where they just existed with each other.

A world where he wasn’t Spencer Reid with 3 PH.D.s, a drug problem and a sick mother. When he was with her he was just a guy who liked to explore. He was her buddy who took her to museums and concerts, he was her daddy who held her hand when they walked to the park together to play chess, he was her sweetheart on nights when he cried and needed some love.

Tonight he’s just Spencer.

He’s everything he’s been before and nothing like his old self all at the same time. He’s constantly having a breakthrough, he’s broken through ceilings of grief and trauma, grown past the names he’s been called and adjusted to the fact this is how his life is and he's not as evil as he thinks he is.

He’s happy and content. He’s so much different now than how he was when she met him and while he likes to thank her for that, he always had the power to get here. It was a long road to recovery, he just happened upon her on the path and brought her along for the journey and now she’s never going to leave him.

“Are you crying?” He asks, bringing her back to reality to notice that yes, she is indeed crying.

She nods and sniffles, wiping her tears with his t-shirt. “I’m sorry, I’m just tired.”

“Hey,” he pets her hair and waits for her to look up at him. “What do you say when I apologize for crying?”

“Don’t apologize, your feelings are important to feel so you can move past them,” she whispers the mantra her parents raised her on, something that really helped him.

“I'm not crying because I’m hurting,” she whispers. “I’m crying because you’re not anymore.”

“What?”

She realizes it comes out weird, “I’m proud of you, and I’m happy that I get to love you now.”

“How long have you loved me?” There’s a small sadness in his voice like he wishes he could have moved faster for her.

“Since you told me you’d help me get my book published just for going to museums with you,” she whispers, “because you saw me as talented and worthy of greatness and you wanted to help me succeed instead of wanting to pay me to suck your dick in a more legal way.”

“I was in it for a friend,” he’s said it before, “it was easier to pay someone to hang out with me than stumble across someone who would understand me this well.”

“I can’t imagine you just going to a park and striking up conversations with someone,” she laughs, “I think it was just meant to happen like this.”

He sighs, “I’d do it again.”

“What?” She’s too tired and sad to follow his train of thought.

“I’d go through all the pain and trauma again, exactly the same way if it brings me right back here. Right to you.”

She pulls back from his neck and connects her lips to his faster than ever before, kissing him deeply as she cries again.

“I love you,” she whispers against his lips between kisses, he whispers it right back.

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