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ellecdc · 11 days

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Hiii :) I saw your requests tips and saw that you didn't write for dub/non con and I don't know if this count as one so just feel free to not respond!

So reader is in a relationship with the Marauders and is starting to randomly think about a past SA and realise this was SA only now bc her brain has been blocking the memory and information. She tells the boys (and maybe Barty idk) about it after sometime of overthinking it and self blaming so it's just like super fluff at the end <3

(it's my personal experience but if you don't feel comfortable writing about it just feel free to ignore it :). Sorry for the bad orthograph english isn't my first language 🫶🏻)

first of all - your English is fucking fantastic (and you know more words than I do - I had to look up what an orthograph was) secondly, I turned this into more of a conversation between reader and her ship. and for plot purposes this became poly!wolfstar - hope that's okay!

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who opens up about past SA

CW: discusses themes of sexual consent, inebriation, and SA. Describes past SA and abusive relationships. Describes drunkeness, alcohol, and drinking. viewer discretion is advised.

You could tell it was taking Sirius a lot of effort to appear to be too fussed over Lily, James, and Regulus at the end of the party, but he pretended to gag every time anything even remotely romantic or sexual was brought up about his brother.

“What do you think happens when they go home, Pads?” Remus muttered quietly, causing Sirius to slap his hands against his ears.

“Would you shut up, Moons? I am not interested in hearing about my brother’s sexual habits, thank you.”

Unfortunately for Sirius, Lily didn’t get the memo.

“Are we le-leaving!?” She shrieked through a hiccup as James held most of her weight up against his side and Regulus gathered her purse and shoes she’d since lost.

“Yes sweets; we’re gonna get you to bed.” James said quietly.

A salacious smirk took over Lily’s face as she tried (and failed) to grab James by the chin. “To bed, hm?”

Regulus snorted, though no one missed the blush that dusted his cheeks. “To sleep, Lils.”

Lily groaned dramatically and seemed to go ‘no bones’ in James' grip as he grunted and tried to keep her from hitting the ground. “Why not.”

“Because you smell like you bathed in a bottle of schnapps, sweetheart.” James placated.

“So?” Lily grumbled though acquiesced to helping James keep her up right. “We can even do that thing you like.” She tried to sing sensually, but her efforts were in vain as every other word came out slurred.

Sirius grumbled causing James to blush.

“Not tonight, angel. We’ll cuddle, okay?”

Lily scoffed and turned her sights onto Regulus. “You agree with me, right? Right Reggie? You agree- you agree with me?”

“Almost always.” Regulus agreed quickly, offering Lily his arm as to share her weight with James. “Just not tonight, my love.”

“You guys are no fun.” Lily whined as she allowed her two boyfriends to usher her out of Remus and Sirius’ shared flat.

Unfortunately for Sirius, no one missed Regulus leaning into Lily’s hair and promising that “they’d have lots of fun tomorrow to make up for it.”

“I hate them all.” Sirius grumbled with no real malice as he stood and made his way over to you before offering you both of his hands. “What do you say, dollface? Ready for bed too?”

Remus answered ‘yes’ as you accepted Sirius’ help up which sparked a debate between the two of them whether or not Remus could be considered ‘dollface’ to which you secretly agreed that yes he could but ultimately refused to participate in such nonsense.

You got ready for bed in a haze as you replayed Regulus, James, and Lily’s conversation in your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you were so stuck on, but something about the exchange caused something deep within your gut to churn unpleasantly.

“You feeling alright, dovey?” Remus asked gently, pressing a kiss to your hairline as you reentered their bedroom after washing your face, carrying your toiletries with you so as not to hog the bathroom.

Sirius (and Remus) had been begging you to spend your nights here with them nearly since the very beginning of your relationship, but you argued that you did not want to pay rent for a flat you never saw.

He then started nagging you to give up the lease on your flat and just “sodding move in with them already”, but it still felt a little too fresh for that.

So, you spent most nights (but not all) at their flat; living out of duffle bags and toiletry bags.

You hummed in confirmation to Remus’ question, moving towards the mirror above Sirius’ dresser to finish your skincare routine as Remus took his turn with the washroom.

“You sure, sweetness? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight; did you have fun?” Sirius continued as he went digging through what you knew to be Remus’ drawers searching for Sirius’ favourite shirt which was really Remus’ shirt but no one bothered to argue with the black-haired boy…anymore.

“I had fun.” You agreed, massaging product into your face.

“Uh huh.” Sirius commented, not sounding at all convinced as he came up behind you and hooked his chin over your shoulder; watching as you completed your nightly routine through the mirror. “You had so much fun and that’s why you look like Moony when he can’t figure out one of those crosswords in the Daily Prophet?”

You chuckled softly, but something in your lack of enthusiasm (or your lack of disdain) for his joke seemed to tip him off.

“What’s going on in here, hm?” He asked as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I just…” You started, sighing as you made yourself busy by tidying up your belongings and refusing to make eye contact with him. “I’ve just been thinking about Reg, James, and Lily’s conversation.”

That caused a dramatic groan to rip through Sirius’ chest as he leaned his forehead against your shoulder.

“What now?” Remus asked jokingly as he returned from the washroom.

“She’s thinking about Regulus, James, and Lily in bed.” Sirius accused; voice muffled in the fabric of your sleepwear.

You scoffed defensively, claiming you were “absolutely not” at the same time Remus commented “aren’t we all” which started a very loud bickering match between your two boyfriends.

The arguing only ceased when Remus “swore on his mother’s life” that Sirius was “by far the superior Black brother.”

Placated, Sirius turned his sights back to you as you sat on the edge of the bed. “So, what were you really thinking about their conversation?”

Remus, having walked in with only enough time to rile Sirius up, popped his head up at that. “Everything alright, dove?”

You sighed as you turned to face them. “I was just confused, I guess.” You admitted. “I think…Lily was hoping to have sex tonight?”

Sirius groaned again which earned him a swat from Remus who seemed to pick up on some of the tension radiating through your body.

“Yes…I’d agree.” Remus responded carefully.

“And Reg and James said no?”

Sirius’ head tilted at that as he considered you with furrowed brows. “Well, of course, doll. She was drunk.” He said simply, as if that explained it all.

“So…they wouldn’t have sex with her because she was drunk?” You clarified.

The boys shared a glance with one another before they each took a seat on the bed, prompting you to turn your body so you were all facing each other.

“So, all parties have to be able to consent, right?” Remus started.

You nodded quickly at that.

“But when one party is inebriated or under the influence, they can’t consent.” Sirius continued.

You felt your eyebrows twitch as you looked down at the pattern on your bed spread. “Even though she was asking?”

“She wasn’t in her right mind, dove.” Remus explained gently; eyes full of compassion and, perhaps, some sadness. “She may have woken up tomorrow and not remembered anything, or perhaps worse, regretted something. It’s Regulus and James’ jobs to keep her safe, just like I’m sure she keeps them safe when the roles are reversed.”

And now you could understand why their conversation seemed to catch you so off guard.

“You’re so pretty like this; drunk and all mine.”

“Have a few more; we always have more fun when you let loose.”

“But…I’m really tired.” “All you’ve got to do is lay there - I’ll do all the work.”

“You don’t remember last night? That’s too bad; I won’t be forgetting that any time soon.”

“You’re such a good little whore for me when you’ve had a few too many.”

You hadn’t realised you had zoned out of the conversation until Sirius was leaning into your field of vision. “You okay, sweets?”

“Yeah.” You said breathlessly before clearing your throat. “No, sorry. I’m fine.”

“Why were you asking?” Remus queried; tone hardening slightly, alerting you to the fact that he smelled trouble.

“I was just wondering.” You fibbed.

“You know we would do the same, right?” Sirius asked earnestly. “That we have done the same for you.”

“You have?”

“Yes, my love.” Remus whispered. “Always.”

You nodded and looked back down at the bedspread. “Okay.”

“Y/N.” Sirius called with a certain level of severity; though you detected no anger or frustration in his tone. “Why were you asking?” He repeated Remus’ earlier question after your gaze met his imploring silver eyes.

You quickly looked down at your hands as you began picking at the hangnails around your fingers. “I was just confused; that has not always been my experience.” You admitted quietly; shame coursing through your body as you digested this new information.

The room was quiet for a moment as Remus shuffled scrupulously closer to you. “No?” He whispered; voice intoned with a level of gentleness you weren’t accustomed to hearing.

You began to feel all sorts of discomfort at the heavy attention being focused on you in the room. “It was usually quite the opposite.” You joked; voice rising to a higher octave in an attempt to make light of the situation as you pulled back the covers and made to retreat to the relative safety of the boys’ bed.

“Whoa, whoa. What does that mean?” Sirius implored, earning him a gentle warning “Pads” from Remus.

“I’m sorry.” You placated, still uncomfortable with this heavy atmosphere you seem to have blanketed over what had been a really nice evening. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, I-” Sirius began, cutting himself off and taking a breath you could tell was an attempt to calm himself down. He shuffled closer to you and wrapped his hand around one of your ankles through the blanket as he rubbed soothing circles against it. “You can always talk about anything with us; it’s important that we talk about these things, yeah?”

“Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” Remus mollified. “But I do agree with Sirius; if you’re comfortable, I think it’s good for us to talk about these things.”

“It was just my last relationship.” You admitted finally. “He didn’t…agree - with the consent thing, that is.”

Remus’ lips pursed as Sirius’ jaw tightened.

“He’d sleep with you when you were drunk?” Remus asked cautiously.

“Yeah.” You agreed half-heartedly, picking at your nail beds. “Or encourage me to drink more so…”

Remus let out a sigh and you could tell Sirius was fighting back the urge to grumble.

“I’m sorry,” You offered again. “I really didn’t mean to bring all this up, I just-”

“I really, really don’t want you to apologise anymore.” Sirius nearly begged.

“I don’t understand how someone could do that.” Remus mused aloud. “To anyone; and someone they claimed to love?”

You mistook Remus’ rhetorical question for an actual need for clarification. “He said I was more fun; that I’d try things I wouldn’t normally.”

Sirius did finally let out an angry huff and his fingers stilled on your ankle. “Who?”

“You don’t know him.” You countered quickly, bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them as you rested your chin on your knees.

“Lucky him.” Sirius muttered darkly as Remus shifted closer to you.

“I’m sorry dove.” He offered quietly; holding out his hand to you in a silent invitation. You accepted it, and as you gave him your hand, he gently encouraged you over to him until you were cradled in his arms.

“I didn’t tell you to be sorry.” You murmured quietly as Remus began pressing kisses to the raw and reddened skin around your fingers you hadn’t realised you had nearly shredded in your tension.

“I know you didn’t.” He whispered. “I’m still sorry, anyhow.”

“I think it’s nice… that the boys were looking after Lily.”

Remus hummed in agreement though he still looked particularly disturbed.

“That’s their job.” Sirius supplied, causing you and Remus to turn your heads towards your boyfriend whose eyes were red and shining with unshed tears.

“Sirius.” You murmured miserably.

“Just like it’s our job to look after you.” He continued as if you hadn’t said anything at all.

“And you do.” You agreed.

Sirius huffed and wiped at his face. “I hate to think of you being hurt or…or taken advantage of when I wasn’t there to help you.”

Remus made a pitiful sound at that.

“You didn’t even know me then, Siri.” You offered, half teasing and half placating.

“She’s alright, Sirius.” Remus comforted. “She’s got us. You’ll be okay now, yeah?”

And you thought of your boys now; you thought of Sirius near tears thinking of someone taking advantage of you during a time you hadn’t even known him, you thought of Remus currently cradling you like you were a precious thing he feared losing if he didn’t hold you with the utmost care, and you thought of their friends - the kind of people who they surrounded themselves with and had the same morals as they did.

Yeah…you think you might just be okay now.

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partywithoutsmiling · 24 days

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Another AU that has been knocking around my mind for a while XD I call it Moonlit AU

It can be summed as such: Pop Trolls are pretty wild bunch when it comes to looks, varying in colours, flocking/fur patterns, glitter, freckles, hair, you name it

It got me thinking, what sort of thing would they find attractive in prospective partner? While singing/harmonizing could be a part of it (and ngl, that did made me think of the Happy Feet movies, as silly as those were), my mind turned towards more physical attributes

Thus, this AU was born- where one of the reasons why Pop trolls like to be most active at night (to party) is that a Moon's Light also allows them to appreciate fur/flocking patterns otherwise hidden, where the complexity and style varies from troll to troll, as is thought to show one's inner self

Contrary to what one would expect from the Princess (and future Queen) of Pop, Poppy's patterns are rather simple- but striking nonetheless, firm and bold stripes, like taking a wide brush to a canvas- straightforward but chaotic in their hardly orderly fashion Poppy struts her patterns; they are unique and dominant among the general showing of swirls, polka dots and flower like spottings She is aware her stripes are not considered the most attractive of features- too similar to that of a predatory critter, too sharp for who is supposed to be cheerful queen of equally cheerful people- but she is a romantic at heart and believes that when it will be time to choose a consort, those physical features are surface-level importance at best, and this is the mentality she has going forward, looking at the glowing marks of her friends and considering them equally beautiful no matter what.

Until she manages to spot Branch one night outside under the full moon light that is.

Branch's pattern, in high contrast to Poppy, is far more complex. Symetrical but delicate in its filigree, and far more detailed than anything the Princess has ever seen before. Usually, Branch ventures out only on moonless nights, as he feels the glow of his marks are too visible, too dangerous to just show out and about, for every dangerous predator to see- and it is purely bad luck when bad weather caughts him outside longer than he would have liked, and Poppy manages to catch the sight of him while he is completely unaware he had been seen.

All her conviction flies right out of the window, as she looks at his delicate patterning and her mind just goes blank and - Oh

Usually she would have called out to him, ask him to come to a party- but she feels mesmerized, hypnotized by the elegance of the filigree, and her mind longs for a way to memorate it forever- with a photo, or a painting- and she stares at the entrance of his bunker long after he vanished inside, completely stupefied and wrong footed.

Before, Poppy hardly ever gave Branch a thought, when it came to this part of Pop Troll culture; as part of her, guiltily, sort of assumed that with his lack of colour, his patterning would be rather bland as well- and besides, it's not like he ever shown a desire to participate in courting dances.

But now she is left with sudden new, and unexpected feeling- her heart and breath going now a bit faster everytime she catches a glimpse of him from now on, her cheeks flushing and her tail wagging in excitement

(Her desk's drawer is filled with failed cut out scrapbook pieces of leaves and tiny detailed filigree, as she attempts to journal her sudden and new discover and cant get it quite right)

Tldr; Pop Trolls have fur/flocking patterns that appear only under the moon's light, and Poppy finds Branch's so irresistibly attractive she hardly knows what to do with herself

This pushes her to try and spend more time with him- just spend time with him, no trying to push him to go to parties with her or trying to get him to sing or hug

For his part, Branch is both secretly pleased his own crush is now paying more attention to him than to Creek (who is not happy with this development) but also holy shit Poppy is paying more attention to him, so it is kind of unnerving for him, freaking him out

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls fandom #trolls branch #trolls poppy #Moonlit AU #troll art

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heeliopheelia · 2 months

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would u write a hcs about Enhypen with a s/o who’s a great cook 👩🏾‍🍳👩🏾‍🍳 this is the only talent I have and I genuinely love cooking for my people

of course, love!! 🩷 honestly being a good cook is such a flex and i could never relate with my oversalting addiction...

HEESEUNG never fails to show and tell you how much he appreciates you!! whenever he has a worse day or he's just tired after practice, coming home to you and a homemade meal that you make for him always makes his day instantly so much better!! oh and grocery store dates are a weekly occurrence with him and he'll pay for all of it bcs it's the least he can do to express his gratitude!!

omggg just imagine cooking with JAY... just you both coming from work or in a weekend morning, hip to hip (or not if you like your space lmaoo he'd respect that), quiet conversations and giggles, feeding each other straight from the pot to get opinions... OH MY GOD WHERE DO I SIGN

JAKE he's in heaven oml... i see him as a type of a person who would love to try everything you cook and by that i mean every. single. thing, and even if he promised he would give you his constructive criticism, he's literally unable to find anything you cook for him relatively bad so his opinions are always heavily biased lmaoo

SUNGHOON at first he insisted that you really shouldn't be spending that much time in the kitchen for him but when you explained to him that you love cooking for people you love, you never heard a word of protest from him again ✨ pls he's so grateful whenever you make him something!! he gets so clingy after eating it too cause now it's his turn to love on you, bae

SUNOO is your biggest fan 🫶 would also eat anything you make for him, he wouldn't be picky when it comes to you spoiling him like that... he also loves to help you and would be so excited whenever you ask him to participate. always washes the dishes too and never takes no for an answer!!

JUNGWON broo he's already in love with you okay but just imagine you made the boys lunch and brought it to them - he'd love you even more if it's even possible... like the fact that you're not only making sure that he's eating well but you also take care of the other boys too 🧎 he'll definitely make you eat with them each time cause the last thing he can do to repay for your love is to make sure you never walk out of his place hungry :))

NIKI genuinely thinks your cooking is the best thing ever. he always accompanies you whenever you're cooking and it doesn't matter if he's chatting you up, showing you some videos or playing you some new songs he heard - he never lets you feel lonely even for a second lmao!! unlike jake he actually tells you if you need to add or switch something up in your recipes but he's never rude about it cause he knows that he himself can't cook for shit 🤷‍♀️

#nonnies 🗝₊˚⊹♡#enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen headcanons #enhypen imagines

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rad-batson · 1 year

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Here’s some more about the game :D for your reading pleasure @portal-to-oblivion (Based on this post)

Freestyle Checkers: A Tim and Damian Special OR “How can we make talking to people a competition?”

They are sneaky. They are underhanded. They will do anything to win.

Originally, this was a ploy to get Bruce to ban them from the galas. Over the coming months, however, they begin to enjoy attending. A little too much.

Tim starts a conga line and convinces everyone on his team to join before marching them to Damian’s side.

Damian subtly moves the tables just an inch or two to the right all night until the whole room has switched seating arrangements.

After a particularly eventful game, Bruce now requires them both to empty their pockets and walk through a metal detector before entering the ballroom.

Tim uses his role as company heir to befriend everyone on his team and then introduce them to one another. He accidentally started a coup once.

Damian uses his puppy eyes to woo the guests into doing his bidding and avoid punishment.

He also sets fire to the curtains.

They are repeatedly caught giving death glares to each other from across the ballroom…but that’s normal. What’s not normal is the two giving death glares to a seemingly random guest at the same time. (She was only going to say hello to Maxine. Why does she feel like she’s in mortal danger?)

Tim spikes the punch with a hint of laxatives so everybody sticks to the bathrooms on Damian’s side.

Several games in, Damian finds a loophole in the rules. Even if the pieces can’t know they’re in a game, that doesn’t mean others can’t. He pays several catering staff to form a physical barrier between certain guests and places. Tim is livid and demands the loophole be written out.

Damian, after stealing a woman’s expensive watch: “Oh, I think I saw it at table seven! Here, let me take you there :)”

Tim makes a kid cry at table 20 so everyone will avoid that side of the room.

Tim: “To the left now, y’all! Left again! Right foot two stomps! Keep going left!”

Every other batfamily member has joined the game at least once, both as a piece AND as a player. On a particularly boring night, it was Tim v. Damian v. Steph v. Jason v. Duke. Every attendee was an unwilling participant. Including Bruce.

Damian is the reason death threats are no longer allowed for the game.

Tim: “Oh, you don’t want to talk to Nicole. Did you hear what she said about Leandra last night? The drama!”

Damian, tugging a guest’s arm: “Hey, is your blue Mercedes parked outside?” Guest: “Oh, hi sweetie :) Yes, why do you ask?” Damian: “It exploded.”

Damian studies the attendance sheet, makes a mental list of who eats what kind of dessert according to previous galas, then chooses all the guests who he knows like chocolate. Suddenly, there’s a surprise chocolate fountain on Tim’s side!

Tim studies the attendance sheet then figures out their addresses, hacks into their Facebook, stalks their Friends list, makes a chart of who is on good and bad terms, then chooses his team based on that.

Both of the above methods listed fail spectacularly

Damian: “So…I win.” Tim: “Damian, this is a hostage situation.” Damian: “But they’re lined up on your side. I win.” Tim: You know, I’m starting to think you set this up.”

He did.

During one particular night, a Wayne benefactor figures out what’s going on and tries to expose them so they team up, completely ruin his public reputation, and get him banned from all future galas to preserve the game.

No matter how hard he tries, Bruce cannot stop them from playing.

#batfamily #tim drake #damian wayne #batbros #batfam #bruce wayne #batman #incorrect batfamily quotes #dc #dc robin #red robin #robin damian #dc universe #damian al ghul

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princesscolumbia · 8 months

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Star Trek Captains, A Review and Categorization

Star Trek is a show about a Neo-military organization that has rank structures, ships, and fights wars, so naturally there's plenty of captains to talk about, but for this post I'll be highlighting specifically the main cast captains, in something resembling chronological order. (But, I mean, this is Star Trek, so even that's kinda up in the air)

Captain Archer

That Guy who had to hand crank the warp engine up-hill both ways in the blinding ion storm. We don't need no stinkin' Prime Directive! Remember The Alamo Pearl Harbor 9/11 Florida! But...uh, maybe don't be dicks about it, not everyone who looks like the ones responsible for that thing we're never going to forget actually wants us dead. Got transformed into an alien, got possessed by another alien, slept with a couple more. Never got pregnant, though (that was his chief engineer)

Scorecard

Ships commanded: 1

Wars started: 0

Wars ended: 3

Times on screen naked: 1

Nazi facilities destroyed: 1

Category: Grampa

Captain Pike

Midlife crisis? What midlife crisis? Everything's fiiiiine. Now eat something, it'll make you feel better. I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed. Number One, don't tell me I can't adopt more kids, I don't care that they're from the future they're mine now. Besides, we've already got a whole ship-full, what's two more?

Scorecard

Ships commanded: 2

Violations of the Temporal Prime Directive: -3 (yes, it's an irrational number, we're talking time travel, people!)

Musical Numbers Participated While On Duty: 3

Hair: Really Great

Category: Dad (or DILF if you swing that way)

Captain Georgiou

You will be captain when you can snatch the stone from my hand.

Scorecard

Ships commanded: 1

Protege's who required a redemption arc: 1

Awesomeness: Transcendent

Category: Gone too soon, also, MILF who can kick your ass

(Edit: Courtesy of @cheer-me-up-scotty for pointing out an oversite on my part)

Captain Burnham

Cosplays as a Vulcan 'cause she's jealous of her adoptive brother. Accurately called an audience-stand-in-self-insert-mary-sue (shut up, Star Trek fandom invented the Mary Sue, it was a term coined by women fans, so shut up!), but by season 2 she actually gets interesting.

Scorecard

Mommy Issues: Has a subscription

Moms: 4

PTSD inducing life events: Like, all of them

Ships commanded: 3

Mutinies led failed: 1

Category: That One Cousin who married surprisingly well and made something of herself in spite of all expectations

Captain Kirk

Golden retriever energy, would be the Useless Bisexual Himbo if he didn't have so much game. Probably smarter than he lets on. Polyamory King and certified Alien Fucker. Boyfriend is a half-space-elf, main sometimes-girlfriend will go on to create the deadliest super-weapon ever built by humans by accident.

Scorecard

Number of Klingon Bounties on his head: [CLASSIFIED]

Number of women he's slept with: [CLASSIFIED]

Nazi regimes toppled: 1

Number of times he should have had a test that determines if you can stick your dick in it that got named after an upstart from that other science fiction show instead: 1

Ships Commanded: 3

Ships He's Stolen: 3

Category: Slut(affectionate)

Captain Kirk (the other one)

Golden Retriever that got left behind when his family moved away and had to lead a ragtag team of a crotchety older dog and a wet cat on a journey...

No, wait, hold on...

Right! That's the one!

Scorecard

Times he should have been kicked out of Starfleet: At least 4

Ships commanded: 3

Ground transport destroyed: 2 (that we know of)

Number of middle fingers given to Admiralty: 2

Category: Bad Boy

Captain Picard

You know that guy who you see going to the library all the time and always seems to have his nose in a book and always seems to be telling people off for breaking the rules and doing dangerous shit? You'd never know it but he used to be That Guy in college who got, like, ALL the girls and is going to be the Hot Grampa that you don't know how he has that much game, but he got it.

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Ships lost in the line of duty: 2

Number of times he married and then estranged his best friend's wife who named their son after her dead first husband: 1

Number of toxic omnipotent and omniscient boyfriends who are obsessed with him and spends their spare time playing with ponies: 1

Category: Inexplicable Sexyman

Captain Badass Sisko

The Cool Dad with baggage. He's got game, but he's got priorities as well, and DON'T mess with his son or you won't even exist anymore to regret it. BLM before it was cool. Led a civil rights riot two centuries before he was born. Space Jesus who can make the best jambalaya you've ever had. Fought and won a war, punched a god, then became one.

Scorecard

Civilizations saved: 4

Native Cultures Treated With the Respect They Deserve: Many

Times He Bent the Rules so his CMO could get some nookie from a Cardasian spy plain, simple tailor: The counter broke

Successful black-ops assassinations completed: 1

Category: BAMF

Captain Janeway

THE single most decorated captain in Starfleet history. Successfully dropped the hammer on dozens of petty tyrants, oppressive regimes, roaming mass murderers, and the Borg. What Prime Directive? Your Mom. Also, probably slept with your mom, that's how much she is the Domme-est of Dommes. She told the Borg to use the safe word...and they DID!

Scorecard

Borg Daughters: 1

Times she told the Borg to step off: 3 (or 4...or 5? Honestly, with the time travel shenanigans it's hard to know for sure)

Nazis she's personally shot: 1

Category: Mistress, but it's "Ma'am" to you

Captain Freeman

She's angry AND disappointed! She's just as good as all the other captains in the fleet, and the good ones know it, but all the rest? They see "cali class" and assume all they're good for is the jobs nobody else wants. But jokes on them, because thanks to that attitude her crew are the flippin' Jacks and Jills of all trades and are more capable of fixing AND fucking AND "fucking" shit up than damn near anyone else!

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Times the ship has nearly been destroyed but she and her crew got through it: ...uh...how many episodes are there? And then there's the times that get casual mentions that we never get the details on!

Daughters who should probably be captains now if they were at least a LITTLE more respectful and didn't actively try to piss off Admirals: 1

Times the Cerritos has had to be rebuilt to the point it might as well be called "The Ship of Cerritos Problem": At least 4

Category: Your mom...get back here, I'M NOT DONE TALKING TO YOU!

Captain R'El

Cinnamon Roll, just let m'boy into Starfleet! He just wants a home and a family! I'd like to see full-grown captains who can keep up with half of what this Best Boy is capable of!

Scorecard

Number of species his genetic code is made up of: All of 'em. Even the GODDAMN Q!

Number of Janeways he impressed the socks off of: 2

Quality of his Janeway impression: Bad

Number of Ferengi he out-Ferengi'd: 1

Nazis punched: Give him time...

Category: Teenage Boy Who's NOT GOING THROUGH A PHASE, MOM!

Should I do Captains Shaw and Seven? How about Alternate Timeline Tripp or Future Chakotay? (Going too far down that rabbit hole will eventually lead to Imperial Kirk and Captain Spock from the movies.) Let me know in the comments.

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togrowoldinv · 1 year

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Oral Exam

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When your academic rival gets the graduate assistant job you wanted, you’re standoffish towards each other until one party changes everything

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (both receiving), thigh riding, thirsting for Nat

Note: I just couldn’t get college Nat out of my head again so here we are. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

It’s finally summer break. Well, for exactly one week it was. You decided to stay for summer classes and try to graduate early, so you only got one week of break.

That part isn’t ideal, but some of your friends are also staying. You’re determined to make it a fun summer anyways.

As you and Wanda walk to class, you catch up on her week at home.

“How was your family?” You ask her.

“Clingy,” she says. “But really good. Pietro asked about you.” She says the last part with a grin knowing that Pietro has had a crush on you since he met you.

“Not my type,” you say, laughing as you open the door to the building.

Wanda chuckles and you follow her inside.

“Right. Your type is redhead sisters of your close friend,” she teases.

“Wands, I do not have a type and it’s certainly not Natasha!”

Wanda laughs it off and you two walk into the classroom. You sit next to her and later Kate comes in and sits on your other side.

“Who got the graduate assistant job?” Another one of your friends, Peter, asks the group.

“I don’t know. I just know it wasn’t me,” you say with a bite to your tone.

You were up for the role despite being a year away from graduation. The professor, Dr. Banner, had loved your writing this semester and he was going to make an exception for you. But at the last minute someone else applied and got the job.

You’re still teeming from the memory when none other than Natasha Romanoff walks in. Was she in this class? Surely she had taken it already.

“Hello everyone. Dr. Banner is running behind, so I’m going to be leading class today. I’m Natasha your graduate assistant,” the redhead introduces herself.

She throws a glance your way and you cross your arms over your chest. Of course she got the job. Dr. Banner practically drools over her.

Natasha starts going over the syllabus with the class and dives into the material. You don’t say a word the entire lecture. She notices.

“I will see you all tomorrow,” Natasha says. Everyone gathers their things, but you’re stopped by her voice. “Can you hang back, y/n?”

You stay put and wait for your classmates to leave. Natasha leans against the desk and looks you over. You feel warm under her gaze.

“Are you not going to participate in class?” Nat asks.

“Not when you got the job I deserved,” you say.

“Ah,” Nat revels. “I’m sorry.”

You scoff at her words. She stands up straighter. You don’t miss the way her dress hugs her hips as she does so.

“I am sorry. Even if you don’t believe me. We both applied for the job. It’s not personal,” Nat says.

“You only got the job because Banner wants to fuck you.”

“How dare you?” Nat says. She invades your space and you’re overcome by the scent of her. “Maybe Bruce wants to sleep with me, which never ever will happen. But I got this job because I’m qualified for it. I worked for it. Do not reduce me to something that man wants.”

You don’t really know how to reply. You know everything she said is true and you feel bad for even questioning her qualification.

“Are you going to say anything?” Nat asks.

“I’m sorry. I’ll participate in class tomorrow,” you say.

Natasha backs away from you and gathers her papers from the desk.

“Good. Your grade depends on it and I’d hate for a pretty girl like you to fail this class,” she says. Her tone changed and for the first time you really think you might be attracted to her.

You leave the classroom and meet up with your classmates to do your homework. The next couple of weeks go by pretty smoothly. You participate and find Natasha to be tolerable despite her position.

She wears dresses and button ups that threaten to distract you, but you keep trying to fight your attraction to her.

It’s one week before finals when you meet up with your classmates to study.

But at some point the study session turns into a drinking game.

You’re a few shots in when your friend Yelena walks in the door. She’s been home for the summer, so you haven’t seen her.

“Yelena!” You pull her into a hug and kiss her cheeks.

“Hi drunk, y/n,” she says, chuckling at your over affectionate self. “I brought Nat hope that’s cool.”

Before you can reply, Yelena is off to talk to her girlfriend. Natasha appears behind her. She’s wearing a light blue button up shirt and khakis. She is wearing what she had on in class today and she looks so good.

“This doesn’t look like studying,” Natasha says, taking in the scene. There are people everywhere drinking and chatting.

“You want a drink?” You ask her, ignoring her comment.

She nods and you grab her a beer. You get pulled away to play a game and beer pong, but after you win you try and find Nat again.

She’s outside and you bring her another drink. Nat accepts it easily, getting a little buzz of her own.

“You look good,” she tells you. It catches you off guard.

“Oh, thanks. You look good too,” you tell her. And she does. She’s undone some of her shirt buttons and her bra peaks out just a bit from her shirt.

“Thank you, y/n,” Nat says. It’s dark but you think you see her blush. It’s quiet for a moment as the two of you stand together. She breaks the silence. “I forgot you were friends with my sister.”

“Oh yeah. Yelena and I have been friends since freshman year. She’s great.”

“I’m inclined to agree. Do you think Kate is good for her?” Nat asks. It’s already the longest conversation you’ve ever had with the woman.

You nod. “They’re both really happy.”

“Good,” Nat says. “What about you? Are you seeing anyone?”

“Nope,” you say. “Although my friend’s brother is into me, so it is nice to be crushed on.”

Natasha chuckles and takes a sip of her beer. You notice the way her neck flexes as she leans it back and swallows the drink.

“You’re so beautiful,” you blurt out, feeling unfiltered from the shots you took earlier. “I mean- yeah you’re beautiful and I’m annoyed by your academic success but I also find you incredibly attractive.”

She smirks at your rambling. Natasha shifts closer to you. Her lips hover over yours.

“I also find you attractive,” Natasha says. “And I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Please.”

Natasha closes the distance and kisses you. Her empty hand comes to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. When her tongue moves into your mouth, you feel weak in your knees.

“My bedroom is upstairs,” you tell her once you break for air.

“Let’s go,” she says.

You take her hand and pull her through the crowded rooms to your bedroom. She closes the door behind herself and kisses you again. And again and again.

“I want you,” you tell her. “I thought about this when you were up there teaching today.”

“Oh yeah?” Nat asks. She kisses your neck and bites against your skin gently.

“Mhm, I don’t remember what the lesson was about.”

Natasha smirks against your neck and slips her hand under your shirt. Her strong hand moves over your side and pushes your shirt up. She stops kissing you long enough to slip the shirt over your head.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” Natasha says as her eyes rake over your body.

The two of fall back into your bed. You reach for her hips to pull her closer. She straddles your hips and kisses you again. You begin to unbutton her shirt and you leave a kiss to her exposed skin with every button.

When you open the shirt completely, you waste no time unclasping the bra that had just barely been showing earlier.

“Oh Natasha,” you say before you take her nipple into your mouth. She moans at the feeling.

“I get the feeling you don’t hate me,” Natasha says as she begins unbuttoning your pants. You continue your efforts against her chest.

“Not right now I don’t,” you say. She smirks and slips a hand into your pants. You can imagine how wet you are down there.

Nat pulls her chest away from your lips and moves down the bed. She slips your pants off and takes off her own. Her red lacy panties don’t leave much to your imagination.

“Fuck me,” you mumble. She chuckles and lays on her stomach, settling between your legs. She kisses the dark spot against your underwear, teasing you with her hands on your thighs.

“You’re so wet for me, baby. God I love it,” she says. “You don’t know how many times I imagined you just like this. All spread out for me.” She drops kisses to your thighs as she slips your underwear off your legs.

“You imagined this?” You ask her.

Nat pauses and moves back up your body. She hovers over you with her arms on either side of you. Leaning down she stops just short of your lips.

“I’ve imagined this. I’ve wanted you for so long. I had to take care of myself every night after class because I couldn’t get you out of my head,” Natasha explains.

You pull her lips to yours and kiss her until you’re dizzy. She grins and moves back to her previous spot.

“Fuck Natasha,” you moan as she dives right in this time. You’re not embarrassed for how wet you are for her. It makes you feel so good how she basks in the pleasure of you.

She uses her fingers to work around the edges of your folds and her tongue licks and sucks expertly. She’s definitely done this before.

When your legs begin to shake, she knows you’re close but she doesn’t stop her ministrations. She goes faster, adding a finger to work in tandem with her tongue.

“Nat,” you whisper, pleasure keeping you from being any louder. “Please.”

“Let go, detka,” she says. Her deep voice vibrates against you and cum hard against her tongue.

Natasha keeps her lips on you until you’re pushing on her head to ask for a break. She kisses your hips, stomach, and breasts as she makes her way to your face again.

“Are you okay?” She asks. Her hand rests on your cheek, it feels so loving, so soft.

“I’m- I feel amazing,” you tell her. She smiles and brushes her thumb over your face.

You kiss her softly, but the want for her takes over quickly and you’re pulling her onto you again. You slip off her panties and can’t help the gasp that you let out. Her body is just so perfect.

She moves her hips against you and moans when your leg falls between hers. You feel her wetness against your leg.

“I’m going to ride your thigh, baby,” Natasha says. You’re not going to say no to that.

You reach for her hips and help her move against you. She’s above you, her perfect breasts moving with every thrust of her hips.

“Come for me, Natasha. Show me how you thought about me each night after class,” you say. You know the talking is working when Nat has to fight to keep her hips going. “You’re so hot right now. Being so good for me.”

“Fuck,” she mumbles.

“That’s it, sweetheart. I thought about you when I touched myself too, Nat. Keep going.”

Her movements become more erratic and she’s coming on your thigh. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

Once Natasha’s recovered, she lays next to you and you reach for her hand. She grips yours back easily.

“How do you feel?” You ask her, turning your head to face her. She’s got her eyes closed, and when she opens then you’re lost in the sea of green.

“I feel like I’m dangerously close to falling in love with you,” Natasha admits.

“Is that a bad thing?” You ask.

“No,” Nat says with a smirk. “But technically I am your teacher.”

“Yeah, that’s true. Well, maybe you can give me an A on my exam then?”

Natasha laughs and leans in to kiss your forehead.

“It was worth a shot,” you joke. “Really, I like you so much.”

“I like you so much, too. The class is over in a week and then we can go out,” Nat says. “If you’d like to,” she adds shyly.

“Of course,” you say. “Would you like to stay tonight? I mean it’s already late and you live across campus and-“

“Yes,” Nat interrupts your rambling. “I think technically this would still count as the same evening so we could-“

You cut her off with a kiss. The kind that is definitely going to lead to more. When you pull away, Nat is smiling mischievously.

“Oh, you’re definitely getting an A for tonight,” Natasha says.

“I haven’t even taken the exam yet,” you climb onto her and she giggles happily. It’s the most carefree you’ve ever seen her.

You sink down onto the mattress and settle between her legs.

“I get it,” Nat says aloud. “An oral exam.”

You share a long laugh with her. Mostly because you didn’t even mean to make that reference. But when you bury your face between her legs, suddenly everything becomes clear about how you feel about her.

And you know that you want her more than anything else in the world.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #college!natasha #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff au #natasha romanoff fluff

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misc-obeyme · 4 months

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Hello you're such a good freaking writer! Blankets for Mammon for the cozy comforts event?

Hi there, anon! Thank you, I'm so glad you enjoy my writing!

Okay, well, this is the cozy comforts event because I am cozy and comfortable when I'm writing all the cheesy fluff. And that's all I gotta say about this one lol.

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Mammon with prompt blanket

Warnings: none

Whenever you feel a little sad, you find yourself wandering to Mammon's room. The way he grins the minute he sees you never fails to cheer you up. But even if he isn't there, it's his space and it feels like him. He's come back to find you, sprawled on his couch or curled up on his bed. It's like you're only waiting for him to walk in so you can start feeling happy again.

When he's not around, you seem to always be drawn to one blanket in particular. It's a nice one - black and gold, by some expensive Devildom brand name you're not familiar with. He told you once that he worked hard to buy it for himself. You love the way it smells like his Devilish No 5 when you wrap it around your shoulders. It's like he's right there, hugging you close.

The first time you have to return to the human world, he blushes and stutters when he gives it to you. You blink in surprise at him as he holds it out to you.

"Did ya think I didn't notice, human?" he says.

Having that blanket with you makes you feel less lonely as you spend time away from the Devildom. When you come back, you can't bear to be parted with it, so you keep it. Everyone sees what it means to you, how you tend to keep it around your shoulders when you're in a bad mood or just need a bit of comfort.

Until one day you notice that the blanket doesn't smell like Mammon anymore. It doesn't quite feel like him the way it used to. You use it less and less, seeking out the actual demon whenever you can instead.

Mammon notices that you've been keeping the blanket folded neatly on your bed, but he doesn't say anything.

One day you come back to the House of Lamentation and realize that you haven't seen Mammon all day. You go looking for him and find him in your own room. He's sitting on your bed, wrapped in the black and gold blanket. He looks pitiful, like he's just had the worst day of his life.

You come over to sit down beside him. He's despondent as he tells you about losing bets and failed schemes.

You tug on the edge of the blanket. "This always makes me feel better. Is it helping you?"

The blush that cover's Mammon's face is instant and deep. He hides it halfway behind the blanket. "Smells like ya."

You consider this statement and realize it must be true. The blanket lost the smell of Mammon's cologne long ago, but you never smelled anything different on it. Because now the blanket smelled like you.

"Ya kinda stopped usin' it, though, huh," Mammon says and you can't help hearing the note of sadness in his tone.

You nudge him a little, to make him lift his arm. You duck under it so you're both under the blanket, Mammon's arm wrapped snugly around you. You lean your head on his shoulder. "I liked it because it smelled like you. It felt like you. It was like I had you hugging me even when you weren't there. But now it smells like me? I hadn't noticed."

Mammon puffs out his chest a bit. "Miss the Great Mammon when he ain't around, do ya?"

"Yeah," you say easily, making him squirm a little.

After that, the two of you trade off who has the blanket. Whenever you need him and he's not there, you find the blanket. Whenever he needs you, he takes it back. And although no object could replace the real thing, it acts as a temporary comfort, warming you with its memories until you can find yourselves back in each other's arms.

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astravv · 4 months

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【✰】 ➤ ꜱᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴇᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ — ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

✰ — 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ▸ i’m a stoner so and i want to make a fanfic for all my genshin stoners out there so if want more characters with this headcanon just request me cuz id be happy to do it :))

✰ — 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 ▸ smoking weed, some cursing, overall some silliness, dottore has never smoked weed before

✰ — 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ▸ dottore x fem! reader

✰ — 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ▸ dottore knows you like your weed, but he’s never been bothered to try it with you. until one day, you ask if he’d want to, since he’s been so stressed lately.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

♡ 〙dottore has never smoked before, but he knows you do, but he doesn’t really care. he watches you while you smoke a joint or hit a bong, but he doesn’t participate. he thinks it’s a waste of time.

♡ 〙dottore had been super stressed out recently since all of the experiments he was working on kept failing. he would come to his room and constantly moan and groan about how he feels like he can’t do nothing right with it. which is extremely weird for him, since he’s usually not venting to you about all his troubles.

♡ 〙you pull out your bong from your shared closet and a bag of weed. you fill it up with some of it, giving dottore a small glance.

♡ 〙”smoke with me, maybe it’ll make you feel better.” you tell him. he’s hesitant, but he honestly doesn’t want to be up all night thinking about how he failed all the experiments he was working on, and he will have to start from square one.

♡ 〙”fine.” he groans, pushing himself to sit beside you on your guys shared bed and watching your every move. “is this even safe?”

♡ 〙”what do you care about safety?” you laugh. he gives you an eye roll in response.

♡ 〙”i have to show you how to do it,” you say, turning over so you’re facing the harbinger. he nods and looks you in the eye.

♡ 〙”i’m going to light it, then suck on it so i can pull the smoke up. after that, pull this dish out and suck all of the smoke you just pulled up out.” you explain. he looks a little lost, so you just laugh and shake your head, then proceed to show him a visual example.

♡ 〙once you show him the visual example, you hand it over to him. his breath hitches and gives you a glance then lights the weed and takes a big hit.

♡ 〙”dottore!” you yell out. he proceeds to throw his head to the side and start coughing his brains out. “not that much..”

♡ 〙”oh my god,” tears well up in his eyes from coughing it up so much.

♡ 〙”suck the rest of the smoke in.” you tell him, pointing at the smoke slowly rising out of the bong. he presses his lips back to it and sucks the rest of it out, handing the glassware back to you.

♡ 〙”you okay?” you laugh, giving him some hard pats on his back as he coughs loudly. he nods and gives you a thumbs up, still coughing harshly.

♡ 〙you both take turns taking more hits of it, until you look at dottore and he’s staring at the wall, like he’s in a trance.

♡ 〙you throw the rest of the burnt weed away, putting your bong up on the side table and sit in front of your boyfriend, who’s still completely messed up.

♡ 〙”are you okay?” you ask, staring at dottore who’s currently in another world right now. he gives you a nod that seems like he didn’t even hear what you just said.

♡ 〙you guys talk about random things, then he starts to get the giggles, really, really bad. he says his face is stuck in a permanent grin, and honestly it was hilarious to see.

♡ 〙then later, he tells you that he’s really hungry. so you and him walk out of your room and go downstairs to the harbingers shared kitchen and dig through the cabinets for anything you two can stuff your faces with.

♡ 〙pantalone walks in the kitchen, seeing you both absolutely shredding into a bag of chips, laughing and carrying on about some random shit that pantalone does not want to be apart of.

♡ 〙he shakes his head at you both and grabs a small snack out of the pantry and walks by you guys giving you both a judgy look. you look up and realize that he was looking at you both and you clear your throat.

♡ 〙pantalone mouths the words “is he high?” and points towards dottore who’s staring deeply into the bag of chips. you nod and laugh, which pantalone shakes his head and gives you a wave goodbye.

♡ 〙you’re hoping pantalone doesn’t go around and tell everyone that you got your mad scientist boyfriend high as fuck.

♡ 〙you pull dottore back into his room, and he flops onto his bed. you pull him up into bed and under the covers so he can go to bed, since he looked like he was gonna pass out any second. he looks at you and says something completely inaudible and falls asleep.

♡ 〙let’s just say this whole night was filled with lots of munching, the giggles, and some shushing from dottore as falls into your arms every five seconds. in the morning he tells you that he wants to do it again sometime. you nod and kiss his forehead. probably one of your favorite moments with him.

#dottore fluff #dottore headcanons #dottore x reader #il dottore #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #x reader #dottore

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blackswan446 · 2 months

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weeping mary

→ pairing: yan!jhs x reader

→ synopsis: the show must go on, right?

→ wc: 1842

→ cws: gun, reader gets hit in head and passes out lols

→ notes: despite the title this is not a religious story whatsoever lol it just has heavy religious allegories

theatre was an odd place. whenever a new show goes into production, you never really know who you'll end up being with for the next months of your life. you could get lucky, and end up with people who had a passion for the art and made the frustrations of props and memorization worth it. or, you could get the short end of the stick, and get stuck with the group of people who were made to watch shows, not participate in them.

more often than not, it's a mix of both. sometimes one group outnumbered the other, other times it was an even blend. and every single time, you could count on the two groups to butt heads. that's how it was here, in your little college theatre department, and normally, it wasn't that much of an issue. but this time it was not as easy. you, a lifelong lover of theatre and one of the more...theatrically challenged participants, paired up, occupying the two leading roles.

it wasn't like he was bad, but his recitations during rehearsals sounded just like that, recitations. like he was reading from a script, even though he had the lines memorized. they just failed to evoke anything deeper within you, they didn't spark the same emotions inside you as you felt with other people, even within your group. some of the performances you had seen felt so real you could've sworn the emotions they were portraying were real and raw, so clear you could reach out, touch them, and feel them yourself.

you felt bad for even thinking these things, since hoseok was such a sweetheart. he was extremely kind and he was making a clear effort, but theatre was just not his strong suit. maybe with practice, maybe with a lot of practice, he would improve, but as of now, you didn't have your hopes set high for the evenings ahead of you.

that's what you used to explain the twisted feeling in your gut as you sat in the fluorescent room. it was empty by now, the only things in there being the ghost of excited chatter and loose makeup powder hanging in the air. you could see your reflection through the fingerprints and dust covering the mirror, the costume and headpiece that adorned you almost distracting from the worried aura you embodied. the shine of the lights illuminated the front of your body, eliminating the shade and casting a saintly glow upon your figure. weeping mary, you thought, your own appearance reminded you of the weeping mary.

you were distracted from your own thoughts by a shadowy figure appearing in the doorway behind you. whipping around to get a look at the mystery silhouette, you were met with none other than jung hoseok himself. sighing, you greeted the usually-happy guy normally, though a discontented look rested on his face.

"[name], are you alright? you weren't out there with everybody else backstage, and i got worried." he asked quietly, his voice soft and kind. his costume fitted him well, the colors and cuts of the various articles of clothes suiting him better than you had imagined.

"yeah, i'm okay. i just wanted to sit alone for a minute. don't worry about me." you said feebly, eyes meeting your clasped hands. unconvinced, hoseok paused before his next question. "did something happen?" he said gingerly, the words coming out as if they were afraid of what you had to say. sighing, you shook your head. "no, nothing happened. i just don't feel great, i have a bad feeling about tonight." you admitted, looking at the shiny costume jewelry that sparkled on your fingers.

"bad feeling?" you didn't need to look up from your manicure to see the puzzled look on his face, you could hear it in his voice, the way he sounded more shocked than sympathetic. "...what do you think is going to happen?" he said carefully, like he was unsure of his own question. you shrugged your shoulders. "i don't know. i think it's just nerves." you lied. it was so much more than that, at least, that's how it felt to you. but what exactly were you supposed to do? drop out because of a random gut feeling and let everybody down? that wasn't an option, not tonight, not ever. the show must go on.

no words were spoken, rather, you felt a gentle hand touch your shoulder, so delicately resting where the end of the pink tulle fabric and your clammy skin met, as if you were a fragile porcelain doll that would break if the wind hit it wrong. "i get where you're coming from, [name]. but how bad is it really if things go wrong tonight? this is just one night out of our whole lives. we have so much ahead of us. do you really want to look back on your youth and remember being scared for nothing and not enjoying the ride?" he wondered, a convincing tone that was not present earlier now accompanying his voice.

he was right, you knew he was, but the validity of his point didn't release the knot in your stomach. but you weren't going to burden the poor boy with your existential crises, you couldn't, not after he had just tried to comfort you, not when you only had fifteen minutes until the show began. not now.

giving him a warm and grateful smile, and nodding as a show of understanding, you thanked him for his philosophical point of view, and the both of you made your way out of the room, hoseok looking significantly happy and pleased with himself. it took everything in you to replace his words with the hurricane of worry clouding your mind, and as you stepped out onto that stage, you ignored the screaming voice in the front of your mind, begging you to run in the other direction.

the show must go on.

time felt like it was moving through quicksand. act one was hard enough, you could barely keep up with your lines because of how on-edge you were the whole time. the only thing you had time or energy to do during intermission was throw back some cold water and hope for the best. having hoseok in your ear, both onstage and off, wasn't exactly calming your nerves. he was nice, as he always was, but what you really needed was to stew in your anxiety and work through it alone.

the further you spiraled into your madness, the more the door of hope squeaked shut, but as the end of act two rolled around, you thought you saw the light at the end of the tunnel, a sliver of yellow sunshine from behind the door. maybe you were just crazy. maybe nothing would go wrong, maybe you hadn't slept well, or were coming down with something, maybe

just maybe

everything would be alright.

if only your own desperation hadn't blurred the lines between the warmth of hope and the fires of hell.

you stood at the far edge of the stage, looking across to hoseok. something was different about him, something in the way he looked, there was a new passion behind his eyes that you had never seen before. even if it wasn't scripted, the look would have made you stop and stare all on its own.

"i love you, [c/n], i love you so much, for everything you've done for me." you paused dramatically, turning your back to hoseok as you prepared to make your final exit, "but i really hate you, for everything you've done to me."

that's when it happened. you were supposed to leave, it was only supposed to take a second. but he was faster.

"no."

you felt the familiar pit in your stomach return with a hungry vengeance. there was nothing else for you to do, but turn around slowly and roll with whatever the hell he was doing.

"no, [y/c/n]. you're not going anywhere. i have loved you for so long. since the day i laid my eyes on you, the day our hands met, and since the first time you smiled at me, i have been yours since then, and i will still be yours when time gives out and history ends and only the stars are left in this world. you are my heart, my soul, my brain, my absolute everything. the day i stop loving you, is the day that love dies. please, [y/c/n]."

speechless, unmoving, and heart pumping wildly, the only thing you could manage to squeak out was a weak "no". the look of passion from before, the same one that could have cracked a diamond, was gone. now he looked crazed, insane, as he stormed over to your trembling figure.

"that's not a choice. i've spent too long watching from afar. all my life, i've waited for someone like you to fall into my lap. i love you, [name], and i'm not taking no for an answer."

with that, he reached into the back pocket of his costume pants, and pulled out something shiny, something that glinted underneath the hot stage lights. the air in your lungs refused to exit, any sort of words getting caught in the back of your throat as you stared at the metallic gun held in hoseok's gloved hand. there was a loud gasp from the audience, and for a minute, you thought you tasted the sweet exlir of hope, but once you realized that people mistook this awful situation for a part of the show, you felt your heart sink onto the floor.

it was obvious by now that this wasn't acting anymore. this was a real thing, real emotions and a very real weapon in front of you. hell, that's why he sounded so passionate during his monologue. he wasn't speaking from a script, he was speaking from the deep and twisted cracks of his heart that you wouldn't have dreamt of existing. the irony wasn't lost on you, how someone like hoseok had turned out to be the best actor you had ever met.

all you could do was shake your head, your body too paralyzed in fear to do anything else. he chuckled, an amused smirk washing over his features, as if he knew this would happen. as if he had planned it to be this way. with an accepting look on his face and a sweet, strong kiss to your lips, and with that kiss, your fate was sealed. you didn't like it, nor did you want it, but the fear had turned you to stone, and all you could do was watch from a distance.

"'til death do us part, my love."

the only thing you could hear during those final moments of consciousness, the final moments of life as you knew it, as hoseok scooped up your collapsed figure and threw you over his shoulder, was the cheers and applause of an audience who had just seen the show of a lifetime.

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jksprincess10 · 10 months

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With or without you || Javier P. x reader x Frankie

Summary: You ask your partner, Javi, to join in on a bad idea. (3k words)

CW: MFM dynamics, bi!frankie, probably a bit ooc sometimes but it’s a fanfiction idc, petnames (hermosa, bonita, baby, good boy, etc.), alcohol, cigarettes, no homo!javi, shameless flirting, dom!javi, switch!reader, sub!frankie, lots of talk of consent, praise kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), deepthroating, fingering, masturbation, Javier talks you through it, squirting, unsafe p in v, creampie, using cum as lube, cum eating.

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“Javi?”

The man looked up at you from his desk, big brown eyes showing a false sense of innocence, lips curled around an eternal cigarette. “Hm?”

“What do you think about the new military guy… Francisco?”

You had this look on your face; the one when you had a really bad idea. Javier sighed and let his cigarette sit in his ashtray before folding his muscular arms on his chest.

“I know this look, hermosa. Tell me what’s on your mind and stop fucking around. We have work to do.”

He leaned back on his chair with a disinterested look. You sat in front of him and played with his cigarette, rolling it around the ashtray, distracted.

“I want him to fuck me. With or without you.”

Javier rolled his eyes, annoyed. “Can we not talk about this at work?”

“Fine. Usual place, at 8?”

Spanish music played on shitty speakers. Doors and windows were wide open, letting in the crushing heat. Javier was fidgeting with his whiskey glass, while you were sitting in front of him.

“Talk.” He simply said.

“Said what I had to say, Javi.”

You had known and worked with this man for a long time. You also both found pleasure in each other’s bodies frequently. The only understanding was to say when you were seeing a new partner. But this time… you wanted both of them, together.

“I don’t want you to fuck a work colleague.”

“Damn, you suddenly have morals?” You snorted and sipped on your cocktail. “And technically, you are a work colleague.”

Javier rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink. He seemed partly annoyed, partly jealous.

“Then I’ll be there.”

“You’ll watch or you’ll participate?”

“Participate. But if he does a bad job, I’ll kick him out.” A beat, then. “Are you sure he wants this?”

You were ecstatic.

“Let me do my thing.” You said as you clapped.

“Fine. M’not touching him though.”

“I would never dream of attacking your straightness, Mr. Macho man.” Or did you.

He looked behind you, distracted. “Time to work your magic, I guess, hermosa.”

You looked behind you and smiled warmly when you saw Francisco awkwardly standing near the door and you got up to greet him. He had similar features to Javi; a prominent nose and pretty eyes. But their hair were different; while Javi rocked a mustache and a clean cut, Frankie had a patchy beard and wild curls that came out the back of his cap.

“Francisco! I’m so glad you could make it!” You held him by the arm to bring him closer to the bar, feeling his muscles under your palm. You could almost feel Javier’s burning stare on your back.

“Please, just… Frankie.” He corrected. Like Javier, the man had an American heritage.

“So, Frankie, how do you find work?”

You made small talk with him after he ordered a drink or himself, until Javi got up to meet you at the bar, your forgotten cocktail in hand.

“Shouldn’t leave your drink alone, hermosa.”

“Shit, thank you, Javi.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek, not failing to notice how Frankie looked away. “Frankie, you know Javi, right? Works in the DEA with me.”

“Yeah, uh… nice to see you, man.” They exchanged a firm handshake, while Javier tried to have a staring contest with the man and the other one blushed lightly. Was it the alcohol or pure shyness?

“Didn’t wanna bother you and your man, sorry.” Frankie finally said, taking his hand back for himself.

“Oh, it’s not like that.” You brushed it away and sipped on your cocktail. “We just have fun sometimes; this work is too intense to have someone waiting for you back home.” Javier looked at you like you did everything wrong, but you were feeling bold. Your finger traced Frankie’s hand, the one that was holding his drink firmly. The tip of your finger stopped on the target tattooed on his hand, the ink once black had become a blueish tint over time. “Do you have someone waiting for you back home?”

“I don’t.”

“So… what do you say if we finish those drinks and go back to my place… together?”

Javier sure didn’t seem thrilled about the idea. Frankie rubbed the back of his neck in an uncomfortable manner. You were both attractive to him, it just was… a lot. Let’s say he didn’t expect to finish his workday with a threesome.

“Fuck, yeah… why not.” He finally said.

You lifted your drink to suggest a toast.

“So here’s how it’s gonna work, Morales. I’ll show you how to take care of her and you do as I say. You do one thing out of our understanding, and I kick your ass, understood?” Frankie, sat on the edge of your bed, nodded.

You rolled your eyes at Javi. “Don’t listen to him, he’s all bark, no bite.” Your hands laid on Frankie’s shoulders. “Just have fun, be yourself and I’ll tell you if I don’t like something, okay?” A little of the tension in his shoulders left. You smiled warmly and leaned down to press your lips against his. His lips were soft, and he kissed you delicately, too scared to fuck up under Javier’s gaze. His calloused hand took place on your cheek. His hands were rougher than Javi’s, while the rest of him was all soft.

“Is this okay?” You asked as you took off his cap, revealing wild, brown curls. Your fingers went directly through his hair.

“Yes.”

You smiled and turned to Javi. “Javier, stop standing in the corner like a creep, and come here.” He chuckled lightly and approached your bodies, his chest pressing against your back. His big hands rested on your hips, and he brought you closer, leaving long kisses in your neck. Your eyes rolled in the back of your skull, and you leaned back on him as he held you firmly. Frankie got up from the bed to kiss you once more, this time with more confidence. His hand went higher than Javi’s, resting on the small of your waist.

“Is he kissing you well, hermosa?” Javier’s hot breath tickled your skin.

“Yes.” You breathed and turned your head to look at Javi. “He’s really soft.” Your lover’s lips met yours in a kiss full of his hunger. He didn’t think he’d be turned on by the situation, but you could feel it as he pressed his hips against the curve of your ass. Meanwhile, hesitating hands undid your work shirt, popping buttons open until your chest was exposed to the hot air of your bedroom.

From behind you, Javier helped Frankie take your shirt all the way off, the light fabric flying down to the ground. The two men worked together to get rid of the rest of your clothes, leaving you completely naked between them.

“Isn’t she so pretty, Morales?” Javier asked as he grabbed a handful of your breasts, making you squeak.

Frankie was hypnotized by your body and Javier’s big hands touching you. “Yes, she is.”

Eager to discover what was hidden under Frankie’s clothes, you helped him take them off, until he was left in his boxers. Behind you, Javier was getting rid of his own clothes without any shame. You pushed Frankie on the bed, and he laid down on your pillows, looking at the both of you with interest glistening in his big brown eyes.

You turned to Javi to give him some attention. Your hands trailed down his toned chest, passed the hair at the base at his cock, and you took his stiff member in your hand, pumping it a few times. His head fell back, and his mouth opened slightly.

On your bed, Frankie was palming himself through his dark boxers.

You gave a few kisses to Javi, a bit of softness. “Still okay?” You asked against his lips.

He nodded. “Doing this for you, hermosa.”

You nodded and gave him a warm smile. You then turned around to look at Frankie, bucking his hips against his hand, desperate for friction.

“Oh, pretty boy.” You cooed. “I’ll help you.” You kneeled on the bed between his opened thighs. You slowly slid down his boxers, his red and angry cock springing out. “So beautiful.” You praised, and you saw Frankie’s cheeks flushing at the compliment. You leaned down and licked his cock from the base to the tip. The man whimpered under you. While you were pleasing him, Javier pulled on your hips to raise your ass in the air and spread your thighs. His fingers slipped in the wetness of your slit, gathering lubrification to easily insert a finger in your hole. You moaned against Frankie’s cock at the intrusion, before taking the head of his cock between your lips. You sucked on it softly, coaxing moans from Frankie.

“I’ll be the first to make you cum tonight, hermosa.” Javi said, slowly pumping his finger in and out. “Then, I’ll show him how to do it.”

You could only moan in response, and Javier inserted another finger. He thrusted them in and out and you followed the same rhythm with your lips, taking as much of Frankie’s cock that you could. You felt Javier’s fingers curl and pleasure twisted your stomach. Your walls tightened around his fingers as he pulled a first orgasm out of you.

Javi’s hand grabbed on your hair to pull you away from the other man’s cock, and he pushed you against the bed, so you’d lay down.

“Do you wanna please her, Morales?” He asked Frankie as he looked at him.

“Please.” He breathed. Javier nodded and spread your legs with his hands, before taking Frankie’s spot. Your other colleague took place between your thighs and leaned down to kiss you sweetly. You grabbed on to his cheeks as you deepened the kiss, keeping him close.

“She likes to get eaten out. So you better fucking get to it.” Javier grunted, his back laying against the cushions, and lazily palming himself.

“O-Okay.” Frankie

The sweet man left kisses down every part of your body, until he got to your mound. He tentatively licked a stripe across your slit, and you hummed appreciatively, closing your eyes to appreciate the feeling. He flattened his tongue and concentrated his attention on your clit, pressing hard against it. Your hands went to his hair, tugging gently.

“Doing so good.” You praised.

Javier looked attentively at the two of you, waiting for the moment Frankie would screw up. But he seemed at ease between your thighs, licking and drinking until you were moaning softly.

“Touch her too, it’ll make her squirt.” Javier directed, turning his body to yours to caress your hair. You turned your face to him, kissing him hungrily and letting your moans die against his lips as Frankie did just that; easily inserting two fingers as he sucked on your clit.

Javier looked down at Frankie. “Curl your fingers. Like that. That’s it.” He murmured in a deep voice that made Frankie dizzy with want.

Frankie hit that spongey spot between your walls again and again, as his tongue circled your clit rhythmically. You cursed in a moan as a warning, and you gushed around his fingers, wetting the bottom of his pretty face.

Frankie slowly straightened up with a small smile. You caressed his cheek. “Good boy, you did so good.” You looked at Javi with a devilish grin. “Baby, want you to taste me on his tongue.” Javi didn’t seem pleased with the idea at all. “Please.” You added.

“I want it too.” Frankie finally said, flustered.

“Fine. But we’re never talking about this.” He sighed. Frankie leaned down and their lips joined. Javier seemed annoyed at first, but he let Frankie taste his lips. Javier could discern your sweet and familiar essence through the man’s saliva. You admired the two beautiful men kissing, feeling even more arousal building in your stomach. Frankie moaned against the DEA agent’s mouth before Javier let him go. The latter one wiped his mouth.

“Thank you.” You put your hand on the back of Javier’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He let your lips wash away the other man’s taste in his mouth. Javier then sat beside you, and you laid your head on his lap. He caressed your hair affectionately.

You pulled on Frankie’s arms to bring him closer, and once his body was over yours; you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Fuck me, pretty boy.” You said softly, as if you were scared of making him run away.

Frankie leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, always so soft. He didn’t seem used to casual sex, you noted. He took his time, and he was loving in every way. Seconds later, Javier’s hand grabbed the man’s curly hair to pull him away from your lips. Frankie moaned under his touch, cheeks red from embarrassment. “Are you gonna fuck her or not, Morales?” Javier asked, growing impatient as he stayed untouched himself, dick still stiff and angry between his legs.

“Perdón.” Frankie whispered, before circling his length with his masculine hand. He slowly invaded your walls, and you relaxed under Javier’s caresses on your hair and your breasts. You regular partner was playing with your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. He seemed to want to concentrate his dark gaze on your anatomy instead on the other man fucking you.

Frankie bottomed, hips flush with yours. You sighed happily. His dick was similar to Javi’s in appearance, but while Javi’s was longer, his was on the girthier side. Either way, it felt amazing. The military man also seemed more conscious about the hair growing on his body, the hair at base of his shaft neatly trimmed.

“Will you suck Javier while I fuck you, bonita?” It was the longest sentence that Frankie had said that night. And in that moment, you had wished he had spoken like this the whole time. The man started moving his hips slowly, trying to figure out how you liked it.

“Hmmm, yes.” Javier’s hand grabbed on your hair to pull your face flush to his dick. “You wish you could have that dick in your mouth, don’t you, Frankie?” You smirked as you looked to the side to see the man’s expression. The way his hips stuttered confirmed what you thought.

Javier pushed on your head to encourage you, and you took about half of his stiffness in your mouth. You didn’t have to do much work at this point, Javier’s hand was guiding you, while each thrust from the other man pushed the other man’s cock farther into your mouth. When you felt him hit the back of your throat, you breathed heavily through your nose and felt the tears prickling your eyes.

“You feel so fucking good.” Frankie groaned, picking up the pace. You moaned around Javi’s cock, spit sliding down your chin as you did so. Javi pulled on your hair to push you away, and he wiped your chin with his fingers.

“Stop, I don’t wanna cum yet, hermosa.” You nodded weakly and became easily overstimulated when Javi’s hand met your cunt, thumb circling your clit, as Frankie pounded into you without mercy. You moaned loudly.

“Alright baby, alright baby, give us another one.” Francisco said softly. They both coaxed another orgasm out of you, your walls chocking the man’s dick. “Fuck.” He groaned. “So fucking close.”

Javi’s hand slid up from your wetness, laying on your stomach to let you calm down.

“Be a good boy and fuck your cum into me.” You said, out of breath, as you pulled on the man’s curls to bring him closer. In a deep groan, Frankie’s seed erupted between your walls. You savored each drop that you felt, until he came to a stop and laid down on top of you. You kissed his temple softly, before pushing him away, knowing Javier was impatient to get his turn. Francisco rolled over and looked at you, half-lidded, as the DEA agent took his spot between your thighs.

“Still okay?” Javier asked, and you nodded with a smile.

“Fuck me, Javi.”

He pumped his angry cock a few times, before sliding easily between your walls, eased by your own juices and Frankie’s cum spilling out of you. He tried not to think about the other man’s substance and concentrated on chasing his end, already picking up a harsh pace. Frankie’s calloused hand caressed your cheek while you moaned freely under your lover’s thrusts. The DEA agent leaned down and supported his upper body on his forearms, fucking you deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Without a warning, you came again, starting to see stars behind your closed eyes.

“M’close, hermosa.” Javi alerted.

“C’mon, fill me up, Javi.” You straightened up a bit to chase his lips, all teeth, tongue, and no softness left. He obliged seconds later, also meeting his own end.

He cursed and slowly backed away from your body, heading to the bathroom to find something to clean you up. He was barely gone, and Frankie was already on his knees beside the bed, bringing your thighs closer to his face, so he could lick you clean. The tip of his tongue traced your hole, drinking every drop of cum he could find.

You were so overstimulated, it was almost painful, but you couldn’t rob him from tasting Javi’s cum on you. When Javier saw the two of you in this position, his towel fell to the floor, mouth hanging open.

“No need cleaning up now, I guess.” He said, slightly amused at the way Frankie was licking you up eagerly.

“Sorry.” Frankie shamefully said.

“It’s okay, baby.” You reassured him.

Minutes later, you were falling asleep on the messy bed, and Frankie was awkwardly picking up his clothes to leave. He dressed up completely under Javier’s severe gaze, the latter smoking a cigarette on the edge of the bed.

“See you Monday, Morales.”

“See you Monday, Javier.”

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autumnshighlady · 4 months

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This Is Me Trying

Cassian x Nesta

summary: It's been a few months since Nesta and Cassian have made things official, but things have only gotten worse for Nesta.

warnings: ANGST! slight inner circle slander, no happy ending, not super pro-Nessian

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this fic is based on 'This Is Me Trying' by Taylor Swift, also spot the Grey's Anatomy quote hehe. This fic is basically me working out my own relationship issues haha, so it was pretty emotional to write because I'm basically Nesta in this situation and it's rough. But I also truly think this is a more realistic version of Nessian than the one sjm tried to shove down out throats in ACOSF.

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Nesta sighed as Cassian’s arm squeezed around her shoulders, squishing her farther into him than humanly possible. He belted out a laugh at whatever Mor had said, a deafening noise next to Nesta’s ear. His touch felt like acid on her skin, and all she wanted to do was get away from it.

Nesta had been trying her hardest to communicate her feelings with Cassian, she truly had. But it was hard – everything she said seemed to leave his brain the second he was around the Inner Circle, like they were now. Nesta was at one end of the couch with Cassian to her right, and Elain on Cassian’s left. Feyre was sitting on an armchair across from them with Nyx in her arms, in Rhys’s lap, while Mor and Amren were perched on cushions by the fireplace. Azriel was sitting a bit behind Rhys and Feyre on a stool, quietly observing the scene. A couple hours ago, Nesta had pulled Cassian aside and explained that she was having an overwhelming day, and requested he not touch her for the night. She couldn’t explain why she felt that way – she tried, and nothing came out. All she wanted was some physical space from Cassian’s presence. The male had sworn he understood, and said he would give her space.

That had lasted all of 20 minutes into the evening before he slung his arm over her shoulders and pulled her body into his. He had failed to notice how Nesta froze, rather than relaxing into his touch as usual. She knew it wasn’t malicious, that he wasn’t deliberately ignoring her request. He had just simply… forgot.

And this wasn’t the first time she felt suffocated and trapped by Cassian. Guilt plagued her, knowing he truly didn’t mean to do it, he was just trying to show his affection. For a while, Nesta thought that the Cauldron had mated them under the premise of opposites attract. Cassian was extroverted and wore his heart on his sleeve, easily making friends and jumping into any conversation or group. Nesta was an introvert, preferring to mask everything she felt, both good and bad. She did not have that confident ease about her, nor did she feel inclined to befriend everyone she met or chat their ear off. She was perfectly content to be more like Azriel, sitting and observing rather than participating.

But maybe there was such a thing as people being too opposite for it to work out.

Nesta had felt like she was drowning in the Cauldron all over again, slowly being backed into a corner and suffocating under Cassian’s constant presence and need for her attention. Now that they were officially together, he was everywhere. Cassian had lightened his duties in Illyria to spend more time with Nesta, which only made it worse. At first she had found it sweet, but as the weeks passed it became more irritating.

Cassian was supposed to love her. Surely, someone who loved her would be able to understand her enough to know that this wasn’t what she wanted? He was always trying to find different things to do with Nesta, and it was beginning to get overwhelming. It hurt her heart to see how enthusiastic he was, how badly he wanted to make her happy. She was disgusted with herself for not feeling the same, for wanting to fight and pull away.

Her youngest sister’s voice brought her attention back. “Do you have anything to add, Nesta?”

Nesta blinked, not having heard a word of what was said. “To what?”

Feyre sighed. “We were just talking about building another home for me, Rhys, and Nyx in the mountains, since you and Cassian basically live at the House of Wind now. What do you think?”

The room was tense, everyone frozen as they awaited Nesta’s reply. If she was in a better mood, she would have chuckled inwardly. No matter what she did, no matter how many times she proved herself to them, the Inner Circle would always see her as a rabid monster waiting for a chance to lash out. Perhaps if it were another day she’d entertain them, just to show that she hadn’t lost her bite. But she had no energy today. “Sounds like a great idea.” She said simply.

Everyone visibly relaxed, relieved that Nesta hadn’t made a snide comment about how many houses Feyre and Rhys had, even though she wanted to. Cassian patted her arm proudly, as if to say look how much more docile and well-mannered she is now, thanks to me. Realistically, Nesta knew that wasn’t actually what he was thinking, but it sure felt like it. Only Feyre gave her a strange look, as if she could sense something wrong.

“So, Nesta,” Rhys said smoothly. “Cassian tells me you’ve gotten pretty good in the sparring ring.”

Nesta’s mouth was dry, the hot air from the room closing in on her. “I’ve improved, yes.” She managed a reply, earning another squeeze from Cassian that tightened her throat even more.

She hadn’t wanted to be touched at all tonight, yet he was doing it anyway without even thinking.

“It’s been a while since I’ve practiced, you could probably give me a run for my money.” The High Lord chuckled, taking a sip of wine.

Again, everyone anxiously waited for Nesta to challenge him, to cause a scene and ruin the evening for the group. It made her feel physically sick, how she felt like she was drowning all over again and not only had Cassian not noticed, but the Inner Circle seemed to like her better this way – a shell of the female she was before, a quieter version.

“I think Rhys is challenging you, sweetheart.” Cassian chuckled. “Go on, go kick his sorry ass.”

“I’ll pass, thanks.” Nesta said quietly, but it was too late. Mor and Amren had stood up, moving over to where Azriel sat in the back to clear the space on the large rug by the fireplace. Feyre had climbed off Rhys’s lap, too, taking Nyx with her and handing her to Elain as she joined everyone over by Azriel.

Rhys down the rest of his wine and stood up, pushing his chair back and wiping invisible dust off his sleeves. “Come on, Nesta. Show me what you got.”

The room began to close in on Nesta even more, the air stifling and catching in her throat like sandpaper.

“It’s fine, really.” Nesta insisted, but was interrupted by Cassian gently shoving her to her feet.

“My girl is gonna make you eat dirt, brother.” Cassian said as he pushed Nesta up onto her unsteady feet.

More cheers from the females by Azriel began to sound up, all urging Nesta to show off her skills. It should have felt endearing, and she should have felt more excited at the opportunity to punch her annoying brother-in-law in his face. But all she could feel was suffocation, like she was back in front of her mother’s cruel gaze being forced to perform for people that did not care for her. An object, a plaything to be used to entertain others then put back in its box when they were done with her.

“No.” Nesta’s voice was barely above a whisper, unheard amongst the loud cheers.

“Nesta, Nesta, Nesta!” Feyre and Elain chanted from the background, egging her on. But she was frozen, arms slack at her sides.

“Come on, Nes!” Cassian barked playfully. “You’re acting like I haven’t taught you anything. Come on, do it for me–”

“I said NO.” Nesta snapped, her sharp voice silencing the room as she whirled around to face Cassian. He stared at her, eyes wide with shock.

“It’s all in good fun,” He said, brows furrowed in confusion. “He won’t actually hurt you. Besides, when else are you going to get the chance to–”

Nesta cut him off, her anger bubbling over the surface like a volcano that had waited centuries to finally erupt. “What part of the word ‘no’ suddenly means ‘convince me’?” She demanded.

Nobody said a word. Disappointment was written all over Cassian’s face. Amren snorted in the background, her whisper pointedly loud as she said, “I guess some people will never change, even after being spat out by the Cauldron.”

Tears burned in Nesta’s eyes, but she refused to let them see. Wordlessly, she stormed past everyone, making her way to the door of the river house. She hadn’t even made three steps out into the street before it opened up again behind her, heavy footsteps crunching in the snow.

“What the fuck, Nesta?” Cassian demanded, grabbing her arm and pulling her back.

“Let go of me.” She spat, trying to rip her arm from his grip. But he only held on tighter.

“We were having fun, what’s wrong with you?”

“Cassian, let go of my arm right fucking NOW.”

The male glared at her, but obliged. Nesta yanked her arm back to her side, rubbing the now sore area. Annoyance seeped from the male as he ran a hand through his hair. “The night was going well,” He grumbled. “It was all going well until you made a scene. For once in your life, Nesta, can’t you just try?”

“This IS me trying!” Nesta shouted, his words stabbing her harder than any knife could. After everything she had opened up to Cassian about, how could he not see that she was trying her best? That she was trying to make him happy by going along with his obscure date ideas, putting on a happy face being dragged to dinner with the Inner Circle even though they basically locked her up after the war?

“Well you’re not trying hard enough!” Cassian’s words hit her like a truck. The tears she had been fighting to keep back began to stream down her cheeks like icicles in the frozen wind. “Fuck, I’ve tried to hard to convince my family to give you a chance after how you treated them. I’ve gone out out of my way to make you happy, and this is what you fucking do? We all try so hard for you, and you won’t try at all.”

Nesta couldn’t stop herself from flinching at his words. Her brain screamed at her to yell back at Cassian, to bring out those claws she spent the last few months trying to rid herself of. But she couldn’t. She was exhausted, tired of pretending to be as happy as Cassian was. It sucked the life out of her, chipping at her away piece by piece until she felt empty inside. Her old self would be ashamed of how submissive she had become.

Cassian sighed, rubbing his face, and taking a step towards Nesta. He held his hands out to hold her. “Nesta, I’m so sorry–”

He stopped speaking when Nesta took a step back, shying from his touch. His hazel eyes were filled with hurt and confusion, and she sighed. “Cassian,” She said slowly. “Did you not remember how I asked you not to touch me tonight?”

The Illyrian’s brow furrowed in confusion, then softened as the realization dawned on him. “Is that what this is about?”

Nesta sighed, another tear rolling down her cheek. “Not just that–”

He interrupted her. “I completely forgot, Nes I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you just tell me to fuck off?”

“Because I shouldn’t have to. You should have remembered to respect my basic wishes. You don’t listen to me, Cassian. You hear me, but you don’t listen.”

Cassian sat down on the steps by the door, wings drooping in sadness. But she felt no pity for him, only anger. He was the one who didn’t listen to her when she asked not to be touched, who ignored her when she protested sparring with Rhys, but he was somehow the victim too? It made her blood sing with anger. “I tell you not to touch me because I’m having a bad day, and you pull me into your lap like a dog,” She continued icily. “I tell you I don’t want to do something, and instead of respecting that, you try to force me to do it for everyone’s entertainment. You know damn well that Rhys has never liked me, and how he meant it when he threatened to kill me a few months ago. And yet you pushed me to try and fight him anyways.”

Cassian stared at the frozen ground. Nesta could practically feel his confusion, a raging sea of emotions written all over his face. The wind blew his hair into his face, a sight that Nesta would have found beautiful once. But now it only filled her with sadness. She had bent herself backwards trying to become ‘worthy’ of Cassian in his and his family’s eyes, cursing herself alone at night and thinking she was the problem. Cassian was an objectively good male – loving, affectionate, good in the bedroom. Any female would be lucky to have him, so why wasn’t Nesta happy?

The answer had been deep down inside her, trying to claw its way to the surface, begging for Nesta to acknowledge it. And then it washed over her one day – everyone was quick to assume that she was the one at fault in the relationship, not Cassian. And somewhere along the way, she had convinced herself of that too, pushing down her gut feelings for the sake of trying to make it work with the general. She knew that her words shot to kill when she was mad, and she often couldn’t stop them no matter how much regret they filled her with. But when Cassian had come along, she learned to hold her tongue, to push back those claws inside her. The issue was that in the process of doing so, Nesta had begun holding her tongue more often than needed, bearing the facade of a female submitting to her mate just like everyone wanted.

Nesta had finally been de-clawed, Cassian wearing her talons around his neck like a trophy. She felt like an open wound at every party, her former self slowly oozing out of the gaps in flesh Cassian had clawed from her. And the worst part was, everyone liked her better this way. But she felt the opposite of better, she felt suffocated and empty.

“I understand you are trying to push me out of my comfort zone,” Nesta continued through tears, swallowing the thick lump in her throat. “And I appreciate it because sometimes that is needed. But you’ve pushed too hard, Cassian.”

“I only wanted what was best for you.” Cassian said dully.

She scoffed. “And how would you know what’s best for me when you never asked me? What, you just assume because we’re together you have some sort of decision-making capacity over me? That you have any idea what’s going through my head, what I’m feeling, or even what I want?”

Cassian stood up, taking a step towards Nesta. She stepped back again, wanting to keep the space between them and not caring about the hurt that flashed across Cassian’s face. “I know you, Nes.” He said softly. “And I love you.”

“No, you don’t.” The wet spots on her cheeks began to freeze over in the cold wind. “You love the idea of me. You love being with me, having me by your side. But you don’t truly know me, Cassian. And you don’t truly love me. You just think you do.”

The hurt swimming in Cassian’s eyes churned into anger. “You’re kidding, right? So you mean the past five months we’ve spent together have been nothing? That I truly didn’t get to know you at all in that time?”

“You’re 500 years older than me, Cassian. Five months is a blink of an eye in your lifetime. So no, you didn’t truly get to know me in that time.”

Cassian scoffed bitterly, shaking his head. But Nesta continued. “The only reason you think you got to know me was because others forced us into each other’s proximity. I did not come to spend time with you on my own free will. And I was isolated from everyone and everything, except for you. In that time, Cassian you… you took something from me. You took little pieces of me - little pieces over time, so small I didn't even notice. You wanted me to be something I wasn't, and I made myself into what you wanted. And I let you, because I thought I could make you happy that way. But it will never happen again. I am done changing who I am to make myself ‘worthy’ of you.”

Nesta turned around, not waiting to hear his response as she strode down the snow covered cobblestone. There was no towering presence following after her, much to her relief. She did not go back to the River House, or in the direction of the House of Wind. Truthfully, Nesta had no clue where she was going, only that she was done letting herself fall apart to please people who would never love her for who she truly is.

#nessian #nesta x cassian #nessian fic #nesta archeron fic #nessian angst #acosf #acotar #nesta archeron #cassian #rhysand #feyre archeron #azriel #sjm

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Boston is the worst

And how we get into stupid game of compared morality that doesn’t actually exist

This moment got me thinking. A lot. Mostly something like “Sand, honey, are you okay?” but also about how it doesn’t make sense for Sand to say that. Like even Ray was like “Hmmm, babe, actually, no”.

And then I got it. It’s not about why Sand says it, it’s about why narrative implies it so often.

But why is it constantly implied by narrative that Boston is the worst? Not just bad, or shitty, but actually the worst of all of them? And I kind of feel that I got it. But first, let’s go through the whole list of Boston saying be gay do crimes and compare it to other characters. And yes, I know that all those situations and motivations were different. I understand that this is not the same situation playing out the same way every time.

1. Boston recorded Ray and Mew intimate moment.

So as Nick recorded Boston and Top and Top recorded Sand and Ray. And Drake’s character I forgot his name again did with Boston.

2. Boston shared it with Top.

So as Nick, Sand, Ray and Mew did with BostonTop tape and Mew did with TonDrake clip (I kind of get Ray a half-free pass in that cause in my opinion he was more a tool than active participant but I still remember him).

3. Boston manipulated Nick’s feelings for his own goals.

So as Mew did with Ray on several occasions, and Sand did with Ray that one time to hurt Top, and Mew did with Top and the whole using sex as a test thing. (Also Ray kind of tried it with Sand but Ray sucks at manipulation and failed miserably).

4. Boston slept with Top when Top was in a relationship with Mew.

So as Top probably (?) did with Boeing. And you know who also did this? Yep, Sand. With Ray. Who also was with Mew.

5. Boston chased Top against his will.

So as Ray constantly chased Sand since ep 2, and Top constantly did with Mew since they broke up. And Nick did with Boston at the Halloween party. And Atom now doing it with Boston.

(Honestly, the only normal reaction to that in my opinion was from Ton who was like fuck off to Nick and Atom. But it kinda worked for both Sand and Mew so good for them I guess?)

6. Boston took an advantage of Top on several occasions.

So as Ray with Mew - twice, Ray with Sand (seriously bro stop it) and Top with Mew (and yes, hugging your unconscious ex who can’t give his consent and who told you several times to fuck off is not okay, I’m sorry. Try to put yourself in Mew’s place - not cool)

7. Boston outed Ray’s personal information.

And so as Ray did to everyone in the bar, and Mew did with Top and Ton in the Halloween disaster party TM.

8. Boston gets violent with Nick.

And so as Sand and Top, and Mew with Ray, and Sand with Ray, and Ray with Boston, and Top and Ray, and Mew and Boston, and literally everyone to everyone except Nick who is apparently hippie.

9. We all know that Boston didn’t cheat on Nick, right? Their relationship was communicated pretty clear. But I’ve seen those takes so.

Yeah, Top and Ray both did it with Mew.

10. And don’t even let me start to talk about slutshaming and purity culture. Ton is constantly dragged down for his active sex life both by other characters (Mew, Cheum, Ray, Nick) and the audience.

And yeah, Top is the same, and Sand is the same, and they never told us about Ray but did you see that guy? He’s the same.

And what distinguishes Boston from others is that he actually always - since the very beginning of the show - owns his shit. He’s almost never remorseful (for now), because he knows who he is. Bitch and proud, I would say. And I believe that it’s actually the case - because it’s way easier to feel superior towards someone who’s not denying their wrongs.

And this is about characters, but also about the audience. Every week, whatever happens in the show, Boston gets his amount of hate. Ray was winning after episode 8, but somehow Boston was still there. Boston, who actually didn’t do anything since episode five. It’s nine episodes aired already, can we leave him alone, please?

Every character in this show does shitty stuff. And it doesn’t make any of them bad irredeemable people. It makes them complicated, and young, and stupid, but not evil. This is not the “who’s the worst” competition. But somehow, for whatever reason, Boston keeps winning it.

Because the audience kind of get used to it. Because he doesn’t look remorseful. And who cares that he was punished by narrative way more than once, right? That he is isolated from his friends group - the only friends he has, and we can see that it affects him. That he was betrayed by Nick who he trusted. That he was a victim on revenge porn not once, but twice. That he did his best to clarify his boundaries but still get the creepy stalker behavior both from Nick and now from Atom.

Why does he need to change his personality to get some level of understanding and compassion? Why is he’s the only one who doesn’t deserve it? Because he’s a slut. And a bitch. And a bad person. Because while we have Boston it’s so much easier to apologize whatever other character we want. Because while Bostons exist it’s way easier to compare ourselves with them and keep winning some moral high ground points.

Because instead of thinking about these characters as complicated and trying to understand the motivation behind their sometimes morally wrong and questionable behavior, it’s so much easier to brush it off saying “Well, at least they are not Boston”, right?

#ofts #only friends the series #only friends #only friends meta #only friends boston #can you say he’s my favorite character? he is #I’m so close to get a tattoo with leave Boston alone caption

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n/a: I'VE CHANGED THINGS AND I MIGHT'VE FOUND INSPIRATION after watching 'You' again, if my narrative seems like Joe's, so sorry, I am obsessed with the man. BARE WITH ME, much shorter chapter then the one before

You were running, feeling the sweat drops sliding down your face. Your legs felt tired, but you knew that if you stopped now, you’d likely collapse on the ground. Still, you kept increasing the speed on the treadmill, wanting to challenge yourself more.

“Are you done? We need to talk.” Jesse was beside you on another treadmill, but he was still, just leaning against it, watching you. You stopped the machine, gradually reducing the speed.

“I hope this isn’t bad news. I’ve had to put up with a lot from those two this week; I don’t plan on hearing from you that everything’s going wrong now,” you said before starting to drink water to hydrate your dry throat. The truth was, you had started frequenting the campus gym much more than before because it was unbearable to hear Ellie talk about Dina or see Ellie and Dina acting cute in the apartment.

Acting like it didn’t bother you was becoming a very difficult task, and there were times when you would simply cut Ellie off mid-conversation and lock yourself in your room. The next day, you’d have to lie about something. You couldn’t bear the thought that the small plan you had with Jesse would fail. You had been helping him with things like knowing where Dina was at any given time, if she was excited about some new show, if she had any other favorite candies, or to keep Ellie busy so he could have some alone time with Dina.

While Dina’s visits had been decreasing, you still saw her around the house. That wasn’t enough for you; she had to disappear from your lives.

“I’ve been thinking that maybe you should participate more too.”

“I already do. It’s not easy keeping them away.”

“No, I mean you should start seducing Ellie,” you frowned at his words, confused about what he meant. “I can win Dina back, but likewise, Ellie could give it a shot, as both are currently single and Ellie’s interest lies solely with Dina, I think.”

You nodded slowly, seeing the point of his words. You hadn’t thought about also having Ellie eating out of your hand; she had to desire you as much as you did her.

“Well, Ellie and I are going to my vacation home next weekend for Spring Break. I can try something there; we’ll be alone for two days before my family arrives.”

“I know. I have a date with Dina that and this weekend.”

“A date?”

“Well, she’s coming to my house to help me study,” Jesse clarified, handing you your bag. “Keep me informed if anything changes between you and Ellie.”

“The same goes for you” you grabbed your bag and waved him goodbye as you left the gym.

Whistling, you went through your phone, swiping insta stories ¡Bingo! They were on a date in some place so you had the house by yourself for maybe a couple hours. The bus took it’s time to arrive but the trip to the apartment was quick.

You were going to shower, sleep and maybe fantasize a little bit. You could wake up on a Saturday morning and start scheming from the very first ray of sunlight.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

And you did. Your whole week revolve around Ellie and being in her space more than anything, pleasing her, hanging out with her, making excuses just to have her by your side.

“I just need some help to prepare things for the trip” you would say declining the call of Dina on her phone while she was in the shower “I want to have a great time, I’m so tired of studying all my free time”

“I can help, yeah” Her voice sounded a little muffled because of the water running, you were mesmerized looking at her figure, at least, the shadow. “I just have to let Dina know, we’ve made plans, maybe you can tag along?”

You? Tag along? Why did it had to be you the one tagging along and not Dina? You huffed in annoyance.

“Can you pass me my towel?”

“You could always get it yourself, I’ve seen you naked before”

“I don’t want to wet the floor!” The water stop running and she popped he head and her arm, waving it so you could give her the towel. You were fast to leave the phone where she left it before, you threw the towel at her.

Sighs left your dry mouth as you remember. It’s been hard this week, so hard to balance cheer practice, studies, keep Ellie around, keep Ellie’s phone close, keep Jesse informed, keep Dina away, make Jesse inform you, stay pretty, stay consistent, don’t stop the motion.

The Friday morning, you were in the library, first time of the week that you actually spent time alone. Not fully since you met Jesse at first to talk about them and after collecting and exchanging information you went to the furthest table to study and concentrate in your work.

Now you were gathering your books and laptop because Ellie had sent you a message saying she was going home already, that she was going to pick you up, that you should be ready. You saw her at the door, but she wasn’t alone and seemed to be arguing with the other person.

With every step you took, you could see more of the other person’s face, it was Dina. They both fell silent the moment you opened the door and greeted them, Dina looked you up and down and turned her attention back to Ellie “Please don’t stop talking to me this week, we’re both angry about different things and it’s best if we calm down and talk another time”.

And with that she walked into the library bumping your shoulder on purpose, you opened your mouth offended and turned to Ellie “What is her problem with me? Just know that I’m holding back because it’s your something, but otherwise…”

“I don’t even know if we’re still a thing” she muttered grabbing your backpack and starting to walk “Come on, we need to pack our bags for the Easter trip.”

You nodded looking inside the library as Dina and Jesse seemed to be studying together while laughing, you couldn’t be happier. The plan was working, but it wouldn’t be complete until Ellie and Dina broke up completely.

When you got home, you went into your room and saw that your bed was full of clothes and your travel bag was almost full. You sighed as you got down to work and finished packing your bag and cleaning your room, once you finished you went into Ellie’s room only to find her lying on top of the pile of clothes. “What are you doing? We’re supposed to be out of here in less than two hours and I remind you that you’re supposed to drive there.”

“I don’t even know what to put in.”

“Ellie, you’re like an NPC, you always wear the same clothes, just put three pairs of trousers, five shirts, one pair of pyjamas and two swimming trunks, we’ll swap clothes if we have to.”

“I’ll pass, how about I stay here? I wouldn’t want to spoil your holiday with your family.”

“No way, you’re family too, my mother loves you as if you were her daughter, I’ll help you!”

‘Like a daugther soon to be in law’ you thought, pushing her to the edge of the bed and starting to look through her clothes to see what she could and couldn’t wear. It didn’t take long and Ellie took the opportunity to clean her room and prepare some snacks for mid-trip.

Soon you were both changed into comfortable clothes and inside the car ready for the journey. Oh, what a trip this one was going to be ¿Ellie and Dina upset with each other? The cream decorating the cupcake ¿You maintaining her occupied so she could barely have time to check on her phone and lose contact with Dina while Jesse did his thing? Cherry on TOP.

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yamahex · 1 year

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No Nut November: Finale

Summary: The End Is In Sight

Content Warning: 17+ Smut and Sexual Themes

A/N: This was supposed to come out on Thanksgiving but we ball. Had to make this part long for y’all. Tysm for all the love on this tiny series ily all🫶🏼

Today was finally the last day of this horrid month. Sweet sweet release would soon fall upon both you and Jack. All he had to do was get through this day, easy peasy right?

Currently he was fighting an internal battle. Although the two of you had engaged in a few sexual acts, neither of you had finished (not his choice).

The fact of the matter is he wanted to make you pay for the torture you put him through all month but he also wanted to finish it out. He made it this far, should he really let himself lose the bragging rights and praise on the last day? As far as he knew he was one of the only people in his friend group that made it to the end so he let that motivate him to “victory”.

You on the other hand we’re convinced that sometime today he would break. After that last interaction you knew he was just aching for you. But surprisingly he managed to avoid you all day. In fact he left you at the house alone after the small interaction you had in the afternoon.

“You better fill up on some electrolytes for later tonight. Cause I’m not going easy on you.” Your eyes rolled.

“Right… anyways the day is still young. Who knows you might just fail hours before.” He smirked at your statement.

“You’ll regret all that teasing soon enough.” And with that he left for the day.

Part of you thought he might have been mad about the teasing, which made you feel a just little bad. The other part felt it was exactly what he deserved since he wanted to participate in this stupid thing.

Jack didn’t get back home till around 11:50. He had decided earlier that day that if he wanted to win this challenge he couldn’t be in your vicinity for the last 23 hours. But it would all soon be worth it.

Just as you were getting ready for bed Jack entered through the front door and immediately made his way to the bedroom. Once he appeared in the doorway you smiled, having not seen him all day.

“You’re finally home-“

“Strip.” Your eyebrows lifted at his command.

With him not at the house all day you completely forgot about the challenge coming to an end. You looked over at the bedside clock, the time now reading 12:00 AM. You sighed realizing what that meant.

You seeming to ignore his command in that moment annoyed him.

“You thought I was kidding earlier??”

“No, I just-“

“Then I suggest you do as I say before my restraint runs thinner than it already is. I got a month worth of tension to take out on you, baby.”

There was a hint of cockiness mixed with that dominance you loved in his voice. You quickly obeyed leaving him with a satisfied grin on his face as he walked over to your side of the bed.

He brought his hand up to your cheek and stroked it lovingly while you looked up at him with pleading eyes. Throughout the month you were in control but that demeanor had quickly fallen in this moment, leaving you just as needy as he was; if not more.

A light gasp left your lips when he gently but firmly pushed you back against the bed, allowing him to take in the sight of your gorgeous body. It was almost enough to make his mouth water. He quickly lowered himself down to his knees to be inches away from your wetness. His arms hooked under your knees, bringing you closer to his mouth.

Despite him needing release he wanted to punish you with multiple mind blowing orgasms beforehand. So he wasted no time, and instantly got to work on you. The sudden pleasure caused you to moan out and you knew it wouldn’t be long before your orgasm approached due to the lack of attention and tension built up over these past weeks.

His tongue moved in fluid motions, making sure to hit everywhere you so desperately needed him to be.

“Fuck Jack, please keep going.”

Your moans were better than any melody he’s ever heard. He softly groaned against you when your hands tangled in his hair, lightly pulling against it.

Within minutes he had your thighs shaking against his head as you came. Nothing but euphoria filled your brain as you laid there trying to catch your breath. However Jack’s tongue never came to a stop and the sensitivity began to take over your body when his fingers came into play.

“Jack-fuck-baby I can’t.” Your pants got louder along with the noises caused by your wetness. He quickly brought you release again and again. Tears of pleasure began running down your cheeks and you were sure the sheets beneath you were soaked

Once he decided you had enough he stood up, wiping your essence off his chin. His hard demeanor quickly faded after seeing you like this and as he began to undress he reassured you.

“You’re doing so well for me, mama.”

Your breath staggered while you watched him move his body between your legs. He lightly rubbed his tip against you, causing you to shutter.

“Please Jack, I don’t think I can handle another one right now.” You spoke slowly.

“You can. Just relax.” His eyes never left yours as he entered himself. It took everything in him not to immediately pound into you, but he knew he had to build you up for that. A low moan left his lips when you tightened aground him.

“Fuck, I missed you so much.”

His hips began to have a mind of their own once he felt the almost foreign feeling of you wrapping around him. This was just so desperately what the both of you needed, never again would he neglect it. Jack’s eyes seemed to be focused on where the two of you were connected.

“God you’re fucking perfect, taking all of me like a good girl.”

It didn’t take long for your highs to approach; the feeling of his deep strokes hitting your g-spot caused your back to arch and the tightness of your clenching soon had him spilling his cum inside you.

Soft praises flowed off his tongue while the two of you tried to regulate your breathing. Slowly coming down from your orgasm, you realized he was still inside of you. You looked up at him, confused on why he hadn’t pulled out yet.

“Oh baby, we’re not done. You gotta make up for all the orgasms I’ve missed out on this month.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow smut

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nonotnolan · 2 years

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Our Deal

For a roommate that I’d found off of a Craigslist ad, I had to admit that I could have done worse than Hayden. The listing itself didn’t give me a good first impression-- asking for a photo reference prior to any sort of in-person interview seemed odd to me, and a few of the “interest compatibility” questions he asked felt like he was looking for a boyfriend rather than a roommate. Still, I didn’t have the budget to live alone right now, so I applied anyway.

Honestly, I’m glad I did. Rooming with Hayden was a life-changing experience, and that’s not something I would say lightly. My life had started to fall into a rut, but with his help, I was actually starting to get in shape. In a really weird, roundabout sort of way... but at least I was getting results.

“I was worried something had come up today,” I said, watching Hayden walk in through the front door. “You don’t usually spend all of Friday night out at someone else’s place.”

Hayden just laughed. “Nah, man, I wouldn’t want to change this arrangement for the world.”

It was an unusual arrangement-- one that shouldn’t have been possible-- but it was one that was beneficial to both of us. Hayden owned a relic that allowed him to swap bodies with a willing participant, which we used every Saturday afternoon without fail. Hayden spent the entire day at the gym, building up my strength, and I spent the day at home doing the chores that needed to be done. Not that I enjoy doing chores, of course... but I’d rather be cleaning than spending time at the gym. Hayden felt the opposite, so it worked out quite well for us.

Hayden pulled out the solid jade relic, a hollow tube that required each person to stand close enough that the tube formed a connection from forehead to forehead. It was the sort of thing that seemed like a dumb prank the first time around, but by now it was second nature.

“Have fun working out!” I said, watching my body grab the gym bag I’d packed this morning. Honestly, it felt like I was taking advantage of the guy-- neither of us were tidy people, so as long as I kept on top of the dishes, I didn’t even bother with any of the rest of the cleaning. Maybe once a month I’d pull out the vacuum, but that was about it. He spent all evening at the gym, while I spent maybe a half hour cleaning.

But hey, he still hasn’t complained about our deal. More time for video games for me.

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I had been skeptical about choosing Adam as my roommate-- I was hoping for someone who was a solid wall of muscle-- but there was something about his face that I found irresistible. He turned out to be pretty naïve and trusting, which is also a huge plus. I told him that I enjoy playing basketball at the rec center after I’m done working out, and the dope believes me-- as if I’m the type of person who spends three hours playing sports?

I keep waiting for him to figure out what I’ve been doing inside of his body, but so far he hasn’t said anything. I’ve been using his body for Grindr hookups, and he has no idea. He’s slender enough to appeal to some of the bears, yet hairy enough to dominate some of the twinks. His body really is fantastic for gay hookups, and it’s completely wasted on his hetero ass. I’m still waiting for someone to recognize him on the streets when I’m not inside of his body but... so far so good.

Today I feel like dominating some twinks, so I wash out his hair gel and try to get an intimidating selfie for today’s Grindr profile. I almost feel bad, taking advantage of the guy like this, but I’m not a complete asshole-- I always make sure to use protection. Not to mention the part where he’s getting muscle definition out of this. And hey, he still hasn’t complained about our deal.

#male body swap #gay body swap #casual body swap #selfish magic #roommates

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