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daddyricsdoll · 6 months

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Quiet ✭ George Russell

Summary: Maybe it was because you were proud, or maybe it was because he was yours. But you needed him, in more ways than one, starting in the car.

Warnings: Fingering and unprotected sex.

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: This is based off of this request. I made George a little less vanilla but that's all. I can't change all of him.

He intertwined our hands as we walked out of the paddock, people interrupting our silence, begging for a photo with the brit. When we finally got to the car, George opened the door for me while whispering the sweet pet name he has always used. He closed the door and strided around the car into the driver's seat, a long sigh leaving his mouth once the door closed.

“Well today was good wasn’t it darling?” George turns and faces me. “Yeah, I think so. You did great.” He leans over and gives me a peck on my lips, which leads my hands to either side of his face and I only deepen the kiss.

George’s hands go to my hips and try to pull my body closer, but the middle panel in the car stops his actions. It fails to make our lips part, until the realisation of our location sets in.

We both break away with heavy breaths and look around, to our luck no spectators stood around. “Let’s get out of here.”

George readjusts himself in seat, places both hands on the steering wheel and then starts driving us to somewhere more private. As we make our way further from the track George becomes less tense and rests his hand on my leg.

Fingers drawing little circles on my inner thigh, and very slowly making their way higher up my dress. I act oblivious to his actions and continue staring out of the window, every once a while glaring at his travelling hand.

The body of his fingers brush against my core and the light sensation against my clit make my back straighten and head snap to George. A smirk dancing on his face and the tips of his finger start caressing my panties before moving it to the side and running his middle finger through my drenched folds.

My breath hitched and I widened my thighs as far as my seat would let me. George’s eyes still stuck on the road, and the car silent except for the quiet radio until one of his slender fingers slides into me and a soft moan emits from my mouth.

George chuckles and starts pumping his finger into me more consistently and then seconds later he squeezes another finger in me.

I move my hips in sync with his fingers, and try to keep my face as neutral as I can for passing cars. But George had other plans as he started using his palm to rub against my clit and force my lips to part, little remnants of moans and whines left my mouth and George started thrusting harder, going knuckles deep and curling his fingers.

I start biting my finger, trying to stop myself from screaming out. “Oh come on darling, I want to hear you.” His words add another effect to me and I quickly remove my finger from my mouth finally letting my elated noises come out freely.

“Do you think you can handle another?” I nod my head eagerly and arch my back as a yes, then feel myself being stretched as his three fingers pound into me. Hushed curses leave his full lips and simultaneously the build up of my climax has nearly reached its peak.

The faint shifts of my hips adding friction to George perfectly striking my g spot. And just in those swift moments I cum with a whine and uncontrolled movements.

When I calm down from my high, I look out of the window and realise we sit in front of our hotel, but the bulge in George’s pants isn’t getting any smaller. I look up at the brunette and observe the way he wraps his lips around his long fingers and sucks them with the same precision he would use in the car.

A satisfied hum leaks from his mouth and it forces me to reach out to him, and try to heal his need. But George removes my hand and signals his head to the entrance of the hotel. “Let's go, we’ll have more freedom.”

We both trickle out of the car and make our way into the hotel, bee lining straight to our room. Once the door closed, George ushered me to the bed while he worked the buckle of his belt.

I slide my panties down my legs and leave them on the floor, as I go to lay on the bed. My dress still on, but pulled up to bunch against my breasts. I hear George’s light footsteps make their way closer to me and his calloused palms rests on the top of each of my thighs, spreading them wider.

After pulling my body a little closer to his, merely hanging off the bed, George slides his tip through my folds. Teasing my entrance and forcing me to writhe my body, weak whimpers leave my mouth and then in a slow and steady push George fills me up with his whole length.

His rosy lips part and eyelids clench together. As the brunette becomes more comfortable his thrusts become stronger. The feeling of his raw dick sliding through me, and stretching my walls impels me to clench my pussy.

Both my legs bent at the knee, one of them nearly resting next to my face. The new position gives George access even deeper into me, concomitantly he starts stroking my clit impacting the culmination of my second release of the day.

I watch the man in front of me, eyes heavy lidded, scarcely covering his sky blue irises. His thrusts start losing their sequence and his thumb starts carelessly swiping at my clit.

The stimulation becomes too much and the desire for him that courses through me, leaves as I release. A long wail departs my mouth and then a deep groan leaves George as well.

He mutters a quick “Fuck” as he finishes in me, a few more sloppy thrusts and noises that bring a smile to his perfect mouth before he finally pulls out. Resulting in me feeling empty as his presence leaves for moments before he saunters back to me and starts wiping at my core.

The place he had just filled, and satisfied. The fabric of the cloth he uses to clean me adds a sense of pleasure to my calm. But I don’t take any action to it and instead thank George, for… everything.

He fills my inner thighs with delicate kisses and then joins me on the bed. His tousled hair splayed on the pillow beside me and his arm rests on my waist, I breathe out full of peace and a smile of content settles on my face.

My love, mine all mine.

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agendabymooner · 9 months

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stop the world i wanna get off with you ! kimi r. x ofc (coppola!ofc)

“with the exception of you, i dislike everyone in the room.”

summary: vera jones ‘coppa’ coppola-raikkonen happens to be one of the three original it girls of formula one. funnily enough, she’s also the one to give birth to the loudest/messiest versions of the iceman as she continues her journey as a mother and a wife (all while she’s a director of the most iconic movies to have existed).

content warning: fictional raikkonen kids, mentions of breakups, mentions of tilly hearth and trish alonso (ofc) use of explicit language, family banters in social media

note: i know i have the most random selection of drivers on my masterlist but i swear i’m just tryna indulge in my lil bubble of happiness.

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tagged romaraikkonen, kimimatiasraikkonen

liked by arthurleclerc, olliebearman, charles_leclerc

user1 icegirl on fire as always 🧊🔥

user2 real hot girl shit of you roma 😩

arthurleclerc aroma, you’re supporting the wrong leclerc 😀 liked by veracopparaikko

romaraikkonen i can tell you that my shirts are nothing of an inchident. trust. liked by veracopparaikko

charles_leclerc i cannot believe i am being picked on by my favourite icegirl 😠

romaraikkonen hardly picking on you when i got ur name and face on my shirts??? smh i didn’t ask mum to get them for me to get called a h8r

rooraikkonen cool story maniac, can you run over jolauriraikkonen next?

romaraikkonen i’ll start with you first then i go target johann next, yes?

jolauriraikkonen what did i do??? i didn’t leave your pc plugged in, akka rooraikkonen witch

veracopparaikko kimimatiasraikkonen your kids are at it again, kimi.

kimimatiasraikkonen not my problem

veracopparaikko 😠

jolauriraikkonen it’s okie mum i’ll make sure dad sleeps on the couch tonight 😉

jolauriraikkonen dad did say 3 sprint races win = i get to go to the next three races too 😍 thank you for the team effort romaraikkonen liked by veracopparaikko

romaraikkonen omagaaaaa these are officially the worst races ever

ferraridriveracademy how are we going to put you two together in one room then?

romaraikkonen don’t.

jolauriraikkonen i’m gonna sob, this is a w for me

romaraikkonen what are you even doing up??? aren’t u like 14?

veracopparaikko question is: why are you even on your instagram? 🤨

jolauriraikkonen oh so when dad does it, it’s okay? he has to get up early too you know???

kimimatiasraikkonen please don’t involve me in this

user3 we love an unproblematic king 😭😭

user4 why are these kids so funny 🥲

kimimatiasraikkonen so proud of my girl 🧊❤️ liked by veracopparaikko

romaraikkonen like father like daughter 😉❤️🤝

tagged rooraikkonen, kimimatiasraikkonen

liked by landonorris, tillywolff, valterribottas

jolauriraikkonen 1/10. she looked more like the bottom of beetlejuice’s foot than the lady herself.

user1 naw johann-lauri got kimi’s humour for sure

rooraikkonen i’m gonna crash to your kart next time and you’re going to be crying to dad and dad will literally just laugh at you

kimimatiasraikkonen no, i won’t.

user2 LMFAO KIMI PLEASE

jolauriraikkonen hahahahahahaha cry

kimimatiasraikkonen second time this day, johann. next time i’m taking the switch. liked by veracopparaikko

user3 ruh-roh raikkonen is at it

jolauriraikkonen my bad g 🤝

kimimatiasraikkonen all good g 🤝

user4 a proof that johann is kimi-coded ^^

rooraikkonen thank you sooooo much mummy !!! i thought i was going to cry for a minute then i realized how much of a baddie my mummy-producer-writer-director is 😭😩 liked by veracopparaikko

veracopparaikko you fluster me, rooney tunes! ❤️

kimimatiasraikkonen your performance is very good, rooroo! henrik and betty were excited to see you on stage 😍 liked by veracopparaikko

rooraikkonen dad, betty-elina can barely hear from that headphones we got her.

rooraikkonen though i could hear henrik’s screaming during the intermission. 😂

rooraikkonen thank you daddy !! i’m glad i’m making the iceman proud 🧊💕 liked by veracopparaikko

tagged kimimatiasraikkonen, jolaurisraikkonen

liked by arthurleclerc, olliebearman, fernandoalo_oficial

jolauriraikkonen y’all cannot one up my mother because her resume is long as heck. she’s: mother, director, writer, actor, producer, photographer 😎 liked by veracopparaikko

jolauriraikkonen look at me and the boys though 😎

user1 you’re the coolest brother ever

rooraikkonen bc he’s the only brother henrik got 😂😂😂

user2 iceman and his iceboys and his ice cream

user3 too cold in here lads 🥶

romaraikkonen look at my cool lil man and dad 😍 oh and johann liked by veracopparaikko

jolauriraikkonen count ur days bestie

user4 where did the american-italian look go, vera?? 😭

rooraikkonen speaking on behalf of mum. the coppola genes had gone away as soon as romania came out, but uncle nicolas cage definitely did not leave

user4 subtle flex but okay pop off bestie 🔥

kimimatiasraikkonen such handsome boys liked by veracopparaikko

veracopparaikko i agree

romaraikkonen so do i

rooraikkonen me too

jolauriraikkonen i agree too

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flowerprincesscherryblossom · 1 year

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bully me - chapter three

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader word count: 3762 warnings: angst, smut, explicit language, bully kook, daddy dom kook, dub-con, degradation kink, choking, breathplay, spanking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, dirty talk, dacryphilia, car sex, reverse cowgirl series masterlist A/N: Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

On the way to your next class you kept glancing around, trying to see if you could find Jungkook since he had left you in the boys' bathroom with only your phone and water bottle, taking your bag, and thus pretty much your everything, to God knows wherever the hell he had went.

You caught other students staring at you, no doubt seeing the mark on your neck, but you did your best to ignore the pity they sent your way. You did, however, wonder if they thought that your bully had choked you, just not the way it had actually happened.

Unfortunately, by the time you reached the door to the classroom, he was still nowhere in sight. You started to panic a little, Jungkook had pretty much stolen your belongings, was God knows where with them, and you still had two hours left before school was over, how were you going to manage?

But then you remembered, he had used your phone to get your number, so technically you had his as well. You unlocked your phone and tapped the call history, only to find that the last call had been made six days ago, to one of your parents. He had deleted his number from the call history.

"Of course he did," you groaned, your voice still hoarse.

When you heard the bell ring you entered the class, your head hanging low and with a need to start crying.

Despite how miserable Jungkook made your school life be, he never interfered a lot with your studies, other than ripping to shreds your papers, something that was still very appreciated on your part, because it still gave you a chance to strive under all the hardship with passable grades, for you wanted more than to graduate and leave this place behind without ever looking back.

You, and all the other students, took your respectful seats, of which you winced due to the many spanks you had received, but you couldn't exactly be standing without causing suspension so you had to suck it up, and patiently waited, for the moment there were the only two people missing - Jungkook and the teacher - would show up.

Five minutes passed, in which you had spent on google trying to find a to heal your bruised neck, when the students heard the door being opened, Jungkook walked in first, talking cheerfully to the figure behind him, who you assumed to be new since you've never seen him before.

He looked awfully young for a teacher, making you believe that there wasn't a big age difference between you and him.

"Good day class, my name is Mr. Kim and I'll be substituting for Mrs. Lang since she had to leave due to a family emergency," he said while arranging his things on the teacher's desk, not really paying attention to the students, meanwhile your bully was standing by the desk, not really doing much of anything. "Due to being so last minute I haven't had a chance to memorize myself with the class subject, so because of that Mr. Jeon here," he gave Jungkook a shoulder tap. "Suggested we could watch a movie," the words caused the entire class, except for you, to start excitedly whispering to each other, because, let's be real, it doesn't matter what you are watching, it's better than sitting in class, even if more than half of the students would ignore the movie and focus on their phones.

As the substitute teacher booted up the computer Jungkook started walking towards his desk, pausing when he reached yours. He stared at you for a couple of seconds before turning to give a quick glance at the professor from over his shoulder, who was now inserting the DVD, and then grabbing your arm, pulling you up and dragging you to sit next to him at the back of the classroom, barely giving you any time to grab your phone and water bottle.

None of the rest of the students said anything about it, you had even caught some adverting their eyes from you. However, you did feel a pair of eyes on you, making you wonder if Mr. Kim had seen everything, and if he had, why he hadn't said anything.

As you took your seat you felt incredibly awkward and anxious about your current situation. This was the first time you were seated next to Jungkook since middle school, back when boys and girls making fun of each other was so common that the school staff only intervened when actual fights broke down, and even then, it hadn't been by your choice but by the teacher's.

Just from today's interactions with him, you knew that being seated next to him was due to him having an ulterior motive, but as the teacher turned on the projector and the image of a black screen started to show on the blackboard, you decided to push your thoughts to the back of your mind, wanting to believe that since he had been the one to pick, that he would actually pay attention to it instead of you.

You were also curious about what movie he had picked, but unlike his intentions, that one didn't leave you on the brink of a panic attack.

Mr. Kim pressed play, crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned back against the chair. You, on the other hand, stood up straighter in your seat, and as the old DreamWorks logo started showing and the old familiar tune started playing, your eyes widen, feeling a little bewildered that Jungkook had picked this one out of so many.

You leaned closer to him, still keeping your eyes on the screen. "You picked Shrek?" you whispered in order to not disturb anyone, even if they were all on their phones.

The reason why you were so confused by his choice was because Shrek was your go-to movie whenever you needed a pick-me-up, something that only the close group of friends you had in middle school knew, and as far as you remembered, none of them talked with him. Had one of your then friends told him about it? Had he overheard the conversation? Was it just a massive coincidence?

You couldn't stop these thoughts from circling around your brain. You wanted to know the reason but you couldn't be too obvious, since you knew that, if you were, he won't tell you just so he could see you squirm.

Jungkook hummed at your question, leaning against his chair and keeping his eyes on the movie. "He wanted to pick Romeo and Juliet because," he cleared his throat. "It makes sense considering the class," he did his best impression of Mr. Kim which manages to get a quiet giggle out of you. At the sound of your laugh, Jungkook turned to glance at you, his eyes wide with a bit of shock, before turning back to the movie and letting out a laugh of his own, letting you catch a glimpse of his bunny smile.

"How did you do it?"

"Honestly?" he scratched the back of his head. "I just said a bunch of bullshit," both of you chuckle again. "I don't know if I did convince him, or if he just got tired and gave up."

While it was nice to have a decent conversation with Jungkook, after everything the two of you had been through just today, it still didn't answer your question. "Okay, but why Shrek though? You could've picked any movie,"

He looked at you again, this time there was something soft in his eyes, something you couldn't pinpoint, before he shrugged. "I don't know, just wanted a fun movie I guess,"

The conversation stopped after that, but while you were willing to drop the Shrek talk, there was still something you wanted an answer to. "Where's my bag?"

He smirked. "It's in my car, don't worry about it,"

"But we still have an hour to go after this one," there was an urgency in your voice. "Jungkook, I need my stuff."

"Calm down," he gave your knee a squeeze, keeping his eyes on the screen. "I'll give it back after class."

You decided to not press the issue further, knowing it would be useless to continue, so instead, you decided to focus on the movie. Jungkook's hand remained on your knee, something you didn't give much thought to because nothing happen.

It isn't until the scene where Shrek and Donkey enter the dragon's keep that his hand starts to move, going as slowly as possible up your thigh, stopping once the tips of his fingers could graze your panties.

Your breathing changed, your heart beating rapidly against your ribcage, making you feel the familiar pang between your legs, wanting to rub your thighs together but he wasn't letting you, and by extension, making an even bigger mess of your underwear, your wetness combining with the cum that had been escaping from you since walking out of the boys' bathroom.

But it wasn't until Shrek and Donkey's talk after rescuing Fiona that Jungkook actually started doing something.

His index and middle finger started rubbing you through your panties, making you clench your fists and bit your bruised lip, in order to contain the noise. "J-jungkook,"

"Be quiet," he said in an authoritative tone, keeping his eyes on the movie while his fingers rubbed your clothed slit before pushing your underwear to the side and inserting two fingers into you, making you bite down harder on your bottom lip and reopening the wound, pumping them slowly. Jungkook leaned closer and whispered in your ear. "You wouldn't want everyone to know of much of a slut you are, right?"

You shook your head, knowing that if you opened your mouth, it would be words coming out.

He smirked as his thrusts became faster and rougher, alternating between thrusting and curling them with precision against your sweet spot.

The feeling was so overwhelming that you laid your head on the table, hoping that, at least, on the off-chance that you let out a noise, people would just assume that you were feeling unwell.

Your walls clenched around his fingers as he kept scissoring you at a fast pace, you felt so close that you could almost taste your high. Jungkook inserted a third finger into your cunt, his thrusts becoming even faster.

You saw drops of blood falling into the table due to how much you were biting your bottom lip, the closer you got to breaking apart the more you felt like you couldn't breathe. "D-Daddy, p-please," you begged, not being able to hold off for much longer.

Your bully's thumb started rubbing circles on your clit, in turn, you started moving your hips in tune with his hand. Every once in a while you'd look at him from the corner of your eye, noticing that he kept his eyes on the screen but that he had the biggest cheshire grin on his lips.

Jungkook leaned to whisper in your ear. "Cum for me, cum all over daddy's fingers," with a couple more thrusts your knot finally broke and you reached your high, releasing all over his hand.

You let out a loud gasp, finally feeling like the air was filling your lungs, no doubt turning a couple of people to stare in your direction, in retaliation Jungkook pinched your clit, making you whimper in turn.

"I told you to be quiet," he growled with clenched teeth as the pace of his fingers started to slow down. He, however, didn't pull out, prolonging your high until it turned into overstimulation, making you let out another whimper. "Stupid bitch."

"P-please," you begged, not being able to handle anymore. "J-jungkook p-please, s-stop."

At your words he stopped and pulled his fingers out, licking the wetness of his fingers as quickly as he could, wiping the saliva off on his pants, and then running those same fingers through your hair.

Although surprised by his actions, you still welcome them, feeling yourself relax little by little as your breathing started to slow down.

Once he felt that you were relaxed enough, Jungkook grabbed your water bottle and stood up from his seat, loudly claiming that he would be right back and then walking out of the classroom.

The whispers started immediately after, everybody wanting to know about what had happened and why Jungkook was acting the way that he was, some of them even suggesting that he had hurt you and was only playing nice to trick the teacher.

You turned to look at the professor and found him absorbed in the movie and turning out the gossip, and you decided to follow Mr. Kim's example. Only you and your bully knew the truth, and you wanted it to remain that way.

It wasn't long before he returned, taking his seat and handing you back the now full water bottle, giving you also a sugar packet. "Put the sugar under your tongue and then drink," he said in a tone you haven't heard from him before.

There was something sweet, and a hint of concern for you, in it.

You did as told, drinking until the bottle was half empty, feeling slightly better afterward.

You crossed your arms over the table, lying your head on top of them and paying attention to the movie, choosing to keep quiet. On his part, Jungkook also remained in silence, keeping his arms to himself by crossing them over his chest, but every once in a while you could feel his eyes on you.

When the screen shows the protagonists arriving near Duloc, the substitute teacher pauses the movie, saying that since there are only five minutes before the bell rings that he's letting the students leave class earlier, almost everyone immediately standing up and going out the door before the phrase was finished.

"Mr. Jeon, would you mind behind for a couple more minutes?" Mr. Kim said as he packed his belongings, pulling the DVD out of the computer and turning it off.

Instead of answering the adult in the room, Jungkook turned to look at you. "Do you know what my car looks like?" you nodded. "Wait for me there okay?"

You nodded again as you headed towards the door as your bully went to stand by the teacher's desk. As you were walking out you could've sworn that you had heard Jungkook say 'hyung' but you decided to shrug it off, since it wasn't any of your business, and walked to the carpark, phone and bottle in hand while ignoring all of your classmates' eyes on you.

Arriving outside you let out a deep breath, taking a moment to let the slight breeze cover you like a blanket.

As you walked toward Jungkook's mercedes benz gt63s, your thoughts went back to what had happened in the classroom.

You didn't understand why you had reacted to the overstimulation the way you did, considering that, Jungkook did a lot worse to your body during the previous recesses. The difference between the two was the free period between sessions, the first time there was an hour for your body to rest, the second time was less.

But when comparing what he had done to you in the bathrooms to what he did in the classroom, fingering you seemed like nothing. You couldn't fathom why you had reacted the way you did, other than chalking it up to just a bad reaction.

When you got close to the car you could see your bag in the backseat, but since Jungkook hadn't given you the key, you didn't have much of a choice other than to lean against the mercedes and wait for him.

You don't know for how long you wait, having decided to ignore the phone in your hand and opting instead for watching people interact with one another, finding it to be a good distraction.

It wasn't long before Jungkook came out of the building, disregarding your presence for the sake of opening the backdoor on the left side of the car.

"Get in," he said opening the door on the backseat, closing it once you had gotten in. He went around the car and got inside from the right, taking a seat next to you but still creating a small space between the both of you.

He tossed your bag to the passenger seat and leaned against the cushion, throwing his head back and releasing a deep sigh. "You okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine,"

Jungkook rubbed his hands on his thighs, avoiding looking at you. "What happened?"

"I don't know," you shrugged. "It never happen before."

Your bully nodded at your words, keeping his eyes on the car's ceiling, you leaned your head against the cushion keeping your eyes on him, letting silence fill the air around you.

After a couple of minutes, he turned to look at you, his eyes going darker the more they stayed on you, before taking a hold of your arm, pulling you up and making you sit on his lap, settling both of his hands on your hips and hiding his face on your neck.

His left hand slid up to your neck while his right one slid down until it reached your clothed center, pulling your panties to the side and rubbing your slit.

You threw your head backward when he inserted two fingers inside you, freely letting out soft moans with each thrust of his digits into you, your hips moving in tune with his hand, making you grind against his now half-mast length.

Your walls clenched around his fingers as he curled them with precision against your sweet spot. "D-Daddy," your right hand moved towards his thigh, nails digging into the flesh. "D-Daddy p-please."

Jungkook chuckled darkly, pulling the hand away from your neck and moving it between your bodies, pulling his cock out of its confinements and stroking it to full mast. "Get up,"

You replaced his hand in pulling your underwear to the side, his right hand lifting your skirt as his left pulled you back towards him. You slowly sank down on his length, before you heard Jungkook let out a tsk and forced you down, making you bite your bruised lip at the burn of the stretch as took all of him in one go.

"You should be used to daddy's cock by now," the hand that had previously been on your skirt crawled up your body, fondling both of your tits before settling on your neck. You rolled your hips, the feeling of his throbbing cock against your walls begging you to move. "You should also be used to following orders," the hand on your waist moving to slap your clit before returning to its place, making you let out a gasp, his breath fanning in your ear. "You really are stupid aren't you?" the hand on your neck gave it a squeeze as your bully chuckled darkly.

Both of you stayed like that for a while, each passing second leaving you on the verge of tears of frustration, not being helped by his occasionally twitching length.

"Such a good little slut," you whined at the words. "Do you want daddy to move?" you could hear the smirk in his words but still nodded rapidly, not knowing of much longer you could take. Jungkook pulled his hands away from you, settling his arms on the back of the seat. "Do it then," you look at him over your shoulder, his eyes dark with lust and his cheshire grin growing wider.

"Jump," he growled, and immediately you started to move, bouncing up and down on his cock.

Your hands were on his knees, helping you with the movements, his length rubbing against your walls and hitting your cervix with each thrust.

Jungkook threw his head back, letting out a groan at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. "You take daddy's cock so well, such a good little slut,"

"D-Daddy," you moaned out, your legs growing weaker.

"What's wrong cunt?" his hands move to settle on your hips. "Can't fuck yourself on daddy's cock?" you whined, the pain on your legs slowing down your movements. "So fucking useless."

He gripped tightly onto your waist and started trusting upwards, his animalistic pace causing you to throw your head back, settling it on his shoulder as you let out moan after moan of his title.

His pace didn't falter even as one of his hands left your hip and went to your neck, squeezing it tightly while the one on your waist dug his nails into the flesh. "So good to me,"

"D-Daddy, I-I'm gonna," you felt a sudden sting on your ass, making you let out a yell.

"Not yet bitch," he jackhammered into you, his rough and fast pace faltering as he felt himself close to the edge. "Ah f-fuck, such a good pussy, made just for me."

With a couple more thrusts Jungkook reached his high and painted your walls with his hot release, triggering your own.

Both of you stood still as you worked on catching your breaths, but it wasn't long before you felt his hand grip your hair and pull you closer to him, his breath fanning in your ear. "Did I say you could cum?" he pulled at your hair again, making you let out a yelp at the pain. "Answer me bitch!"

"N-no," tears started streaming your face.

"Then why did you do it? Are you really that stupid that you can't follow simple orders?" he bit your ear. "Are you that much of a slut?"

You answered the only thing your blissful mind could think of. "I-I'm d-daddy's little cumslut,"

Jungkook tsked at your words, telling you that that wasn't what he wanted to hear. "Clearly I've been spoiling you," his face moved towards your neck, grazing it with his nose before biting into it, followed by him forcing you to face, making you wonder if you had cried due to the bite or due to the hair pulling. "I'll have to teach you some matters later."

Both of you stood facing each other for a couple more seconds before something overtook Jungkook's eyes, almost like he had had a sudden realization, and he let go of you, throwing you off of him and almost into the gear shift. "Leave,"

You pick up your bag and left the mercedes, you turn to look back at him before shaking your head and walking towards the school.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook fanfic

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aethon-recs · 7 months

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Hi! Thank you for all your recs. I have downloaded most of them and read most of them during my 2 weeks family vacation. They were great. I was wondering if you could recommend me any tomarry crack fics that are hilarious.

This was such a fun ask, thank you for sending this in! I had a ton of fun revisiting some old favorites in this ship that made me laugh and cry-laugh and then laugh some more. As I was rereading and sorting through the fics on this list, I noticed a few recurring themes that came up... coffeeshop AUs, social media fics, funeral-themed fics(!???), and a myriad of food-themed fics.

I really hope you enjoy this selection of hilarious silly clever witty cracky takes on Tomarrymort 🤍

Tomarrymort Crack Recs

A Slice of Heaven by jellybeantarot (M, 3k, complete)

Tom is a sex worker under an agency that masks as a pizzeria, Harry orders a large sausage pizza, and yep, that's a dick in a pizza box.

almost got in a knife fight after work (a thread) / things i’ve learned since dating knife boy (a follow-up thread) by chaoscookiescrimes (T, 2k, complete)

just Harry @'thechosenone' All im saying is a pocketknife is a purchase you’ll almost never regret.

and they were roommates by @purplemineralwater (M, 3k, complete)

Tom and Harry, roommates and stars of Gogglebox, are adored by their fans. Unbeknown to them, the fans of the show want them to be more than friends.

cam and get it by @swoontodeath (E, 3k, WIP)

Harry Potter isn't one for pornography. He's got a perfectly adequate imagination, thank you very much, not to mention a fully functional right hand. One accidental glimpse of Tom Riddle's arse, though, threatens to change everything.

Coffee Moste Evile by @wynnefic (T, 4k, complete)

After graduating Hogwarts, Tom finds work at Borgin & Burke's, where he diligently sells the darkest of arts(-themed coffee and pastries).

Dark Lord Coffee by @being-luminous (T, 4k, complete)

In which Voldemort runs his empire from a coffee shop, and wizards are generally very ridiculous.

Dearly Beloved by @wynnefic (T, 3k, complete)

Worn down after countless demands, Harry breaks and finally goes on a date with the incredibly ostentatious, vain, and self-absorbed Tom Marvolo Riddle the Third. A few days later, he attends Tom's funeral, which goes much better.

Do You Want Fries With That? (part 1) / Tom's Time Has Fry-nally Come (part 2) by jellybeantarot (T, 16k, complete)

Harry really needed some money, Dumbledore needed someone to dress up as Wendy, and Tom was the only one with the desperation to be Ronald McDonald.

found you sleeping in my coffin by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (M, 6k, complete)

Harry gets turned into a vampire. For better or worse, Tom is there to help.

Full circle by tetsurashian (NR, 67k, WIP)

Harry and Tom’s souls are tied together. Which is why they’re in this endless loop of rebirth. At some point, they stopped caring and just started fucking with people.

Harry James [Redacted] by @duplicitywrites (T, 24k, WIP)

It had been three weeks since Harry had mistakenly landed in the 1970s, given his name to Dumbledore as Harry James, and been re-Sorted as a Slytherin. He's now broken the timeline, busted his parents' first date, and potentially botched his chances of ever being born. And, just maybe, he's also caught the attention of a certain rising Dark Lord.

Harry Potter and the—Well, Anything But This by @cindle-writes (E, 21k, WIP)

It’s 12 years after the war has ended that Death sends Harry back in time to fix the timeline and save his soulmate. Except there's one catch. Harry has to start over again from his first year.

Hiss Hiss by @vdoshu (G, 1k, complete)

Harry goes to buy himself a pet for Christmas. Tom sees this as an opportunity.

Inventing Paradoxes (part 1) / Deconstructing Paradoxes (part 2) by @perhaps-sunlight (G, 75k, complete)

When budding Dark Lord Tom Riddle overhears a prophecy predicting his demise at the hands of Harry Potter, he hatches a devious and brilliant plan: befriend the enemy, master the power-that-he-knows-not, and then eliminate him.

Keeping Your Human-Child Horcrux Happy in Captivity; A Guide to Enrichment (part 1) / The Horcrux Hotline (part 2) by @cannibalinc (M, 9k, complete)

A self-improvement series for Dark Lords with troublesome human-horcruxes.

Local Preteens Entrap Murderous Wraith (You Won’t Believe What Happens Next) by @being-luminous (T, 22k, complete)

Harry, Ron, and Hermione discover a spell. They decide to perform it, and no one is pleased with the result.

Magically Delicious by @dividawrites, @duplicitywrites (E, 10k, complete)

Draco Malfoy is selling 'Voldemort Bathwater Boxes' at Hogwarts for questionable, unknown reasons. Harry is more curious than he should be, and this has disastrous consequences for everyone... but mostly for Harry.

no amount of therapy can help by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (G, 2k, WIP)

The entire internet is aware of occultist youtuber Lord Voldemort's infatuation with niche content creator JustHarry. The entire internet is baffled.

no helping hand by TheOnceandFutureQueenofTarts (M, 2k, complete)

Harry just wants to have a wank; Voldemort just wants to make that as difficult and unsatisfying as possible.

Once a Paw a Time by @youlighttheskyfanfiction (T, 3k, complete)

In which Tom is still Tom, and Harry is a black cat intent on making Tom miserable. Or happy. Who knows? Certainly not Harry the cat who is absolutely just a normal cat.

Oversight by @dividawrites (E, 21k, WIP)

Voldemort’s resurrection ritual doesn’t go as smoothly as he’d planned. He requires assistance and there’s only one person he can ask—the boy tied to his father’s gravestone.

Prison Blues by @metalomagnetic (E, 68k, WIP)

Harry and Voldemort find themselves locked up in a mysterious prison.

r/AITA by @seagate-blog (G, 3k, complete)

A budding relationship seen through the eyes of Reddit posts.

Right in Front of My Salad? by IceLynx (T, 2k, complete)

In which Draco Malfoy is dead in the kitchen, Harry is regretting moving in with his boyfriend, and Tom has never been more in love.

Stories Told at Your Funeral by IceLynx (G, 5k, complete)

Tom Riddle fakes his death. To Harry Potter, the man in charge of Tom's funeral, it's all very vexing. Harry might be an undertaker, but this is a very different undertaking.

Terms and Conditions May Apply by @duplicitywrites (T, 17k, WIP)

Lord Voldemort gets one chance at a new life. This new chance comes with a lot of conditions.

The Potter Problem by Icefall (T, 8k, complete)

During his twenty-fourth time loop, Lord Voldemort meets Harry Potter at a Muggle nightclub.

The Way to a Man’s Heart by @mosiva (T, 26k, complete)

Tom has an unknown nemesis. Harry has Tom’s lunch.

The Voice of Victory by @vdoshu (T, 3k, complete)

Lord Voldemort loves a good villain speech. Harry’s just the sort to interrupt him.

Thigh High by @kushimanii (T, 400, complete)

There, covering Harry’s long, smooth legs, were the most horrifying things Tom had ever seen. And Harry was lying in their bed with them. Tom knew what his new Boggart was.

Until Midnight Comes by @dividawrites (E, 26k, complete)

A few years after the war Harry reluctantly attends a party at Malfoy Manor. He drinks a few too many and runs into a handsome man called Tom. What happens after is definitely not a drunken error in judgement—it’s love at first, blurry sight instead.

Welcome to the Cultys by @duplicitywrites (E, 12k, WIP)

Harry had two main regrets in his life: 1. Asking the question “What if I set up a mock awards show to get cult leaders to show up for my thesis study?” 2. Responding with “That is hilarious” when Ron had suggested they call the awards show 'The Cultys'.

Would You Still Love Me? by @chiocchi (M, comic/artwork, WIP)

"Harry, would you still love me if I was a snake?" Harry knows how this question works. No matter how deranged and unreasonable it is, he has to say yes. A notion he may come to regret once Tom's questions start to get darker and oddly specific.

yer a monster fucker, harry by @exarite (M, 3k, complete)

Voldemort suggests they fake a relationship. It's a reasonable suggestion, so of course Harry says yes.

#tomarrymort #tomarry #harrymort #aethon recs #tomarry recs #tomarrymort recs #harrymort recs #hp fic recs #ao3 recs #fanfic recs #crack #crack recs #crackfic #tomarrymort crack

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venusinx · 9 months

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ode to a conversation stuck in your throat

itoshi rin x reader

chapter VIII: smoothe as fuck

cw: cursing, alcohol drinking, touchiness (?), jealousy (?)

chapter VII > series masterlist > chapter IX

"i can't believe you got us an entire limo," you said, shaking your head in disbelief, "and you didn't even offer the rest of the guys a ride." reo shrugged, his arm resting casually over seishiro's shoulders. "they didn't ask," was all he said. you and rensuke laughed as the limo played a popular song lightly in the background.

"well," rensuke started, "there's sake here. should we pregame?"

"yes," you said immediately.

"no," sei said right after.

reo pouted at his boyfriend. "sei, please." reo made puppy dog eyes. "you never drink with us."

seishiro rolled his eyes. "because you three always get ridiculously drunk and i have to take care of you. it's such a hassle."

reo looked a little crestfallen, so you said, "i promise we won't drink that much this time sei, just have some fun with us. please?"

seishiro rolled his eyes as if he didn't believe you, but shrugged. "okay, but if i'm drunk, i'm not taking care of any of you shits."

you and kunigami cheered, and reo placed a big kiss on sei's cheek, which sei wiped off jokingly.

reo called for the driver to turn the music up, and the four of you drank sake the whole way to the club.

when you all arrived, everyone else was already waiting for you. you peered out the window. rin was making his way to the car door, eyes glued on your window, though you were certain the windows were too tinted for him to see you. he opened the door and his eyes met yours. "yn," he greeted.

you weren't sure if it was the alcohol or how good rin looked, but your cheeks felt immediately flushed. all black was undoubtedly a good look on him. "hey, rin," you managed. he held out a hand, and you took it, getting to your feet. you opened your mouth to say more before you realized everyone was staring at you two and dropped his hand.

"uh, thanks," you said, still blushing furiously. the tips of rin's ears were pink. "no problem," he replied calmly.

"yn!" a voice called your name. you turned to see yukimiya in a dark green button up, black slacks, and his usual glasses. "you look stunning," kenyu said, pulling you into a hug. you grinned. "thanks, kenyu. you don't look too bad yourself," you joked.

"i can see you and rin are still attached at the hip," he said with a chuckle before turning to rin, "how've you been, man?" rin didn't return yukimiya's smile and said shortly, "good."

you ignored the awkwardness and exchanged greetings with bachira, who hugged you enthusiastically, and yoichi and oliver, the latter of whom looked you up and down approvingly. "i hate to admit it," aiku said begrudgingly, "but mikage has good taste."

"thank you for that, oliver," reo said. you turned to find that everyone had exited the limo. the guys were doing the normal bro-handshake-hug greeting, as if they didn't see each other at practice barely over 12 hours ago, except for nagi, who stayed stubbornly under reo's arm.

"well," reo said, smiling mischievously, "it's party time."

the second they entered the building, your jaw was on the floor. the space was huge, a large dance floor taking up most of the first story, with a bar on both the first and second floors. there were strobe lights and fog machines, and the room was packed with people dressed equally as fancy as them. "holy shit," you said, "is this what it's like to be rich?"

reo laughed and shrugged. "can i be your trophy wife?" you deadpanned. sei scowled and shook his head, but reo just laughed again. "aw yn, you're already my sugar baby and side chick #1." sei rolled his eyes, begrudgingly throwing an arm over your shoulders, too. reo looked delighted. "and on that note, let's go take shots. we're celebrating, after all!"

the group migrated to the bar where reo treated them all to drinks, leaving the tab open for them to drink as they pleased. "to yn and her new job!" reo cheered.

yukimiya smiled, saying, "and she's already doing a great job, too. there's no one else i'd rather work with." you giggled, a little tipsy already from the sake on the ride here. "that's a lie, but i appreciate the sentiment nonetheless."

"it is not a lie!" kenyu insisted. they continued laughing and arguing as the rest of the group gradually split off.

"dude," oliver said to rin in a low voice, "the only time you've stopped staring at yn tonight has been to give yukimiya a fucking death glare. chill."

rin scoffed, looking away from yn and kenyu, "not true. stop talking."

aiku rolled his eyes. "whatever, man," he said, "we're supposed to be having a competition."

rin regarded him suspiciously. "the fuck are you talking about?" oliver huffed a laugh. "i'm gonna pull way more than you. i always do."

rin scoffed. "as if," he said dismissively, downing the rest of his drink as his eyes drifted back to yukimiya. kenyu had somehow moved even closer to you, his arm resting on the bar a hair's breadth away from yours. rin averted his eyes, but aiku saw where he was looking.

"why don't we go ask the whole group then?" oliver challenged, "who they think will pull more, i mean." rin shrugged. "sure."

the two of them made their way to the booth where reo and nagi sat on one side with isagi, bachira, and kunigami on the other. "yo," oliver started, "who do you guys think will pull more, my sexy ass or rin the fucking statue?"

"i vote for the statue," meguru said in a sing-song voice, "he's way more respectful than you." rin cracked a small smile. "that's true," oliver agreed, "yoichi?"

"it's not hard to be more respectful than oliver, but at least he has charm, versus rin's…" isagi trailed off, deciding to finish the sentence with, "blandness."

"fuck you, isagi," rin predictably said.

nagi shrugged. "i don't particularly care either way. it's too much of a hassle to think about, so i agree with whatever reo says."

reo considered the two contenders before saying, "i guess it comes down to preference. oliver is more the charismatic, outspoken, rogue-ish looking guy, and rin is the more tall-dark-handsome-broody strong and silent type. so it depends."

sei turned to reo accusingly. "why'd you have to spout out a whole ass analysis? you could've just answered the goddamn question. i already know you're gonna say aiku."

reo pulled sei in for a kiss. "you know me so well, and that's why i love you." he turned back to rin and oliver, who had looked away during their display of affection. "yes, sei and i vote oliver."

kunigami had his head down on the table and mumbled, "i feel sick already. too much sake in the limo. gonna vomit."

nagi sighed. "he does this every fucking time."

aiku and rin slipped away to make their way to the bar where you and kenyu were still chatting away. "yn, yukimiya." oliver slung his arm around your shoulders, well aware of the way rin tensed and kenyu's smile dropped. "we got a question for you," oliver continued. "between me and rin over here, who do you guys think could pull more?"

you giggled, nudging oliver's arm off your shoulder. "depends if they have good taste or not. if not, then i'm sure you'll get lucky tonight, aiku." rin choked on a laugh as aiku placed a hand on his chest dramatically. "you wound me, yn," he joked.

yukimiya chuckled and said, "i don't know you very well, oliver, but i'll take yn's word for it. besides, rin had an entire fan club in high school. i suspect it's only grown bigger since then."

"you'd suspect right," you said, taking another sizable sip of your drink, your eyes subconsciously trained on rin.

"well," oliver said, slapping rin's back, "time to go test these theories. we'll let you guys know the results at the end of the night." he threw a wink at you and dragged rin away, who sent you a look that screamed 'help me'.

over the course of the evening, you were joined at the bar by reo and seishiro to take shots, then by isagi and bachira, who dragged you to dance, and even by random men and women alike who approached you with offers to buy you a drink. you politely but firmly turned them all down.

"plot twist!" reo proclaimed to the group of them squeezed into the booth, "yn's pulled more than oliver and rin put together, i bet!"

isagi and meguru nodded in agreement, and kenyu said, "yeah, that's gotta be a record or something. not that it's surprising, anyone with eyes can tell you're easily the most beautiful person here."

the group was silent for a moment before bachira whistled. "damn, you've got game, kenyu-chan! can i call you kenyu-chan? that was smoothe as fuck!"

nagi and reo exchanged a look that you couldn't interpret with your hazy, alcohol-fuzzy brain. kunigami still had his head resting on the table, a glass of water in his hand.

"why don't we go dance?" isagi suggested, "and we can try to find dumbass 1 and 2 while we're at it. i haven't seen them since they started their stupid competition, and rensuke here can hold down the fort for us."

kunigami grumbled something incoherent as everyone left him, each person patting him on the head as they left.

the dance floor was packed, sweaty bodies pressed up against sweaty bodies. someone bumped into you and you stumbled, a mix of drunkenness and your high heels only making matters worse. before you could fall, a strong arm wrapped around her waist. "careful there, yn," yukimiya said, his face incredibly close to yours, "can't have your pretty self get hurt, now can we?"

he let go of you slowly, as if it was taking everything in him. "right," you said, your mind cloudy, "thanks, kenyu." he smiled softly before offering you a hand. "care to dance?"

yn glanced around, but reo and sei were dancing alone and isagi and bachira had already found women to flirt and dance with, so you shrugged. "may as well," you said with a grin.

you hadn't felt this light and carefree in ages, or this good about yourself, if you were being completely honest. you didn't think you'd ever had this many people come up to you to offer drinks and compliments.

you took kenyu's hand, gasping a little as he pulled you in close, his arms circling around you to rest respectfully on your lower back. you were surprised to find that the way your body was pressed against his was rather pleasant, as was the way he was looking down at you. intensely, as if he was trying to convey something with his eyes alone. you allowed your arms to loop around his neck and joked, "this feels rather unprofessional. you're my coworker, after all."

yukimiya threw his head back with a laugh, his cheeks flushed. it was cute, you thought. "you're right, i suppose," he agreed, pulling you even closer, "but i don't care."

he stared at you again, his eyes dipping down to your lips. he began leaning in, and your eyes were fluttering closed before you spotted something in your peripheral vision that made your stomach drop.

rin, sitting at a table, with an absolutely stunning woman draped over his lap, her hand trailing his chest and his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. she leaned in to whisper something in his ear that made him smile, a smile broader than any smile you had ever seen him give a stranger. your heart sank as the girl shifted, moving to kiss rin's neck. his eyes closed and he leaned his head back, allowing her to explore further down his throat.

you suddenly felt sick. you pushed away from yukimiya, mumbling some excuse about needing to throw up. you shoved your way through the crowd on the dance floor and out the front doors of the club for some air.

"oh god, oh god," you whispered to yourself. "fuck. fucking hell. what the fuck am i doing."

there was no way he didn't see you; the man had practically 180° vision he used in soccer. unless he was too caught up with that woman to even notice you-

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself, before slipping back inside, skillfully avoiding yukimiya, who you could see was searching for you near the restrooms. you hurried over to the booth and shook kunigami.

"come on rensuke, we're going home, okay?" he grumbled something you couldn't understand again as you grabbed his arm, pulling it over your shoulder to stumble outside.

miraculously, you were able to haul kunigami's excessively muscled body into a taxi, giving the driver the address to your apartment. you shot the group chat a quick text that you felt sick and were leaving with kunigami.

fuck.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," you whispered. kunigami groaned. "what's wrong? why'd we leave? where's everyone else? where's the limo?"

you sighed, adjusting to support him so he didn't hit his head on anything. "i- something happened, and i want to go home, is all." you sniffled a little, and rensuke seemed to sober up a bit.

"what? what happened, yn?"

you just shook your head. "i'll tell you about it in the morning, ren. i just wanna shower and sleep. you can crash at mine tonight, the sofa is a pull out bed."

kunigami still looked concerned, but he nodded. "okay, yn. whenever you wanna talk about it, i'm here to listen."

you smiled, wiping away a lone tear that had managed to escape. "thanks, kuni." you rested your head on his shoulder for the remainder of the drive home.

when you got to your apartment, kunigami immediately passed out on the couch, not even bothering to pull out the bed. you laughed lightly and moved a trash can to the side of the bed in case he needed to vomit, and put a water bottle and a bottle of tylenol on the floor next to it.

shrugging off your new ridiculously expensive dress and jewelry, you didn't even look at your phone before sitting in the shower a long, long time in an attempt to rinse off the feel of other people's sweat on your body.

every time you closed your eyes, you could only see rin's head thrown back, eyes closed, enjoying that woman's lips on his neck.

you shook your head roughly, trying to snap out of it as you dried off.

you finally picked up your phone that you'd thrown on the bathroom counter and froze.

you had a few texts from the group chat with reo and nagi, but what caught your attention were the texts from both kenyu and rin.

a/n: teehee i <3 drama even if it's the most predictable thing ever i live for it

chapter VII > series masterlist > chapter IX

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clumsiestgiantess · 8 months

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Still thinking about Twilight Zone g/t because there were some banger episodes that gave me brainrot. Here’s a few that I know about:

My favorite has to be ‘Stopover in a Quiet Town’, where a young couple wakes up in a strange house after spending the night drunk. They go to thank the owner for letting them crash there, but there’s no one home. There’s no one in the town. The only ‘person’ they find is made of plastic, and the train out of town only has one stop: the town. The suspense that keeps building as the couple find more and more pieces of the world are fake, paired with lighthearted laughter from someone neither the characters or the audience can see — I had my suspicions, but the plot twist still managed to catch me off guard with the last few sentences.

Then there’s ‘Five Characters in Search of an Exit’. The situation alone is enough for you to start feeling for these guys. Five people with seemingly random professions are trapped in a giant container with no way out and no memories of who they were prior to being in the container. Slowly people disappear and are replaced with new ones, but no one ever comes back. After a whole lot of depression, the characters all come together to lift the newest member onto the edge of the giant container. He gasps, the others have to see this! It’s- Then he falls. Moments later, he’s back in the container again. Why? What’s out there that won’t let them go?

My final for the top three is ‘The Little People’. This one’s pretty obviously g/t by the name. Astronauts crash land on a strange planet, they have to try and fix the ship to go home but they’re stranded, etc. Normal sci-fi stuff. But one crewmate wanders off and finds an incredibly small civilization. At first the relationship is mutual. The tinies help him get enough food and water to survive, but the crewmate who found them begins to let the powder go to his head. He can do whatever he wants to this civilization; no one can stop him except the others his size, so he’ll just keep it a secret.

The two I mentioned in this are ‘The Fear’ and ‘The Invaders’.

Other honorable mentions include ‘Four O’ Clock’ & ‘Miniature’.

Technically this isn’t from the Twilight Zone, but it’s an old horror movie called Attack of the Puppet People that’s basically one long TZ episode. A few innocent people end up captured and shrunk, forced to play the act of obedient dolls by the madman who shrunk them. The situation seems rather dire, but the gang keep trying to escape regardless. The ray that can grow them back is just across the room, surely they can make it out.

#I love my classic g/t #the best part is that they’re so old you can find all of them for free if you search hard enough #if anyone wants some good horror g/t content just watch a few of these #g/t #giant tiny

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minawritesfanfic · 5 months

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Backyard Boy Part 3

Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Word Count: 2k+

Summary: School is officially back in session and things are looking great, well we’re looking great. An unexpected reunion at the beginning of class is throwing you for a loop, and it seems you aren’t going to be able to avoid the impending confrontation. But hey pizza with your favorite drummer boy is bound to make you feel better, right..?

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Summer came and went faster than I wanted it to but at least it was fun, I was able to split my time evenly between hanging out with Rodrick and Racrn. Racrn is the silly little acronym I came up with using the first letters of everyone's names: Renatta, Alejandro, Cecily, Reese, and Nolan. Apparently, they liked it too, and it ended up sticking as a nickname for the group. It was just an easier way to refer to the group compared to ‘insert someone's name and them’. Lame and obnoxiously wordy.

School finally started up again, in my senior year. In a sorta new town, new friends, new clothes, and a very new me. I walked into the school like I had months before during the last week of school, this was different though. No longer did tension hang heavy in the air from final exams, instead the air was full of life and excitement as students talked through the hallways buzzing with joy and telling their peers the glories or tragedies of their summer break.

I exhaled with a smile, very happy about the changed atmosphere, and made my way through the sea of people to my locker. It was in one of the main school hallways which thankfully wasn’t too crowded at the moment. I opened it and tucked my backpack neatly inside before pulling out some of the locker decorations I’d bought the week before. I lined the inner part of the door with taped-up pictures, one from hangouts with Racrn, pictures of me and Rodrick, and a few cute stickers. I smiled at the sight of my freshly customized locker then grabbed the stuff I’d need for class before shutting and locking my locker.

I headed towards the stairs hoping to make it to my first period in time when I spotted a certain black-haired dork standing off to the side. He talked animatedly to his friends as he twirled a drumstick idly in his hand, he glanced over at me when he presumably felt me staring. He flashed me a grin and I waved and mouthed a ‘Don’t be late to class’ before walking off. I didn’t manage to catch him rolling his eyes before I disappeared up the stairs though.

My first few classes weren’t that bad, it was a bunch of electives since I opted out of most of the classes I already had enough credits for. Except for math, for some stupid reason, I needed to take it. My old school was apparently weird and because I didn’t finish out the secound semester for math I didn’t get the full credit, why or how that is I have no clue. So I buckled in mentally to take another math class, which of course was pre-calculus and my next class.

I walked into the classroom and it was partially empty as there were still three minutes until the bell rang. I smiled seeing Renatta was in class with me nodding along as a blonde girl spoke to her. I waved as I walked over, she waved back and the blonde girl turned to look at me.

“O m g! If it isn’t little ole California Sunshine themself, what on Earth brings you to this side of the world?” Heather fucking Hills said with that same condescending tone and smile on her pretty face.

I forced a smile while sitting down behind Renatta who looked like a deer in headlights, her mouth agape and all, looking between the two of us. I knew I would have a lot of explaining to do later and I was not at all looking forward to it.

“Nice to see you’re still the Same Heather, never thought I’d see you again.”

‘More like I hoped I’d never see you again.’

“I know, but seriously what are you doing here? Didn’t you totally say you’d never leave California, like ever?” She asked, quaking her head to the side, her face etched with fake curiosity and a hint of unease.

“Yeah that was the plan, but there was a pretty bad earthquake that ended up splitting our home in half. My parents were tired of earthquakes and moved us out here to completely avoid them. What are you doing here? I thought you lived in Oregon?”

“Okay, I’m going to cut you guys off right there. How the hell do you two know each other?!” Renatta asked, flabbergasted as she looked back and forth between us, Heather glanced quickly over at me but I didn’t even have to look at her to know what she was feeling.

“We met on a family vacation, she was in the room next to mine and we just ended up.. hanging out,” I said with a shrug and Heather just looked me up and down before turning away.

“Hanging out is a bit of an overstatement, but whatever.”

Renatta looked ready to ask more questions but as the bell rang, Mr. Lanaski began class giving her no opportunity to. I knew that this would only be a temporary measure though, as I had lunch with the whole Racrcn group next period. I slumped back into my chair and absently listened to the teacher as he gave us a rundown of how his class would be, it was even worse with me receiving knowing looks from both Renatta and Heather. Who I would also probably have to talk too soon, and I had no idea how that conversation would go.

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The bell rings and both girls try and drag me away with them out of the class, they cast glares at each other while everyone else is quickly filling out of the classroom. I managed to break free from their grasp but the looks on both their faces told me that I’d regret even trying to leave, I just started to pack my things as they argued about who gets to talk to me first.

“They were my friend before they were yours!” Heather huffs crossing her arms.

“I thought you guys barely even hung out, besides don’t you have a class to go to? We’re headed to lunch.” Renatta snapped back flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“Oh really? That’s perfect, we’re all friends, yeah, so I’ll join you at your lunch table.”

“Oh, absolutely not!-“ Renatta began but I immediately opted out of sitting with Heather AND Racrn at one lunch table, before either of them could react I grabbed my stuff and bolted out of the classroom.

Thankfully the hallway was still crowded so I could blend in and quickly get away, once I felt safe I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I headed to my locker ready to drop off my stuff and spend lunch anywhere but the library when I felt someone blow on the back of my neck and whisper.

“Boo.” I jumped and slammed my locker shut, I turned slowly praying it wasn’t Heather or Renatta but thankfully it was just Rodrick.

“Jeez Rodrick, don't do that! You scared the ever-loving shit outta me!” I said with a heavy sigh and leaned back against my locker while Rodrick stepped back his hands in the air to surrender.

“Sorry, sorry! I couldn’t resist, anyways where are you headed next?”

“I have lunch right now but I’m definitely not going to that cafeteria, for a number of reasons.”

“Perfect, cuz I was wondering if you would be down to skip the rest of school with me. It’s all just boring ass-“

I didn’t even let him finish trying to convince me, “Yes! I mean yeah, let’s cut school. Nothing important I’m going to miss out on, let’s go.”

He was a bit surprised by how readily I agreed but rolled with it, he led me out of the school to where his van was parked then we peeled out of the parking lot. I let out a relieved sigh as I watched the school grow smaller in the rearview mirror, though I could see Rodrick eyeing me curiously out of the corner of my eye.

“So… what do you want to go and do?”

“You asked me to ditch and didn’t even have a plan to do anything?”

“I didn’t expect to get that far okay! I figured you’d be a stick in the mud and I’d just have to ask Ben to skip with me.” I just laughed and shook my head.

“Fine, since I’m skipping lunch let’s go grab something to eat then we could hang out at my place. How’s that sound?”

“You had me at lunch.” He said with a grin speeding off to the nearest fast food joint.

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We ended up splitting a pizza, Rodrick ate on the floor while I sat in a bean bag chair I’d recently gotten. Rodrick talked on and on all, while he ate, I was perfectly content on just half listening and trying to be grossed out that he talked while he ate. I was kind of lost in my own head, trying to figure out what to do. I glanced over at my phone and sat on my bed, I was not looking forward to the dozens of calls I likely already had from Renatta.

“- and then he turned into an alien and kidnapped me… Dude, are you even listening?” Rodrick said and I snapped my gaze down to him, nodding quickly.

“Uh huh yeah, an alien guy kidnapped you- no I’m sorry I wasn’t at all. Just start again from the party I’m listening to now.” He shook his head and sat up, taking another slice of pizza.

“Nah it’s not that important, talk to me. You’ve seemed out of it since we left school, what’s up?” He took a bite out of his pizza and gestured for me to talk, I let out a heavy sigh and sunk deeper into the bean bag chair.

“My entire world kinda just flipped on its axis? I mean it’s not that huge of a deal but maybe I’m minimizing it cuz if I do start thinking it’s that big of a deal I might just die on the spot. But uh so you know how I lived in Cali, right? I was on vacation in a different town there and met this girl, we bonded over some stuff and became really close. Well turns out she goes to our school and is kind of friends with Renatta, both of whom really want to talk to me. And I’m just not ready for it.” I paused letting some of that sink in as I finished the rest of my slice of pizza before going for another one.

“When do you think you’ll be ready to talk to them?”

“I don’t really know to be honest, I don’t even know what to say to either of them. But I can’t talk to one without talking to the other, and I can’t even talk to anyone about what we need to talk about. Which would easily explain how we know each other, just ugh I might just drop out.” I groaned and angrily took a bite out of my pizza as I stared up at my ceiling, Rodrick stayed silent for a moment thinking about what I said.

“Well you have to talk to them eventually, but they’ll both have to accept that that will only happen on your own time. So just like let them know that and take it slow. If they’re even worth your time they’ll understand and wait until you’re ready, especially if it’s important.” He said in between mouthfuls, though his words resonated with me.

He was right, I didn’t have to explain and talk about everything right now. Heather’s cool but she knows how much I have at stake here too and should understand where I’m coming from, and Renatta is still a newish friend and shouldn’t expect me to relay every little detail of my life to her.

“Thanks, Rodrick, that was really helpful. I don’t owe either of them an explanation or my time right now. You really rock dude.” I said with a smile feeling a little bit better.

But then the doorbell rang, again and again and again. I jumped shocked by the incessant ringing, Rodrick looked as surprised as I was and got up. He went into the hallway and peered through the blinds out the window before coming back into the room.

“By any chance.. was that girl you met on vacation Heather Hills?” He asked wide-eyed as he held the door frame, I nodded and stood shakily.

I could tell her that we would talk later, it would be simple enough right? It’s not like we left off on bad terms, we left off on great ones, right? No amount of reassurance seemed to work as I descended the stairs and made my way to the front door, the doorbell still ringing loudly through the house. But the closer I got the more clearly I could hear her yelling, I took a deep breath and opened the door. She was mid-doorbell press and all of Racrn stood behind her, all of them equally confused and loving the drama.

“Uhm Hi…?”

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3am (street fighter! hook x reader)

g/n reader, thx for voting ♡

**minor violence and sexual implications

“Only five more minutes..” you thought, as you looked up to the clock longingly.

Today was busy. Extra busy. Working at an understaffed coffee shop in the middle of the city probably wasn’t your best idea. Taking up your bosses’ 14-hour shift offer didn’t help either. But, the pay was good and the people were usually nice, leaving tips which you would spend on dinner afterwards.

Your coworkers were great too. Liv was your best friend. You knew her in highschool, and you guys were always hanging out, even outside of work. Alexa was a bit scary sometimes, but you were nice to her regardless. Iyo didn’t know alot of English, having moved with her family from Japan. Duolingo proved to be of some help to you both. You had other coworkers, but you didn’t really talk to them.

Finally, the time came and you could go home! Hallejuiah! You were going to have the best time having the next two days off, doing nothing, sleeping in, cleaning, eating, shopping, and-

“Hey!” Liv said, interrupting your thoughts.

“Oh, hey, what’s up?” you said a bit tiredly.

Liv looked around and lowered her voice, “You know my boyfriend, right?”

Ah, yes. Liv’s boyfriend. Max. Ew. You told her so many times to stay away from him.

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, “What’d he do now?”

“Actually, nothing…” she said awkwardly.

“Oh? Well, what happened?” you asked, shocked. Usually when your guys’ conversations started like this, Max was usually being a dick to her or doing something stupid, god, he’s so stuck up.

“Nothing! I was just wondering if you’d go with me to his work tonight? I wanna go watch him, but I’m too scared to go alone..” Liv said.

“Oh, his job? Like, the fighting thing?” you asked.

“SHH! Not so loud! Yes, the uh- fighting thing,” she said.

Liv told you a few months ago about her boyfriends “job.” It wasn’t really a job. It was some underground WWE thing, except highly illegal. Real punching, real tables, real blood. The people who went would bet on the winner, like it was horse racing. From what you could assume, the winner of each match got to keep all the money. Liv was telling you how her boyfriend came home with glass in his back the other week. No wonder why he’s such a jerk.

“Well, uh- Liv, I don’t really know I-” you stammered, you didn’t want to tell her no, but you just wanted to go to bed. You ended up saying yes. She said she’d pick you up at eight.

Only three hours by yourself, what a shame. Not even enough time to take a decent nap!

Eventually, you got home and the clock read 7:00pm all too quickly. You decided you would get ready, begrudgingly. Before walking out the door, you took one last look at your bed, debating whether or not to cancel, and walked out.

When you got the “venue,” Liv lead the way, while you were too busy trying to take in your surroundings. It wasn’t very clean, the walls which were once white had a yellow-brown tint to them. There were some stains on them, too. But their origins, whether from food or the human body, was uncertain. The floors were a bit sticky, and the room smelt like cigarette smoke and alcohol. You sat next to Liv, in some of the last front-row seats available. The seat felt gross. You could see the letters A-E-W spray painted on the floor.

“So, how do you like it?” Liv asked smiley, with a hint of sarcasm in her words.

You laughed, “Well, it’s uh- it’s definitely…underground.”

You both laughed.

Most of the night went by somewhat quickly, and you found yourself interested at times although, it wasn’t because of the action. Some of the boys here were actually kinda… good looking. An older guy by the name of Christain caught your eye, but he probably had a wife, or something. Another guy, with half of his face painted got you extremely interested, but he was too good looking to not be in a relationship. He was the highlight of the night until someone else came out. The other guy in question was introduced as “HOOK.” Huh, weird name. Hook was really cute, and well-built. Fluffy brown hair that looked blonde when the light hit it.

(a/n: there team blonde, are you happy?)

He was probably about your age, maybe early 20s. He looked at you a couple of times, but you quickly looked away each time, trying to hide the blush that crept onto your face. His match went by fast, and he won, but not before getting socked by the other guy. The last time he looked at you he had a big purple bruise around his eye. You waited until he was all the way gone before making a comment to Liv.

“Hey, he was kinda cute,” you said quietly.

“What? Hook?” she asked.

“Yeah, or whatever his name is,” you said.

She looked in your eyes, and slowly, the biggest, most mischievous, shit-eating grin covered her face. You knew that face all too well.

“Liv,” you said sternly.

“What?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” she teased.

“Because!”

“I can get his number for you,” she said with a smile.

“Liv, I just said he was cute,” you said.

“Yeah, and I have connections!” she pleaded.

“No,” you said.

“Fine. You’re no fun.”

You guys had to wait until Max’s match was over and he was cleaned up before you could leave. You sat in the back while Liv and Max took you home. Liv waited until you were inside to drive off and tell Max about his cute “coworker.” Max found it a bit amusing, so he sent her his number.

Liv worked her magic that night, with Max peeking over every once in awhile. Because for some reason, this Hook guy was still awake at three in the morning. Hook said he would try to stop by on Monday, when you came back from your two days off. And Liv didn’t tell you jack shit about her plan.

When you came back to work, it was just you and Alexa until 11, when Liv and Iyo came in. It was all going well, you two being successful in getting through the morning rush. Lunch rush was a bit busy, but not as bad as Friday. Liv was tapping a pen on the counter impatiently, probably waiting for Max to bring her some food, or something. You and Iyo were tackling some spilt milk, until the bell rang and Liv tapped your shoulder.

“Can you take this order? I need to use the bathroom,” she said.

“Sure,” you said, and went to the register to help a guy with a hood on get his order taken.

It wasn’t until you asked for his name you got a good look at his face. Brown eyes and broad shoulders. You could see some tufts of brown hair, too. But the thing that made him stand out was the big, purple bruise around his eye and- OH NO!

“You should’ve known. Maybe this was all a coincidence? Hopefully he doesn’t remember you. Maybe if you are nice enough he’ll become a regular. I wonder if he’s single…” your mind raced with thoughts as you made his coffee. It was similar to your own order, just a bit stronger.

You looked over to Liv.

She smiled at you.

You shook your head.

Secretly, you were thankful for it. And for Liv, she was thankful he even showed up at all.

He was the only person there, so you didn’t bother calling out his name. But hopefully you spelt it right.

“Enjoy,” was all you said before you tried to turn away.

“Thanks,” he said.

“But hey- uh,” he started. You turned your attention back to him.

“Can I get a straw?”

“Sure,” you said, and reached down to grab one. You handed one to him.

“Thanks, and hey- you’re Max’s friend, right?” he asked.

“Oh, um, not really. I’m just friends with his girlfriend.. so..” you trailed off.

“Good, he's a dick.”

“Yeah.”

There was a moment of awkwardness before he spoke again, with a bit of nonverbal help from Liv who was listening in intently. Liv's ability to become friends with seemingly everybody was beyond you.

“I think you’re cute too,” he said bluntly, but you could tell he really did mean it.

“Oh! Um, thanks! I mean- uh, sorry I didn’t mean too, uh,” you stammered before coming to your senses.

“I’m sorry Liv tried to drag you into this,” you finally said.

He chuckled and asked for your number. You gave it to him.

The subsequent date was nice. You both shared a lot of laughs, and you learned he had a thing for photography. He even paid for the meal, despite your efforts. You went to a few more “shows'' with Liv, and he came home with you sometimes. But usually, you were both too tired to do anything. Sometimes you did, though. Hook was really good at making you feel good.

After tiptoeing around each other for a while you guys decided to make it official. Liv was ecstatic when you told her the news. It’s kind of ironic, because then you became the one plucking glass out of your boyfriends back at 3am.

#wwe #aew #pro wrestling #aew wrestling #fanfiction #aew dynamite #hook aew #hook x reader #hook imagine #hook imagines #liv morgan #liv is the best #we stan #hookhausen #cliche reader job sorry guys

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Guess It Right

Elrond x reader | College! AU

Request: Can I please request a fic with Elrond (either modern or ME era) with the confession when he is a college tutor teaching innocent!reader human anatomy while using his pen to trace and label the different body parts on the readers body. The sexual tension is higher than mars and then Elrond switches to his finger and makes the reader tell him all the parts he touches. Maybe leads to smut when he makes the reader tell him about what’s happening with scientific terms? Ends fluffy and cute? Thanks! - Anon

A/N: Sorry I couldn't write a full blown smut like you requested and I wanted too, was running low on motivation :( and no fluffiness in this fic, just smut :(

Warnings: fembod, nerd! Elrond, fingering, dacryphilia, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, oversensitivity

Word: 2.7k

Synopsis: Failing your classes meant asking the smartest student in class for help, but when you're not learning through the normal method, he insists on a new strategy.

“P-Patella?”

The soft sound of something slipping and sliding through a slippery pathway echoed through the room at your response. Heavy breathing along with papers, bags and books were haphazardly strewn across the room leaving it in a disarray. There were even clothes, jeans and sweaters (panties perhaps), lying across the lamp and casting a dewy glow throughout the room. The quiet clock and silent humming of the air conditioning unit both sounded like a hurricane in your ears from the drowning tension and stillness. Nothing felt as though it was moving, though things were, just not to your pacing.

An unsettled hum followed by a tap on your thigh signalled your next response was pending. Three little taps along your thigh, dancing from left to right and crawling further and further up until it rested against your pelvis and stopped. The heat and heaviness from the stillness tormented you further, and if it weren’t for the other hand that buried its fingers in your heat, you would have repositioned yourself to slap it away. “What’s the name Y/N?”

Fumbling around and searching for an answer, your little helper decided that it was best to inch his fingers deeper, crooking them to brush against your soft spot. He said nothing of the sort except the neutral smile he wore on his face as he stared pensively at you. The sharpness of his cheekbones and the fullness of his lips made you wish you could kiss the life out of them. Even with the dreadful, impending doom feeling he was pushing onto you so you could learn your anatomy, you wanted to kiss the life out of him.

“Umm…huh—ngh,” your words were cut off by the slow retracting of his fingers; an inch for every answer you got right or wrong, “E-Elrond, p-please…”

“Not the right answer,” his monotonous voice rang out and retracted nearly the finger, leaving only an inch in, barely providing any pleasure and merely a tickle. Your breathing was becoming laborious and your pitch grew whiney as tears sprung from the corners of your eyes. It was torture and hell, not what you requested from him or desired.

“Okay, okay, just g-give me a moment, please…”

“Take as long as you wish; I’m not the one in need of being taught a lesson. Though, I may grow tired of this position and switch,” now the smirk etched its way onto his face as he announced his idea of providing a more resourceful and productive manner of teaching. Once said, his posture straightened, and he rose to kneel off the floor and sit on the edge of the bed.

Your legs were spread wide open for him to witness all the mess you made from the start of the lesson to currently. Flushed and in its full bloom, your fold glistened and quivered under his penetrative stare like some shy schoolgirl staring at her crush. It acted as though it never bared itself to other contenders before him, but there was something about Elrond that made your pussy, felt shy. He knew it from the small suctions it gave around his fingers; funny how it wasn’t due to drawing him back in.

Fidgeting around the itchy bedsheets, your arms that covered your feverish face lowered themselves to rest against your sternum. Looking at the ceiling, your mind pondered and pondered for minutes before you attempted a guess—it was the last call or a reward or a loss, “Femur?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“…Femur.”

The room fell silent, not even his breathing was heard. The noisy cars passed outside your apartment, blaring their music and horns sounded so distant through the silence echoing in your room. Then, you felt three taps to your pelvis for a reminder of a forgotten body part. It wasn’t impossible to not recall the name for this part, hence, you blurred it out with confidence, “Pelvis.” Casting your eyes down to meet his, Elrond was heavily gazing back at you with hundreds of thoughts circulating. You couldn’t read any of his expressions and possibly know what his series of next moves were. All you just knew was that he had something in mind, and he was being exceptionally calculative about it.

Giving a short hum, his fingers suddenly plunged all the way into your pussy, crooked immediately to abuse your soft spot and get you off. His other hand rested on your pelvis, shifted to splay itself across your lower abdomen and pressed lightly to assist him with getting you off faster. It was then you heard the soft pants resonating from him. His entire position changed from sitting to half kneeling on the bed; one foot on the ground, the other knee placed on the bed and his body arched over yours with hunger in his eyes. The little crook of the corners of his lips twitched with urgency to gleam at you once you realised how dangerous the quiet boy in front could be.

“I’m so delicate as many assume me to be you know…but I enjoy having those around make such assumptions. Helps me to strike a lot better at,” leaning down to hover closer, dangling his lips over yours, “my particular pretty, helpless targets. Me, nerd Elrond…” With that, the speed of his fingers increased until the sounds of squelching and sheet crumpling were predominantly heard throughout the room. Elrond had no problem holding you down as your back arched off the bed multiple times at the onslaughter of receiving pleasure. His lithe body hid muscles you knew so little about and prompted your eyes to widen when you felt them through the forceful grip to his biceps at the rapid wave of pleasure approaching.

Pushing and tugging at his clothes, you had probably worn out the cashmere sweater his brother made for him, but he showed no signs of disapproval at your approach. It only spurred him on to work faster by sliding, twisting and scissoring his fingers to make room for more once finished with this session. One wasn’t enough, that was evident in Elrond’s mind from the five sessions he had with you. It’s not that you were dense, it was just the way the work was taught, you had problems understanding and it was fair enough for him to sympathize. He was just fortunate to have an eidetic memory.

“Shocking isn’t it? Being so dependent on the nerd in the class to achieve your end goal,” and he wasn’t just referring to your final exams. The cheeky pink-cheeked boy leaned down to test the waters while your eyes were closed at the waves of growing pleasure. One peck to your lips and your mouth swallowed his in a heated battle of dominating tongues. For a moment, his hands almost forgot their motion and slowed, urging your hips to thrust up and down his finger as he gave shallow thrusts in return. The both of you were lost in the lip-locking moment, breathing into each other’s mouth, inhaling the other’s air.

His actions made you forget that you were to view him as a nerd and not some handsome jock or playboy. Since when nerds played it low and hid their attractiveness. Had you known, you would have tackled him earlier…for the assistance of course. But then again, he was particularly aware of those around him, so he would have made you out from a mile. Yet here you were, being caught under him and chasing after your orgasm that he so dangled over you provocatively and for what? All for the sake of passing your final. Elrond would make sure you understood his importance and help you pass your final before he was completely finished with you.

Digging his hands deeper while simultaneously pressing down on your abdomen, his fingers were carving out your insides, mapping them out like the back of his hand. This wasn’t going to be his last time being lost within your walls, he was far from finished with lecturing you—one step at a time was his motto.

“Oh god, ri-right there, El-Elrond—ngh,” a wail ripped from your throat as you broke the kiss when his fingers ran across your soft spot. Pulling away from his mouth, a string of saliva was left to connect your lips while you made doe eyes at him as the heated coil was about to snap. Slowly crossing and rolling back into your head, his fingers refused to let up their ministrations, wanting to turn you into a weeping mess. Humble your pretty little pompous attitude and get your head back in the books where it should be. You were a med student, focusing on your books is what you should be doing, and Elrond was glad to be present the opportunity to assist you.

Failing medicine when you're supposed to be helping people. What a sick joke.

“You’re close aren’t you? I can feel you squeezing me, but not so fast,” the hand resting on your abdomen raised to bop your nose, knocking you back into orbit as if his statement wasn’t enough to draw question marks above your head. The confusion and worry that echoed in your eyes and encouraged him to grin even more. It was then, Elrond’s pace slowed just a tad bit, keeping you on the edge, “tell me one more body part and I’ll let you cum. Just…one.”

Not even a proper comprehensible vocabulary term could escape your lip from the snail’s pace his fingers were moving at, and all your concentration being placed on working your hips along his fingers for your own pleasure. Elrond noticed, he wasn’t going to let his build-up waste, so his left hand came down to grip your hip, halting your gyration. “Not so fast pretty girl. Now, my question to you,” his lips came down to brush against your cheeks to capture your intense glare, “is what is the compound term for the thoracic and abdominopelvic cavities? We learnt it before started…”

If your glare could burn down walls, it was sure to reduce him to mere atoms. Yes, you learnt it minutes before he began his flirtation, but given your state of disorientation, how in the seven hells were you going to remember what he asked? No, he was just being overbearing, waving around his power and authority over you like a medallion you needed to claim. You needed your orgasm, you could achieve it after he left should he leave you hanging, but your fingers couldn’t do half the job that he did. You wanted to cry from the sheer pressure of having to think and the little pools of tears were already forming.

“Already giving up Y/N, you didn’t even guess. Don’t make me look like some horrible tutor, I’m doing my best here,” his words wove their way into your skin as his lips danced over your cheeks and travelled to your temple to plant a resounding kiss. You could feel the smirk on his face as he watched yours contorted into desperation for an answer. The panicked search in your eyes as they roamed the room and his face for some hint increased knowing that your orgasm was on the verge of being lost. It was remarkable how putty you were in the palm of his hands.

“Elrond p-please, don’t do t-this to me…gimme another ch-chance,” whining into the room’s cold air, there was a significant scoff heard at your complaint. It made you quiver and tremble because your orgasm was on the edge, and you were being sent into overstimulation. Shaking his head, your tears finally spilt over the edges, wetting your lashes and smudging your mascara. Endless babblings of wrong answers flowed from your lips, but he barely made out any of the incoherent words. This urged his fingers to draw away from your soft spot while keeping a rapid pace to push you over the edge.

“Oh god, v-venti something, please Elrond, just let me cum. I beg you,” you forced your body into an upright position, seated and facing Elrond head-on in a warring glare that gave the quiet nerd shivers up his spine. Your glare did something to him, it gave him a challenge and spurred him into accepting, for now, he’d cut you some slack.

Leaning closer to rest his forehead against yours, he stared right back at you, wanting to look you deeply in the eye the moment his finger slid deeper to rest against your endpoint. The fact that he had denied you for more than ten minutes, the moment the tip of his fingers brushed, your body spasmed and convulsed before collapsing onto him. His left hand snaked its way around your waist to keep you from slumping completely and preventing his fingers from further pumping, sending you into another round—one for him wasn’t enough.

“El-Elrond, no please, I can’t. I don’t have an-another…ngghh…” but your own body betrayed you as the first wave left you sensitive and spiralling into the abyss into your second. You were easily being sucked into the pit of oversensitivity and Elrond graciously ate it up. The light chuckles and snickers emitting from his throat, reverberated in his chest and made your nipples harden at the extra contact. Goosebumps covered you and there wasn’t a thing you could do to fight your release, other than begging for it.

Feeling you tremble uncontrollably and the essential clamping of your gummy walls around his digits, he turned his head for his lips to meet your ear and whispered, “Already going to give me a second release—all over my hand too. Not shocking at all. You should show this level of enthusiasm towards your education.” And with that, Elrond went to work pushing you over the end, ignoring your body shaking in his arms and the liquid squirting all over his fingers. He kept you close to his body, loving the scent of your citrus and vanilla lotion waffling through his nose and rubbing off on his cashmere sweater. Even you were enjoying the sent of crisp waters and lilies emitting from his clothes.

Your nails scrapped and tugged at his clothes, leaving little strings of threads torn from its seam, but Elrond paid no mind. His sole focus was getting you through this orgasm that was wracking your body severely. Your trembling was yet to cease, and your breathing was laborious. Small gushes of your release were still running from you, staining his wrist and sleeves; even his expensive million-dollar watch was covered in your arousal, a small price to pay should it be broken. The bed sheets and carpet were drowning in your essence and the scent of sex reeked throughout the room.

Neither you nor Elrond moved as your high finally ended, he was being a gentleman before he continued his on-slaughter. The faint swirling of the air conditioner in the background set the right ambience for the aftermath of your post-orgasmic state, slowly bringing your heated body back to its optimal state.

You felt your back being placed gently on the sheets, your body melting into the softness the comforter provided, while the hands never left your body. You observed as he ran them from your shoulders to your hips and then thighs before parting them again. The sound of a belt falling to the ground, followed by the shuffling of clothes caused you to look up and gaze at the magnificent creature above you. It was then you understood what he spoke of earlier, we’re gonna do a few extra hours today. Indeed you two were.

“Ready for our next topic?” his directed firmly towards you while shuffling your legs aparted for him to fall between. Nestling himself and caging you with his larger body, there was a nod from you while his right hand gripped his cock to breach your entrance, easily stretching and slipping inside. The pregnant pause from you both as you enjoyed the feeling of having him inside was short-lived by his dutiful words, “I do hope you haven’t forgotten the terms from this morning. First question and I’ll move…”

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poisonhemloc · 5 months

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Esker, as much as I love them, has one major character trait

...okay everyone has one major character trait, it's that kinda game

Esker’s main thing being ‘lonely’ is, well, because they’re on the Attlerock. Someone had to be- the other astral bodies all have a representative- but there’s not much there. You can explore the whole Attlerock in under ten minutes- faster than exploring Timber Hearth itself- and there’s no deeper layer to any of the puzzles present; everything on the Attlerock is an early puzzle piece, to the Eye, to Dark Bramble, to Feldspar. It’s unlikely most players will go there more than once or twice. And Esker doesn’t get any new dialogue the other travelers get- you don’t have a reason to go back to them. But it didn’t need to be like this- there could have been a lot of things, later puzzle pieces, hidden areas, the same kind of stuff you’ll find on the other planets. So, why not?

Esker, and the Attlerock, are extensions of the tutorial that is walking from your sleeping bag to the observatory. You woke up, you talked to people, you messed with the model ship and your signalscope and the zero g cave, now launch- and you can go wherever you want, but Hornfels tells you, if you’re not sure or you want to start small, to go say hi to Esker on the Attlerock. It’s an easy place to find, to land on, it introduces you to the idea that you’ll get different gravity on different planets, reinforces using your signalscope (and points you towards Feldspar again) and introduces the Nomai’s vision based tech and the Eye of the universe by name (and has some of Chert’s notes but). It’s a very useful extension of the tutorial, if you need it or not.

And you don’t go back to a tutorial area, usually. Most people playing aren’t going to go running through the village multiple times just to get the same dialogue from the npcs; they won’t go redo the zero g cave or mess with the model ship beyond what they need to for the achievements. And they won’t go back to the Attlerock, because they know everything they needed to learn, and there’s not going to be anything new.

All that together, well, no wonder Esker’s main trait ended up being ‘lonely.’ And trying to swap them with another traveler- Chert instead, Riebeck, maybe, if they never moved on, or Gabbro being lazy- but you’d have to swap purposes with them; Esker who keep eyes on things and fixes ships as needed can’t be burning up with Ember Twin' close solar orbit or in Giant’s Deep's 2x gravity or under the crust on Brittle Hollow.

They are also, essentially, Timber Hearth’s representative in the very end- you’re the conscious observer, but everyone else is representing the celestial body they were on, and the Attlerock and Esker have to stand in for Timber Hearth as a whole. Despite waking up there, most players aren’t going to be running through the village a lot- they might talk to Slate occasionally, but, most people aren’t going to go run into the rest of the village except maybe once to see if anyone gets new dialogue.

Of course, the npcs there all have each other, but, you’re off exploring the other craters on the planet- you’re not going back to talk to anyone on Timber Hearth for the most part. And that includes Esker, whistling away on the Attlerock, waiting to see if one of the three astronauts left- of those three, only Chert is stated to fly more than as needed- is going to ask them to fix a ship so they can do something and see someone. Or if Hornfels- who's now downstairs in the museum- or Gossan out in the zero g cave are going to radio them. But no one is, because Esker is alone up on the moon, with no new dialogue, with no new reason for you or anyone to go talk to them.

Because they're an extension of the tutorial, and you don't go back to that once you know how to play.

#poisonhemloc's rambles #outer wilds #i. almost fully rewrote this right before i was gonna post it so uh i hope its coherent

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daniel-profeta · 1 year

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top 10 songs of all time?

Changes everyday, but in no particular order some of my more consistent favorites are:

The front bottoms - Twin Sized Mattress

Car Seat headrest - Kimochi Warui *so many options here, but to pick one from this band...*

Tool - Lateralus

The Mountain Goats - Best Ever Death Metal Band Out of Denton

Phoebe Bridgers - I Know the End

Elliott Smith - King's Crossing

AJJ - People II The Reckoning

At this point I started to think harder about the songs that have meant the most to me throughout my life and as I've gotten older. For example, I like a lot of Bright Eyes songs more than First day, but that song has had way more impact on me. I play it all the time, the lyrics are permanently imprinted in my mind, and to me it's one of the most beautiful and vulnerable love songs ever written. With that in mind more and more "important" songs started coming to mind.

8. Alex G - Forever 9. Bright Eyes - First Day of My Life 10. Johnny Hobo - New Mexico Song

Now I have ten, that was easy.

Except...

I remembered that one Demarco song that makes me cry everytime I hear it. Got to include that. How many times have I listened to the Glow pt 2 during the summer? How could I leave off something from Porcupine Tree, the band that I once considered my favorite band of all time? So I kept going, through names and bands that I collect like emotional trophies, not wanting to leave anything out. They all mean so much, it's honestly pathetic. I used to hyperfixate on things like Zelda and Star Wars, then I found this shit and my brain chemistry has been altered ever since.

11. Mac Demarco - Moonlight on the River 12. Mitski - Texas Reznikoff 13. The Microphones - I Want the Wind to Blow 14. Pigeon Pit - Nights like These 15. Radiohead - Exit Music 16. The Crane Wives - Never Love an Anchor

Funny how quickly a song can feel like home. That Crane Wives song technically shouldn't even be here, I only heard it for the first time a few weeks ago. Yet maybe listening to it 30 times since qualifies it for consideration. Phoebe Bridgers has a lyric in one of her songs about wishing she had written something instead of the original artist, but she can't cause they said it first. So instead she'll learn their song and sing until the feverish inspired feeling fades away in a voyeuristic catharsis.

I think about that line constantly. Also quickly want to mention here that I'm more of an album guy. I try to listen to full records to try an experience the full piece of art the creator made. So while no song off The Downward Spiral is on my list of favorite songs, that was and is one of the most impactful albums to me as a teenager.

17. Porcupine Tree - Arriving Somewhere but not Here 18. XTC - Dear God 19. Wilco _ I am trying to break your heart 20. NIN - Burn 21. Lucy Dacus - Night Shift 22. Haley Heynderickx - Oom Sha La La 23. Swans - New Mind

Swans was hard, because there were a few songs that meant a lot to me. But ultimately there wasn't one more visceral or frankly more evil sounding than New Mind. Love the themes, love the singing style, love the backing yells, love the industrial outro, love the faint organ, love everything about that damn song.

The list kept getting longer, and for each song I was writing a paragraph to explain my choice lol. After the first like 15 I decided to stop doing that for the sake of your eyes and for risk of sounding redundant. But a major thing I love about some of these songs are how inspirational they are. Twin Sized Mattress, Denton Metal Band, Story of an Artist, they all paint a picture of the type of person I want to be. The type of art I will always support. The thing I hope to one day inspire in other people.

When you punish a person for dreaming their dream don't expect them to thank or forgive you. The best ever death metal band out of Denton, will in time both outpace and outlive you.

Those words could honestly save someone's life, it's crazy.

24. A Perfect Circle - Three Libras 25. Deftones - Rosemary 26. Frank Ocean - Ivy 27. November Suite - The Tower 28. Daniel Johnston - Story of an Artist 29. Sloppy Jane - Jesus and Your Living Room Floor 30. Big Thief - Not 31. Tyler the Creator - Boredom 32. Duster - The Landing 33. The Velvet Underground - Sunday Morning 34. The Voidz - Human Sadness 35 - 108. System of a Down - (every song) 109. Death Grips - Beware

Okay, threw these and now dozens more names are crowding my brain, and this incredibly pretentious post must come to an end. Long story short, I only have one song left to share, but each of these song has a very personal connection to me. Certain ones (like that tool song) actually changed the way I look at the world and helped me through dark periods of my life.

Many of them inspire me, some of them are just beautiful in a broken and real sorta way, and all of them feel human. The art represents something bigger than itself and the ambition knows no bounds. These songs changed my world for the better, and if you read this you are now obligated to listen to all of them.

I could ramble about music till the end of time:)

finally 110. 100 Gecs - Money Machine

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"You know, because of colour theory" totally sounds like something Willie would say

Throwing a housewarming party for the house they bought was something that Alex had always felt would feel very Adult. Like, they had a dining room table now. This was less 'paying your friends in pizza and beer for helping you move' (though they'd done that too) and more 'inviting your friends over a few weeks later to look at how adult you were with your unpacked house and freshly painted walls'.

The dining room table was set. There were even fresh flowers on the table, because they owned a vase now. Sure, the dinnerware was still all mismatched but it was on purpose, because Alex couldn't make up his mind on what he liked and Reggie liked thrifting and Willie enjoyed the chaos of it all. It was an aesthetic choice.

They'd gotten a grill, and Ray was on the patio showing Willie and Reggie how to use it. Alex was happy to let them, since Willie loved playing with fire and Reggie loved spending time with Ray. He preferred to be in the kitchen, checking on the garlic bread, making people drinks before getting overwhelmed and Julie reassuring him 'we know where the fridge is, don't worry about it'.

He didn't feel like a real adult. Not even with the cute little house and his two handsome boyfriends - partners, all of them on the title, which was a huge step, almost as big as marriage - and his dining room table and their beautiful homemade mailbox with all their names on it.

He wondered if he ever would, looking out from the kitchen to watch their friends mingling, Carrie and her Candis taking in the gallery wall, Luke impressed with the charcuterie board Alex had made in an attempt to make it feel like a real adult party, Julie and Flynn impressed by the bookshelves they'd put up.

Two arms snaked around his waist, and Reggie pressed a kiss to his neck. "You okay, babe?" Alex relaxed into him.

"Yeah," he said. "Just thinking about how I still don't feel like a real adult."

Reggie laughed. "That's why we have Ray. Or if we really fuck up, Julie's aunt. You know, adultier adults."

And yeah, all three of the had been pretty much adopted into the Molina family, given their own families of origin were either gone or awful. They were their own family now. Maybe that was the real meaning of adulthood.

"Stop worrying and go enjoy the party, I'll finish setting the table and stuff," Reggie said, ushering him out of the kitchen.

"Don't forget the garlic bread," Alex warned him, and went to move to join people in the living room.

Except as soon as he turned around, he heard a squelch, and a gasp, and Reggie saying 'oh no'.

He whirled around to see their kitchen, their freshly painted, freshly cleaned, perfect kitchen, covered floor to ceiling in ketchup.

"What..." he managed, as Reggie stared at him with wide eyes. The glass bottle of ketchup - because glass looked more adult than the squeezy bottles, Alex remembers thinking in the supermarket - was still in his hand. "How?"

"I was gonna give it a good shake before putting it on the table!" Reggie said helplessly.

Oh no.

"I'd already loosened all the lids," Alex said. This was all his fault. He hadn't warned Reggie. And now their kitchen was ruined.

"I'm so sorry, Alex, don't be mad," Reggie started, and Alex wasn't mad at anyone but himself. Thankfully Reggie was mostly ketchup free, so Alex grabbed some paper towels to wipe his hands and pull him into a hug. Reggie freaking out would only make him freak out. Reggie buried his face in Alex' shoulder for a moment, before collecting himself.

"Oh man, it looks like a children's hospital in here," Willie said, coming in with a plate of burgers. At Alex' confused stare, he elaborated: "You know, because of colour theory?"

That did not clear anything up, but Reggie giggled.

"I don't want to know," Alex decided. "Go serve people while I clean up this mess."

In the end, they did not need an 'adultier adult', because one of the Candis knew how to get ketchup stains off of freshly painted walls. She helped him get the worst off, and saved the garlic bread from the oven, and they joined the dinner.

And finally Alex felt a little more like an adult than he had. They'd had their first minor disaster in the house and none of them had freaked out or needed to call in a Real Adult. He was taking it as a win.

#julie and the phantoms #fanfic #reggiexalexxwillie #I wrote a thing #this actually happened to my parents once #I'm pretty sure they gave up and just painted the wall red #according to google baking soda would help get ketchup off of walls though #you never feel like a real adult alex sorry about that

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roses-r-rosie3 · 1 year

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Dahlia

Ethan Landry x M!Reader

Warnings: Angst and swearing

(Reader is Anika’s brother)

Summary: This is basically a mix of the fan made script of scream 6 and the final script of scream 6. And for those of you who don’t know the fan made scream 6 script, it was supposed to be Anika and Quinn, Anika being Amber’s sister, and Quinn being Richie’s brother

Quote: “Oh you dumb thing, it was all just an act!”

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Sam, Mindy, and Tara look in horror as not one, not two, not three, but four ghostface’s aligned themselves side by side. Ethan was the first to unmask himself as one out of the four ghostface.

“Mindy was right, it was easy to juke the roommate lottery, I mean all I had to do to meet you was to room with a conceded condescending alpha, literally named Chad, fuck it felt good to kill him!” Ethan said.

“This was your grandmother’s Sam, Nancy Loomis, really runs in the fucking family doesn’t it?” Ethan said.

“Speaking of Family, my name isn’t Ethan Landry!” Ethan said enthusiastically.

“It’s Ethan Kirsh!” Ethan said.

“Kirsh?! As in Richie Kirsh’s Brother?!” Sam Said.

“Yep, and speaking of Kirsh, I’m not the only Kirsh in on this!” Ethan said as the second of the four ghostface revealed themselves as Quinn.

“Hey roomies, you didn’t see that one coming did you?” Said Quinn.

“Yeah because you died!” Tara said.

“Kinda didn’t, though it was a good way to get off the suspect list, stab Gale weathers, stab Mindy on the train” Quinn said.

“Who are you then?” Sam said as she looked at the second to last ghostface who have yet to unmask themselves.

“I know” Mindy grumbled.

“Who?” Sam said.

“Never trust the love interest” Mindy said.

The third ghostface revealed themselves to be Anika

“Surprise! Didn’t see that one coming did ya!” Anika smiled.

“But… we loved each other” Mindy said.

“Oh you dumb thing, it was all just an act!” Anika laughed.

“You’re Just Like Richie, nothing but a shitty partner” Sam said.

“Except I do it better” Anika said

“If it’s you three that just leaves, Danny?” Sam said.

The fourth ghostface unmasks themselves to be you.

“Y/n? But weren’t you supposed to be outside with Danny!” Said Sam

“Let’s just say, Danny was the first person to find out about my little secret” you smirked.

“Why are you and Anika even in on this! You two look nothing like Richie” Tara said.

“We never said we were Richie’s siblings, we’re Amber’s siblings” Anika said.

“How did you guys even find each other!” Mindy yelled.

“Well me and Ethan have already been dating not too long after Richie and Amber started dating” you said.

“And after we Found out that you killed both Amber and Richie, we all knew that you had to be taken care of!” Quinn yelled.

As they started to explain their motives Kirby got up and shot you n the shoulder. And all hell broke loose after that. Tara took the chance to hit Quinn in the face with the brick in her hand while Ethan tackled Kirby and stabbed her with the knife that Charlie walker used to stab her and Anika was fighting with Sam.

You saw Anika get thrown across one of the display cases by Sam. After that you saw Sam hit Ethan in the head with a brick and repeatedly stabbed him. You then heard Tara calling for Sam to go up the ladder and to cross the balcony.

You helped the rest of the group up as he came up with a plan. You and Anika would go up to the balcony area while Quinn and Ethan were going to help shoot one of the Carpenter sisters off of the balcony.

As you and Anika made your way up the staircase you both heard a gunshot and once they got up they saw Tara dangling from the balcony as Sam tried to hold on. The plan worked, or so you had thought. As you and Anika slowly approached Sam, you both paused as Sam let Tara go and held a gun up to them.

As Tara dropped you saw Ethan stab her, but Tara shoved the knife down his mouth as you looked in horror. After Tara pulled the knife out of his mouth you looked at Sam in fury.

“Looks like you lost your little boyfriend” Sam said as she smiled at you.

You ran at Sam with the knife but your life ended right then and there as Sam put a bullet through your head.

A/n: The ending was a little rushed but I really wanted to make this story bc the Ethan Landry x Male Reader Community has really been dry lately

#male x male #mlm #malexmale #male reader #scream 6 #male reader x scream #scream x male reader #mxm #ethan landry #ethan landry x male reader #anika kayoko #scream #angst #Spotify

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ao719 · 2 years

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The Pact (Part 1)

This is a submission for @choicesflashfics, using prompt #3: “Bold of you to assume I would say yes to something like that.”

A/N: I saw this thing on insta the other day, which sparked this entire dumb idea that wouldn’t leave, and here we are, lol. Thank you to @burnsoslow for prereading (and chopping)! Please excuse any errors.

Pairing: Liam x OC

Warnings: None but some mild language and innuendos.

Word Count: 2498

Sitting at the bar, Liam casually nursed a scotch with his eyes locked on the petite brunette, who was shamelessly flirting with a handsome stranger beside her. He had seen the man approach her a while ago, asking to buy her a drink, to which she obliged.

He’d now bought her three.

Liam scoffed as he watched the two of them. He already knew exactly how her night was going to end if this continued.

He could tell by the way she threw her head back in a laugh at something the man said.

How her cheeks flushed when he whispered something in her ear.

How she looked up at him through her lashes, giving him a look that Liam had come to know all too well, smiling as her lips wrapped around her cocktail straw.

This woman had become the bane of Liam’s very existence.

•Six Months Earlier•

Liam, Drake, Maxwell, and Rashad took a guys’ trip to the royal family’s private island for Liam’s 21st birthday. They’d been there plenty of times before but had never ventured off to scope out the surrounding islands.

They took a boat to one of the mainlands their first night there, and ambled into a bar.

“This looks like a good spot,” Drake said as they headed to get some drinks.

Signaling for the bartender, they ordered a round of beers. As they waited, the sound of laughter pulled their attention, and they glanced over to see four women; they all turned their attention to them immediately.

“Damn,” Rashad chuckled.

“I think I love this island,” Drake said, eyeing a butterscotch blonde amongst the group.

Maxwell grabbed his beer. “Let’s go say hi.”

Three of the women introduced themselves: Lea, Maia, and Korinna. Liam’s eyes fell on the nameless petite brunette in a strappy black dress. She wore a brilliant smile, and when their friends got to her, he could hear the gentle lilt in her voice when she said her name. Aria. Liam felt an instant attraction to her … she was beautiful.

Then she opened her mouth.

When Drake took it upon himself to try and introduce Liam, who was too preoccupied staring at her to do it himself, that brilliant smile she wore fell. “I know who he is,” Aria bit out.

“Oh, well, shit,” Rashad laughed in surprise, hearing the disdain in her voice.

“Well, you must not because you certainly wouldn’t have that reaction if you did,” Liam quipped with a good-natured grin.

Aria rolled her eyes, turning away from him.

*******

It was the guys’ second to last night before heading back to Cordonia. They had spent the entire trip so far with that group of women they met at the bar the first night because everyone had hit it off so well.

Everyone except Liam and Aria.

Liam didn’t know why, but Aria couldn’t seem to stand him. At first, he thought it might be because he learned that her aunt and uncle were the couple in charge of managing the royal family’s private villa, but he and his family had always had a good relationship with Javier and Mariana. He was at a loss.

When she wasn’t ignoring him entirely, Aria was hurling snarky remarks in Liam’s direction, rolling her eyes, and huffing with annoyance at his mere presence. She was starting to piss him off.

The group sat around a bonfire on the beach outside of the villa on the private island. Lea was perched on Drake’s lap, locked in a heated kiss. Rashad and Maia stood from their seats and ran down toward the water, disappearing into the shadows. Maxwell and Korinna stared at their phones, laughing over photos they had taken together earlier.

Liam and Aria sat across from one another, glaring at each other through the flickering flames of fire.

Aria stood from her seat. “I’m going to get a refill. Anyone need anything?”

Drake and Lea waved her off while Maxwell and Korinna shook their heads no. “I’ll take another beer,” Liam said.

“No one? Ok.” Aria walked away from the fire toward the villa.

Liam tensed his jaw before rising from his chair, following her up the walkway. When she stepped through the open terrace door, he trailed in behind her a moment later. “Ok, seriously, what the hell is your problem?”

Aria whirled around, narrowing her gaze. “What?”

“You don’t even know me and you’ve treated me like shit with your snarky comments and attitude!” Without answering, Aria rolled her eyes and turned away from him. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Because I don’t like you!” Aria said as she turned to him.

“Again, you don’t even know me!”

“It’s not just you! It’s your whole family!”

Liam’s eyes widened. “My fam — what?”

Aria went into a rant, explaining how Liam’s grandfather took the private island they were now on from the people of Arsaros, forcing them to abandon their homes. Those people included her grandparents and her father when he was a young boy.

“That has nothing to do with me,” Liam said when she finished as he stepped in front of her. “You can’t hate me for that.”

“Yes, I can,” Aria stated matter of factly.

“Well, it’s stupid and childish.”

“No, it’s not.”

Liam narrowed his eyes as he leaned closer to her. “Yes, it is.”

Neither was sure who moved first, but in the next moment, his lips were on hers.

Aria’s hand curled around his neck as he backed her against the wall, kissing her roughly. When she raised her leg, Liam instinctively reached down, lifting her and pinning her body with his, drawing a moan from her. He turned a moment later, not breaking the kiss, and carried her toward his bedroom.

****

Twenty minutes later, Liam and Aria stared up at the ceiling, both trying to catch their breath, both wondering what the hell just happened. Liam had no regrets, however. It was good. Really good. And he finally shut her up.

Not for long.

Aria stood from his bed and gathered her clothes, quickly slipping them back on. “Rushing out so soon?” Liam quipped. “Afraid your friends might wonder where you are and what you just did?”

“Shut up.” Liam lifted his head with a laugh as Aria pulled her shirt on; she looked at him as she slid her flip-flops back on. “I still hate you.” With that, she turned and exited his room, and Liam flopped back on his bed with a sigh.

They hooked up again the next night.

Things had definitely changed in the six months since that trip. The eight of them, whether in Delphios or Cordonia, were always together.

Drake and Lea had officially become a couple. Rashad and Maia were somewhere in between a fling and a thing. And Maxwell and Korinna had become the best of friends who sometimes had benefits.

As for Liam and Aria … they were dragged — not against their will as they liked to play off — along. Whenever around one another, they were constantly bickering, slinging mild yet innocent offenses quietly in one another’s direction. She was witty, snarky, and took shots at him and his ego any chance that she got. She didn’t put up with his bullshit, but he didn’t put up with hers either. He was sure to dish everything she gave him right back out and held no qualms about doing so.

And they’d hooked up several more times since that first night, typically after a round of bickering that somehow led to them finally shutting each other up in other ways.

There was something about Aria that Liam couldn’t quite explain; something about the little game they were playing that drew him in. Perhaps it was the chase — or being the one who was chased, depending on the role they were in each visit; there was a constant push and pull from both of them. Maybe it was the way she could have him simultaneously irritated and turned on all in one beat. Or maybe it was the way she saw him as just Liam, not giving enough of a damn about his title to stop her from locking horns with him at every turn. He couldn’t figure it out.

Nonetheless, whether good or bad, Aria Kastellanos drove Liam fucking crazy.

Liam continued to watch Aria flirt with the man. They’d had a few casual hookups and spent more time bickering than anything else. So he knew he had no rhyme, reason, or right to feel any kind of way about watching her with someone else … but he did.

Suddenly, Aria turned her head in his direction. He couldn’t tell if she was glaring or staring, but either way, she knew he was watching. And then she smirked before looking back at the stranger beside her, gently touching his arm.

That little shit is doing it on purpose. Liam subtly nodded; it seemed to be just another one of their games. Two can play.

****

Aria stared up at the tall, attractive man beside her as she sipped her drink. Jason was a forensic accountant and had spent the last hour telling her, in every last agonizing detail, all the very specifics of his job. On any other night, she would have sent him on his way already. But she was well aware that a certain prince had been watching her like a hawk since Jason first approached her and asked to buy her a drink. So she was playing it off as though she may be interested … because why not?

Getting a rise out of Liam had become Aria’s favorite pastime, just as getting under her skin had become his. She wasn’t his biggest fan when they first met six months ago.

As much as it pained her to say … that was no longer the case.

There was something about Liam that she couldn’t explain. He was infuriating yet … sexy. She wanted to strangle and kiss him at the same time; he would never know the latter. And she wasn’t supposed to feel anything for him. He was a Rys after all, a member of a family she had grown up despising from the stories she had been told.

The truth was, he wasn’t half bad. He was nothing like she imagined he would be and neither was his family, who she had met a couple of times.

Again, he would never know that.

Aria slid her eyes from the man over to Liam, then turned her whole head. Instead of seeing him watching her, his attention was now on a busty blonde. He was leaning up against the table top, flashing that charming smile of his as the woman giggled.

And Aria felt her blood slowly start to simmer.

No, she had no right — or reason — to feel any kind of way. She couldn’t stand Liam, so this shouldn’t bother her at all because it meant he was leaving her alone … but it did.

Aria turned her attention back to her drink. What a pig.

****

After spending the remainder of the night slinging scowls in one another’s direction, Liam and Aria both sent the other people they were talking to on their way, alone, when their friends were ready to call it a night.

They stepped out of the bar first, both tipsy, waiting for the others. Both their arms were crossed over their chests with an ample amount of space between them. Liam’s eyes shifted to her, and he scoffed. “You seemed to enjoy yourself tonight.”

Aria snapped her gaze to him. “I did. What’s it to you?”

“It’s nothing to me,” Liam bit back.

“I see you decided not to take your new friend home,” Aria said.

With a slight smirk, Liam looked away from her; he could hear the tiny hint of sarcasm in her tone. “Was someone jealous?”

“Please,” Aria scoffed. “Why the hell would I be jealous?”

“Good question. Maybe because you wanted me to take you home instead.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Aria spat.

Liam rolled his eyes, ticking his jaw. “You’re the one who was flirting with someone else first,” he grumbled under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

Their friends stumbled out of the bar, calling for them as they turned and headed down the sidewalk to make their way back to the marina. The guys stayed at the Grande Peliene Hotel during their visits; they could stay on the private island, but Aria wasn’t a fan of boats. She insisted that staying at the hotel was unnecessary, but her friends — and unbeknownst to her, Liam, once he heard why she didn’t like them — figured it was easier on her than having to travel to the island.

As the two fell behind the others, Liam glanced down at her. “You’re never going to settle down with someone.”

Aria looked up at him, matching his scowl. “Where the hell did that come from? And like you have any room to throw out a statement like that.”

Liam began ticking off a list. “You’re afraid of commitment. You expect way too much. Your standards are much too high—”

“Well, obviously not that high,” Aria quipped, gesturing toward him in reference to their hookups.

“It’s cute of you to try and act like I’m not the best you’ve ever had,” Liam smirked.

“You’re such an arrogant ass,” Aria narrowed her eyes. “Again, don’t flatter yourself. And me settling down is none of your damn business.”

“We could always make a playful wager. I’d find someone to settle down with before you did.”

Aria’s jaw ticked. “Bold of you to assume I would say yes to something like that. I’m only 21. I don’t have to settle down.”

“You wouldn’t say yes because you’d lose,” Liam smirked. “I don’t have a choice of whether or not to eventually settle down. I have to have a Social Season when I’m 25 … where I choose someone to settle down with.”

Aria looked up at him, masking her surprise with a look of indifference. “Oh, so you were trying to cheat,” she chided. “Sounds about right. And if that’s the case, shouldn’t you be looking for a pompous princess with a stick up her ass to stroke your ego instead of scoping out women in a bar? Because I promise you’re not gonna find Cinderella in there, princey.”

Liam turned, walking backward in front of her with a drunken grin. “Instead of a wager, we could make it even more interesting …” Aria furrowed her brows in question. “Let’s say … if at 25, if we’re both single … I’ll skip my season and you and I will get married. Settle down with each other.”

A bark of laughter exploded out of Aria. “That’s the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.” She stared up at Liam, who was smirking with his brow arched in a challenge and his hand extended, not once taking his eyes off of her. She gripped his hand and shook it. “Deal.”

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This is an au to my Hopeless Hearts series.

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Quick question, how do you do the family trees? as in, what program do you use? because that looks like a simple art program. You're so powerful, I'm scared of you even. Also, I've noticed some level of consanguinity but not sure how much, how far apart do these dudes need to be in order for you to consider their reproduction not nasty? What do you personally think of third cousins once removed having children? this fandom makes me write the weirdest of shits...

It's all just Clip Studio and elbow grease. No preset tree-maker tool program can track so many cats and separate lines the way I need it to. I use Family Echo for personal OC projects, but it weeps in the face of so many separate ancestral lines as seen in Clan cats.

It's been a while since I went over my Three Strict Rules so here's a refresher for everyone! If you want to see the big post explaining it all in depth, Go Here

Starting with the most important rule;

RULE 1: THREE GENERATION SEPARATION

No cats are eligible to be mates if they share a simple grandparent. No first cousin pairings, ever.

This rule applies to an extra generation, to the great-grandparent, IF the great-grandparent is still alive, or if there are two or more grandparents alive to remember this fact. This rule is called Onestar's Exception.

It was named after Onestar's SE, where he makes the connection that his sister -> Crowfeather -> Breezepelt, and thinks it's just dandy that his daughter became mates with her First Cousin Once Removed (FCOR). It made me so uncomfortable I made the rule immediately.

This is the chart I use to check;

[ID: A family tree chart]

First Cousin is banned entirely. FCOR and Second Cousins is the Onestar's Exception that invokes an investigation on my end.

So third cousins are allowed. I simply do not have the Clan population density to be choosier. I would need to bloat the Clans with a bunch of unknown side characters, destroy the concept of exploring in-Clan romance, or not think about ancestry in the Cat Ancestry story (the way that canon just conjures up cats outside of ThunderClan).

I'll demonstrate why mathematically; Ancestry is exponential. 2 parents, 4 grandparents, 8 G-grandparents, by the GG-grandparent generation you need 16 ancestors. More than the population of ThunderClan in TPB.

RULE 2: TWO-KIT MAX

I can demonstrate this problem with my ThunderClan Family Tree diagnosis, but I have to ask you to just trust my authority here for this summary.

The biggest problem in the canon ThunderClan family tree is that THREE of Frostfur's children went on to have kits of their own, and then they gave Frosty 7 grandchildren who had kids of their own (soon to be 8 if Shellfur and Fernstripe get busy.)

By adding the simple fix that only 2 from one parent can have reproductive kits of their own, the exponential problem is massively shaved down. It encourages you to choose carefully and go down the line, adding generations vertically instead of building them out horizontally.

The exception to this rule is that kits can get "exported." If they go to another Clan to have children, then they don't count towards their parent's max.

For a BB!Example, Mousewhisker is moving to RiverClan in ASC and Hazeltail was saved from the chopping block, so there's a possible scenario where Berry, Hazel, AND Mouse all have kits. (Kept possible by the fact that Toadstep's kittens with Lionblaze, Snaptooth and Flywhisker, are no longer part of the Clan.)

RULE 3: SINGLE-PARENT LITTERS

After the drowning of Mapleshade's kittens, the Queen's Rights were introduced to the Clans. All parents have the right to keep the other parent of their litters unrevealed.

This is in effect after the start of the Crusade Era, and it is an in-universe law, unlike the Two-Kit Max or even the Three Gen Sep. So, there are times in history (TigerClan, Oakstar's ThunderClan) where I need to be careful about using it.

But, that said, this is my most useful tool here. It allows me to create extra generations without having to work with TWO parents. However, it never matters if the kittens are adopted or surrogated, unless it is an honor-siring situation where the other cat is acknowledged publicly.

I NEVER get free "orphan warriors" past the Crusade Era. EVERYONE needs 1 parent (or joined as an outsider), and I do not track biological genetic makeup in these trees. Frostfur is, secretly, the daughter of Featherwhisker and a kittypet... but that will not be reflected on the tree, because ThunderClan acknowledges her as the daughter of Weedwhisker and Stonepelt.

Make sense?

The trees I'm creating are social. Not genetic. I don't calculate blood quotients.

And that's that! Them's the rules! You can compare the diagnosis to my ThunderClan WIP to see these in action.

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