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redbullgirly · 2 months
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HI BARBIE! HI KEN! [part 2, LH44 smau]
Lewis Hamilton x reader
Masterlist & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 1, LH44 smau]
Summary: Lewis and his "real life Barbie" girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, are enjoying each others company during winter break. February brings unexpected drama when the seven-time World Champion decides to leave his team... though is that the only surprise waiting for the fans?
Warnings: Little cliffhanger at the end, but don't worry, I plan on making part 3 soon enough :).
Author's Note: This is continuation of the Lewis x barbie!fashion!icon!reader request, hope you'll all like it. This time there wasn't so much of "barbie content", but I'm sure you won't mind. I honestly love this series, plus there are still many photos for me to use, so stay tuned and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! :)
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lewishamilton Happy holidays from our little trip to mountains 🏔
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user1 I swear to God this is the first time I see Lewis in snow
user2 ikr? like can he even sky? isn't it dangerous for him as an f1 driver??😭
yourusername merry christmas everybody, love u!!🎄🫶
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user3 Very happy and merry Christmas to you too Y/N🥰
user4 yeah yeah... but where's the usual christmas post y/n?!
user5 that's what I wanna know user5 😥
user6 She always posts the hot pics with their tree... and this year nothing ☹️
yourusername omg sry guys, i didn't think you'd care sm! i was actually sick on the christmas eve and didn't feel like celebrating 🙈💖
user4 ohhh that's totally okay y/n!!!!
user7 Thanks for replying, hope you'll get better soon!❤️‍🩹
charles_leclerc I see you're copying my training now😉
user8 lol charles just try not to fall on your face on ski
user9 no but can you imagine if we got Charles & Lewis training together in the mountains 😩
user10 It wouldn't even have to be in the mountains... I'd actually prefer them training somewhere hot so they don't have to wear shirts🤭
user9 i love your way of thinking girly
user11 King 👑
roscoelovescoco Mom's and dad's playing's in's the snow's ❄️
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user12 they left you home alone Roscoe?
roscoelovescoco Of course's not's... my auntie's watched's me's ☺️
user13 This is so adorable🥹🥹
user14 y'all don't understand how much I love their little family
user15 😘🖤✌️💯🌟
user16 y/n's ski suit looks so cool
fencer Good times man!
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user17 You are my God, Lewis Hamilton❤️
mercedesamgf1 Enjoy your holidays and don't break anything please!⛷🤍
yourusername trying!! 😊🌨
user18 lmfao
user19 Imagine if their best driver broke a leg or smth💀
user20 as a Lewis fan that'd be the last straw of my depression xd
user21 It's enough they couldn't build him a decent car last two years 🥲
user21 you & y/n are the best couple ever!🥰❤️
user22 Why's Lewis in red tho?
user23 sus 🤨
user24 some of you are truly bored and delusional🤣
user25 He probably has it so Y/N can see him on the slope and watches over him tbh
user26 idk where the narrative of lewis being bad at skying came from but i love it 😭
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lewishamilton replied to your story: Love you so much baby!❤️
yourusername love u too!!!💞
lewishamilton You are my brave girl, aren't you?
lewishamilton It's great you share your experience with others Y/N and trust me when I say I'll always be there for you 🫶🏾🫶🏾
yourusername awww lew, i know and i'll be always so grateful for it 🥰
lewishamilton Anything for my Barbie yourusername reacted with ❤️ to this message
user1 replied to your story: You and Lewis are just soooo cute omg
alexandrasaintmleux replied to your story: forever y/n!!🤍🌺
yourusername ofc!!!
yourusername you're probably the only reason i hope the negotiations w ferrari will work out 🙈🤭
alexandrasaintmleux oh yeah, it'd be great to have you in the garage next year 💕
yourusername yeah, let's see what happens in few weeks!
user2 replied to your story: so prettyyyyyy i wanna be u
user3 replied to your story: THE IT GIRL
landonorris replied to your story: The question isn't if you'll be at every gp but if you'll come to McLaren hospitality for one of them😏
yourusername pretty sure mercedes wouldn't be happy about that 🫣
landonorris Oh c'mmon Y/NNNN
landonorris You promised me like ten years ago you'd come
yourusername you were a literal baby ten years ago lando...
landonorris But a cute baby who deserves to have you in McLaren hospitality!!!
yourusername okay okay, i'll come for a visit this year 😽
landonorris ONE HAMILTON DOWN TWO TO GO💪
yourusername what?? 😭
landonorris I decided my life goal is to get you, Roscoe and Lewis to be my fans 😁😁
landonorris Lewis can wait till retirement ofc 😁😁
yourusername idk if i hate you or love you mr. worldwide
landonorris 🤷😙
user4 replied to your story: Mommy and daddy fr
user5 replied to your story: 😍
user6 replied to your story: Hope you'll heal soon if you're still sick!!!
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yourusername my job is beach 🦀🐬🐚🪸☀️ (btw how many emojis is too much??)
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lewishamilton Isn't that supposed to be Ken's line darling?
yourusername theoretically... but i think i look better on the beach, don't you? 🤭🤷‍♀️
lewishamilton Well of course, your fashion taste when it comes to bikini is hard to beat ✨🫶🏾
yourusername damn are you saying i look hot in that bikini mr. hamilton? ☺️💞
lewishamilton It's Sir actually
yourusername oh shut up lew, i knew you're gonna bring it up 😭
landonorris I just witnessed Lewis openly flirting through instagram comments... the world won't ever be the same. I need to bleach my eyes 😓
yourusername yeah u should learn from my bf lando norizz
landonorris Heyyy this is online bullying, someone stop it
yourusername 😘😘
landonorris 🫤
user1 i have no idea what just happened but i loved every second of it
user2 It looks like when Lewis finally interacts with someone on instagram, it can get WILD
user3 not y/n using lando norizz 💀
user4 she's one of us now
user5 BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW SWEET Y/N & LEWIS ARE PLS?!!🥹
user6 Y/N living her best life and I'm here for it
francisca.cgomes enjoy!🌴
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yourusername thx kika, you too!!💓
user7 On my knees for you🛐🛐🛐
roscoelovescoco The fruit's on's the plane's was yummy's 😋🥗
yourusername i definitely agree, let's thank dad for spoiling us!💖
lewishamilton My favourites deserve only the best 😉
user8 AWWWW so cute
user9 I'll never understand why rich people torture their pets like this... c'mmon, why would you give fruit to a dog? He needs meat and dog food. 🙄😤
user10 tf user9 you clearly don't know them at all if you think they're torturing Roscoe... this dog has better life than most of us lol xd
yourusername i'd just like to make it clear to everyone that me and lewis take the best care of our dog we possibly can, give him the food he wants and needs and love him dearly. it feels very offending for someone who doesn't see into our private life to assume we're "torturing" roscoe. you'll be blocked user9 and goodbye
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user11 You know you fucked up when queen Y/N herself writes smth like this to you 🫢
user12 tell them girl!!! you & lew are literally the best parents to roscoe ever!!!❣️
user13 🔥😍
user14 THE BODY GIVING
kellypiquet Wow, the dress is so beautiful!💝
yourusername aww kelly thank you sm! definitely have to see each other soon 💕🫶
kellypiquet Can't wait for the girls talk!
user15 omg imagine listening to y/n y/l/n and kelly piquet casually having girls talk w each other 😫😫
user16 The tea has to be hot between the wags
user17 OMG, gorgeous as always 💖
user18 this couple has me in a chokehold
user19 RIGHT?! why is nobody talking about the 4th pic
user20 They're so hot fr 🥵
user21 and cute too🥺
user22 Love you Y/N 💋
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lewishamilton It's always important to focus on happy memories and remember the good moments with your loved ones. Couldn't ask for better people around me 🤞🏾💫
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user1 funny how he talks about positivity and then in the first picture he's holding middle fingers up lmfao XD
user2 Maybe he took Daniel's F.E.A. rule to his heart🤣
user3 what's that???
user2 Fuck 'em all
yourusername so lucky to have you around me lew! 🥰💗
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user4 stoppp I love her
user5 I wanna have what they have😩
charles_leclerc 🤞💫
user6 Ariana what are you doing here?!
user7 Beautiful 🙌❤️
user8 ohhh lew w his dad it's so cute
user9 His dad and Y/N in the same post... we are getting fed rn
neymarjr Amen brother!🙏❤️
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user10 I love their their friendship
user11 it's so unreal how the world is small and my fav football player is friends with my fav driver🤭
user12 THE MAN
user13 the second pic is adorable 🥹🥹
user14 I'm jealous but I don't know if I wanna be him or her
user15 honestly i wanna be the third person in their relationship... imagine dating y/n y/l/n & lewis hamilton all at once😩
user16 OMG REAL
user17 boyfriend lewis is my favorite 🫡
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yourusername guess it's time to change colours ❤️🍓🌹🏎
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scuderiaferrari Welcome to the team, Y/N!❤️‍🔥🏎
user1 you'll make our fav wag depressed next year lol
user2 Ferrari made a master move here 👏
user3 welcome y/nnnnn 🥰
user4 I'm still shocked
user5 me too sis😭
user6 We all are 😃
user7 🔥🔥
user8 when the gf is posting about it, we know it's not just a joke anymore😥
user9 FORZA FERRARI
user10 omg me & y/n y/l/n will be fans of the same team!!!!
user11 literally the only good thing about this
alexandrasaintmleux red looks gorgeous on you 💋💋
yourusername on both of us babe 💋💋
user12 BESTIES
user11 okay this is another good thing about the whole lewis situation xd
user13 Y/N and Alex will be so iconic next year 🙇‍♀️
user14 literally life goals to be like them😍
user15 So excited for this🤩 favorite driver and favorite team and favorite wag🤝
user16 idc about ferrari, but y/n in red slays
user17 omg yessss she's so hot in that dress🥵
charles_leclerc And now you can't make fun of me and my therapist 😘
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user18 LOL
user19 not him admitting he goes to therapy bc of ferrari💀
user20 What about Carlos?? You said you come as a package 😡😪
user21 so true user20 it's so disrespectful towards carlos
user22 Guys calm down, this is their job and it's known for brutal driver switches. You'll have to deal with it, it's not personal business 🤷‍♂️
user23 yeah i don't think they're such good friends anyway... it was all for pr and marketing lmao
user24 I agree that it's just a sport, but pls don't do this to my charlos heart... their friendship HAS to be real😓
user25 Always support u and your boyfriend😉😉😉🙌🙌🙌
user26 Carlos deserved so much more!
user27 yes but she can't do anything about it girl, she's literally just dating Lewis 😐
user28 "Everybody is a Ferrari fan. Even if they say they're not, they are Ferrari fans." Vettel❤️
user29 i did not think it was real
user30 I need Lewis to comment something about this other than his statement pls 😭
user31 yeah i had high hopes bc he always comments and interacts w y/n's posts...
user32 Guess not this time😒
user33 Y/N unleashing more waves of chaos
user34 and we love our barbie for that 🤭
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THE END
Author's Note: Thank you for reading this! I'll appreciate likes, reblogs, comments, follow and any other way of support. Also, I started my taglist, so if you want to be added or removed, let me know! That way you!ll be first to know that another smau or story came out :). Sorry for the cliffhanger at the end, but don't worry, I plan on making another part. Have a great day!
Taglist: @namgification @bloodyymaryyy
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valeskafics · 7 months
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"Nameday Gift" - Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader
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a/n: a request from an anon for daemon x hightower!reader! ❤️🥰
Summary: You and Daemon sneak away together during his nameday feast.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, oral f receiving, slight degradation, p in v sex, loss of virginity
Word Count: 2,110 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️
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You’ve never been the perfect daughter, not like Alicent. You’ve always been a bit too willful, a bit too cheeky for your father’s taste. And yet, still he adores you. You are the very image of his dearly departed wife, your mother, if not in appearance then in spirit. Otto loved his lady wife dearly, with a depth that none ever truly realized. And so, despite your independent nature, he finds himself wishing to shelter you from the world, and from the men who inhabit it, even more so than he does with Alicent. He thinks it may be because he knows Alicent will not get up to any mischief. Meanwhile you?
You have always had an affinity for sneaking out of lessons with your septa to run around with your brother, Gwayne. The two of you have given your poor father more gray hairs than the man cares to admit. But more than that, he hates the way you fawn over one Rogue Prince. The two of you are quite close in age, and he knows he shouldn’t be surprised by the way you take to each other, but he despises the man. He wants him nowhere near his little girl. But his little girl wants nothing more than to be near him.
You have admired Daemon ever since you were young - his hair, his eyes, the way he talks, the way he carries himself. And Daemon has always felt much the same for you, finding in your presence a comfort he has never truly known. Around the Red Keep, the two of you were often referred to as childhood sweethearts. Daemon knew from the get go that it was you he wished to marry, and no one else. The hold you had on his heart was unbreakable.
It is at a tourney in honor of Daemon’s twentieth nameday, shortly following your own eight and tenth, that the two of you decide to take matters of matrimony into your own hands. You watch as Daemon rides up to you, his winged helmet atop his head, his armor shining in the King’s Landing sun. You grin, walking toward him, ignoring the knowing look Queen Aemma shoots you and the skeptical one from your own father. You stand before Daemon and he admires you for a moment, taking in how beautiful your emerald green dress looks against your skin as you proudly represent House Hightower, your curls billowing in the wind.
“My lady,” he grins, “What an honor it is to see you at this tourney in my honor,” he pauses before adding, “I heard you have the finest favor to give.”
“It is not so fine, my prince,” you laugh, “But I will gladly give it to you if that is what you wish.”
Daemon chuckles, his lilac gaze boring into you, “Then I wish it, for it is all I need to win this tourney. Though if I lose,” he smirks, “I would hate to waste such a pretty favor.”
“The great Rogue Prince losing?” you flirt, leaning forward to place your favor on his lance, “I simply cannot see that happening.”
Daemon looks up at you again with a wry smile before speaking once more, “I shall need to give my lady a proper reward if I win. Any ideas?”
You feign thoughtfulness for a moment, “Mayhaps a kiss would be sufficient, Your Grace. I do owe you a proper nameday gift.”
You hear your father scolding you from a few feet away, while Aemma and Viserys laugh.
Daemon’s eyes light up with happiness at your answer as he grins from ear to ear, “That sounds perfect.”
The herald sounds his horn to signal that all competitors must come forth, with Daemon seeming reluctant to leave you though he knows he must. He gives you one last cheeky smile before galloping off. You clutch the Seven Pointed Star you wear tightly, praying that no serious injury comes to him, and that he may prove victorious in the tourney so you may grant him that kiss.
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Unsurprisingly, Daemon unseats every lord and knight who he fights against, being named the champion of the tourney, crowning you his Queen of Love and Beauty, much to your father’s chagrin. He has been pushing for a union between you and one Jason Lannister, the idea of which you find borderline nauseating. You wear the crown of flowers Daemon gives you with pride as you dance at the feast, smiling radiantly at all passers by. Daemon seeks you out, admiring the glow from the torches illuminating your face, your smile, your figure in that green dress. You are dancing with some Northern lord when he moves to cut in.
“May I have this dance, my queen?” he teases, eyeing your crown.
“You may indeed,” you giggle, allowing him to take your hand as he leads you away from the crowd, toward the back of the hall where the two of you dance away from prying eyes.
He holds you close, his hands on your hips as the two of you sway to the melody the minstrels play.
“You fought valiantly,” you compliment as he twirls you out, then back into his arms.
“Thank you, my lady,” he hums, feeling quite pleased with himself, hands wrapped around your waist as he holds you close, your hips flush against his.
“My father will be furious if he sees me dancing with you this intimately,” I point out, a smile playing on my lips.
Daemon smiles back at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he pulls you even closer, “I do not mind making him angry.”
“I think you rather enjoy making him angry,” you retort as the two of you continue dancing.
“Your beauty is well worth making every father angry. But anger is not the emotion I seek to elicit from you, my lady,” he whispers in your ear, allowing his hand to move up your side until it rests on your neck, his thumb tracing your jaw as he presses a kiss to your temple, “What emotions do you think I can pull from you?”
“Perhaps we ought to find out,” you challenge, arching a brow.
Daemon grins, loving the way you tease him, his hand moving to run through your curls, “Shall we head to my room?”
Immediately, you feign offense, resting a hand on his chest as you gasp in faux outrage, “How dare you, Ser, I am a lady! I cannot be seen going to a handsome prince’s chambers, unchaperoned!”
Daemon rolls his eyes at your tease, chuckling, “Then what would you suggest, pretty little thing?”
You nearly swoon at the pet name but you lean up to whisper in his ear, “The Small Council chamber will be empty right about now-”
Before you can even finish making your suggestion, Daemon is leading you by the hand, practically sprinting toward the room in question. You giggle as he opens the door, pushing you inside with a quick slap to your bum before closing the door behind the two of you, though leaving it ever so slightly ajar, unbeknownst to you. He pulls you into his arms, cupping your face in his hands, leaning into kiss your plump, kissable lips.
But you stop him, resting a finger on his lips and asking, “Daemon… Do you actually like me? Or is this just a way of getting even with my father?”
Daemon gazes into your eyes, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones as he speaks in a low, earnest voice, “At first, it was about hurting him. Annoying him. But you are the most beautiful, charming woman I have met in my entire life and now? I could never imagine wanting anyone beside you.”
You nod, pressing your lips to his softly before pulling back to whisper, “I appreciate your honesty,” you add after a moment, “My father is trying to marry me off to Jason Lannister. He told me I have perfect hips for child rearing, can you believe it?”
His lips curl back in something akin to a snarl, “The disrespectful prick. That will not happen. I will not allow it.”
“Perhaps you ought to make an offer to him for my hand then,” you say, the two of you gazing into each other’s eyes.
“I will pay any dowry, fight any enemy to be with you,” he vows, resting his forehead against yours.”
“I am the troublesome daughter, if you recall,” you tease, “He would just as likely pay you to be rid of me, I would think.”
“Your father adores you,” Daemon smirks, “And his troublesome daughter is the sweetest, most beautiful woman I have ever met.”
“I am not sweet,” you protest as Daemon kisses your neck, “I have never once been described as such! You mean to insult me!”
Daemon chuckles, moving back toward your lips, “Perhaps you were trouble as a girl, but now you are nothing but sweetness.” he brushes his lips against yours before murmuring, “I like you, troublesome, sweet, whichever way you choose to be.”
Then, his lips descend upon yours with a passion you think has never existed before this night. His tongue dances against yours as he holds you close to him, your arms wrapped around his neck as he lifts you onto the Small Council table, dropping to his knees. You watch him with no small amount of surprise as the great Rogue Prince sits before you like a beggar, pressing a kiss to your ankle, all the way up your leg to your inner thigh. Your hands thread themselves in his hair as he buries his face between your thighs, lapping at your folds like a man starved.
“Gods, Daemon,” you manage to murmur as you feel the muscle moving against you, tasting you greedily.
Daemon lets out a low moan at your taste, nuzzling his nose against your pearl as he continues his task, lifting your legs over his shoulders. You fall backward onto the table, allowing him to move over you, spreading your legs apart as he continues to move his tongue along your center, moving one of his fingers to toy with your pearl as he does, bringing you to the edge, the pleasure so intense when you reach your peak that it feels as though you have ascended to the Seven Heavens themselves.
After you return to Earth, so to speak, you gaze up at Daemon, “Claim me as yours. Ruin me for any other man so my father has no choice but to allow you to wed me.”
Daemon nods eagerly, undoing his breeches, giving his cock two quick tugs before aligning himself with you. You watch as he eases himself inside you with a low groan of your name. He’s large, almost uncomfortably so at first, but you relax around him as he kisses you, his hands holding yours. After a few moments of letting you adjust to his size, Daemon pulls back slightly before slamming his hips back against yours, making your back arch up off the table in ecstasy.
“Daemon,” you moan, “Gods, I need you…”
Daemon begins snapping his hips against yours at a breakneck pace, his hands still holding yours, silver hair falling like a curtain over the both of you as he gives you pleasure like you’ve never felt in your entire life. Too absorbed in the feeling of his long, thick cock filling you over and over, hitting that spot inside you that has you screaming his name, you don’t hear the door creak open, nor do you see the way Daemon turns to smirk at your poor father, the man standing there with a look of abject horror on his face as the young prince defiles his precious daughter.
“Such a wanton little slut for me,” Daemon coos, his thumb circling your pearl as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, his taunting words arousing you all the more, “Are you going to soak my cock, pretty one? Tell me you love me as you milk my cock, hm?”
“I love you,” you moan out as your climax draws nearer, “Gods, Daemon, I love you so much.”
“And I love you,” he says, quickening his motions, shooting your father a smug grin as he closes the door and leaves the room, “And I shall marry you. It is not a matter of if, but when, my sweet girl.”
As you squeeze around him, reaching your peak with a cry of his name, Daemon thinks that this is truly the best nameday gift he ever could have received, his own release following soon after.
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i LOVE your namor fics and how soft you portray him! i dont even want kids but they got me looking up baby videos on tiktok 😂😂 i was wondering if i could request? i like to imagine namor spending some time in the surface world with reader, maybe something showing him being domestic? im sorry im not very creative lol im sure you know what im getting at. thank you so much!! 🫡🥰
When the sun came up, you were looking at me (Namor x F!reader)
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Masterlist
Pairing: Namor x F!reader
Word count: 1.4k
Summary: He showed you a part of himself he chose to hide from the others.
Warning: Nothing really, well I really don’t think there is a warning, just fluff or my idea of fluff
A/N: I'm back!
Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received!  
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You clenched the basket you were carrying, your knuckles white and your breath locked in your lungs as you made your way towards your king’s cavern. You were nervous and afraid, you barely made it through the soft current that guide you upwards, if it was for another reason you would be thrilled to see him. But when the message came from Attuma, his second in command, that changed everything.
You let out your breath when you almost got out of the water, one of your hands quickly went to dig out your mask from the basket you were carrying, quickly putting it on and adjusting it correctly before finally stepping out of the water.
This wasn’t the first time you were invited to his cavern, you were designated to bring him some food if he spent the majority of his time here. Your eyes quickly adjusted to the cold air that surrounded you. Quickly blinking away some tears that formed when your eyes became a little too dry. Your hands hugged the basket closer to your body as you slowly walked to the entrance. Even if you hadn’t yet to enter, you could still distinguish his figure, his focus away from you.
You stretched your shoulders, stopping at the entrance, it had been a few days since Attuma had delivered the message, you knew you needed to see him as quickly as possible but you managed to postponed it, until the older women forced you to finally confront the king.
Your hand knocked against the stone wall, the softest sound that made the king stopped his actions to turned and put his attention on your figure. You swallowed when his intense dark eyes greeted you.
“Ta p'ataj a k'iin.” You took your time. He stood up, silently putting his tools on the ground before making his way to you. “Ts'o'ok in pensado u ma' ten taal.” I have thought you were not coming.
Your eyes stayed glued to your basket, too afraid to even look at him. “In akaljantik.” I’m sorry. You gulped. “In akaljantik, K'uk'ulkan, ma' táan u yúuchul.” I’m sorry, K’uk’ulkan, it won’t happened again.
He hummed, his hands went to your jaw, gently caressing it before softly guiding your gaze to look at him, you were hoping to find anger on his eyes, but you almost gasp at how gentle they were. “A llamé waye' tumen ba'al, chan.” I called you here for something, little one. “Ba'al Páaybe'en.” Something important.
Namor’s hands let your face for a moment, his form fully turn away from you, leaving you a bit confuse. He walked towards one of the several baskets, pulling out a small yellow flower. Your eyes widened in fear, fully knowing where it come from. He turned to you, the flower firmly on his fist, his dark eyes were inspecting it and the silence made you tremble with fear.
“Namora ka tu kaxtaj ti' a ba'alo'ob,” Namora found it on your things. He didn’t look at you, his fingers playing with the several petals that covered it. “Le ba'ala' ma' pertenece u k noj, u tsool, chan.” This does not belong in our city, explain, little one.
A sick feeling filled your stomach as you clutched the basket closer to your body, the words couldn’t even form on your tongue, even though million of excuses were forming on your head. What could you say? That you made your way to the surface? That you were so selfish that you broke the rules for your own amusement? That you broke his rules and put at risk not only your person but every single one of the others?
Your form began to tremble, you didn’t know if it was from the air that cooled your form or simply the fear of not knowing what your punishment would be.
Namor noticed the shakiness of your form, he frown, not really wanting to put you on this situation, he silently took away the basket of your hands, placing instead the flower you desperately wanted to hide from everyone else. Your fingers didn’t grasped it tightly as he did so his fingers closed around your hands. He smiled at you softly, trying to ease you back to comfort. “Ma' taak ka'ach in a asustaras, mix mix.” I didn’t want to scare you, far from it. One hand left yours and placed it on your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin.
“K'uk'ulkan.” You closed your eyes, trying so hard to not break down in front of him. “Teene'…” I…
He shushed you gently. “In wojel.” I know. He whispered, his eyes looking at the flower. “A wojel wáaj bix u k'aaba' le nikte'o'?” Do you know what this flower is called?
“Ka tin kaxtaj way.” I found it on the surface. You shook your head. “Tin tukultaje’ jats’uts.” I thought it was pretty.
Namor hummed, you almost closed your eyes at the sound. “U k'aaba' cempasúchil.” It’s called cempasúchil. He whispered. “Le nikte'o' le pixan.” The flower of the dead. You gasped in horror, trying to drop the flower but his hand didn’t let you. He quietly laughed at your action. “Mix taan u kíinsikech.” It will not kill you.
You stared at the flower -and him- weirdly, trying to understand how this tiny flower had that huge significance. He grabbed your chin and guide you to look at him once again. “I could show you, but the place I could take you do not speak our language, have you practiced your English?”
“Yes.” You bit your lip. “I am not good still.”
He shook his head smiling. “It does not matter.”
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Namor guide you to the surface, carefully explaining you how you needed to blend yourselves from the surface-dwellers, you nodded along his words, but when the both of you finally made your way to the beach, he noticed how your skin turned blue, he frowned, not because of the color, but because he knew that if they saw it, you would be taken away from him and that made something stir inside of his body.
His eyes found a piece of clothe that perhaps belonged to someone else but he didn’t care. Namor grabbed it and helped you put it on, it didn’t do much but he was more at ease. He grabbed your hand and tugged you softly, making your way to the festivities, and as best as he could, Namor explained everything.
Like a child full in wonder, your eyes tried to take as much as you could, every single light, every single smell, everything was so captivating to you that you couldn’t care less if some surface-dwellers were throwing glances at the bluish-tone your skin was taking.
Then, some form of lights began exploding on the skies, making you gasp in surprise, your body sticking closer to your king, who gladly welcomed your touch without any complain. Your eyes never leaving the skies, how the colors were changing with each explosion, it made you giddy, it made you feel like you were a child once again.
Namor felt the soft tapping on his arm, his eyes quickly turning to it, a small child offered him a smile, a few teeth missing on the front, tiny hands trying to place a small object on his hands, he gratefully accepted it with a nod. The child left and Namor inspected it carefully before gently placing it on your hands.
You watched it with wonder. The object providing you with a gentle warm that made you smile, you tried to touch it but it burned you, making you quietly hiss but not throwing it away.
Namor was about to take it away from your hands as it hurt you, but when you turned to look at him something inside him made him stop. The object created a soft glow that caressed the bluish of your skin. You looked beautiful, like a painting he spent hours creating on the loneliness of his cavern, and when your eyes softly closed, he knew you were smiling under the layer of cloth he helped you put on to disguised yourself from the others. He couldn’t look away and even if he could, in that moment, he chose not to.
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Spoilers for Catching fire of the Hunger games series, if u havent watched it dont read.
Rewatching the 2nd hunger games film, Catching Fire for the first time in a years here r my thoughts chronologically, & I've got a lot to say about this one:
- They actually show Katniss's PTSD, flashbacks and nightmares.
- Gale being a "nice guy", christ hes a an sh*tty
- watching them back to back, they recast the cat!!!
- Snow is a fabulous villain.
- CINNA 🥰
- Caeser Flickerman's banger theme tune!
- The camera's interview is so awkward
- Effie deserved Katniss snapping at her on the train
- Peeta acknowledging that he cant hold her to wot they did to survive in the games! Peeta's already way above Gale. Peeta king 👑 of communication.
- just asking each other their favourite colour is adorable
- The Mockingjay!
- Peeta offering to talk to make it easier for Katniss
- Peeta giving Thresh & Rue's families some of their winnings. Katniss's speech about Rue is beautiful, I'm sobbing
- I love district 11, f*ck the peace keepers!! That poor old man! Haymitch: Who's going to protect them!?
- Haymitch knows better than anyone that you never escape the games.
- Jennifer Lawrence is fabulous
- Haymitch cares about them so much, we love him.
- Katniss barely holding it together on the victory tour. She looked so horrified at the little girl saying she would volunteer just like Katniss did.
- Caeser Flickerman has no right to be so iconic.
- Peeta is amazing! I love him and Katniss
- Does Effie have to say Mahogany in every film?
- Peetas disgust at the Capitol compared to what people in the districts are going through.
- I love the politics of catching fire
- Seneca decided to stop breathing - Plutarch
- F*CK GALE!!!! SHE DOESNT HAVE TO LOVE U ROMANTICALLY FOR BOTH OF U TO SAVE UR FAMILIES!!!!! Gale's right about rebelling, but he isnt even trying to understand her trauma.
- I love the anti corporal punishment, pro riots/rebellion, f*ck the police message of catching fire
- Peeta without question helping to save Gale cos he's not selfish
- Prim being a great nurse!
- I don't think Katniss has ever had any romantic feeling for Gale, he's just her best friend at most, a lot of the time he's barely that, she would've thrown herself in front of that whip if it was anyone she remotely cared about.
- The trauma of all the victors. Haymitcch is right they're not winners, they're survivors. Nobody ever wins.
- Effie actually kinda realizing the games arent the honour shes been indoctrinated to think they are.
- Katniss didnt ghetto say goodbye to Prim 😭
- Finnick & Maggs!!! We love them.
- Finnick Odair 🥰
- The Capitol is even more perfect in this one
- Johanna Mason is iconic and fabulous
- Wiress & Beetie r great
- Maggs is the sweetest
- Transition from Seneca Cranes hanging body to Caeser Flickerman's banging theme song!
- The Victor's interviews are very persuasive & interesting, they each show a lot about the characters
- Slay Johnnana!!! Make him pay for it
- The costumes in this one is a step up from the first.
- the fact she knows that Cinna is in danger for the Mockingjay dress
- Peter "We actually got married" Mellark, Peter "If it werent for the baby" Mellark
- All the Victor's holding hands in a show of unity
- CINNA 😭 (Jennifer Lawrence was amazing in this scene)
- The arena is beautiful
- finnick: oh Sh*t Katniss might actually love Peeta.
- THE FOG ,, MAGGS!! 😭😭
- Tick Tock The arenas a clock
- PEETA! JOHNANNA!
- bye bye district 12
I love this film, for me, it's my favourite in the series.
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pairing ↠ namjoon x reader (f. reader) genre ↠ college!au; brother’s best friend!au; strangers to lovers; smut; one-shot summary ↠ when your brother bails on you, you have to find another way to entertain yourself for the night and Kim Namjoon just so happens to be a great company. rating ↠ +18 warnings ↠ alcohol consumption; flirting; sexual tension; the reader and Namjoon are shameless; explicit smut: consent king!Namjoon, a bit of thigh riding, nipple play, fingering, oral (f. and brief m. receiving), spit kink, dirty talk, pet names, praise kink, marking, light choking, begging, protected sex, multiple orgasms, cumshot, cum eating word count ↠ 12k (yeah, well. what can i say 💀) estimated reading time ↠ 30 minutes notes ↠ ok, so. i know i said i would upload this yesterday, but i got caught up with work and wasn't able to edit it one last time like i intended, and i hope it's ok that i'm dropping it now instead 🥺 note² ↠ also, this took so much longer than it should have, and it’s huge 😭 i’m so sorry y’all, but i swear it’s pure filth, the smut is just ridiculously long bc i don’t have any ounce of self control lmao 🫣 note³ ↠ ok, i'll let you get to it, now 🥰 crossposted ↠ read on ao3
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As the good sister you are, you hate Jimin most of the time.
The sparse moments in which you feel love for your brother are the only downside of going long enough without seeing him, because you start to forget why Jimin studying on the other side of the country is actually crucial for your relationship. Recently, for example, you've been missing him, and that's not something you can just let happen.
So, when your boss sent you to Seoul to attend a handful of meetings during the week, you took the opportunity to meet up with your brother for the first time since he got into college and make new oh-so-sweet memories with Jimin so you can go on with not missing him for another semester or so.
The club he chose is far from the hotel your company paid for, but it's been a minute since you last toured Seoul's alluring night, so you decide to walk. You spot the large mono. neon sign Jimin described around thirty minutes later, and you quickly step out of the chilly night into the club's cozy interior.
You fish for your phone inside your purse, messaging a simple im here to your brother before finding your way to the bar. You hop onto one of the empty stools, smoothing the fabric of your pants and adjusting your cute top that is slightly hiked up from your walking.
You order a beer to start the night, and with its bitterness coating your tongue, you turn around to take in the environment. You have to admit Jimin was right about this place. Although really crowded, it feels comfortable; the dim lightning casting a cozy veil over the bodies pressed together on the dance floor, the playlist good and loud enough to soothe any thoughts that might threaten a good night out.
[10:31] baby j 😗: on my way
Upon reading his response, you can't contain the large smile that betrays your anxiety. It finally hits you how long it has been since you last saw your brother. You don't even know what color his hair is now, how he's enjoying his first semester, if he found another apartment, if he got that job he told you about last month.
Aren't you supposed to know these things? God, you're a terrible older sister.
“Hey! What's up, noona?” A deep voice calls beside you, startling you a bit.
You turn, catching sight of a tall man greeting the bartender before he slides onto the stool next to yours.
After you take a quick look at him, you find yourself blinking back a couple times, simply unable to divert your attention: you've never seen such a fine man in your life.
As he leans over the counter, his broad torso is evident even through his shirt, large shoulders making him seem way too big for that stool. And his thighs?! Those thick — thick — thighs. You could die a happy woman between them, almost drooling when he spreads his legs to make himself comfortable.
“I'll just have the usual!” He orders, prompting a nod in response.
You know you're ogling, but fuck if this man isn't just perfect.
He pushes his hair back, long fingers tangling in his black locks in an failed attempt to clear the strands off his eyes, but in a successful endeavor to make you suck in a breath. Your attention falls to his lips — plump rosy lips that shine once he wets them with the tip of his tongue.
You tilt up, finding his dark almond-shaped eyes — piercing back directly at you.
You tense a little under his scrutiny, but you don't turn away, holding his gaze as you sip your beer.
“You know it's rude to stare, right?” He teases, making you smile immediately. 
Thing is: you are a Park, so flirting was like second nature to you. There's no scenario in which you dismiss this perfect lead he just gave you.
Besides, Jimin tends to be late, right? Yeah, he said he was on his way, sure, but who knows if he won't go to his place to freshen up before coming to meet you or something — what could be so bad about entertaining this beautiful man by your side?
“Oh, I'm sorry. You’re gorgeous, so it’s easy to get distracted.” He snickers, not expecting your response but definitely enjoying it. “But it's ok, I’ll let you stare back so we're even. Here, let me make it easier for you.”
You wiggle your body so you're facing him, closing your eyes playfully.
But he keeps his eyes locked in your face, as he's already regarded you before making his way to the bar. He noticed you when you approached the stool. He noticed the way your pants hug your legs just well enough for him to be able to delineate your figure. He noticed how really fucking cute your top is, loving how it bares the skin of your neck for him to picture how nice it would be to taint the soft flesh. 
You are hot, and Namjoon is a practical man, so he was already trying to read you, maybe wait a bit to see if you came with someone, if your body language was inviting or reclusive.
What eventually pushed him to come over was the way your face lit up when you smiled at your phone and he found himself grinning in response.
So now, even with your eyes shut, and your body closer for him to shamelessly gawk at, it's your smile that he's focused on.
“So?” You open your eyes again.
He cocks his head, regarding you.
“I like your earrings.” He taunts, and you scoff in feigned offense.
“That's your review?”
The bartender shows up again, placing a bottle of soju and a single glass in front of the man, who pours a dose for himself before drinking it.
He looks at you, all pretty and pouty, and grins before he's leaning in.
“I think I’d like to paint you, princess.” When did his voice become so husky? “Is that something you'd be interested in?”
This close, he catches the goosebumps that crawl up your arms, but your reply is unaffected.
“Well, how good of a painter are you, baby?” 
You can feel his hot breath fanning your jaw.
“I'd say I'm really good, but it really depends on you.”
“What about me.”
He shifts back to his prior position, a smirk on his face.
“If you behave.”
“And if I don't?” He drags his tongue over his lip.
“Then that’s even better.”
“Then I'm definitely interested, baby.”
He shoots you a shit-eating grin. God, are those fucking dimples?
“Well, what is your review?”
“Uhm, I like your lips. Almost want to know what they taste like.”
“Almost?”
“Of course! Need to know if you're a good boy first.” You say, matter-of-factly, tilting your head to finish your beer.
His eyes follow your body when you reach for another glass over the counter. “I also think a bottle of soju seems like a lot for one person.”
Damn, you are hot.
“Well, I'm a big guy.” He says, but pours it in your cup nonetheless.
“I can surely see that.” You huff, making him laugh.
“I'm Namjoon, by the way.”
You introduce yourself, taking the hand he extends to you.
The feeling of his large palm enveloping yours take your mind to other places. Places where that same hand is running up your legs, reaching for your zipper and slipping inside your—
“You're here alone?”
Before you can respond, your phone vibrates over at the counter, and you reach for it, checking a new message in your brother's chat.
“Gimme a sec.”
[10:47] baby j 😗: im rly rly sorry, sth came up, wont be able to make it tn
[10:47] you: You alright?
[10:48] baby j 😗: yeah
[10:48] you: Then why cant you come?
[10:49] baby j 😗: …
[10:49] baby j 😗: i met up w this really cute guy from my class and i wanna fuck him
[10:50] you: You bailing on me to fuck???
[10:51] baby j 😗: im so so sorry 🥺
[10:51] you: No you aint 😡
[10:52] baby j 😗: my bad lol
[10:53] baby j 😗: gtg tho, see u tmrw
“You ok?” Namjoon asks, as soon as you finish your glass of soju after sending Jimin a bunch of angry face emojis.
You realize you're frowning, and immediately ease the scowl on your face.
“Yeah. My brother just stood me up.”
“Shit. I'm sorry.”
“It's ok.”
Namjoon is quiet for a second.
“So you're leaving?”
You honestly thought Jimin would take longer to piss you off this time, but when you meet Namjoon's uncertain eyes, you can't really feel too bad about yourself right now. You smile mischievously. 
“Giving up already? Oh baby, I thought you could hold up.” You pout.
“I would never even think of leaving you unsatisfied.” The grin returns to his face, where it belongs. “Besides, who would I share my soju with?”
You pretend to search around the club.
“There are plenty of people here.”
“I'm sure of it, but there’s this beautiful girl who’s talking big to me and looks awfully uncomfortable in her clothes and I happen to be a very good boy who just wants to help her out of them.”
“Didn’t think of you as the romantic type.”
“What can I say, I’m as sweet as they come.”
“Then what do you say I help you finish this bottle before you give me a hand, sweet boy?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Just one thing, though.” He turns to you, attentive. “Sweet isn’t really my thing. I like it rough.” You wink.
“Damn, princess.” He chuckles. “I like you.”
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Namjoon prided himself on being a good flirt. He liked to take his sweet time with his partners, teasing and instigating in such a way that any fleeting touch would ignite the skin.
But you? You were humbling him.
Barely two cups into the bottle, he decided to take you to dance. He assumed that having his hands on your thighs, gripping your hips, and his lips brushing gently over your neck would help to shut that witty mouth of yours, but as you keep grinding your ass on his cock he finds himself guiding you closer, spellbound by the way your body frames his.
Namjoon's thoughts are clouded by your hips, the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips turning him the fuck on, making him feel like a horny teenager.
A thin layer of sweat covers your bodies, the loud music a mere excuse for you two to keep pressing into each other.
Namjoon can hear your shaky breaths as you turn a bit on his hold, lips nearing his ear as you nib lightly at the flesh — which, paired with the way your fingers grab his hair, is enough to prompt a quiet moan out of his plumpy lips, one that you wouldn’t have listen weren’t you so close to him.
He should be ashamed of how fast he’s giving in, but he honestly doesn’t give a fuck. He just wants more. So he lets you do as you please — even if just for now.
Namjoon leisurely rolls his pelvis on your ass, large palms coming up to circle your waist and it’s his turn to listen to the pretty whine you give him. Namjoon closes his eyes, trying to focus.
“Wanna kiss you so bad, babe. Can I kiss you?”
You nod immediately and Namjoon wastes no time in grabbing your hand in his and quickly guiding you out of the dance floor, cutting through the sea of bodies with clear purpose.
You two make your way to a hall near what you assume is the backdoor of the club, poorly illuminated but also a bit more quiet.
Namjoon gently pushes you towards the wall, your back meeting its cold surface. The way he stares at you resembles nothing the sweet eyes you met at the bar — now dark with lust, nothing short of intimidating.
And you would be lying if you said that didn’t spur a heat below your belly.
“Are we allowed to be back here?” A coy smile crosses Namjoon’s face.
“That’s what you're thinking right now?”
“What should I be thinking, sweet boy?”
A huffed laugh passes his lips, and Namjoon steps closer. One of his arms comes to rest near your face.
“In a good ass excuse for the show you pulled back there.” His low register sends a shiver down your spine.
On second thought? Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him that much, but— ah, who are you kidding?
“Thing is, babe, I’m not sorry.”
Namjoon shakes his head, taking a step closer.
With his body so near, you’re suddenly hyper aware of everything. You close your eyes when his breathing ghosts over your skin, feeling goosebumps trail over your arms.
You wait for his next action. You wait for a touch or a reprimand, but it never comes.
Wait.
He didn’t… leave you, did he?
You’re mortified for a second, but as if sensing your distress Namjoon brings his fingertips to graze over your sides. The sudden touch startles you a bit.
When his hands reach your upper arm, you hear him let out a sharp, frustrated breath, prompting you to open your eyes.
“You are fucking beautiful.”
You want to reciprocate his praise, but the words seem lost in your throat. This close you feel drunk on his beauty, dazed by his full, sinful lips and intoxicated by his heat as your bodies orbit each other.
Are you imagining him?
Namjoon’s hand continues to travel up your body, stopping at your jaw.
The pad of his thumb traces your chin, reaching your bottom lip and slowly pulling it off of your anxious bite, soothing the flesh in a tender movement.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks again, tone serious.
You smile.
“At this point, you better.”
And so he does, plumpy lips touching yours with surprising tenderness while his hands rest on your neck. You are taken aback by his softness, not reacting for a second before pulling him closer to bathe in his warmth.
The kiss unwinds all the tension off of you, replacing it with lust. The docility of his actions makes them hypnotic, your mind disoriented with his skin grazing yours — but you’ve never been a patient woman.
You slide your hands through his chest, trailing his defined torso before grabbing his shirt in your fists. You break the kiss and he lifts an eyebrow in question.
“Thought I told you sweet isn’t really my thing, big boy.”
Namjoon chuckles. “So impatient.”
This time Namjoon smashes your lips together, kissing you with hunger.
He presses you further against the wall and you stumble with his eagerness, a satisfied hum leaving your throat.
His hands explore your body, going through your neck, your shoulders, your hips and then your ass, grabbing a handful and giving it a hard squeeze.
He opens your mouth with his, and you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. His breath is ragged when he slips his tongue inside, and you two take barely a second to match each other's rhythm.
You suck the soju's sweetness off his tongue, and he drinks the bitter memory of your beer. Forget the alcohol — he's the one inebriating your thoughts.
You feel every inch of his body, pressed flush against his broad torso as his waist smoothly drags over yours, making it almost impossible for you to keep your whiny sounds down your throat.
You make no effort, on the other hand, to resist the urge to bite his pillowy flesh, nibbing with maybe more force than you should, but grinning in satisfaction when you earn a sweet groan in response.
You entangle your arms around his neck, pulling your bodies closer in a desperate attempt to get more of him, and he seems just as insatiable, slithering his arms behind your back to press your fronts.
Namjoon breaks the kiss, but he gives you no time to complain before you feel his mouth on your neck, sucking and biting between licks over the sweaty skin.
Your hands find purchase on his hair, grabbing his locks with force as arousal gushes out of you.
Namjoon's determined to mark all over your neck. After he sucks a hickey on the spot between your ear and your jaw, you just fucking know he's sporting the smuggest smile at the way his actions shove the prettiest of yelps out of you.
He levels his face with yours, but avoids your lips when you try to resume the kiss. 
“You’re awfully quiet, baby girl” he points out when you frown “have nothing smart to say?”
“How about fuck you?”
“I plan on it, don’t worry.” A cocky grin takes his lips. “And although you look gorgeous trying to be in control, I wanna hear you. I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel, baby.”
He doesn’t really give you an option when he slots his leg between yours, large thigh pressing up your core and pushing an audible whimper out of you. The sound makes Namjoon grab a handful of your ass and use it to grind you along his thigh — his fucking thigh.
You grab the back of his head, pulling him to you as you smother his lips with yours, but this time Namjoon eats all your moans, feasting on the sounds you so obediently grant him.
You’re bathing in each other’s heat and with a particularly delicious roll of your hips, your core brushes on his growing bulge. You suck in a breath, parting with the kiss to learn how to breathe again.
“Look at you” his tone is laced with lust “riding my thigh like a good girl.”
Fuck, you're so damn horny, and you've barely done anything. The fuck is up with you? It scares you how you know you'd promptly fold if Namjoon asked you too, just to have that cock drilling inside you.
So you just hum weakly, apparently forgetting how to fucking speak.
“What was it again? That you called me before?” he asks, returning to slide your clothed core over his strong legs again, loving the way you look getting off on his thigh “Oh, right. What happened with all the filth you were saying before, sweet girl?”
You swallow. This man is fucking challenging you. You have to get your shit together.
“Namjoon—” you moan his name out “I’m… I’m so fucking wet right now.”
“Yeah?” His Adam's apple bobs in his throat.
“Yeah, Namjoon, my panties are fucking soaked.”
“Shit. That’s it, wanna hear you losing it.”
Namjoon wants you so bad. He can feel the warmth of your core rubbing against him, and he can only imagine the growing stain in your panties, the desire of licking you clean the only thing in his mind. He wants to know how you look when you cum, and he just knows it'll be the prettiest fucking thing.
“I can feel how hard you are for me.” Your shaky voice makes him growl.
“Yeah, sweet girl?” That’s his new favorite pet name, the only thing he wants leaving his mouth.
You close your lips on his neck, moaning against his skin when you lick up his throat, a salty taste coating your tongue.
“I haven’t even—” you falter, intensifying your movements to touch his covered cock with each raise of your hips “I haven't even touched you yet, big boy. If I lose control, you sure you can keep it?”
You suck a purple stain on his pulse point, nibbing at it softly and rolling your eyes back over the grunts he pours on your ears.
Your hand slides between your bodies, fingers ghosting over his cock. Namjoon chuckles darkly.
“You're such a tease.”
“And what you gonna do about it, big boy?” You murmur on his skin.
Before Namjoon can answer, though, a high giggle echoes through the corridor.
You both turn, startled by the sound.
A couple stumble its way into the corner, in a messy make out session that delays their realization that they aren't alone. 
“Do you live close?” You ask Namjoon, breathe steadying when the two of you understand the couple doesn’t really mind the audience.
“Yeah.” He says, non-committal.
“Can we maybe go to your place?” You suggest, unsure if he's comfortable with it.
Namjoon turns his attention back to you, and his lips curve up into the most gentle smile you've ever seen.
“If you want to.”
You nod, mirroring his smile.
Namjoon adjusts himself in his pants, trying to be as comfortable as one can be with a painfully hard cock in tight fitting slacks.
You take the cue to soothe your own clothing and Namjoon can't help when his cute smile turns into a full on smirk upon seeing the evidence of his hands on your crumpled outfit.
He takes your hand in his when you both are relatively presentable, and once again leads you through the club, this time aiming for the exit.
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Turns out, Namjoon isn't a good boy at all.
The whole ride to his apartment his hand was planted on your thigh, caressing softly without ever breaching your inner thigh or skirting higher — it was as innocent as it possibly could be.
Yet you were squirming and fidgeting the whole trip as his voice, enveloped in the most vulgar desire, whispered the most filthy promises on your ear, shooting arousal all the way down to your now sticking panties.
Promises of making you cum on his tongue, of fucking you senseless with your face on his mattress — of painting you with his cum tonight.
By the time the car finally stopped at his place, you felt your knuckles sore from clutching the fabric of your pants.
Not that he was unaffected. Namjoon could dirty talk you all he wanted, it didn't change the fact that you saw the way his cock twitched and how he was restlessly shifting in his seat whenever you played into his little scenarios.
Although, in hindsight, saying you wanted to be stuffed full of him wasn't the best idea, because the quiet groan he spilled in your ear did nothing to placate your own aching pussy.
The warmth of his palm is familiar at this point as he takes your hand to climb the flights of stairs to his place. Namjoon quietly fishes for his keys and, before opening the door, he looks at you, smiling softly and making you smile too.
When you both are inside his apartment, you wet your lips, anticipating his kiss. But Namjoon misses the action, too preoccupied with taking off his shoes and jacket and politely asking for you to do the same at the entrance.
His long legs stride towards the kitchen, and you almost assume he’s nervous when he fumbles with his cabinets, picking up two glasses.
You frown and, slowly following after him, you hop up on the stool by the counter, across from him. 
“Namjoon.”
“Yeah.” He fills the cups with water, placing them between you two and finally returning your gaze.
“Do you still wanna fuck?”
Namjoon huffs out a laugh. “Yes. I definitely still wanna fuck you.” His eyebrows knit together. “Why? Don’t you?”
“I do. But I kinda expected you to have, you know, thrown me against the wall or something by now.”
“I might still do that. Just wanna talk for a bit, make sure you’re sober and all.” He explains, reaching for his cup, and you mimic his motion, soothing the dryness of your throat. 
“Well” you ponder “I honestly feel a bit tipsy, but I’m conscious.”
“Do you want some time to be sure?”
“Nah, I’m sure.” He nods. “Are you drunk?”
“Not really.” Namjoon presses his lips into a tight line, before saying: “I also wanna know your limits.”
“My limits?”
“Yeah, I wanna know what you don’t like.”
“Oh” you huff out a laugh, dumbfounded “that’s nice. You seriously ask that to everyone you hook up with?”
“I like to.”
“Okay, uhm…” you sip your water. “I’m not really into degradation and, although I said I like it rough, I would appreciate it if you didn’t hit me or anything.” He nods, waiting for you to continue. “I also don’t feel comfortable with ass stuff. Oh, and do you have condoms?”
“Yes.”
“Then I think that’s it. Maybe just don’t try anything freaky before telling me?”
“Sure, no problem.”
“What about you?” He cocks his head to the side, considering you for a second.
“There isn't much I'm not willing to do, honestly, so really? Just don’t want you to lie or fake stuff. I want you to tell me if I’m doing something wrong.”
“I can do that.”
Namjoon rounds the counter, stopping in front of you before helping you stand.
“Up.” He commands, head tilting in the direction of the counter, and you jump to sit on it.
“There’s only one problem.” You say, guiding him between your legs.
“What?”
“I’m soaking wet right now.”
“That can’t be comfortable.” He traces soft circles on your thighs.
“It isn’t. And it’s your fault, big boy.” You pout.
Namjoon sucks his lower lip between his teeth, dark lust cloaking his eyes.
He gets closer, hands coming to your ass and squeezing it.
“But I’ve barely done anything.”
“I’m painfully aware of that.” You whine, seeking more contact.
“Are you normally that impatient, baby?”
“Do you normally take this damn long to fuck someone?”
He chuckles.
“You sure you can take it if I’m rough with you, princess?”
“You sure you can be rough with me, sweet boy? Cause you’ve been all talk and no—”
He smashes his mouth against yours before you could finish.
Namjoon’s lips seem like velvet on yours — despite the pressure, despite the thirst with which he drinks you up. He moves his lips in a way that almost feels like too much, like you won’t be able to take it, but the taste of lust coats your mouth so deeply that you’re intoxicated.
His hands memorize your body, grabbing your neck to tilt your head to the side before you open your mouth to meet his hot tongue, flicking it with yours.
You explore his mouth, happy to swallow all of his breathy groans as Namjoon tightens his grip on your ass, pulling you to drag on his bulge and grunting at the feeling, your body gasoline to his fire.
He can barely concentrate on the kiss, and you’re not much better, the initial eagerness developing into a sloppy make out session — fuck technic, how can one focus when Namjoon’s cock is so deliciously rubbing against you?
He starts to kiss down your jaw, wet lips tracing your sensitive flesh, taking your neck as his canvas.
You couldn't be more thankful for not having any more meetings to attend until being back to Busan, because you definitely don't own enough makeup to hide the purple marks he leaves behind. 
He cups your boob, squeezing it in a way that has you parting your lips in a whimper.
“Fuck princess, you’re so responsive.”
His palm slithers beneath your shirt, caressing the soft flesh of your stomach before he tugs your top off.
“Take this off for me, baby.” He commands, voice low in your ear as he brushes the thin lace of your bra.
And you obey, unclasping it and letting it fall somewhere near your top.
You're not ashamed or timid in the slightest when you lean back on the counter to let him take in as much as he wants from you, a tiny smirk crossing your lips. Your confidence makes Namjoon crazy, but you can't help it. You feel so hot under his gaze, you could let this man do anything to you.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. Like, honestly, what the fuck.” You giggle.
“Come back here then, sweet boy.”
He kisses down your body, from your neck to your collarbone before he finally reaches your tits.
He closes his mouth around you, swirling his tongue around your nipple as his thumb finds your other breast, flicking over your hard nub and eliciting a loud cry out of your pretty lips. Namjoon seriously feels like he could drown in your sweet sounds.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging a handful and making him groan, vibration reverberating all through your chest.
A string of saliva attaches his lips to your tits as he peppers down kisses between the valley of your chest to regard your other boob, latching onto your nipple and taking his hand to smear the wetness he left behind.
The tip of his tongue licks your nipple, and you buck into his hips.
“Fuck, Namjoon, I… I love your mouth.” You pant.
“Love your tits.”
And he certainly makes you feel so.
Your head falls back when his hand cups your pussy over your pants. The elongated moan you grace him with makes him pull your waistband, quickly undoing your buttons.
You suck in a breath when his hand slips inside your panties, and the groan that leaves his throat is borderline painful as he finally feels you — his fingertips slightly spreading your folds as your slick coats him. 
“Damn, baby, you’re dripping.” He says, breaking the pattern of kisses on your tits to look at your face.
“I fucking told you.”
“Is all this for me?”
“Yeah, ba—” your words turn into a whine when his middle finger presses down your clit.
He chuckles, and you clench around nothing.
Namjoon feels like he's dreaming, seeing your head tilted back, your eyes closed shut as you squirm on his finger.
He pushes one digit inside your aching pussy, and you sob. Your wetness paired with the warmth of your walls pushes a moan out of his mouth, electricity going straight to his dick and coaxing him to push another finger inside — his mind spiraling as he imagines how your pussy will feel like around his cock.
“Good girl, soaking my fingers.”
Namjoon’s attention is locked on your face, gauging your reactions carefully.
“Shit, baby, that's it” you shudder when his fingertips find your g-spot, and he starts to hit it restlessly, your walls sucking him in.
You feel your breath scaping your lungs. Although Namjoon’s hand is somewhat restrained by your pants — which he didn’t mind taking off — the stretch of his fingers inside of you is maddening.
He's slowly working you up, heat coursing through your body and all the way to your scalp, the obscene sounds dripping from you only spurring you on.
You start to struggle to support yourself, feeling weaker by the minute, so you grab his upper arms, in an attempt to steady yourself. When you open your eyes, you’re met with deep, dark lust.
“I want to eat you out.” He says, and you feel like you’re going to pass out.
“Fucking god.”
“Would you like that, baby?”
“Yes, baby, fuck” you moan.
“Tell me you want it.”
Can't he tell by the way your chest is rising and falling at an almost concerning speed?
“I wanna feel that pretty mouth of yours in my pussy, Namjoon.”
He groans before his hand leaves your cunt and helps you down the counter.
You two stumble your way to his bedroom. Namjoon's arms hug you tightly against him as your hands pull his hair in a messy kiss, the only concern in your minds is to remain linked.
Namjoon tosses you carelessly over his mattress, drawing a gasp out of you.
The sight of you on his sheets, bare chest glistening with his saliva, pants poorly undone and shifting as you try to relive the emptiness he left behind makes Namjoon grope himself through his clothes, swallowing strained grunts.
You smirk at his distress, bringing your hands to your boobs and pushing them together to shove that grunt out of his throat. 
“You look so pretty like this, spread out for me.”
“I bet you’ll find me prettier with your cock inside of me.”
“You keep saying these things…” he closes his eyes, sighing heavily at the image you cast in his head. “I think I need to teach you some manners, dirty girl.”
“I’m counting you’ll at least try.” You smirk and Namjoon chuckles.
In a smooth motion, he takes his shirt off, exposing his broad, sculpted chest. Smug takes his face at the way you shamelessly gawk at him, and he kneels at the floor, hands harshly yanking you to the edge of the bed by your pants, before he finally slides them down your legs.
Namjoon straight out moans when he notices the large pool of arousal staining your panties.
“Damn, baby” his voice is barely audible and you squirm, shutting your legs to try and provide some friction. “You want to be fucked this bad?” His hands come up your thighs to part them, gaze transfixed in your core, layered by the thinnest lace of underwear.
“I want to be fucked this bad by— by you, shit.” You stutter as Namjoon lips meet your legs, biting and licking the soft flesh.
He trails kisses along your thighs, closing the distance to your cunt, but instead of touching you where you need him to, his lips simply hover over you. You let out a low curse when he continues his path to your other thigh, licking and sucking roughly.
“Namjoon, please.”
“Please what, princess? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you.”
“I want your lips.“
“They’re right here.”
“I just told you.” You whine.
“Fucking tell me again if you really want it.”
“Please, eat me out, baby.” Your voice is pathetically high, but you couldn't care less.
“Since you asked so nicely” the look of his dimples between your thighs is the most beautiful obscene thing you've ever been graced with.
Namjoon shoves your panties to the side, and the way he curses your name out has you forgetting how to breathe.
“The prettiest fucking pussy, so fucking wet for me” he groans “I bet I could slip right in.” And you’re sure he’s right, feeling your lust dripping down your ass.
Namjoon seems to like the way you squirm under him, because instead of fulfilling his promises, he blows a cold puff of air over your folds and the way you shudder has his dick twitching. 
“Namjoon, for fuck’s sake.” He chuckles. “I'll fight you, I swear to god.”
He brings his finger to glide up your entrance, effectively shutting you up.
Namjoon teases you, pulling your folds apart before spreading your slick around them, leaving you all nice and sloppy for him. His eyes flick up to the way your chest rises and falls above him, then his gaze returns to your drenched cunt.
How are you supposed to survive the night if he keeps looking at you like that? Like you are sin incorporated? 
He finally brings his face to you, licking a long stripe along your pussy and collecting all your juices on his way up to your clit, where he swirls his tongue before sucking, hard.
You can’t help the loud cry that exits your throat, nor how it elongates when Namjoon hums in pleasure.
“You taste so fucking good.”
One of your hands flies to his hair, twisting and pulling carelessly, while the other gathers his sheets in your fists.
You jolt your hips up to meet his face as he continues to lap at your cunt and when he drags the tip of his hot tongue to part your folds and pushes it inside your walls, Namjoon has to pin you down to prevent you from lifting off the bed.
“So fucking good, baby” you moan, fumbling with his hair.
“Yeah?” His deep voice against your heat makes your head fall back.
Namjoon feel his control dissolving pretty fucking fast as he takes in all that you can give him, arousal gushing out of you for him to feast.
His tongue explores your cunt and he softly takes your clit in between his teeth. You feel a sharp pressure growing in your stomach and you grind on his face seeking more of it.
“Shit! Do that again, please” you yelp, and he promptly nibbles down at your clit.
Namjoon starts to focus on your now swollen nub, while he slides his hand down, and before you can process his intentions, you feel the delicious push of two of his fingers inside of your cunt.
The sound you let out has Namjoon’s mind blanking. You arch your back, squeezing your eyes shut as goosebumps crawl up your arms.
Namjoon lifts your legs to rest them on his shoulders, allowing himself to go deeper into you and he speeds up his movements, his fingers scissoring you open for him. Namjoon eats you up like his life depends on it, sucking the soul out of your body.
Sinful squelching and slurping noises fill his room, and he wants those sounds imprinted to his brain, your pussy loudly dripping for him.
In a sudden movement, he curves his fingers, hitting your sweet spot. Your breath tries to keep up with your racing heart while the knot in your belly threatens to snap.
You let go of his sheets, hand coming up your chest, cupping your boob just slightly before pinching your hard nipples, the sensitivity making you squirm, Namjoon's groan between your legs just spurring you on, the sight of you unraveling above him the most erotic thing he's ever seen — and to know he's the one making you shiver like that makes his cock painfully hard.
You rest your hand beside your head, trying to steady yourself somehow and failing miserably.
Your mind is empty, his tongue washing away any lingering thoughts or worries you’ve ever had, as if you know nothing but the feeling of his lips wrapping around your folds and the maddening drag of his fingers inside of you. 
When your legs start to shake and your walls clench around his digits, Namjoon slightly parts his lips from you, but without pausing his fingers — if anything, he starts to pump them faster.
"You gonna cum?"
You nod.
Your lower lip will definitely be bruised tomorrow.
"Words, baby girl."
"Yes! Yes, I’m close" you cry.
"Look at me." He demands, and you do as he says.
You support yourself on your elbows, meeting his firm gaze on you.
The sight of Namjoon between your thighs, chin glistening as your arousal drips from his mouth, and the fact that he still hasn’t stopped fingering you, make your whole body quiver, your stomach contracting hard, and you have to gather all your self control to not cum just from his looks.
Fuck, you wish you could take a picture.
"Want you to look at me when you come." You clench around his fingers. "Can you do that for me, princess?"
"Yeah" you are like… twenty percent sure you can.
Namjoon grins to himself in triumph. You’re already already this fucked out and he’s barely begun with you.
His mouth returns to your core. Honestly? Namjoon's knees are surely bruised from the hard floor, scraping whenever he moves further against you. But he couldn’t give less of a fuck as his tongue worships you in earnest, your name falling from his lips like prayer while his fingers stretch you so fucking good, pushing you to the edge of your orgasm.
"Jesus, Namjoon, that’s it" you feel silly, struggling to keep your eyes open.
"Cum for me baby. Cum on my face." He commands, register so low you barely hear him.
The feral look he directs you alongside his words make your orgasm hit you in a strong wave, your body lifting from the mattress and shaking vigorously. Namjoon’s hand spreads over your stomach to try and pin you down as he keeps his tongue lapping at you, drinking up all your essence and helping you ride out your high.
He groans at the way your browns shoot up your forehead, mouth silently parting as your head falls back.
You’re so fucking gorgeous when you cum.
You push his head away from you when your legs start to tremble from oversensitivity, searching for air.
Namjoon puts your panties back in place, the soaked clothing sticking to your eaten out pussy and making him hum, satisfied.
"That’s it, baby, you did so well for me."
"Fuck" you whisper, running your fingers through your hair. The shockwaves of your orgasm are still making you shiver when you pant, "what the fuck was that?"
Namjoon chuckles, slowly lifting himself from his bruised knees.
His stare on you falters when he darts his tongue out to collect your cum from around his mouth, eyes fluttering shut.
He climbs up the bed, careful not to crush you as he brings his lips to yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and he swallows the quiet whine you make before pulling away.
Namjoon takes his wet fingers and wraps around his mouth, sucking his fingers clean with his eyes closed.
When he looks at you again, something unreadable crosses his gaze before he gulps. "Can I spit in your mouth, pretty girl?"
Your reaction betrays your answer, thighs immediately pressing together as a new wave of arousal shoots through you at his request.
But Namjoon still waits until you say: "Fuck yeah, you can."
His smile is ridiculously innocent for the matter at hand.
"Then open up for me, princess."
And you do, parting your lips and sticking your tongue out as he grabs your jaw, hovering above you.
You close your eyes as a small globe of spit hits your tongue, and you swallow proudly, a content hum ripping from your throat. 
"Good girl, shit, that’s so hot."
He leans in to resume the kiss, making himself more comfortable between your legs. His clothed cock drags against your inner thigh.
Why is he still wearing pants?
"Namjoon" you call, between kisses.
"Uhm."
You take your hands to his torso, tracing freely and loving the way his skin shivers under your fingertips. From his broad shoulders to his firm abdomen, you explore his golden, sweaty skin above you, until you slide one of your hands down. Your palm touches his member, stroking it just slightly as you bathe in the broken moan he graces you with.
"Let me suck you off." You offer, feeling how hard — and thick, mind you — he is under your hand.
"Can you handle more?" His tone is teasing, but his look is genuine. 
You’re silent for a moment. What does he mean by that? Would he just… stop if you said no?
God, why is that so hot?
"Yeah, sweet boy. Wanna take care of you too."
The problem is that there’s no way Namjoon’s gonna last if you suck him off. He can barely control himself now, after tasting you and drawing all those sweet sounds out of you. His dick is already twitching under your half assed strokes, the slight discomfort from his pre cum staining his clothes a clear sign he needs to be inside you. He wants to make you cum again, but around his cock this time.
So he chuckles.
"Can you take it if I fuck you now?" You bite your lip, nodding. "Yeah? Tell me you want my cock, baby girl."
"I want you cock, Joonie." You spill, lips nearing his ear. "I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow."
Maybe not your brightest idea, but at this point you don't give a shit. Namjoon is the only thought on your mind and if you came that hard just from his fingers, you can’t wait to see what his dick will feel like.
"Fuck, I love your filthy mouth." He groans. "Sure you don’t need some time?"
"Nah… maybe leave the riding for later, though?" A coy smile crosses your face.
"Sure" he smiles back.
Namjoon kneels back on the bed, wincing a bit when his sore knee touches the crumpled sheets. Ignoring it, he reaches for his wallet in his back pocket, taking a foil packet out of it.
He stands up, tossing the wallet aside before reaching for his belt.
"Let me" you ask, lifting yourself and sitting on your heels.
You take your hands to his thigh, caressing it before going to his belt, which you undo, eyes not daring to look away from his.
You bite your lip when your hands open his zipper, and you reach around him to grasp his pants, pulling them down slowly as he looks at you with nothing but lust, eyes tilting down to your bare chest.
"You honestly have the most amazing thighs."
He frowns in amusement. "Thanks?"
Usually you’re a big fan of reciprocity, and you might have considered taking your sweet fucking time with him, just like he did with you, if Namjoon hadn’t just give you one of the best orgasms of your life and if you didn’t feel arousal pooling again on your already soaked panties. So, instead, you just pull down his pants along with his briefs, his cock springing free.
Namjoon hisses at the feeling of the fabric dragging against his shaft, and you have to suck in a breath when you look at his thick member. It must be painful how hard he is at this point, dick angry and throbbing.
"Big boy indeed." You blurt out, making Namjoon laugh as he kicks his pants down his legs.
"Losing your confidence, princess?" Honestly? Namjoon has no business having such a pretty cock and being this hot. You feel like he should be illegal.
You curl your palm around his dick and give it a tentative pump. A long moan falls from his lips from finally receiving some attention.
"Namjoon?"
"Yeah."
"Can I at least taste you?" Are you fucking pleading?
He gulps.
"Please?" You pout.
He bites his lip — how could he ever say no to you looking up at him like that, the cutest pout on your lips, while you beg him to let you give him head? He'd give you anything.
"Shit, yes, you can."
You smile.
That's it. Namjoon's sure he's imagining you. Is he dreaming?
You inch closer, giving his tip an experimental lick and tasting his salty pre cum, riveting at the sweet sounds he lays out for you.
You spit on his shaft before you lick your way down him, smearing your spit all over his length, before giving his crown a light suck, prompting Namjoon to buck his hips into your mouth, and you welcome him.
You moan, feeling his weight on your tongue. He twitches between your lips when you hollow your cheeks.
You start to take him further, his tip grazing the back of your mouth while you pump what you can’t fit inside.
"Fuck, princess, you look so pretty sucking my cock." He groans, head tilting back for a second and squeezing his eyes shut.
When you start to bob your head faster, though, Namjoon gathers all his self control and pushes you away, and you release him with a small pop.
You pout, and his jaw tenses "why would you stop me then?"
"I wanna fuck you." He pumps his dick a few times, hand slipping easier with your saliva now coating him. "All I’ve been thinking about."
Namjoon rips the foil packet open with his teeth, securing the condom around himself.
You make a move to lay back on his mattress, but Namjoon shakes his head.
"Nah, baby, that’s not how I want you."
He slithers his arm around your torso, harshly turning you over. He yanks you by your waist, pulling your ass up to him. His hand runs down your spine, pressing your face on his sheets.
Namjoon positions himself behind you. His palm comes up to caress your ass before giving it a hard squeeze.
Namjoon parts your cheeks, and he brings his fingers to your folds, spreading them apart to stare at your pussy. He grunts upon noticing your cunt is already a mess for him again even if he’s just licked you clean.
"You got wet again from sucking my dick, princess?"
"You felt so good in my mouth."
Your words fuel him, and Namjoon doesn’t think twice before he inches closer and licks your folds, the tip of his tongue collecting your licking lust as he hums in pleasure.
"Sweetest fucking pussy" your eyes roll back.
Namjoon pulls away to admire the view. There are you, all pliant, waiting for his next action with your face pressed down his bed, your ass on display, pussy dripping in anticipation.
He never felt this fucking hard.
"God, you’re gorgeous. So beautiful for me like this."
He grips his cock, aligning himself with your entrance, but instead of just sinking it inside you, Namjoon drags his crown up and down your folds like he has all the fucking time in the world. Your spit mixing with your gushing arousal.
You groan — you wanna fight him.
"Namjoon" his name drips like sin from your lips.
"Uhm." He hums, distracted.
"Just fuck me already."
He smirks. 
"Now that’s no way of asking something, is it?" You groan. "Don't you wanna be a good girl for me?"
"Baby, please, can you fuck me? My pussy is so fucking wet right now." You whine, wiggling your ass, creating some, but not nearly enough, friction. "Please..."
Namjoon fucking loves your dirty mouth. "Good girl."
He slowly presses himself between your folds, shoving a loud moan from your throat.
You shudder from the intrusion, his tip deliciously splitting you up as it slides in your cunt.
"Shit, baby, you’re way too tight." He grunts. "Relax for me, princess."
Namjoon leans over you, his torso framing your back. He lays sweet kisses on your shoulders, and his hand on your hips starts to softly trace your skin, raising until he’s grabbing one of your boobs. He squeezes it, pitching your hard nipples.
His gentle touches make you melt, allowing for Namjoon to drag his cock further inside of you, finding little resistance as his thick cock stretches you up.
Your cunt engulf him so tightly that Namjoon feels his mind spiraling, and when his hips meet your ass, you both let out a shaky breath.
"Shit, I feel so fucking full."
He chuckles.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Yeah, fuck. Gimme a sec."
You roll your hips slightly to try and get used to his size, but he’s filling you up so good that the tiniest of movements makes his shaft drag against your walls, a quiet yelp falling from your lips.
"Ok." You gulp. "You can move."
Namjoon licks his lips and smirks, hands tightening on your hips.
"Hold tight, baby."
He slowly pushes himself out of you, but doesn’t give you time to feel empty as he immediately comes slamming back inside. You gasp, body jerking forward.
Your pussy welcomes him with each thrust, swallowing him with the most wet sounds you’ve ever heard, and you start to push your ass back to try and take him further between your tight walls.
His cock moves in a merciless pace, and you feel like you forgot how to breathe.
How the fuck does he know how to move his hips like that?
You’re exhilarated, mouth open but not a single sound coming out. Overwhelmed by his soft moans above you, by the way he stuffs your pussy full of him, by the way you can feel your legs wet with your arousal gushing from your core.
You try to get your shit together, prompting your ass back to meet his thrusts, and when you finally find his rhythm — but not without the help of his firm hands dragging you against him — the slapping sounds become so vulgar that you sob.
"That’s it, baby, that’s what you wanted, right?" He mumbles, voice barely coherent as his throbbing cock relentlessly drills your pussy. "To be fucked so hard, to be so stuffed you aren’t able to speak, hum?"
You hum, feeling like you’ll scream if you open your mouth.
Namjoon doesn’t like it, though. He hates the way you’re suppressing your pleasing from him.
"I thought I told you I wanna hear you losing it, baby. Where’s your filthy mouth?"
"So… you… so good, Namjoon… fuck" you stutter.
"You like it?"
"Yeah, shit, go harder."
His eyes flutter shut for a second.
"Anything you want, princess."
Namjoon shifts his legs, trying different angles to make you unable to hold your pretty sounds in. He attempts a couple of ways before he sets his left foot on the mattress, and when he resumes his thrusting a loud scream rips from your throat.
"That’s it, Namjoon, god, there. Please, do it again." You plea, voice pathetically high as you clench around him.
Your moaning is fuel to him, and he starts to fuck you as hard as he can, loving how you’re spiraling under him, tortured sounds finally reaching his ears.
"You feel so good, baby." You say and Namjoon growls.
Just as blissful as the sensation of his cock deep inside of your tight walls, is knowing that he’s making you feel on the fucking moon too. So, he seeks the same spot over and over again, his purpose clear.
You roll your hips, grinding on his cock.
God, it's such a shame you're not into degradation. All Namjoon wants it's to call you his slut.
"Shit, princess, you’re so greedy, fucking yourself with my cock."
You push your ass back again, but this time you feel his balls slapping against your clit and you both falter as lightning courses through your bodies, making you constrict your pussy around him.
"Do that again, baby girl." He commands, and you fucking obey.
You clench around his cock again, and Namjoon goes feral.
His strokes are hard, but so fucking precise that the way he’s railing your pussy makes you feel like you’re losing your grip on reality. 
Shit, this is too fucking good, and Namjoon feels dizzy. If he wasn’t drunk before he certainly feels like it now, thoroughly enjoying the way you’re completely unraveling under him.
"You’re squeezing me so good, so fucking tight for me." He groans out.
His fingers dig into your flesh in a way that you’re sure it’ll definitely bruise — but you want it too. You want him to mark you all over with the evidence of how good he’s fucking you, of how good he’s making you feel.
Your mind is clouded. Your knuckles sore from how hard you’re clutching the sheets.
Namjoon’s so fucking satisfied, pride exuding from his body as he looks down at you on his bed, being fucked senseless as he drills his cock in and out of you, loud slapping and squelching sounds making it even more obscene.
"You take me so well, shit, such a good girl." Namjoon groans, hypnotized by the way your body rocks with the force of his thrust.
You could die a happy woman just from the way he praises you. His words making your stomach twists in what you’re sure will be another mesmerizing orgasm. 
"I could fuck you all night, baby, and I just know you’d take it."
"Yeah, Namjoon— I, I would." You yelp. "I will."
He has the audacity to chuckle. 
"I’ll hold you up on that offer later."
You’re already so close again. God, you don’t wanna come like this, you don’t wanna come so soon.
"Namjoon?" You call and he hums in response. "I wanna ride you."
Did he win the lottery or something? He feels like he doesn’t deserve it. God, he missed like, three essay deadlines this semester, he definitely doesn’t deserve it. 
"Fuck, yeah, baby, you can ride me."
He slips out of you, and wastes no time crawling to sit at the headboard.
Namjoon reaches out to hold you, helping you straddle him with your wobbly legs. He laughs when you take a deep breath, goosebumps all over your skin.
"You sure you can ride me, though?"
"Shut up" you hiss, trying to concentrate before you wrap your hand around his length and lift over him to align him with your entrance.
A shaky cry falls from your lips as you gradually sink in his dick. The stretch is completely different and his fat cock splits you open so deliciously that you somehow feel even fullen than before.
"Fuck, I love this position." He reads your thoughts.
You just nod, unable to think as you find purchase on his shoulders. When you’re finally fully seated, you feel like Namjoon's cock is touching your soul.
"Fuck, Namjoon, you’re huge."
His face is all scrunched up, brows knit together in pleasure, and you’re almost angry at how beautiful this man is. The nerve.
"God, this pussy so fucking tight."
You take a deep breath, and swiftly roll your hips over him. Namjoon’s head thumb back and you feel so fucking powerful when his hands grab your ass, trying to guide you over him to reproduce the feeling. So you grind on him again, making his cock reach spots you didn’t even know you had.
After rolling a bit more on his lap, you muster all the strength you can and lean back, planting your palms on his thighs — have you mentioned how fucking beautiful his thighs is? — before slowly raising yourself.
The second time you drag your pussy down his length is even more delicious, and it makes you feel so good that you feel like this is wrong in some way.
Ok, who are you kidding?
You’re both pure sin at this point. There’s no turning back from the obscenities you two said tonight.
So yeah, fuck it.
You try to focus as you slowly start to move your hips up and down, regretting all the times your friends tried to convince you to exercise and you didn’t, because you can’t seem to find a pace.
But Namjoon, so very attentive to your needs, grabs your hips, helping you establish a sluggish pace — but a pace nonetheless.
You gradually start to feel more comfortable, more capable, and Namjoon’s grip on your waist is now more for his own sake than yours when your movements speed up.
Soon enough, you’re riding him in earnest, in a hard rhythm that makes you meet his pelvis each time, his thighs quiver under your weight in the most gorgeous way as you send Namjoon to the places he not long ago made you visit. 
A proud grin settles on your face, watching him grunt with each stroke. 
"You're so good for me, baby, letting me fuck you like a good boy" you echo his words, almost teasing, but your shaky tone betrays you.
"You fuck me so good, princess."
Shit, you feel lightheaded.
Namjoon bites his lip, eyes transfixed on your bouncing tits. He takes your boobs in his palms, caressing and grasping them softly, your sounds music to his ears.
Your gaze falls to his neck, not nearly enough marked by you, so you dive to his throat, tongue licking up to his ear before you start to kiss and suck harshly at his pulse points, making him moan loudly into your ear.
"You’re so sweet and big for me" you say, clenching around him and you feel his dick twitching inside.
"Shit, baby, do it again." He asks, and you promptly close your walls around him again.
Namjoon’s not sure how long he’ll last with you on top of him like this, riding the soul out of his body while your lips worship his neck. But he needs you to come first — or rather, again, but this time around his throbbing cock.
Thankfully you’re not far. Your lower belly is contracting, nearing your high, and you’re so gone that you could tell Namjoon you love him at this point, you don’t even care — and you don’t think he does either.
"You’re so good for me, my pretty girl."
His? Shit, can you have that on paper?
"All yours, baby."
You yelp when Namjoon’s thumb finds your clit and starts rubbing you. The pad of his fingers spreads your wetness over your bundle of nerves, your heart ramming against your ribcage.
"Baby, I’m… I’m close." You're fucking panting, that's what you are.
"Thank god." He breaths. "Can I take over, princess?"
You nod, and Namjoon circles his strong arm around your waist, turning you without slipping his dick off of you.
When he suits himself above you, you immediately wrap your legs around his torso, and Namjoon starts to fuck you like he’s made for it. Fuck, why does he feel like he is, though?
His thrusts are relentless, but he uses his last working braincell to aim his cock against the spots he’s learned that make you cry louder — which you do.
Your hands grip at his hair, tugging hard as your head falls back.
You have to gather all the focus you possibly can to open your mouth, your voice barely a whisper.
"Choke me, baby."
Namjoon gulps.
"What."
"Please, choke me."
"Shit, princess." Is this what dying feels like?
Namjoon closes his hand around your neck, fingers pressing down your pulse points as he feels your erratic heartbeat slightly soothing under his fingertips. Why is this so hot?
Your every sensation is heightened. His cock heavenly railing you, his hot breath fanning against your sweaty skin, the loud sounds that fall both from where your bodies meet and from his mouth.
It takes barely a minute before white spots blur your vision. The tight not in your stomach snaps so fucking hard a scream leaves your parted lips.
Namjoon wants to know how to immortalize the way your face scrunches up when you come — would you let him do it again just so he can take a picture?
The force of your orgasm makes your pussy clench hard around his cock, and you milk him and your body quivers violently. When your back arches from the bed, his bed, he swears you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.
His thrusts become shallow, and you’re still rocking with the afterwaves of your orgasm, fighting through the overstimulation when Namjoon feels his own high approaching, so he quickly pulls himself out of your cunt.
He rips the condom off of his cock, tossing it wherever for him to mind later, and starts to pump himself above you. And what a fucking sight to behold.
"Come for me, baby, you’ve been so good, I want you to come all over me."
And like the good boy he is, Namjoon immediately does.
His hot white cum paints your belly just like he promised, a guttural groan leaving his throat as he empties himself over your stomach until he’s thoroughly spent.
You look down, wetting your lips before you bring your finger to your belly. You collect his cum with a flicker of your finger, and take your hands to wrap your mouth around, tasting his salty orgasm with a satiated hum.
Namjoon shudders. In that second, he wants nothing more than to come again just to see you eat his cum out of yourself once more.
"You’re a fucking menace, you know that?"
You smile innocently, and he falls beside you on his sheets.
Namjoon’s breath is uneven, and he brings his hands to push his hair out of his face.
You turn to him, a large grin on your lips. Namjoon’s eyes find yours.
"What?" His lips curve upwards.
"Fuck, sweet boy, I think I’m in love."
You two start giggling, you shake your shoulders in pure mirth while his laugh reverberates all through his body — you both find those sounds just as attractive as the obscenes ones you were eliciting just now.
It takes some time before your shared amusement softly becomes small snickers. 
"Still with the sweet thing?"
"You’re the best I’ve ever had, baby, you’re definitely my sweet boy." He takes his lips in his teeth, shaking his head. 
"I’m the best, huh?"
"Hell, yeah, I’m fucking giggling, Namjoon. Really, what the fuck."
"You’re the best pussy I’ve ever had. I honestly couldn’t be happier your brother bailed on you."
"Shut up." You playfully shove his shoulder, chuckling.
"Seriously, though, introduce me to him, I need to thank him."
"Don't ruin it." You joke.
You both fall into a comfortable silence, collecting your breaths.
"Wait, be right back."
Namjoon lazily gets on his feet, grabbing the used condom from the floor and heading to his bathroom, closing the door.
He returns a couple minutes after, a towel in his hand as he crawls back to bed and starts to gently clean your stomach, reaching your pussy and easing the mess he’s made of you.
"Thanks."
"Don’t mention it." You try to get out of bed, but your shaky legs make you stumble as you get up.
Namjoon quickly helps you steady yourself, a proud smile curving his lips.
"Can I use your bathroom?"
"Sure."
"Uhm… also, do you mind if I stay the night?" You ask, glancing at the clock on his bedside table, noting it’s way past one in the morning.
"Princess, I expect you too." Namjoon smirks. "We’re not nearly done."
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Namjoon somehow can look even better in the morning.
You wake up feeling his serene heartbeat beneath your ear, his arms enveloping you and your legs entangled.
You’ve been just peacefully staring at him for around ten minutes now.
At first it was because you feel like you’ve been hit by a bus, sore to the bones. But then, it was because he’s just so damn beautiful you couldn’t help it.
He takes a deep breath, stretching his limbs as he wakes up, yawning loudly. You inch closer and give him a quick peck on his cheek, before resting your chin on his chest.
"Good morning, pretty girl" he smiles, opening his eyes and tugging you closer.
"Morning, sweet boy."
"How long you’ve been awake?"
"Not sure. Ten minutes?"
"Wow, and you’ve just been staring at me? That's so creepy." You roll your eyes, and he chuckles.
Neither of you speaks for another couple of minutes, bathing in the calmness of the morning.
"You ok?" He asks.
"Yeah. Really sore, though."
"Well, you asked for it."
"I did, didn’t I?" You grin. "And you gave it to me like the good boy you are." You tease, kissing his lips.
He reciprocates the touch, but neither of you takes it further.
So. Fucking. Tired.
"I see I wasn’t able to teach you how to behave."
"I’m a lost cause, but I appreciate the effort." He huffs out a laugh, closing his eyes.
"What time is it?"
You turn on his hold to face his clock. "Almost ten."
"Hum."
Namjoon doesn’t make any move to get up, and you start to look over his room. For some reason, you didn’t pay it the slightest attention the night before.
"You in college?" You ask, when you notice tons of books piled on the floor near his dresser.
"Yeah, in my last year."
"Uhm, so pretty boy is also intelligent." He snickers.
"My good looks can be deceiving."
"I was deceived indeed. You have such a dirty mouth, I was baffled." He shoves you away from his grip, groaning.
"You're one to say, the filthiest girl I’ve ever met."
"The filthiest? You flatter me." You laugh, as he playfully pushes you to the other side of the bed. "Oh c’mon, you liked it."
He smiles. "Yeah, I did."
He’s so tender you almost feel shy.
"What do you study?"
"Literature."
"It suits you." You say, scanning his face.
"Thanks, I really like it. But what about you? Aren’t you in college?"
"I graduated last year."
"What you do?"
"Architecture."
"That’s nice."
"Yeah. I’m on a work trip, actually."
"You’re not from here?"
"No, I live in Busan."
"Oh. My roommate is from Busan."
"You have a roommate?" You ask, mortified, but Namjoon chuckles.
"Don’t worry, he was out. He didn’t hear the way you were screaming last night." You shake your head, a smile on your face. Namjoon breathes deeply before lifting to a sitting position on the bed. "Want some breakfast?"
"Yeah, I’d like that. Let me just use the bathroom real quick."
"Ok. Do you like toast? That’s basically the only thing I can make."
"Finally!"
"What?" He frowns.
"Finally you have a flaw, oh my god, I was losing hope" you say dramatically, raising your arms.
"Can't have you falling in love now, can I?" He jokes and you laugh.
Namjoon gets out of bed and you follow, heading for the bathroom and closing the door behind you.
He smiles to himself, shaking his head.
He makes his way to his kitchen, finding his roommate already there, eating his breakfast.
"Morning." He announces himself, and Jimin turns to him.
"Hey, man" he smiles mischievously, cocking his head in the direction of your clothes lying on the floor "how was the party last night?"
Namjoon's brief concern for forgetting to gather the clothes you took off in the kitchen quickly dissolves into a smirk.
"The party? Oh, I kept it in my room."
"All night?"
"All fucking night." They both chuckle. "She’s in the bathroom, so please be civil when she comes here."
Namjoon goes to his cabinets, grabbing some bread to prepare you something to eat.
"Sure, man."
"What about you? You arriving now?"
"I came home around six, I think, so I just crashed. Woke up half an hour ago."
"And how was it with that guy?"
"It was mid. But hey, it was worth the shot. Even if he has no fucking game he's still hot as fuck."
"Sorry to hear that." Jimin shrugs. 
"And what about this girl, huh?"
"Man, this girl…" Namjoon trails off, shaking his head "so fucking hot, I felt like I was dreaming."
"Really? You seeing her again then?"
"Don’t think so, she’s not from here."
"That’s too bad."
"Yeah, it’s whatever. By the way, do you wanna hang out later? There’s this music festival going on and I have no one to go with."
"Don't know, I’m probably going out with my sister today, she flew from Busan to see me."
"Oh nice. Maybe you could introduce us."
"Yeah, if she’s down maybe we can all go together to this festival." Namjoon nods.
He leans on the counter, facing Jimin, and smiles once he sees you coming from the hall.
"Hey, pretty girl."
Jimin turns back when Namjoon acknowledges you.
"Oh, hey sis!" Jimin greets automatically — before freezing completely.
Both yours and Namjoon’s eyes widen in terror.
"Chim?!"
"Wait— she’s your sister!?"
"Jimin’s your roommate from Busan?"
You stand still in the hallway, watching mortified as your brother's face contorts in a grimace, realization hitting him before he shoots his friend a deadly glare.
"God, Namjoon, you fucked my sister?!"
"I didn’t know it was your sister!"
"Man, you’re fucking gross!"
"The fuck’s that supposed to mean?!" You ask, indignant.
"My sister’s not hot!"
"Jimin?!"
"Can’t agree with you on that one, man, sorry." Namjoon argues.
"Those are my sister’s clothes, man?" He continues, ignoring what his friend said for his mental health’s sake, before he turns to you. "And you’re wearing his clothes? What the fuck?!"
"Jimin, stop being a child."
"You came to Seoul to fuck my roommate?!"
"You’re the one who stood me up last night. To fuck, may I remind you."
"Thanks for that, by the way." Namjoon interjects, winking at you, and a small smile crosses your lips before Jimin groans, exasperated.
"Seriously, man?! And what the hell happened to your neck, did he fucking punch you?"
"God, no! I just cho—"
"Shut up! God, I can’t fucking look at your two right now, unbelievable." He says, getting up in a hussle before striding to his room, cursing under his breath.
You and Namjoon are left alone in the kitchen, silence filling the room.
You gauge his expressions, realizing he’s doing the same.
"Thank fuck he wasn’t here last night." Namjoon says after a while, and you can’t contain the laugh that escapes past your lips.
"You really had to thank him, though?" Namjoon bites his lips. 
"I'd feel bad if I didn't. Mom taught me to be grateful." He bites his lip. "Do you still want that toast?"
You smile. "Sure, sweet boy."
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Prince Eric/Jonah Hauer King Masterlist
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KEY
💔-Angst(sad ending)
❤️‍🩹-Angst(happy ending)
🤍-fluff
🫣-semi-smut
😫-smut
🤩-author's favorite
🥰-reader's favorite
PRINCE ERIC
Series:
'My Little Mermaid' (Series)❤️‍🩹🤍
Entanglement *coming soon*
Oneshots:
Imposter: Summary: You run away after a big fight with your mom, having no other way to escape, you decide to sneak onto the Prince's ship. A little angst if you squint but mostly fluff. Prince Eric x F!Reader.🤍🤩
Picnic Date: Summary: A super cute fluffy picnic with your favorite Prince.  Prince Eric x Gn!reader. Super short and sweet.🤍
The two times Eric realized he loved you and the one time he told you.:Summary: Basically the title. The two times that Eric realized he loved the reader and the one time he finally admitted it.🤍🥰🤩
All Too Well (Y/N and Eric’s Version):Summary: F!Reader and Eric see each other for the first time after breaking up. They reminisce about their relationship and realise they’re still in love with each other. Inspired by All Too Well by Taylor Swift. ❤️‍🩹🤍
Would you love me if I was a worm: Summary: Its the middle of the night and the reader has a very important question.🤍
Sea sick:You finally agree to go on a voyage with the Prince but you suddenly remembers why it took so long to convince you in the first place. 🤍
Something Bout the Way You Look Tonight🤍🫣
Surprise(coming soon)
The Great War (coming soon)
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JONAH HAUER KING
Overwhelmed: You get overwhelmed during a red carpet but Jonah is there to calm you down.🤍
Batter and Banter: You and Jonah have a super domestic moment baking and light playful bantering.🤍🥰🤩
Batter and Banter Pt. 2🤍🥰🤩
Trailer Shenanigans: Jonah really missed you and plans on showing you exactly how much.🫣🥰🤍
Can’t Get Enough of You: Jonah and Reader dancing to RnB in the living room.🤍
Eating for Two Reader is pregnant and Jonah is excited to be a father.🤍
Pretty Boy Reader admiring Jonah🤍🤩
But Mommy I Love Him! : Jonah finally meets the readers family but Reader’s mom doesn’t like him (at first).🤍
Dont Forget About Us 🤍
Doc McStuffins 🤍
Swiper, No swiping🤍
Aftercare🤍
Interviews and Intimacy 🤍
Thirst Tweets 🤍🤩
Thirst tweets pt 2 🤍
Smudged lipstick🤍
I can see you 😫
Drunken kisses(coming soon)
Jaffa Cakes and Zebra Cakes *coming soon*
LAST UPDATED: 9/2/23
*Requests are currently open*
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Bad Batch Season 3 Episode 5 (scattered) thoughts and first impressions (ramblings)
Major spoilers under the cut
This one is also very long because mannnnnnn did I love this episode and omg do I have big feelings about it
Also yes I do love each member of tbb but in case it’s not obvious I’m a crosshair girlie. Have been since I first heard his voice in season 7 of tcw so this is gonna be very crosshair centric (because he finally has screen time and more than like 2 speaking lines this season!!)
Lula! 🥰🥰
Is Omega in a supply closet? Whatever better than her barren room at the lab
Ah nope her old “room” the gun turret 🥰🥰
A glimpse of mornings on board the marauder: peaceful boys and caf 🥹 probably only peaceful again now that omega is home
This is Omega’s best look omg the the crocheted vest??? I wanna cosplay her now or actually just wear this outfit fr
At first I was so annoyed they kept crosshair in this ugly ass outfit but I honestly think it’s because even though it’s warm on Pabu he’s always cold because he’s so skinny now (well he always was lean but this is a testament to how much weight he lost as a prisoner) They keep trying to feed him fruit and my man keeps using it as target practice 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️
I honestly love when they show scenes through like either a scope or helmet visor. Like I really love seeing what they’re seeing. In this case AZI (so happy they took him from Cids bar- sorry “parlor”….it was a dive bar)
He’s so mad at his hand 😭 my poor baby he really should let AZI look at it. What do we think it is? Nerve damage? I imagine it feels tingly like when your foot falls asleep.
I love that Batcher loves him!! Animals know good people. He’s a good man Savannah! 😭😭😭 and he likes Batcher too and anyone that’s kind to animals is ok by me.
Ugh Crosshair teaching Omega about being a sniper 🥰🥰😭🥰😭🥰 one day she’s just gonna pop out with a sick trick shot lmao
Shouldn’t have given him his rifle??? Sir it’s an extension of him, it’s like you gave him back one of his body parts
“Omega trusts him and that’s good enough for me” Wrecker!!! My sweet boy!! Big man and even bigger heart. He’s now kinda caught in the middle he wants to be cool with Crosshair again but doesn’t want to betray Hunter they’ve been through a lot just the 2 of them these past several months. Crosshair and Hunter are like parents in the middle of a divorce 😭
53%???? Fuckkkkkkk way worse than we thought
Echo!!!!! Yay mom came home!
“No hug for me” screaming crying throwing up! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 💔💔💔💔he’s disguising it as sarcasm but he wants it, he wants a hug! SOMEBODY HUG HIM DAMMIT! I volunteer!!! Please
Omega between her 2 dads 🥰 (Though is Crosshair more wine aunt vibes sometimes?) And batcher by Crosshair’s feet of course
Yummmmm I bet Pabu has banging sushi 🍣 Love Wrecker being an unbothered king enjoying his sush🥰
😭😭😭😭😭 Crosshair’s face when Echo mentioned Tech. He knows. He knows he fell or perished (shh no 🤡) trying to save him. They’re twins and he lost his other half and I’m devastated!! 😭
Haaaaa welcome to parenting a teenager Hunter!!!
Are Hunter’s eyes green all of a sudden?
Crosshair being the voice of reason?? I love seeing this side of him. I HC that since he is silent and highly observant he was a voice reason often for the batch. (Can we please get a series of TBB during the clone wars?? Or like when they were cadets or something. We only see them in 4 episodes in tcw and they were just an insane suicide squad who hated regs and didn’t follow orders or have anyone in charge of them like I wanna see their adventures and their dynamic and how they are when they have downtime! Please lucasfilmmmmmm 🙇‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️)
“I’m older than you are, little brother” 😂😂😂 and she got crosshair to chuckle lol ugh I love their dynamic so much. They are really feeding us rn (please don’t take it away)
Omg he’s so brave bringing them back there! To that freaking ice planet where nothing but trauma happened for Crosshair. I know he probably wished he would never have to go back there again but he knows this will help so he goes anyway
The old armor!!!! Helllllll frickinnnn yeaaaaaa (he’s so hot in armor omg I have a headache)
“Take a guesssssss” 🥵
“He started it” 😂😂 major youngest sibling energy
Mayday’s helmet! 💔💔💔💔 somebody sedate me!! 😭
Why can’t Hunter sense the Wyrm?
TOOTHPICK!!! Wrecker defo kept his toothpicks in the armor case 🥰
Frickin ice vulture always an omen. (Animals seem to really like Crosshair though even the scary ones)
“I know you” 😭 I know Hunter meant it in a “I know you’re sneaky and closed off and I’m expecting the worst from you right now ” but it just hit me harder than that. “I know you”- you’re my brother, the youngest I’ve known you since the day you were born. “I know you- I know there’s more to your silence I know your still waters run way deeper than you let on.” “I’m your brother- I know you talk to me I know you”❤️‍🩹
Oh shitttttt thems are fightin words yes let it out everyone
“I’ll do it! 😁” Wreckerrrr I love you
Hunter’s fast af boi!
Batcher is actually ripped af 💪
Ok petition that Cross doesn’t yell anymore it doesn’t suit him at all lmaoooo
Poor Wrecker yes it’s always ALWAYS a huge monster 😭
“Fantastic” 😂😂😂
Omg this is a roller coaster of emotions! Crosshair being soft with Batcher, the nodding! Ugh nothing like fending off a giant ice wyrm to bring bros back together
He’s so pretty shut up I know his head is shaped like a lightbulb
AAHH THERES THE HUG 🥰
progress 😌
“I thought I was being a good soldier ��” * *pterodactyl screeching *
Welp Im deceased, fed and nurtured but dead at the same time.
Thank you thank you thank you for these past few episodes. Us Crosshair girlies were really in pain seasons 1 and 2
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Being Nekoma's Manager:
Dating Yaku Morisake
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*look at the little hair flutter 🥺
Yaku Morisake featuring Nekoma x Fem! Manager
Warnings: light Swearing (?), YN fights men
A/N: This is a request from Spooky anon 👻 @cookiesandmilksx ! Also requests coming M,W, F staring September 5th!
Go go Nekoma! Push it, push it Nekoma!
I literally write whatever comes into my brain 😅
YAKU MORISAKE!! Our resident libero and demon senpai 😈
Love that for him!
He's more than earned the name- from his rigorous training of Lev
To his teasing of Kuroo
Yaku is one spicy gremlin
However, he's not all spice
Especially for his soft and sweet girlfriend
That's right YN, for you Yaku is legit the softest boi 🥺
When you first became Nekoma's Manager, Yaku took an instant liking to you
We all know he likes girls with short hair
BUT 👀 no matter the length of your locks, Yaku finds you so adorable and cute
It's actually kind of a phenomenon to Nekoma
They are all so confused 😕
What happened to Yaku?? And why does he only act like that around you 🤨
Kenma and Kai are the first to figure out why
The other ones aren't stupid just kind of clueless in a sense
Once Kuroo figures it out, Rooster boy never let's it go 😅
"I see someone has a crush on our precious manager"- Kuroo 😏
Yaku 👉🏻😐😑
"Who?"- Lev and Yamamoto simultaneously
Kenma and Kai 👉🏻😐🙄
Kuroo will pester Yaku until he finally snaps
Legit it will happen one day strong practice
Kuroo has been bothering Yaku all day about asking you out
Yaku had been busy training Lev so his patience is already at zero 😅
"Just do it Yaku. You're not scared are you?"- Kuroo 🙃
That's when Yaku loses it
"WILL YOU SHUT UP! I WANT TI MAKE IT SPECIAL FOR HER! YN IS A SPECIAL PERSON AND DESERVES THE BEST"-Yaku screams
Unbeknownst to Yaku, you heard the entire thing
Oop-
"You- you like me Morisuke?"- You
Yaku turns slowly and stares at you 👁👄👁
Kenma and Kai 👉🏻😐🤦
Kuroo 👉🏻😏
The rest of the team 👉🏻🍿👀
Yaku is now sweating 😰
"Well I- uh, I umm well"- Yaku, the blubbering mess
Sorry YN you have to step in ✋🏻
You walk up to Yaku, give him a kiss on the cheek and say
"I like you too Mori"- you say, giggling at his blush
Yaku 👉🏻😐😳😍
Kuroo 👉🏻😏 still smug, he'll say this was his plan all along
We know it wasn't
Kenma and Kai 👉🏻😮‍💨 finally
The team 👉🏻🥺🤧
And thus begins the ship know as YakuYN
Yaku is so sweet to you YN
Mans will pick flowers for you and walk you home
Honestly he is the softest boy only for his Nekoma's precious YN
And you are literally the princess of Nekoma
All the boys adore you 🥰
You dote on then individually, encouraging them all to do their best
When Yaku or Kuroo get upset, you know exactly how to calm them down!
You encourage our bby Shibayama to do his very best
You know just how to get Kenma motivated
By stealing his switch and/or phone 👀
And you know jusy how to deal with Lev 🙄
That's right, our resident problem child
You know just how hard Yaku is on Lev
So you try and be the more nurturing of the two 🥰
It's like good cop, bad cop
Yaku widdles Lev down to nothing and YN swoops in to save the day 🙌🏻
You can deal with alot of the crap the guys dish out, including Lev
However 👀 if there is one thing you don't tolerate, it's when Lev or anyone makes fun of Yaku's height
You happen to love your short king 🥺
And when you get on YN's bad side 😬
Let's just say I don't want to be anywhere close to you ✋🏻
I value my life thank you very much 😅
So one day at practice, Lev is feeling a bit bold?? Sure let's go with that
He walks into the gym and Yaku immediately starts in
It's really no different than usual
But then, it happens 👀
"I wouldn't expect you to understand Yaku, you're so short it probably went over your head"- Lev
The gym 👉🏻 dead silent 😶
Everyone, including Yaku, looks to you
You're head slowly turns to glare at Lev
Exorcist anyone?? 👀
Lev can feel the heat of your gaze YN, he's afraid to look at you
Lev 👉🏻👀
You 👉🏻➖️👄➖️
Lev 👉🏻😧
You 👉🏻🔥👄🔥
You get up and walk towards the guys
The scariest part is how calmly you walk over to them
Kai probably helps the first years evacuate the area 😅
Their precious eyes don't need to see this
Yaku is mentally trying to figure out how to handle this
He does his best to ca you down
"YN hey its ok, Lev and I do this stuff all the time. You know that big tall idiot"- Yaku, laughing without humor
"Morisake"- you say holding your hand up to him and glaring
That's all it takes before Yaku is like " I've done best 🙏🏻 thoughts and prayers Lev"
Kenma grabs his phone out to record 📱
Kuroo is ready to have Inuoka replace Lev
Kai is planning Lev's funeral
"Would you like to repeat that Lev?"- You say, glaring at the tall beast
Lev rn 👉🏻👁💧👄💧👁 ummmm
"I'd think LONG and HARD before you answer Lev Haiba"- you say (THATS WHAT SHE SAID)
NOT THE GOVERNMENT NAME 😫
"I-uh- I'm sorry YN"- Lev 😰
"Don't apologize to me, apologize to Yaku"- you spit
No matter your height, Lev flinches 😅
YN fights men ok ✌🏻
"Yaku I'm so sorry. I totally lost my tempter"- Lev practically begs
Really Yaku isn't mad at Lev but he's too afraid to say anything in fear that you might lose it 😅
"Its-its ok Lev"- Yaku answers cautiously
Like the flip of a switch, your mood changes
"There! I'm so glad we are all friends"- you 🥰
Your boyfriend looks at you 👉🏻😶
Lev 👉🏻🥲 yeah...
The team 👉🏻👀🍿
You kiss Yaku on the cheek and skip away, returning to your duties
"Remind me never to talk smack about Yaku around YN"- Kuroo whispers to Kai
You hear him, your head snapping to glare at kuroo
Kuroo 👉🏻🤐
That's right 💅🏼 nobody messes with Yn and her man!
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mrs-monaghan · 9 months
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f@ck anyone responsible
https://twitter.com/likecrazysix/status/1665880829141344256
Anon Noooooooooooooooooooo.... no more negativity today. I refuse in Jesus' name! 🙌🏽
I, am going to focus on the good stuff. 😜 First of all, look how cute this dude is 🥰😍
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Next we got the bffs. Gosh, I love this duo so much. Did you hear me? I said, look at Mimi being so damn cute!!! 🥺🥺😭😭😭
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He won a well deserved award, too! Humble king won't admit it so we will do it for him 😌😌
And then, the Jimcock made an appearance! 😏 we are always looking out for that. 😌
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And then.... would you look at that! 🤭🤭🤭
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SEVEN and FACE continue to be connected by JK on purpose. Oh man. Are there really people who still think Jimin wasn't aware before hand about JK's concept? Idk what to tell ya guys. U must not know these 2 men as well as you thought u did 🤷🏽‍♀️
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Now this, pissed me tf off. Alright??
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Since when does Suga know Jimin bEtTeR tHaN aNyOnE when it comes to performing??
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Did i suddenly get amnesia?? Jhope his fellow dance king and best friend would know Jimin better than anyone. Jungkook the man who talked about their mutual love for the stage and performing, would know Jimin better than anyone. And we're supposed to believe there is no Yoonmin agenda going on? This is some bullshit, I'll tell you that.
But, we don't talk about Yoonmin so,
Moving on to more important things like some belly action 👏🏾👏🏾☺☺☺
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He has a beautiful belly y'all 😍 words i never thought I would ever utter but that's Jimin for ya.
Hold up, hold up, we gotta see that on video.
Lord have mercy 🙌🏽🔥🙌🏽🔥🙌🏽🔥🙌🏽🔥🙌🏽🔥 He's amazing. He's incredible and awesome and every hater needs to go fall in a ditch. 🖕🏽
Last but not least, even Jimin knows this isn't true....so I'm just gonna assume its a manifestation and manifest this with him 🤞🏼🤞🏼
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What a great video. If u haven't seen it please go watch. Fun! Now the question remains,
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What's BH up to? Why wait till now? SEVEN is in 4 days. Whats the purpose of this weird timing? Guys, I smell a 🐀
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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years
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Something Worth Fighting For
Part 8
Pairings: Oberyn Martell x f!reader
Warnings:
Summary: Ellaria is dead, poisoned by Cersai Lannister and Oberyn is out for blood. When you arrive in Dorne on behalf of Daenerys to seek his aid in the war on Kings landing, you get more than you bargained for.
A/N: ahhh so here we are at the end. I’ve really loved writing this. Thank you so much to @scorpio-marionette for this amazing idea and to everyone who followed along 🥰
Part 7
Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰
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The next morning you stir awake to the feel of light stubble tickling your leg. Slowly opening one eye you can’t help but smile at the sight of Oberyn kissing his way up your thigh. “Good morning, my little sunflower.”
“Hmm, good morning. What are you doing?” He groans into the soft flesh of your thigh as he uses his hand to spread you open. His tongue darts out and licks a strip along your wet slit. “Oh.” You gasp, your hands gripping the sheets below you.
“You taste so sweet, my love. I could stay right here for the rest of my days.” He buries his face into your aching core and sucks on your swollen bundle of nerves; his fingers working into you slowly, building you up until you see stars. “Fuck…Oberyn…oh gods…”
He continues to lap at your folds until you’ve calmed before he moves up your body slowly. Once his body is flush with yours he lifts your leg over his hip as he slides into you, a groan slipping from his lips as you surround him. He moves in and out of you slowly, savouring the feeling, the moment - as if it may be your last.
That heat builds again in the pit of your stomach and you both climax together, loud moans muffled by your lips meeting. He rubs his thumb along your cheek, moving hair from your face as he stares down at you. “I love you, my little flower and when this is over, I am taking you home and making you my wife.”
“Hmm, I cannot wait, my love.” The sounds from outside begin to filter in and a voice calling for you both breaks the moment. “Prince Oberyn, Y/N, it’s time.”
Slipping from your heat Oberyn helps you onto your feet as you both dress, a tension in the air. “Are you ready, my little flower?”
“As I’ll ever be. Stay close.” He pulls you to him, his arms sliding around your waist. “I won’t let you out of my sight,” he whispers as his lips meet yours in a soft kiss. “Shall we?”
***
Screams. They fill all your senses as you stumble through the bodies. Blood and smoke fill the streets and your vision is blurry from the fall. Oberyn. Where are you?
Things were going well. You had entered into the city with Tyrion and your men; Oberyn at your side. You fought well and were making your way smoothly towards the palace until she arrived. It was unexpected and had taken everyone by surprise when Daenerys flew through the city on her dragon.
It burned everything in its wake. Soldiers and innocent civilians alike. She’d gone mad. People began to flee in fear and riots broke out. You don’t remember much after that except that Oberyn was nowhere to be seen. Fear consumes you as you try to find him, calling out his name but to no avail. Please don’t be dead.
You stumble slightly and lean your body against the nearest wall, your lungs trying to catch a breath. Closing your eyes you inhale once, twice, thrice. The sounds of screaming women and children filter through the streets and a wave of nausea hits you. I need to end this.
Pushing yourself off the wall, you walk with a new found determination with only one mission in mind. Kill Daenerys.
***
The building shakes around you as the roof caves and you scramble up the steps towards the throne room. You’re terrified as you almost fall to your death twice. The only thoughts in your head are of Oberyn. Is he alive or dead?
“I was wondering when you would get here?” Daenerys' voice breaks through the gaze of your thoughts as she sits upon the iron throne. “Why didn’t you tell me who I was? You knew I had no family, no knowledge of my past and yet you kept it all from me.”
“That was information you didn’t need to know. Once I realised who you were and that you could hinder my plans, the goal was clear. Kill you and take the throne for myself.”
“I don’t want the damned throne. All I wanted was to fight for you and your cause and then leave with the man I love and marry him.”
“Yes and then he would get into your head, tell you to claim what was rightfully yours. No, I couldn’t have that. Now,” she says as she stands abruptly. Her face is cold and calculating as she approaches you. “Now, I’m going to kill you and then the throne will be mine and no one can take it from me.”
“You’re mad. This is madness but if you're hell bent on seeing this through, then I’m afraid I must kill you first.” She laughs before calling out to her dragon. Oh fuck. I’m going to die.
Drogon appears in the huge hole at the side of the room, his gaze fixed on you and when she gave the order, he would fry you. A commotion outside the room can be heard and suddenly John appears out of nowhere. “Danny, you don’t want to do this,” he says calmly as he walks slowly towards her.
You gasp as a hand wraps itself around your mouth. “Shh, my little flower. It is only I, your love.”
“Oberyn,” you gasp as you turn around in his arms. His face is covered in soot and there is a cut on his left cheek. “You’re alive! Thank the gods. I thought I lost you.”
He smiles down at you, his thumb rubbing along your cheek. “I’m never leaving you, my love. I have a promise to keep. Now, we need to leave.”
“But what about Daenerys. I have to kill her or she will never let me be. What about Cerci?” Oberyn’s gaze flickers to where Daenerys now stands with John before finding your eyes again. “It appears our friend.” He tilts his head in John’s direction, “has a plan. As for the Lannister bitch, it’s taken care of. Now we really must go.”
His fingers love with yours and he pulls you along behind him back down the winding stairs and out into the city. Tyrion is waiting with two horses and Oberyn helps you up before taking his place behind you. A loud roar from the dragon can be heard and then he shoots fire into the palace.
“It would appear that John Snow has done the job. We need to leave.” Tyrion says before calliping off. Oberyn’s hands pull you close before gripping the rains. “Let’s go, my little flower. We have a boat to catch.”
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Epilogue
John had killed the dragon Queen and the iron throne was no more. Peace fell over the seven kingdoms and the people beyond the wall integrated into society. It was a new era.
Oberyn had kept his word and as soon as you arrived back in Dorne, he married you. Something that had shocked his brother and niece. We never thought he would marry at all, that wasn’t who Oberyn was. Even less so after Ellaria was murdered, they had said.
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The morning sun filters through the sheer gold curtains and a heavy weight lies across your waist. A smile creeps onto your face at how his hand rests protectively on your small bump. A shiver runs through you as his slightly dry lips kiss along your neck. “Good morning, my little flower. How is our daughter doing today?”
“Hmm, she kicked up a storm last night.” He moves down towards your bump, his lips kissing the taut skin along there as he whispers to your baby. “Starlight, you need to give your poor mother a rest from all the kicking, her bladder can only take so much.” As if she knew who was talking to her, your daughter calms at the sound of his voice. “How do you do that?”
“It’s a gift.” His lips kiss a trail up over your bump and along your breasts, pulling a nipple into his mouth. Oh! You gasp as your back arches off the bed. His hand moves along the curve of your waist before grabbing your breasts in his hand and squeezing it. You can feel him hard against your thigh as he nestles himself between your legs. “I want to watch you fall apart, my love.”
“Yes. Please Oberyn…I need you…” The tip of his cock nudges at your entrance, his mouth devouring you as you wait in anticipation for him to take you.
“Mommy. Daddy. Can we go swimming…” Oberyn groans into your neck as you are both interrupted by your three year old son. “Not again. I swear he has a radar,” he whispers into your ear. You tilt his chin, his eyes staring at you softly. “We can finish this later. I’ll have Joanna take him for the evening and that way, we won’t have any interruptions.” He kisses you passionately. “My wife is very clever. I love you.”
“I love you too. Now, let's get dressed and take our son swimming.”
“Yeah, swimming. Come on daddy.” Oberyn throws on his trousers and walks around to lift Nymeros into his arms. “Come on little Nym, let's give your mother a minute. How about we go and pack some food?”
“Yeah. Can we bring grapes?” You laugh as you hear the sound of their voices grow distant. You sit up in bed, a hand rubbing your growing bump as you take in the room where it all began. The room that gave you everything.
A/N: I have another Oberyn series in the works and will post the first part at the end of September. I want to have it finished before I post and then schedule it to post. It will be an arranged marriage series. 🥰
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slashingdisneypasta · 26 days
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Hey thank you for the links! They are working. Werewolf Sykes is sooo cool. And, I love dark fic so I thought the drabble was awesome. Pulling a gun on his s/o? Yeah. He would. His gentle, quiet, dangerous voice...👌👌
I had a dark thought, too. Warning for dub-con. If your family happened to owe Sykes a debt...imagine him demanding you as part of his payment. Promising them that the amount they owe will be reduced if they hand you over. He'll say you'll be working for him, helping with accounting and bookkeeping, that your services will take some of the weight off his shoulders...they can't see any other option but to accept.
He walks to you to his car, whispering silkily into your ear not to worry, all your needs will be taken care of. One of his big, warm hands on the small of your back as you climb into the back seat. Just a hint of a threat in his voice and his imposing size sending a shiver through you. You soon find out that the services he mentioned aren't exactly what you were expecting ;)
That's it. 😁 You must have some Toon Patrol asks then. 😁 I like the Weasels too, Wheezy being my fav. What else do you have asks for? It's ok if you don't want to share- I am just very curious. I have a feeling I'm going to like it here!
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my gosh.
This. This, this, this!!! There's nothing to add, its just- Ughhh, good stuff 👌 XD
Accounting 😏 and Book Keeping 🥰 I see.
And- yes!! I have lots of Toon Patrol asks! ^^ There is some other stuff sprinkled in as well though. Ooh you like Wheezy?? Sameeee XD He is so chill and in control 😏 While also being an unpredictable addict, which is very interesting XD
Here's the list!: (Apart from the OC stuff, the audience for which is basically @marinerainbow and I XD )
Doc and Sheriff from Cars x Reader x Chick Hicks. I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED TO WRITE THIS. I NEED TO SIT MY ASS DOWN AND ENJOY IT, I DUNNO WHY I KEEP PUSHING IT BACK!! @marinerainbow g i f t e d this ask to me, suggesting a reader who's so flirty with Doc and the Sheriff, because she likes them so much <3<3 , but who's getting nowhere with them because she's younger and they're gentlemen who would never 'take advantage' of her- when Chick comes into the picture and starts coming onto reader (He has no problem with the age gap 😅🤣). And she kinda has a moment, like... well, I'm not getting anywhere with the men I w a n t- so I might as well give this guy, who actually w a n t s m e, a chance! Right?? And then suddenly Doc and Sheriff are jealous XD
Another of her gift asks to me as a Professor fucking Callahan one where he treats Student!Menstruating!Reader better then all the other students XDD I c a n n o t believe I haven't written this yet. I guess I just feel guilty writing so much Cal (and Jim and Cruella and Otis- my f/os) 😅😅 The audience is real niche for them 😅😅😅
Horror Villains sorted by Love Language
A few Spotify Wrapped Prompts I still havent done 😅😰 (Maleficent, Psycho Weasel, Greasy Weasel, Inkubus, Clayton, and the Horned King).
Rufus Firefly thoughts! x2
@marinerainbow 's Slasher!Toon Patrol AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! x2
Lady Tremaine and Madame Medusa thinking about reader while they're... self caring~ 😏 XD
Which Disney Villains would be up for a threesome with reader?? And with w h i c h other Disney Villains would they be happy to do it with? 😏😏😏
Ex!Freddy Krueger x Reader who's with someone else now but cant stop thinking about him. (God fucking damn him, right?? XD ) I actually have written this, but I made it r e a l self indulgent and the other guys is d e f i n e t l y Jim Bickerman (I mean- I didn't use his name- But I alluded to it XD Reader kinda goes 'J- ' and stops just in time XD ). So i have to rewrite it and make it a bit more ambiguous XD
Pervy Villains (Beetlejuice, Chucky, Freddy, Greasy, Hades (or Jafar. I'm thinking of swapping them), and Offenderman) reacting to noticing reader having a wet dream ~~~
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nextinline-if · 8 months
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Congratulations on the new update. The chapter is wonderful, it was worth the wait!
I love our new Harbinger duties… some might call it boring, but hey this is fun! My MC was such a Sherlock about those farmers case 🕵️Reading about charities was painful, tho. Everyone needs help, and we can choose only one. How to decide?! 😭
Maximilian and the ambassador are interesting, I can't wait to see more of them in further chapters.
I still don't know what to do with F *sigh* I have totally mixed feelings about them, but it's good that we finally got to know their motives. Same with James, though he didn't say much about... And yet this: “You won’t fuck things up like I’ve managed to do.” Damn, James! Mysterious as always, huh?
You grin and gently tap the carriage wall. Timber opens one eye, then the other, and jumps up, letting out a high-pitched chortle.
You laugh as he runs to you and crawls up your chest to your shoulder where he places ferret kisses on your cheek.
Aaaaa, I finally got to meet my pet and I'm in love 🥰😘
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LOL, I just remembered this picture I made once 😂😂😂
You smirk at James. “Yes, brother, you never should have shown fear. Now my scary little ferret will feast on your fear forevermore.”
You watch amused as a shiver runs down James’ spine. He glares at you… “Ha ha, very funny asshole.”
Timber hisses at James. Your brother’s eyes widen and he takes a step back, behind Constantine.
Really James, are you afraid of a little furry animal? I was laughing so hard at this scene. It's gold!
I liked the funeral scene, it was perfect and I'm glad my MC was able to act according to his personality (that means, quite stoically). Poor James 🥺 he takes it hard... I'm dying to know what happened when the King was killed and what James' role was in it.
I don't know if it's just me but the Queen's POV is a bit disturbing "I will burn this world if it comes to it, she vows." ._.
Ok, that's enough, because this 'ask' got long. One more thing, my MC who uses he/him is often called "Their Highness" ("Their Highness has to visit their charity while we're there"). Bug?
I had so much fun writing the court scene and there will definitely be more scenarios like that where MC has to make decisions. Hopefully, Part 2 of the chapter where you actually go to the charity will show what a difference even a bit of help can make for those who are struggling :)
I still have that Ferret picture saved to my computer. I look at submitted pictures and memes when I need a laugh. :D
Really James, are you afraid of a little furry animal? I was laughing so hard at this scene. It's gold!
I'm really relieved to hear your reaction to the pet introduction scene. I wanted them to be a bit funny without it feeling forced. I'm not good at forced humor, I'm better when I say stuff randomly so I tried to pretend I was the characters for these scenes and imagined how they would react.
I don't know if it's just me but the Queen's POV is a bit disturbing "I will burn this world if it comes to it, she vows." ._.
HAHA no comment
One more thing, my MC who uses he/him is often called "Their Highness" ("Their Highness has to visit their charity while we're there"). Bug?
Yes, it was a bug! I FINALLY figured out the fix and it shouldn't be an issue anymore :) Sorry about that.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts! Putting an update out is so nerve-wracking because you really don't know what people will think. Obviously, you can't please everyone, which is fine, but it's nice to hear feedback and thoughts. As an author, I always wonder what someone's reaction would be as they read a certain scene or if they picked up on small things that aren't obvious. This was a treat to read. Thank you, thank you!!
-Vi
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jesus-in-the-womb · 2 years
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Can I request a Steve Harrington teaching his girlfriend how to play basketball one shot ? Love your writings btw <3
Hi darling!! I received another one of these, which I'm going to assume was you as well, haha! If so, I do not mind that you requested a second time, if anything, it reminds me to get to that specific one, so thank you if that's the case. I hope it meets your standards and you enjoy it! Also, thank you so much, I really do appreciate hearing from you guys that you enjoy the work I'm putting out there, it makes my day :) 🥰
WARNINGS: mean!Steve, helpless!reader, moderate to heavy angst, hard smut, fingering, choking, dom!steve, sub/brat!reader, overstimulation, edging, degrading (use of slut, whore, and bitch (sorry, kinda hot, kiss my ass if you don't like it) (jk I love you don't be upset)<3), facefucking, Spit play, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, quick shift to fluff, aftercare in the form of oral (f. receiving (prior m. receiving)) big dick!steve (we love to see it)
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"Just-" the sound of squeaking tenni-shoes on a glistening gymnasiam floor nearly overpowered the sound of your boyfriend's voice, causing him to raise it, "move your feet this way!"
You attempted to position your body the way he'd just shown you, trying to reenact his perfect 'boxing out. It was difficult to say the least, your sore limbs struggling to stay up as they all but wobbled in place. Your boyfriend had been trying to teach you how to play basketball for the past hour, sweat beginning to bloom on your hot skin, seeping through your tanktop and his gray-clothed shorts.
"I'm trying!" you snapped, letting out a long grunt of annoyance, throwing the burnt orange ball towards your boyfriend, hitting his chest as he let out a wheeze from the force.
"It's not that fucking hard, just watch me." he was being a dick, constantly bickering with you and pointing out every small mistake you made, you were growing annoyed with each word he spoke. He dribbled the ball, sticking an arm out to the side and showing his ass into your stomach, pushing you back in perfect form. After a few seconds, he turned around shoving the ball into your chest with a fake smile, walking around you to stand behind your sweaty form.
You bounced the ball a few times with an exasperated sigh, attempting to copy him and pushing your ass backward, hitting his crotch and barely moving him, "Jesus, you're weak. Push harder." you all but screamed, throwing yourself back as hard as you could and knocking him to the floor. With angry tears in your eyes, you threw the ball to the floor, stomping past his recovering body and towards the locker rooms in hopes to change and go home.
Steve was fuming, watching you march your way to the door with anger radiating throughout his body. It wasn't malicious, he had been begging you to let him teach you for months now. Had he known you would be this difficult, and bratty, he wouldn't have asked. He hopped to his feet, following after you with an urgency to his steps, wanting to make it up to you, but also want to give you a punishment. He knew he was being rude, but so were you, and you both knew better than to fight over stupid shit like failing miserably; which you were, at basketball.
"What the hell was that?" his hands were on his hips, furious eyes watching you peel your sweat-soaked shirt from your body, growing aroused at your exposed tummy.
"You tell me, king Steve." you were pissed, and he could tell, but he didn't care. He worked his way to you, shoving your body into the beige lockers with a force that left you breathless. His hand came up, gripping your throat and applying enough pressure to make your head feel fuzzy. This wasn't new, nor did you feel uncomfortable. After all, you're the one who asked him to start choking you a while back. He liked it, no, loved it. He loved to watch your face turn red, mouth agape searching for air, chest attempting to heave for oxygen. He never did it for long, stopping after a few long seconds, letting you catch your breath before applying pressure once again.
"You're being a brat, and it's pissing me off. What is your fucking damage." he seethed, shoving his thigh in between your legs, pushing it up far enough to squish your wet core to the exposed flesh. You suddenly became whiny, grinding your hips down on his hairy thigh to relieve some of the frustration you were feeling, so what if the relief came from sex with Steve? That was the best kind of sex with him, angry sex. It was like a switch flipped in him, your sweet, loving boyfriend, became an angry, red hot sex monster, ready to devour you whole. It turned you on, so much so, that it had you acting touch starved, mewling at the slightest nudge to your soft skin.
"Don't ignore me, bitch" the name caused you to moan loud, pissing Steve off even more as you didn't respond with words. He pushed his leg high in the air, your body lifting off the floor slightly, shoes swaying in the small space between the floor, "speak."
"What am I, a dog?" you could tell you'd said the wrong; but right, thing. His eyes went dark, swirling with annoyance and furry. He squeezed your neck, cutting your air supply off for a few seconds as he spoke.
"No, you're a fucking brat." his forefinger tapped your cheek, sending you the familiar signal to stick your tongue out. You obliged obediently, opening your mouth and exposing your tongue. He spit onto your tongue, smirking as you let out a whine but swallowed nonetheless, "good girl."
He dropped his leg, letting your feet touch the floor, but quickly pushed you to your knees, "Make it up to me, baby, suck my cock." the vulgarity of his demand made you wet, quickly getting to work by shoving his shorts down his thighs. Your manicured fingers traced the outline of his dick, scratching softly against the large appendage. Steve was big, he knew it, you knew it, damn near everyone in Hawkins knew it; you had a very loud mouth. So, sucking him off was definitely a hard task, but getting face fucked? Jesus, you were done for. The second he wrapped his fingers around your messy ponytail, wrapping the strands around his fist and turning it into a makeshift bun, you knew what you'd be in for.
Looking up at him through your lashes, you pull his cock out of its elastic confines. You began by dragging the tip of your tongue from the base to his tip, wrapping your lips around the head and offering a soft suck. Although he enjoyed having you suck him off, he was horny, and still a bit pissed off. So, he pushed your head to the base of his cock, pulling a gag from your throat and igniting a fire in your belly. He pulled his hips back, resting his tip at your open lips before thrusting forward. He repeated this action a few times, growing tired of the slow pace and instantly picking it up. Your face all but slammed into his pelvic bone, nose beginning to hurt at the constant battering. You placed your hands on his thighs, both of you ready for the safety squeeze if it became too much. He thrashed into your warm mouth, loving the way you swallowed him whole without complaint; as if you could even complain in the first place, mouth full of his heavy cock.
Before he could even feel his release growing, he pulled out, your mouth releasing him with a pop. You gasped for air, spit covering your face and drooling out from your lips. His rough hand caressed your tear-stained cheek, using the other to yank you to your feet by your hair. You yelped out, pain absorbing your scalp, pleasure burning through you to your core. You loved when Steve got rough, he was unpredictable and exciting.
He made quick work of pulling down your own shorts, ripping them off along with your soaked panties. He threw them across the room, neither of you caring where they landed. You grew hot, moaning out as his hand reached down to cup your heat, palm pushing harshly against your slick. He wasted no time, shoving his middle and ring finger into your sopping hole, pumping the thickness of them in and out. Your hips thrashed against his hold, grinding down on his hand and rubbing your starved clit against the heel of his palm. He stared down at you, drinking up your desperation with hungry eyes. It was hot, the way you clung to him and flailed your body around in a sad attempt to cum. You were nearly there, tummy clenching as the coil inside nearly snapped, the second your eyes retreated into the back of your head, he pulled away, cutting your orgasm short.
"S-Steve, what the fuck." you whined, grabbing his wrist and pulling it back to your core, hoping he would chase your release. He was stronger, ripping his wrist out of your grasp and sending a harsh smack to your ass. You groaned, leaning into his body as your cheek began to burn.
"Slut's don't get to cum, only good girls do," as he spoke, he feigned comfort, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before roughly grabbing you by the throat once again, "you wanna be good for me? Don't you pretty girl."
"Yes, I-I'll be your good girl. I promise, Stevie, I'll be good." you mewled, opening your mouth for his spit once again. He laughed at your desperation, spitting onto your tongue and groaning as you swallowed it.
His feet moved the two of you towards a bench in the middle of the room, sitting down on the uncomfortable wood and pulling you to rest in his lap, "you know what to do." You did, your knees resting on either side of him, hips in the air as your hand positioned his hard cock at your clenching hole. You slid down slowly, basking in the feeling of him stretching out your walls. Steve decided to let you have your fun, still gaining pleasure from your warm walls squeezing his length. The two of you moaned out, bodies slick with sweat and arousal.
When you felt comfortable enough, you began to bounce, pulling your body in the air slightly and falling back down towards his lap. His hands were on your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and kneading them harshly. It felt good, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix and nearly tearing you in two. Your slow pace wasn't enough for the man, his thighs pushing up in the air and meeting you halfway with rough thrusts. The sounds of your skin slapping against his echoed off the concrete walls, moans even louder.
"Fuck, baby, just like that. Ride my cock." Steve's words egged you on, bouncing harder on his length and pulling the two of you closer toward your orgasms. His hands didn't know where to go, constantly switching from your cheeks, to your throat, your hips, your tits, then back down to your ass. No matter how dominant he got, your pussy always made him dumb, body not knowing how to respond as you squeezed him tight. He quickly found his footing, pistoning up into you with one hand on your ass and the other around your throat. His lips trailed your neck, moving towards your breasts and leaving marks in his wake. He used his teeth to gently nibble on your tit, pulling your nipple into his mouth and sucking harshly. Your hands found purchase on the nape of his neck, throwing your head back in a silent scream from the pleasure.
It became too much, your body trembling as you released on his cock, forgetting to announce your orgasm to him. He couldn't deny the fact that his ego inflated from your quick release, but it still pissed him off that you didn't bother to tell him you were close. You weren't supposed to cum, he didn't give you permission. So, he chose to take control back, standing abruptly and once again pushing you into the lockers.
You were suspended in the air, legs wrapped tightly around your boyfriend's waist as he pummeled his hips into you. Your core ached with overstimulation, walls convulsing around his cock and causing him to yell out in pleasure, "I told you, only good girls get to cum. Now I'm gonna punish you, fuck you like the stupid little whore you are, and you're gonna take it." he growled this in your ear, pistoning his length in and out of your slick with no remorse. The pleasure was too much, causing tears to prick your eyes and dry sobs to burst from your chest.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to c-cum." you nearly begged him to slow down, the ridges from the locker digging into your shoulderblades and surely leaving bruises. He ignored you, continuing to fuck you senseless.
"Too late now, pretty girl, gonna have to teach you to behave." Your body was flopping around, Steve's hold on you the only reason you weren't falling to the hard floor. Don't get it twisted, Steve loved you, more than anything, but you had royally pissed him off today.
He could feel his release coming, dick twitching inside you with the intent of cumming. He pulled out, setting you on the floor and making sure you were balanced enough before forcing you onto your knees. You stuck your tongue out, staring up at him with hungry eyes as you watched your handsome boyfriend jerk himself to an orgasm. His cum shot from the tip of his cock, sending ropes of salty release onto your tongue and cheeks. He moaned out, watching you swallow it up as if it were sweet ice cream. He used his thumb to collect his leftover release on your cheeks, swiping it across the moist flesh and dipping the appendage in your mouth for you to suck clean. You wrapped your lips around his thumb, holding his large hand in your own as you sucked.
"You okay, pretty girl?" he asked softly, using his free hand to comfortably rub your now dried cheeks. You nodded, releasing his thumb with a pop and accepting his soft kiss.
"I'm okay," he smiled brightly at you as he helped you to your feet, pulling you into a hug and kneading the flesh of your ass. He felt bad, noting your puffy eyes and the red handprint that lines your throat.
"Lemme make it up to you." you smiled softly down at him, watching him descend to his knees in order to reach your battered cunt. This was something he always did, rewarding your 'good' behavior with passionate licks to your weeping hole. His tongue traced the forgotten cum that lined your sodden entrance, pulling quiet moans from your mouth at his gentle flicks. He lapped at your bundle of nerves, tenderly sucking the orb into his mouth and leaving you breathless. You could probably cum again, but Steve wouldn't push you, knowing that your two orgasms were enough for the both of you. After a few sweet kisses on your puffy lips, he stood. His mouth encompassed yours, the taste of your own cum transferring from his tongue to yours.
"I love you, I'm sorry for being a dick." he stroked the ends of your hair, playing with the tips and wrapping them around his fingers mindlessly.
"It's okay, I was worse." you nuzzled into his chest, soaking up the passion between the two of you before it could dissipate, "love you too."
He chuckled, pulling you close and placing a kiss on the crown of your head.
I hope you liked it! I know you were hoping for something more fluffy but I was honestly kind in the mood to write some hard dom!steve. So, if you guys would like a more fluffy version of teaching !reader basketball, feel free to leave a request in my inbox!! Thank you so much for the love n support, see ya next time ;)
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thesilverlady · 1 year
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Omg you ship book rhaegon and lucemond before the show? One of the rare few (sorry i just saw your prev ask while browsing those two tags). Because of that i would love to know your thoughts seeing these two ships pop off because of the show (especially lucemond since its top 3 popular ship in hotd fandom). What does it feel like seeing these crack ship before in your head to suddenly gain sm popularity now? Also i really want to know the difference between the book ships and the show ships and why the book ship attracted you initially? Thanks in advance if you ever answer!
hi! no need to apologize 🥰 Yeah I shipped both of these pre-show and it was definitely an experience. There were 0 lucemond fics and only 2 rhaegon ones to which I still have them bookmarked out of nostalgia 🙈
about the first question: my thoughts upon seeing these two ships pop off are kinda contradictory. For rhaegon, I'm glad people see the potential but due to hotd portrayal lots of the fics are smut (which I have no problem with ofc but I generally prefer plot fics) or some characterizations are entirely based on the show (like Aegon being an airhead and only a toy with 0 ambition /Rhaenyra being manipulative and always in control etc) So i leave a kudo for support and hope I'll find what I'm looking for later.
With lucemond I have a better luck because the community is much bigger, and there's so much variety to choose from. I'm very satisfied with them rising to top 3, and I hope they stay there.
So I'd say overall a mixed of bittersweet and smugness. Trust me, if I had a coin for the amount of times I've been called delulu for shipping these ships pre-show I'd be rich by now. There's also a certain amount of validation that comes with finally being able to actually speak about these pairs without worrying too much that a mob will start throwing you tomatoes. And all fanarts are absolutely a treat. 😊
in regards of the differences between book ships vs the show ships, keep in mind i don't speak for the entire rhaegon/lucemond community and I know a big bunch will even disagree with this:
for lucemond, I admit the show did more for them in certain aspects. Like growing up together, certain camera angle choices etc The big difference is again the characterization - which the show ignores a lot. Basically what hotd does is change traits but keep the results the same. So for example, Aemond in the show is supposed to be this calm/in control guy who is into philosophy and history and is more "suitable" to be king compared to his elder brother, but then you have his canon actions (insulting/challenging/chasing an envoy) coming up and that hardly makes sense. In f&b the antagonism is built more properly and you can see why the characters do what they do.
for rhaegon, we didn't even have any scene of the two together (a crime truly) but lots of people find the actors attractive and others love the people-from-opposite-side that goes on with team black/green. So I'd say show rhaegon is mostly vibes while in the book i found things to grab onto.
In f&b we already get seeds to plant the idea from the moment Aegon is born. Otto constantly brought up the succession order so many times he was fired because of it.
Then there's the entire post-daemyra drama when Rhaneyra is still looking for a husband and Alicent kept suggesting for Aegon to be betrothed to Rhaenyra. We learn from that paragraph that "the two half-siblings had never gotten on well" which let's be for real, already sets for an interesting drama if the marriage was to happen.
We also have Aegon's first refusal of the throne before Cole added preasure. “My sister is the heir, not me. What sort of brother steals his sister’s birthright?” I've seen some people (usually antis) believing that perhaps he never said this and the Septon lied to make him look good. Well, I say that's bs because I always believe the truth in f&b is somewhere in between so this moment definitely happened and given how we knew the two didn't even get along in childhood, I find it a very interesting development.
And of course I can't forget Rhaenyra's iconic death - which is by Aegon's dragon and I can delude myself into getting some crimes of passion ™ vibes
As for lucemond, I don't really have anything deep to say. 😅. The fight that costed Aemond his eye + the quote "Prince Lucerys might have been able to outfly his pursuer, [...] but the day was as black as Prince Aemond’s heart" were kinda enough for me to go 👀 oh he truly hates him..... You see, the fight that made Aemond lose his eye was kinda more brutal; he had 3 kids to deal with, not 5. And they were all so young in comparison. Jace was 6, Luke 5 and Joffrey 3 while Aemond was 10. He was able to beat them all until Lucerys slashed him across the face and I imagine he took such a huge hit on his pride because of it.
When they all have the family dinner years later we're told that "Aemond had become a dangerous swordsman [...] but remained a wild and willful child, hot-tempered and unforgiving." So I thought those scenes + lucerys death kinda serve the obsessed trope™ which I'm very into
I hope my reply was intelligible ♥ it's 3 am as I'm writing this so I imagine i may have not explained some stuff properly. Either way let me know and thank you for the ask.
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Kakashi’s Story- Final Chapter
Manari becoming an internal aide and still helping her brother rules their land gives me so much life.
Kakashi you sent Nanara an all ages version of make out paradise GOOD SIR!?
Confirmation Kakashi is the sixth Hokage in the worst way Possible XD poor Nanara
‘His encounter with Kakashi was the best present connecting him with the previous king.’
‘He was also keenly aware of how precious and rare it was to have comrade who could make him feel this way’ Kakashi soft moments are always so beautiful 🥰🥰🥰
Sai being the one to detect Kakashi when he joins the party is so perfect.
SaiIno! Kakashi called them a handsome couple aww, that’s so cute
Sai’s not just a cheap drunk, he’s an ABSURDLY cheap drunk XD poor boy 
‘No matter how many years passed, To Kakashi they were his precious students.’ Yes yes yes yes yes
‘If Asuma and Hayate had been alive-‘ good sir i did not need the FEELS
Naruto welcoming Kakashi home with a drink!
‘Be good to the new king’ ‘he’s your student and i used to be your student, so we’re practically brothers’ *rolls on the floor screeching with delight’
Iruka looking after Sarada when Sakura is gone is cute as heck! Love it.
‘Master Iruka’s an amazing cook’ since WHEN!?
Ok, nah f** off Kakashi does not have a messy desk 🤬🤬🤬 You can say he’s bad at taking care of himself (truth) without spewing bullshit making it seem like Iruka’s way more organized and better kept than him. Dude cleaned his whole house by himself after his father’s death, he’s neat as f***
Boruto complaining about Kakashi’s love of Onsen’s and telling him he’ll end up looking like a prune is cute though XD
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lilcatdraws · 21 days
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Okay😅 not to be that person, but could you answer ALL of the questions for the music ask game questions for J?💜❤️ I’m honestly really curious🤭👀
Thank you for the ask! 🥰💜💚
💿 - Give us a song that fits your f/o's vibe! 
I’ve done this plenty of times lmao so I’ll give name some songs I haven’t really mentioned before:
War Pigs by Black Sabbath, Breathe by Pink Floyd, Blow Up the Outside World by Soundgarden, Bulls On Parade by Rage Against the Machine, Until It Sleeps by Metallica, Break on Through by The Doors, West Coast & Shades of Cool by Lana Del Ray, and Rotten Apple by Alice In Chains (okay this one is self indulgent but I feel like he’d listen to it and the rest of Jar of Flies when he’s in his feels)
I’ve said even more in this headcanon post.
🎙 - What song would you like to sing to your f/o?
Even though I’m not very confident with singing, I’d still sing to him. Probably Sunshower by Chris Cornell since it’s one of my all time favorite songs. 
🎧 - Your f/o just found your music player! What song do they find playing on it? 
I have a CD player but I don’t use it very often. The only cds I have are the 1994 and 2019 lion king soundtracks, Classic Disney vol. 1-3, the Prince of Egypt soundtrack, and Mad Season’s album Above. I want more cds so bad. I know nobody uses them anymore but they’re so cool! And no ads 😅
If J was to catch me using it, Mad Season or the 1994 lion king soundtrack would be playing. Those are the two I play the most. 
🎤 - Your f/o caught you singing! What song would you be singing and how would you react? How would they react? 
When I’m in the mood, I sing along to almost everything I listen to. So it would just depend on what J walked in on. It might range from P!nk to Korn lmao. 
If he likes the song he’ll join me. If he doesn’t really care for it or doesn’t know it, he’ll just watch me and fixate on my voice. He doesn’t care what the song is, he just likes hearing me sing. 
🎼 - Give us a song that matches your s/i's vibe! 
Yes I’m A Mess by AJR. I was vibing so hard when this song came out. It’s totally me. I’m an utter mess all the time lmao. 
Another one that fits me is Hand In My Pocket by Alanis Morisette. It’s about uncertainty and imo just making through life. I have no clue what I’m doing. I don’t have everything figured out just yet and deep down it scares me but I don’t care. I’m just living life until I figure everything out. I feel like a lot of people my age are the same way.
🎹 - Can your f/o play any instruments? 
No…not officially. But I have like a little what if headcanon where J can play guitar. It just fits.
🎵 - What song would you recommend to your f/o?
Drumming Song and Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machine. I love those so much. I know it’s not really his thing but I’d like to see what he thinks. He’d probably like Drumming Song.
🎶 - If you could assign your f/o a musical artist, who would it be? 
Um, probably Nirvana. Unique, weird, rock vibes is what I’m going for. J is all of those things.
🔊- Does your f/o like loud music? 
Yes and no. J is a metal head. Loud music usually doesn’t bother him. But if he’s had a really hard day or he doesn’t feel well and the headache is splitting, he won’t listen to the loud stuff. It tends to make it worse. Instead he listens to acoustic rock, which has the same vibe but it’s calmer and easier on his ears.
💜 - Give us a song that describes you and f/o's relationship! 
I don’t think this is very creative but And I Love Her fits us well. I really love Kurt’s version because that’s just my kind of music but the Beatles version works too. Can’t beat the original.
📀 - Does your f/o have a theme song? Show it to us! (Or give us one you think would be their theme song!) 
Not a song but he has theme music. It’s Why So Serious? from the incredible genius Hans Zimmer. He wrote the soundtrack for a lot of my favorite movies and I love his work so much. 
🕺- What song would you and your f/o dance to? 
Dancing Queen by ABBA. I love this song! It gets both me and J moving 🤭
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