#i haven’t felt so excited like this about fiction in i don’t even know how long

[querenciasturniolo]

same ⮕ m.s.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: swearing, crying, anxious thoughts, kissing

summary: nick gives you some much needed advice, and things don’t go according to plan

a/n: (part two to obviously) i wasn’t expecting the amount of love i got for obviously, and i was SO excited for this part two that i tried to get through all of my requests so i could focus on this. thank you, i had SO much fun writing this 💓 i hope i tagged everyone !!!

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

part one || part two

tags: @222-lia , @black-yn , @lvrsparadise , @gwenloremain , @athenalive , @mxriverse , @notmarnaa , @rainsoakedphoenix , @peter-knows-spiderman , @sunflowerchild27 , @strniolo , @jellybeanbby , @oneirophobic , @landryz , @umichlover , @ot5xhabit , @edensocool , @floofparker , @friedfirewagonhorse , @avamartino , @hoshhoshh

You didn’t answer the text.

You tried, you really did. You had ‘yes’ typed out and drafted, but as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You’d pick Nick up from the house, or he’d get an Uber, but you couldn’t step foot in there.

You’d never been one to run away from anything, especially when it could start conflict, but this was…uncharted territory. Matt didn’t text you again after that, but every time Nick saw you, he complained about how Matt was acting like a kicked puppy, and today was no exception.

“I just don’t understand why he’s moping around all the time.” He said, flopping down on your bed and groaning. You couldn’t take hiding this from him anymore, so you sighed and opened your phone, opening the text from Matt and showing Nick. He glanced over, his eyes scanning over the text for longer than it should have taken.

It was quite a few moments before he reacted, but after fully processing it, he shot up and whipped around to face you, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Why haven’t you answered him? It’s no wonder he’s all out of whack!” Nick exclaimed. You knew he didn’t mean it in a mean way, but it still felt like a jab to your chest. You groaned and grabbed a pillow, pulling it over your face to muffle your scream into it. You pulled it away and hugged it close to you.

“I don’t know! I can’t…I can’t bring myself to answer it. I want nothing more than to answer him. Like, if he feels the same way that’s great and we can go from there, but if he doesn’t but still wants to be friends, it’ll be awkward even when I do get over him and, fuck! I don’t know what to do.” You completely let everything out, all of the worry and stress and frustration towards yourself completely diminishing as tears pooled in your eyes and a choked sob left your lips.

The crazy thing was that you knew that your crying wasn’t because you were hurting or sad—it was just such a relief to finally get everything you’d been feeling off of your chest that your body reacted in the only way it could. Nick wasted no time as he pulled you into his arms and held you, letting you get it out of your system before saying anything else.

When the tears finally stopped and your breathing was even, Nick pulled away but kept his hands on your shoulders. His eyes were locked on yours, full of love and care.

“First, never hold anything in like that. I don’t care what the topic is, it’s not worth the pain of keeping it in.” He said, his voice soft but stern. You nodded and wiped at your cheeks. Nick sighed and looked down, pulling his hands to his lap and fidgeting with his fingers before he looked back up. “Second, you should talk to Matt. He’s the only person that can find a solution to this situation that will be good for the both of you. He is the one you should be telling your worries to, because he is the only other person that knows exactly how you are feeling.”

You loved and hated when Nick was right. You knew you could only avoid this without going completely insane for so long, and eventually you’d have to get over yourself and just talk to him, even if it didn’t go well. Regardless of the outcome, you grabbed your phone and finally sent the message, locking it and dropping your phone into your lap.

Nick’s smile was all of the reassurance you needed.

You’d been pacing in your bedroom since Nick left, each minute on your clock going up making your heart race that much faster. Matt had told you he was on his way ten minutes ago, which meant he should be walking into your apartment at any moment, and it was agonizing.

Waiting had never been your strong suit, and the torturously slow build up was the proof. You had decided against doing this a million times, telling yourself that he wasn’t coming and you should just text him nevermind, but then having to convince yourself that he was coming and that you needed to chill out. It was a vicious cycle.

The sound of him knocking on your door made your skin crawl, every atom in your body at attention as you walked through your apartment and hesitated before pulling the door open. Matt was standing there, his eyes darting from the floor to you when you gestured for him to come in. You led him to the couch and sat down, not a word spoken between you until you finally looked into his eyes and word vomited all over the place.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way, and it’s okay.”

Matt sighed and looked down. “Y/n.” He said, but once you start you can't stop.

“I just don’t want you to feel awkward and there’s this weird tension around every time we’re in the same room.” You said, Matt looking up with his mouth agape.

“What? Y/n—”

You dropped your head and looked into your lap. “I just hate the thought of losing you in any way, I just want you to know that it’s fine and I can get over this so you don’t have to feel wei—”

You were cut off completely when your head was lifted and Matt’s lips were on yours. Both of his hands were cupping your cheeks, his thumbs resting on your cheekbones. It was over soon before you could process it, your eyes opening when he pulled away to see him looking at you sternly.

“Would you shut up for a second?” He said, his voice tinged with the slightest bit of amusement. You nodded once, your wide eyes watching his every movement.

“Now, I want to say that you ignoring me sucked.” He started. You opened your mouth to apologize, but the look on his face had you shutting it completely and waiting for him to finish. “Thank you. It sucked, but it’s okay. I’m just glad that we’re talking now.” He said.You nodded as he sighed and leaned back against the couch. “Now that it seems I’ve made my feelings clear, I have some questions for you.” You nodded again, not fully able to speak yet.

“So, you like me?” He asked. You sighed, nodding reluctantly for the third time. You’d answer the next question out loud, once your heart had left your throat. Matt nodded and looked down, his cheeks pink. “For how long?”

You thought for a moment before scoffing—you couldn’t think of a specific moment. “How long have we known each other?” You asked humorlessly, Matt smiling and lifting his head.

“Where do we go from here?” He asked. You were staring at the pillow separating the two of you, pinching at it and removing nonexistent pieces of lint. You had absolutely no idea. You’d told yourself that you had to convince him that it was okay if he didn’t feel the same so many times, that you didn’t even think about what would happen if he did.

“I don’t know.” You said, finally looking up and meeting his eyes.

Matt was already watching you, his eyes soft and a faint smile on his lips. He hummed and pursed his lips, feigning being hard in thought. You chuckled, shaking your head in amusement as his face lit up.

“How about—we take it slow, and let things happen naturally? The only thing we know for certain is how we feel.” He suggested, your heart racing as you processed the possibilities. “And no overthinking, just go with the flow.” He said, your smile growing as you nodded.

“I can get down with that.”

#matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

[die-pink-maus]

A Weekend in Vienna 🇦🇹

While vacationing in Germany, Chantelle’s (OC) best friend, Adrian (also an OC), books an impromptu trip to Vienna to visit extended family. Chantelle decides to join her for the last few days of her trip, where she meets an interesting friend of Adrian’s family who offers to show the two around the city for the weekend🤭

TW: Pretty much none, not for this chapter anyway, but things will get 🌶️spicy🌶️ in the next parts. Also there is an age gap between OC and König, she is 25 and he is about 36-37.

CW: FemOCs, female pronouns used, while both characters are technically OCs please feel free to imagine them however you’d like, ultimately the main character is the reader, I just didn’t want to use “Y/N” so I gave them names 🙈

Word Count: 1,516

*DISCLAIMER*

This is my first time EVER writing any kind of fan fiction so please go easy on me 😭 if you like where things are going, likes and reblogs would be greatly appreciated! If you’d like to see anything in particular in the next part or part(s), I’d love to hear it!

This version of König is based on the above interpretation drawn by @lettaniko (I hope you don’t mind me using it! I absolutely love this drawing it’s perfect! 🫶🏼)

I like a nice build up to the smut so if you like to get right into it this is probably not going to be for you…but if you can wait I it out I promise it’ll be worth it 😂

Enjoy! 💋

7:30am. There’s approximately 30 minutes before my train departs for Vienna, and I still haven’t reached the train station yet. I scrambled as I dashed out of my hotel room, hoping I’d left the place in a somewhat decent state and I hadn’t forgotten anything valuable as got into the elevator. I’ve been exploring Munich for the past two weeks and I’ve been having the absolute time of my life. Although traveling alone can be quite scary, oddly enough, I’ve never felt more at home. Munich is such a vibrant city, filled with all kinds of exciting things to do and I’ve met so many incredible people, it’s definitely been the experience of a lifetime. To say that I am not looking forward to going back home to Vancouver would be an understatement, but all good things must come to an end. I’d spent about a year and a half learning to speak German, and promised myself that I would plan a trip in celebration of achieving fluency, so here I am! Now, Vienna wasn’t initially on my list of places to visit when I decided to come to Germany, but my best friend, Adrian, ended up booking a spur of the moment flight last week to visit extended family in Austria and suggested I come hangout with her during the last few days of my trip. Seeing as its only a 3-4hr train ride from Munich, I figured why the hell not! I’ve heard Vienna is beautiful, and Im at all not opposed to exploring another city.

Upon arrival at the train station in Vienna I was greeted by Arian, excitedly jumping up and down while holding up a large white sign that read “Willkommen in Wien, Schlampe!” I rolled my eyes and shook my head, laughing as I got off the train and ran over to her, tackling her in a tight embrace as she laughed hysterically. “Did you have to let the whole station know that I’m a bitch or…?”

“Honestly, they should’ve known the moment they saw you.” She said jokingly. “How was the ride over?” She asked.

“Amazing, I haven’t slept that well in years. It also didn’t feel like a 4 hour train ride.”

“Trains in out here are quite quick so I wouldn’t be surprised if it somehow took less time. They definitely shit on the ones we have back home.”

“Oh for sure.” I agreed as we began walking over to the car.

“So a family friend of ours just came back from a mission in the states, he’s in the military bee tee dubs —“

“Yeah kinda pieced that together when you said ‘mission’.” I chuckled.

“I don’t drive out here so he’s gonna give us a ride back to my aunts, cool?”

“Sounds good.”

“He’s also a lot more familiar with Vienna than I am, so he offered to show us around a bit later on this evening.” Aw how nice of him. Knowing Adrian, the first place she’ll want to be taken to is the nearest bar, that girl can drink! If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my time in Germany, and my 10 years of friendship with Adrian, it’s that Europeans love their liquor. There are people from all parts of Europe in Germany and that’s one thing that remains quite consistent across the board. I also love my liquor, which is probably why I ended up fitting in so well.

We finally arrived at the car and opened the trunk to begin loading all of my luggage inside. I’d brought a small carryon suitcase, a duffle bag, as well as a large suitcase that was full of clothes I’d over packed from home, and a bunch of other clothes and souvenirs I’d bought in Munich. “Okay this one’s gonna be a tad heavy.” I warned as Adrian grabbed hold of the handle on the top. I reached forward to try to help her lift, but neither of us could manage the weight. “I got it.” His voice was low, but gentle. He had an accent, but it wasn’t overwhelming or harsh, nor did it make anything he said hard to understand. I wasn’t expecting to see the person I saw when I’d finally caught a glimpse of him…I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man like this in my entire life. Adrian and I stepped back as he grabbed hold of the suitcase, lifting it with absolute ease, as if it were light as a feather. His arm muscles bulged within the confines of his olive green long sleeved shirt as he tossed the suitcase inside the trunk. My heart began to race, It felt as if I was watching him move in slow motion. “Easy peasy.” He smirked as he turned around and looked down at me, his dazzling dark blue eyes awash with amusement at Adrian and I’s prior struggle. Jesus Christ…This man is an absolute unit. He’s gotta be at least 6 foot 7, if not taller. He’s incredibly easy on the eyes in a rough and rugged kinda way — a nice low trimmed beard, medium length dark brown hair, and a smile that is captivatingly dangerous to say the least. His presence alone exudes a confidence that causes me to grow weak in the knees. “I’m König,” he smiled knowingly as he stretched his hand out towards me. I know I’m definitely not the first woman to look at him the way I am. Even though I’m trying to keep my composure, it’s very clear that he can see right through it. “And you must be Chantelle?” He asked, eyes slowly roaming about my frame from head to toe. He bites his lip slightly as they return to my gaze, suggesting so much without saying any words at all. “I — yes.” I blushed, sheepishly brushing my hair behind my ear as I shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.” He said. “Oh yeah, König Chantelle, Chantelle König.” Adrian yelled from the backseat. He laughed and shook his head as he closed the trunk.

We arrived at Adrian’s aunts house about 45 minutes later. König helped us load all of my things into the foyer before letting us know he’d be coming back in a few hours to take us out to this bar that he and a few of his buddies on his task force frequent whenever they’re home. I’ve been thinking about him ever since he left — those mysterious blue eyes, the way he slightly bites his lower lip just before laughing at something ridiculous Adrian has said, the way his arm muscles swell beneath his shirt with the slightest movement…God, he’s sexy. I could think of a million different ways I’d want him to ruin me. The thought alone of being trapped beneath his large brawny frame writhing in pleasure as he thrusts into me over and over has me clenching around nothing. Though I’m not usually one for a one time fling, I have a feeling he’d be able to convince me. “So, you wanna tell me what all of that was about?” Adrian asked as she helped me settle into the guest room. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Since when are you a shy girl?” She giggled. Sigh. I figured she was referencing my unusual silence during the car ride over here. “He’s hot as fuck but I’ve never seen you like that before.”

“Ugh!” I groaned as I covered my face with a pillow. She’s right. I’m not very easily intimidated. I’m quite the confident woman and I ensure everyone in the room knows it, but this was different. Almost as if our energies were fighting for dominance, and mine didn’t stand a chance. “Hey if it’s any consolation, my jaw dropped the first time I saw him without his mask too.” Mask?

“Mask?” I asked.

“Yes…the last time I was here he was on base training recruits, so I’d see him often in full tactical gear. He’s a snipper, so he wears a mask to hide his face in the field. I mean, that was hot too, but in a Ghostface kinda way”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the comparison, but I was curious to see what his entire ensemble looked like. “How old is he?” I asked.

“I think he’s in his mid to late 30s? I’m honestly not too sure, and it doesn’t matter to me either way.” She winked. “I was sensing some unspoken vibes between the two of you in the car though. Don’t think I didn’t see both of you stealing glances at each other every now and then.” She smirked.

“Stop,” I scoffed. “A man like that is definitely not single, and even if he is…I don’t know” I blushed. “I didn’t see him looking at me..”

“K well I see everything, he definitely likes what he sees, and clearly the feeling is mutual on your end as well. Looks like tonight will be interesting.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen, Adrian.” I laughed as I rolled my eyes. Nothing’s gonna happen…right?

PART II 👉🏽 A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: PART II

PART III 👉🏽 A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: PART III

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[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔

so, I saw something similar on tiktok and wanted to write it, credits to the person who came up with it.

summary - being a new member of the largest superhero team, you'd think that things would go well, but everything is revealed when christmas rolls around.

warning - angst.

the gif and header I use isn't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

It was rare for the two teams to merge, but every December around Christmas time they would, and with you being the newest member of the Avenger gang. This would be your first-time celebrating Christmas altogether. You watched curiously as they all hung large socks along the fireplace, happy chatter filling the air. “What are those?” You tilt your head.

“Stockings.” You look at Natasha as she replies, “It’s a Christmas tradition where you put small presents inside the stockings of those you care for.” You nod, and your eyes light up. 

“Oh cool!” For the rest of the day you intently listen and observe to pick out the perfect things for them, and over the course of the next few weeks. You slowly begin to fill their stockings, your eyes would fall to yours and notice how empty it looked. But you had hope, there were still a few more days till Christmas and maybe they just haven’t gotten around to it yet. Except Steve walks in and you notice his hands are full, and how he puts a gift for everyone but you. It was as if you were invisible because he didn’t even look at you. “Oh…” 

You continue to splurge and buy everyone things they like, in hopes that you were wrong about them. You skip out of your room on the big day, excited for your first Christmas. When you enter the room, you notice everyone going to their stockings before their presents and expressing happiness with the items they received and with your own excitement, you head over to your stocking and it feels as though the world has stopped. Your stocking was still empty, you finally realised you really meant nothing to the team. You didn’t blame the X-men for not putting anything in because you had only just met them, but your own team? It hurt, you could feel the tears beginning to brim. 

You quickly blink them away before sitting down next to Jean and give her a soft smile, making sure to keep your emotions away from your face and thoughts. “How are you liking it here?” You gnaw on your bottom lip, turning your gaze to your team handing out their presents. 

“I don’t mind it, how about you? I heard this is your first Christmas?” You could see the questions lingering in her eyes, because anyone would question how you could never have a Christmas, but she never completely asks. 

You nod, “Yes, yes. It’s my first and I don’t know… It’s not what I thought it would be.” You stare off, not receiving any presents alongside the stocking. “I’m uh… I’m just going to go for a walk, I don’t feel so good.” You force a smile and get up, heading outside before you could break down in front of everyone. Once you head outside, you break down. You felt like you’d rather be back where you came from. At least your enemies didn’t forget about you. 

“They are all jerks.” You jump as you hear a gruff voice from behide you, you turn, locking eyes with the one and only Wolverine, a cigar between his lips and his eyes harshly set on you. “Not much of heroes when they brag about it every two seconds.” He pushes off the wall and moves closer to you, something catching your eye as the moonlight shines on his hand. 

You look and tilt your head, wiping your cheeks roughly, “What’s that?” Your mouth falls open when he pulls up a cute stocking decorated with glitter, filled to the brim with a small wrapped present resting at the top. “It’s so cute! Whoever it’s for is very lucky.” You give a soft smile, knowing no one would ever get you anything.

Logan shakes his head. “It’s for you, sweets. Those guys are arseholes, they don’t deserve someone as sweet as you on their team.” You feel your breath hitch as he growls, “Open it, honey.” He hands you the stocking and present, leaning against the wall and puffing on the cigar as he watches you open everything.

You gasp, “Oh my god! This is so beautiful, thank you!” You look at him with tears in your eyes as you open the present on the top, a small adorable wolf necklace sits inside the box. You move closer, awkwardly wanting to hug him but not knowing if that will cross a line. Logan raises a brow, placing the cigar between his teeth as he opens his arms. You launch forward and wrap your arms around him, not knowing how to express the feelings that are bubbling up inside. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, darlin’, now why don’t you look inside the stocking. I had Jean and the other women help choose what we thought you’d like.” You look shocked, wondering why a team that wasn’t yours would care more for you than the one you are currently in. Logan reaches up and wipes a tear that falls down your cheek, “We take care of our own, Y/n.” 

Your bottom lip juts out as it wobbles, and you slowly reach inside, sobs escape you as you find everything you like and some new things you’ve wanted to try. “Oh my god…” You feel like you are loved and wanted, but then an overbearing sadness erupts throughout you as you realise that you are stuck with people who don’t want you. 

“That is not true, Miss L/n.” You turn and notice the whole X-men team are there, giving you soft smiles. “I have ordered for your things to be transferred. As Logan said, we take care of our own and you, Miss L/n are one of us.” 

All you could utter are the words thank you. Maybe your first Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.

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[greg-montgomery]

i wrote something inspired by that dream scene from “route 66” but it’s reader in aaron’s place.

i kept it kinda vague…it could be that aaron was your boyfriend who is now dead or that aaron is who he really is, a fictional character. your choice. either way he stays the same age.

angst 🫡

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Hi, sweetheart. I saved you a seat.”

“Aaron?”

He stood up tall and gorgeous, dressed up as if he was your date to a ball. His hand reached out to you and you grabbed it without a second thought.

It felt warm and real, but even after giving it a squeeze, you still knew it wasn’t.

“Come to me.”

You, of course, did.  

“You look different,” he said once you sat down. His large hand cupped your cheek and you nuzzled against it, savoring the moment; knowing it could very well be the last time you had the chance to do it. “You’ve grown.”

“You haven’t,” you said and the realization broke your heart. “I miss you.”

“I know.”

Staring into his eyes, you wished for the moment to never end. You only wanted to drown in that feeling of peace and safety forever. But he took his eyes away from yours, redirecting his attention to the big screen in front of him.

“Oh look, it’s starting!” he said, seemingly excited for the movie you were about to watch.

Instead of the face of a famous actor though, you saw your own self moving across the screen. Moments of your life; you at home, you at work, you alone or with friends.

“Look how beautiful you are,” he said admiring you.

Where you saw sadness he saw beauty; you loved him for it.

“Who is that?” he asked, hitting you playfully with his elbow.

“Just a boy.”

“I think he likes you.”

“He’s not you.”

And even if he was, he would never love you the way you wanted to be loved. The way Aaron did it.

“It gets hard,” you spoke again. “And I’m alone. When it gets too much, I think that if you were here I wouldn’t be afraid.”

“I am here. You just can’t see me. I’m proud of everything you do.”

With that he brought his lips on yours, kissing you more gently than you’d ever been kissed before.

“I need to go now,” he said when your mouths parted. “I’m sorry.”

“No, please don’t leave,” you begged him, a few tears escaping from the corners of your eyes.

Aaron was quick to catch them with his thumb, rubbing your cheek as he spoke to you softly.

“I have to.”

“Then I wanna stay with you. I don’t wanna go back,” you asked with a broken voice. “Please.”

“We can’t always have it our way, sweetheart,” he scolded you. But his tone was loving, not tough.

You had no choice but to accept that you had to let go. “That’s unfair.”

“I know.”

You sighed and your gaze dropped to the floor, so he took your chin between his fingers and forced you to look at him. “There are people back there who care about you, you know.”

You nodded at his words, and that earned you a proud smile. Aaron opened his arms and you gladly got lost in them, melting entirely in his embrace. Holding him as tight as you could, you silently begged that the moment you’d wake up would wait just a bit longer.

#aaron hotchner x reader #hiding in the tags 🙈 #yes i am seeing a therapist don’t worry 🙏🏻 #lmfao #i’m embarrassed posting this #i’m afraid people will think that i take him too seriously and it’s not that deep #but i’m feeling really sad today and this helped #‘ceilings’ really hits with this fic btw #hotch 🪐

[xhdream]

treat it like it’s yours (18+)

from ─ ⋆ dinna’s holiday special *ੈ✩

pairings: junhan x fem!reader

genre: smut wc: 4k

summary: your fuck buddy wakes up needy on christmas morning and invites you over, because he prefers your hand over his own, leading to a few broken rules and you ditching family gathering

contains: switch!reader, idol!junhan (or solo rockstar if u prefer it’s not specified), friends w/ benefits trope, explicit language, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (m), oral sex (m), dirty talk, pet names, choking (m/f)

a/n: please, keep in mind english is not my first language, i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes

There are rules that come with having a fuck buddy.

You don’t talk about your dating life, you see each other only on the weekends; they usually depend on the person you’re sleeping with. But most friends with benefits have them, you and Hyeongjun weren’t an exception, especially after his singing career skyrocketed this year.

But now, as you ring the bell waiting for him to open the door, you come to the conclusion that you need to add one more to the list.

No nudes on Christmas.

When the door of Hyeongjun’s apartment opens you’re instantly welcomed by his smirk, that resembles the pride he feels by the fact he persuaded you to ditch your family breakfast.

“Couldn’t wait to see me, huh?” He skims your figure up and down after locking the door behind you. The outfit you have going on - pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt under your coat - proves you left the house in a hurry after the call, and that makes his grin grow even bigger.

“You were begging so much I would have felt bad if I had to make you wait any longer.”

The satisfaction of his win is written on his face, but it still couldn’t hide the exhaustion from the continuous long nights spend in the studio.

You leave your keys along with the bag in which you’ve brought actual clothes to change into later, and as you’re still in the hallway Hyeongjun takes your hand, spinning you around to face him.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, placing his warm fingers on your jawline. “I’m serious, thank you so much.”

You missed hearing his husky sleepy voice these two and a half weeks you haven’t seen each other, but that’s a dangerous thought for your mind, so you push it away the second it pops up.

He doesn’t give you a chance to say much. Instead, he presses your back against the wall in the narrow hallway before smashing his lips against yours. He separates them right away only to moan into your open mouth showing clearly how impatiently he was waiting for this moment. Your tongues clash together, devouring each other’s taste until Hyeongjun pulls back just enough to let you catch your breath.

Two seconds later he leans in for your lips, but you hold him back by pressing a hand to his chest.

“You woke up very needy today, Hyeongjun.” Your fingers tug on the loose fabric of his graphic tee to control the urge to just strip it off his body. You could feel his excited heartbeat against your palm before moving it lower to his waist. “Was it really so urgent it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

You gasp playfully when you rub the contour of his bulge. It’s hard as a rock, and you can feel it so clearly, because he didn’t put effort into wearing any underwear under his sweats. You grab the shape with your hand which causes him to humm approvingly.

“I’m done waiting, Y/N…” He leans with both hands on the wall behind you, and you can see his facial features contorted from his needs. “Need you now… please.” His plead comes with a hip thrust against your hand, searching for any kind of friction.

“Get on the bed.”

He smiles at your command, and heads to the bedroom which is a mess, because he woke up not too long ago. You follow after him, entering the space that after so many months you know like the back of your hand. Everything looks the same, but also slightly different, and you can’t really tell why.

He leans back on the headboard of the bed, watching you crawl up to strip him off of his pants. Too cautious not to interrupt or slow down any of your movements his hands hang in the air.

You haven’t even done anything yet and his lips are already parted from excitement. The head of his cock is flushed with a tip oozing of precum, that tempts you to stick out your tongue right away. When you finally taste it, Hyeongjun cusses through a satisfied grin, that you couldn’t look away from.

“Don’t be a tease, baby,” he sighs blissfully, placing both hands behind his neck.

You give his tip a soft kiss, then one more, before twirling your tongue.

“Thought you like it when I tease you.” You look up at him, caressing his thighs. The new subtle contact of your playful tongue makes him hiss through teeth.

“Not when I haven’t felt you in weeks, I miss you.”

You look away, trying to repress the emotions that his words bring inside your chest; that force you into thinking that maybe after all this time they’ve started having a more deeper meaning than just dirty talk.

Hyeongjun follows the corners of your lips moving upwards into a half-smile. He realises that he really likes it when you come over not wearing any makeup, and the only things painting your face are lust and the mess he creates with his cock.

“Take it in your mouth, please baby, please..” he utters after he feels your fist going around his erection. “All of if.”

Your lips stretch to finally wrap around him. His body stays still, as you slowly go lower aiming to press against his pubic bone. Long and deep breaths fill the air around you while you hold for a few seconds, allowing your spit to dribble down, before moving onto bobbing your head.

“Ahh, fuck-“ Hyeongjun buries one hand in your hair wanting you to keep up the nice pace of your sucking exactly as it is. “Feels so nice, mmm..” His palm presses against your head for even deeper reach into your throat every time you get close to his lower tummy where a tight knot starts to form. He wants to see your hollowed cheeks, so he decides to take all of your hair in a loose ponytail to expose your face. “God, you have no idea how much I missed your mouth.”

He lets go when you pull back to breathe in deeply. Your thumb massages the sensitive spot of his red tip, as your fist now replaces your mouth.

“We’ll have to think of some kind of punishment or something,” you say, trying to distract yourself from his talking after you spit on it for even bigger mess. “Today marks the third time we break a rule, we shouldn’t get used to it.”

“You mean you broke a rule,” he manages to grunt past his moans before shutting his eyes. The stimulation builds up more and more, causing him to tug on the sheets.

“Yeah, but you manipulated me into it, the blame is on you too.” You trace your tongue on the side of his throbbing length before asking. “Was it necessary to send me your dick when everyone around me can see?”

“Y-you… fuck-“ He stops, glancing at the gentle motions of your fist attached around the head of his cock. Your thumb keeps going over his leaky tip and that drives him nuts. “As if you didn’t lie that you’re not coming over just to make me beg.”

You take a peek at his amused expression, while forcing your hand to twirl around his member in an infuriating speed.

He wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t right either.

At first you refused to come, because it’s time for you to distance yourself from him. Nevertheless, deep down you had hopes that he will call you back begging, and for better or worse - that’s what he did.

“Fine…” Hyeongjun lifts up his head from the cushion, panting with the urge to release the pressure as soon as possible. “I’ll take the punishment for you, just make me feel good, baby, please…”

You reply only with a smile, as you stand up from the bed, cause you actually don’t mind his offer. You can really use the opportunity to make him stop talking to you all of these things you couldn’t bare listening to right now. You get rid of your pajama pants and slip down your panties, pushing them inside his mouth.

He throws his head back, stretching his lips to take as much as he can from them. The spark that glows in his captivating gaze catches your attention, and you maintain eye contact as you fill his mouth with the colorful lace.

After you kneel between his legs, you reach with one hand to lift him up from his back by gripping on his shirt. His eyes widen with surprise from your rougher action that also makes his drenched cock twitch seconds before you grab it.

“That’s so sweet,” you begin to work your fist around it, spitting some more. “You’ll do anything just to get your dick sucked.”

Hyeongjun looks down tempted from the thrilling way you use it to press against his flesh; the hypnotising way you slide it up and down, creating lewd noises. As your hand doubles its speed, his chest begins to rise rapidly, but the fabric in his mouth represses his moans, turning them into muffled whimpers.

“Should we make you cum now?” You bite on your lip, suddenly slowing down, causing his legs to shift irritatingly around you.

After he coats your underwear with a husky groan as a yes, you return to jerking him off through a gradually growing pace. You lightly wince, not expexting his hands to land on your thighs, gripping your skin. The force he uses to squish on your flesh, as he bares the hot rush that’s about to burst, turns you on, but not as much as his limited ability to be vocal.

“So close, aren’t you?”

You decide to take things a step further and wrap your free hand around his neck. The arousing sound that loosely escapes him as a result brings you such a sweet thrill, you immediately question yourself why you’ve never tried choking him before. He keeps growling desperately into your panties, and you can feel the vibrations against your palm. You squeeze some more to feel them even clearer, making yourself more wet at the same time.

Hyeongjun rolls his eyes back, and for a moment his whole body freezes before convulsing from the overwhelming climax, that washes over him only seconds later. The creamy white essence spills all over him, and down at the bedsheets as the relief settles into his body.

After he releases everything he’s got, he spits out the underwear into your hand, and kisses you deeply on the lips before falling down on the mattress.

“No one does it like you.” He mumbles with his eyes closed, sounding even more tired now.

You go find your bag, and begin to change your clothes in silence. Hyeongjun is still resting on his back with his head tilted to one side, as you get ready. After some time of you walking on your tiptoes, thinking he’s drifted off to sleep, you find out he’s awake, because he calls out to you.

“What’s going on?” He notices the dark colored dress that wraps around your silhouette tightly, and then your hands that clap an earring to each of your ears. “Are you leaving already?”

“Yeah, I have a date.”

“A date? What date?”

“With… someone.” You carefully choose your words, not really sure how to go about it. The only thing you’re one hundred percent certain about is that you shouldn’t turn around to face him, or you will never actually say it. “I think he wants to make it official.”

Hyeongjun’s mind is still foggy, and it takes him some time to realise the heaviness of your words; the unusual seriousness in your tone that speaks them out.

On fucking Christmas? Of course.

“Do you want him to make it official?” He asks.

You shrug. You haven’t even asked yourself this question yet.

“Come here, Y/N.”

“I-I told you, I have to go now, or I’ll be late.” You attempt to sound firm as best as you can.

You hear some movements behind you, but you still can’t find the strength to face him.

“Y/N, don’t make me repeat myself.”

You walk towards him, and find him sitting on the edge of the bed. The moment you look into each other’s faces you realise the mistake you’ve made. You had the perfect opportunity today to finally end this; after two and a half weeks of not seeing each other you just began to think less about him, and from tomorrow that’s going to be harder to achieve than ever.

“You didn’t had makeup on when you got here,” he points out, caressing your left thigh with his hand.

“I was in a hurry,” you reply, gaining back your friendly casual tone. “You sounded desperate, babe.”

“Did I?”

You feel his gaze starting to feel warm and heavy on your skin. Was it foolish of you to think that he’s never looked at you like this before?

His slender fingers slide under the hem of your dress, but you don’t dare to look down.

You want him more than you want to admit. But even if there was a chance… what was your relationship going to look like? You constantly waiting on the phone up all night, counting the days to spend one weekend with him until he slips away from you again.

“You look so gorgeous.” Hyeongjun drops his hand down your leg, brushing the back of your knee with fingertips. As he captures all of your beauty, at the back of his mind he cannot block the thought of how infuriating it would be to give it up to someone else; even when that’s the right thing to do. “Don’t go.”

“Hyeongjun…” Your hitched breath slips from your glossy lips, and he loves how it makes his name sound even more enticing.

“I’m not done with you,” he cuts you off even before you got the chance to open your mouth. “Get on your knees for me.”

You settle down between his legs just to notice his half-soft cock starting to twitch from a new erection.

“Does he know you’re here?” His hand moves some of your hair behind your ear before cupping your face gently.

“No.”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes for too long, and you lean with your cheek into his palm, shifting your gaze.

Soon enough he lifts your chin up, forcing you to look up while two of his fingers go through your lips. The rush of arousal he instantly feels as you make the next step of moving forward to suck on as much as you can from them completely gets him hard, and he tells you to join him on the bed.

And that’s what you do.

Your head drops on the cushions where he laid down earlier, and he swiftly gets on top of you, moving up until his knees reach your shoulders. He removes his shirt before taking his cock and guiding it to your mouth. The second you give him a small entrance by separating your glistening lips, he shoves it all the way in one quick motion.

You didn’t expect it, so you yelp from surprise, but the sound gets lost from his dick filling your entire mouth. You press your flat tongue against his skin, as his tip gets lost in the warmth of your deep throat.

He groans weakly, watching your pretty eyes through your fluttering lashes, and your brows knit together, as he pulls out half of his length only to push every inch back inside.

His hips move back and forth a few times, but suddenly stop when he scoffs above you with a sharp smirk, emptying your mouth.

“It’s not wet enough, sweetheart.”

It’s wet, it’s just not as much as he likes it.

While he lets a thick string of spit fall from his tongue, you take the time to gather some of your own. You lift up ready to take it, but Hyeongjun completely dismisses you.

“Don’t,” he sticks his fingers into your open mouth, pushing you back into the cushion. “I’ll do it myself, baby.”

Your throat quickly begins to burn from his intense thrusts that make the head of his cock hit it with force. He moves his body just like he does when you take him from behind - same speed, same wild emotion. It causes you to clench around nothing, and wet your second pair of underwear.

Hyeongjun doesn’t show his rough dominance often, at least not to you, but every time he does, it’s like you fall in love with him all over again.

You start to gurgle in defeat, but the lewd erotic sound in addition to the arousing vibrations provokes him more; your nails stab the skin of his thighs, but the pain motivates him to do three more pushes before he lets you breathe.

“Holy shit—“ he groans, panting from the high stimulation.

His hazy eyes don’t leave you out of sight, as you struggle to normalise your breathing. He reaches for your face, as he hovers over you, spreading the drool that’s running down your chin all over your swollen mouth.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” He bites his lip, enjoying the look of your makeup beginning to blur. “Now I can cum.”

After you nod, gripping on him with both hands, you sense his orgasm creeping up from the way he throbs between your hollowed cheeks, and his voice breaking in the middle of his wails that disappear into the hot thick air.

Your eyes well with tears, and you cannot do anything except let them stream down your cheeks while you try your best not to gag, and think about the soreness in your jawline.

Just when you feel like you cannot do this anymore Hyeongjun pulls out, eager to orgasm on your face. You fight for breaths under his weight while his warm seed sinks into your flushed skin.

He keeps your head steady by holding your throat, making sure everything lands where it belongs. Your makeup is now completely a mess - black ink running down along with his white fluids sticking everywhere.

To him, you’ve never looked more beautiful.

You manage to slowly open your teary eyes after you feel him gather some of his release from your chin in order to give you a taste.

You close your lips around his fingers once again, and suck them clean. The tip of your tongue runs against his middle finger before Hyeongjun decides to move back.

“How many times can you make me cum, huh?” His hands lift up the dress to your waist, and quickly expose your lower body by stripping you from your tights.

Your legs attach to his shoulders, as he’s slipping your panties to the side, feeling the moisture on his fingers right away. The way you got soaking wet just from him fucking your mouth brings a smug look to his face.

“Did you lose your voice, baby? So easily?”

“N-no…” you mumble through much raspier voice.

He doesn’t finger you, nor eat you out, cause he doesn’t need to.

His cock slides inside you with ease, causing your entire body to react from the sudden, but needed touch. Your mouth drops from a vocal gasp when his hips start to slam against you, brushing your pulsing walls by gliding through the slickness.

“S-shit…” He looks down, hissing and pulling your thin underwear with fingers. “Missed this tight pussy, did she miss me?”

You whine in response, as your mind becomes fuzzier from him speeding up so much your head is almost about to hit the wall. You begin to chant his name desperately while tugging on the sheets with both hands, watching his face scrunching up from the forceful sensation.

“God, Y/N… You look like a true slut right now,” Hyeongjun groans, landing his palm almost like a slap on your sloppy face. He feels how almost all of his cum has sticked on your skin, as he tilts your head side to side, enjoying the smeared mess. He lets go of your panties in order to move your left leg on his right shoulder next to your other one. “Gotta fuck you like one, right?” He hugs your thighs and the lewd sounds of skin smashing against skin keeps going, encouraging even louder moans to fly out of his mouth.

“P-please, d-don’t stop-“ You look up, barely able to keep your eyes open. But you want to look at his fucked out face; how it glistens from sweat, and how his eyes squeeze from the amount of pleasure that’s making him weak.

You reach for his arm, wishing to pull him closer, and for the first time he slows down.

His soft hair falls into your face when he drops on his hands, pressing your legs against your chest. You feel his burning gaze fixated on your features, as his cock picks up the pace, reaching your sweet spot even better than before.

“It’s what you need, baby,” He whispers, and in the silence that follows his words, you can hear the squelching sound coming from your dripping wetness. “You love when I beg on my knees, but the truth is… you need me to tame you…”

Although the knot in your core burns your insides from being dangerously close to snap, and blurs your scattered thoughts together in one white space, you still try to give a respond, but your ringtone silences you before you get the chance.

Hyeongjun glances to the side, finding your cellphone on his nightstand. He reads the unfamiliar name, and instantly remembers your words from earlier.

He must be wondering where you are.

“Gonna pick up?” His voice breaks in the middle from not being able to control himself so well anymore. He doesn’t let this slow down the on going deep pounds, meeting your cervix.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, as the melody fades away from the pleasure lingering in your bodies. The only thing you can hear is his hitched panting, and your own high pitched moaning.

You shake your head dismissively, pulling strands from his scalp.

“H-harder, please-“

And just when you wished for it your knot snaps, leading to Hyeongjun swallowing each of your screams.

He hasn’t cummed yet, but he sees stars from the way you spasm around his poorly erected cock. You squish his thickness harshly making it harder to move, but he still manages to make slow deep circles, as you come down from your high. He devours every second of this; it feels so nice having your figure squirming under him like before.

You’re not sure when exactly, but your phone starts ringing again. You don’t know if this is the second, third or fourth call.

Hyeongjun stands on his knees, and chases his peak while holding your legs spread apart. The loud whimpers slipping from his lips become uncontrollable, as the powerful overstimulation takes over every single part of his body.

He desperately wants to say something. That he wants you to stay over tonight; he doesn’t care that you’ll break another one of your rules, that he didn’t even wanted in the first place.

That you shouldn’t meet up with him.

However, he doesn’t utter a word.

His mind goes almost numb under the influence of the built up desire. All of his senses are intoxicated by your warmth, curves, and lustful gaze.

He quickly succumbs to the pressure, and pulls out to finish himself off all over your dress. The moment his soft cries fill the room, you realise you’ve never heard such sound from him before.

His head falls back while he fists his cock swiftly, then lifts up again to watch his orgasm shoot ropes of cum onto your stomach, spraying all the way up to your neckline. The thick splotches seep into the fabric seductively, making the dress unwearable.

You both meet each other’s eyes, catching a glimpse of the same kind of surreal energy that feels brand new.

Hyeongjun caresses your knees, then your calves still breathing heavily, as you anticipate the moment he’s going to say something; something that will make this situation more clear.

Whatever you had in this shared silence suddenly gets interrupted by your phone receiving another call from the same number. Without a word Hyeongjun leaves the bed headed towards the door.

Maybe it’s time for you to pick up.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

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[swampstew]

Luffy, N-45 ~ Stockings

Summary: You and your alien boyfriend are going to see a cult classic movie about queer aliens. Y'all get dressed up for the show, Luffy awakens an appetite for pop culture, you awaken an appetite for certain attire on your man.

Warnings: Spicy and suggestive, Alien Luffy with Female implied reader though no pronouns or body parts mentioned, y'all put the whore in whoreror show Word Count: 633

“Are you sure they’re aliens Y/N? They don’t look it – I do like their outfits!” Luffy chirped happily as he looked at the photos you showed him as you both got ready for your date. There was a Rocky Horror Picture screening happening at the local theater and you were so excited to engage with the crowd and bring your alien boyfriend to experience a cult classic. The fact that he was also an alien made the whole thing funnier in your opinion.

“Well you don’t look like an alien either, Luffy. I didn’t know until I saw you stretch your body! Besides this is a fiction, we’re just meant to enjoy the vibes. This has been a Halloween tradition for decades and I can’t believe that after all your years here you’ve never even heard of it!”

You had opted to dress as your favorite, tragic character: Columbia. For Luffy however, you requested he dress as the sassy antagonist of the film – Dr. Frank-N-Furter himself.

You had ordered the costumes and done both your hair and makeup. To be honest, you killed both lewks. You looked gorgeous and jubilant just like the eccentric groupie. Luffy looked other worldy. His hair was tightly curled and styled, his dramatic makeup complimented his face, and his clothes did something to your lower belly. Dressed in a tight corset, neck accented with a comically large, plastic pearl necklace, fishnets over his arms, ripped thigh-high stockings held in place by the clips attached to his leather whore shorts.

Luffy looked perfect. The pinnacle of liberation and queer pride oozing from his rubber alien body. Strutting around the room and rating himself in the mirror, praising your work as he crowed about how identical he looked to the star of the film.

Something broke in your brain. Those stockings in those strappy kitten heels. The way they emphasized his bulging calf and thigh muscles. The way the pump made his round ass look tighter.

You don’t even remember getting to the theater. You vaguely recalled the film itself, feeling unable to look at anyone or anything else but Luffy. He was having the time of his life, actively participating in the show with the bag of goodies given at the door – filled with playing cards, rubber gloves, kazoos and rattle clacker toys, toilet paper, feathers, and more. He danced to the time warp again and again, even after the show ended.

“Y/N, didn’t you enjoy the show?” Luffy asked you and for the first time you felt snapped back to reality. Looking around the nearly empty theater as everyone left to the diner next door for the annual after showtime dinner.

“I-I did. I just,” you stuttered.

“But you didn’t even watch the movie,” he frowned.

“I’ve seen it before,” you tugged his arm back, “But I haven’t seen this before.” His arm stretched in your grip as he was walking towards the exit; he looked back at you with a confused look.

“Aren’t we going to eat?”

“No.”

Luffy let out a surprised cough as you nearly slammed him against the back of the bathroom door. He bounced off the steel frame and you shifted his weight to pin him to the door, your fingers tracing over his exposed skin as you eyed him hungrily.

“I’m in the mood for something else entirely.”

Luffy gave a coy smile, “Oh! Well if that’s all—” he began to yank the shorts and stockings down when you stopped him.

“No, keep the stockings on. You look so fucking good in them,” you traced the bulge of his erection.

The theater was empty and dark. Not a soul in sight. The only sound that could be heard was a muffled roar and the clatter of beads spilling on the floor.

15 tiles to go, 31 calls made so far.

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[midwestmade29]

Collaboration 🤠

Part 1

This story has been a month in the making! It’s a collab between @madhatterbri and myself that came together randomly one night. It was (and still is!) amazing to me how quickly and easily we were able to come up with something so awesome together! This story has pieces of us both in it and we are so excited to finally share it with you all 🖤 ✧ @madhatterbri's masterlist can be found here ✧ My masterlist can be found here

Disclaimers: Cursing, intimidation, threats, unprotected sex, angst. Read at your own discretion.

Word count for part 1: 1,831

GIF credit: @cardinalbiggles

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Stay tuned for part 2 🙂

This is 100% pure fiction.

Your past follows you around everywhere you go, but a certain cowboy tries to help you heal from it...

Over the last few months, you had settled in to your new role on the production team with AEW nicely. You finally felt like you were coming out of your shell, finding your way around the production truck and backstage all while getting to know the rest of the team and the wrestlers! There was one person that you hit it off with right away, Hangman Adam Page. He was one of the first people to introduce themselves to you and the kindness he showed you was like a breath of fresh air! Whenever both of you had a free moment, you often found yourselves laughing and smiling together. If you weren’t mistaken, sometimes it felt like he was flirting with you too! Hangman loved to see you flustered and he enjoyed making you squirm a little with his words. You’d never admit it out loud, but you loved the way he looked at you and how easily he made you blush.

Every interaction you had with Hangman you tried your best to keep on the down low in fear that your ex might see you two together. Swerve Strickland wrestles for AEW too and even though you were no longer together, he still liked to keep a watchful eye on you. At work you lived with your head on a constant swivel, always looking over your shoulder for him or one of his associates. Swerve is a master manipulator, fiercely intimidating, jealous, and always delights in destroying your psyche. His words are always demeaning and harsh, well thought out and always packing a punch! All the awful things he said to you during your relationship live rent free in your head, the wounds they left on your heart have never healed. His most recent strike was when word had gotten back to him about a conversation you were having with The Young Bucks backstage. Hangman was the topic being discussed, The Bucks attributing his recent change in demeanor to you! “We haven’t seen him smile like this in a long time. Whatever you’ve been doing, keep it up Y/N! He’s a good man and deserves to be happy,” Matt expressed. As your exchange went on, you swore you saw someone emerge from behind a nearby storage crate and hurry away. The smile you had on your face was now replaced with worry!

“Boss! Boss!” Prince NaNa called out. “Y/N, and those Bucks! Th-they were t-talking about the cowboy a-again!” he tried to spit out in between his attempts to catch his breath. Swerve didn’t speak, just kept his icy stare on NaNa as he explained the conversation he overheard, sparing no detail. “What are you going to do about this, boss? You’re not going to let her get away with this are you?” Swerve only smiled a wicked smile at his associate, no words spoken as he walked in the direction where you were standing, Prince NaNa not far behind him. You were looking over your notes when you felt a shift in the atmosphere around you. Your body tensed up when a familiar voice uttered your name from behind you, “Y/N. So, I hear you’re into cowboys now, huh? A former champion at that! You trying to fuck your way to the top or something? I think your sights are set a little high with that one. The man will get tired of you just like everyone else has and ride off on his little pony in search of his next plaything. You’re damaged goods, baby. Don’t ever forget that.”

It had been two weeks since your last encounter with Swerve, but his words still echoed through your mind. You were doing your best to ignore them, at least for tonight since it was a big night for Hangman. His championship match was set to be the main event for Dynamite, and you had promised to celebrate with him afterwards if he was able to win the belt! He made his way down the ramp while you watched on a monitor backstage with a huge smile on your face. The crowd was incredibly into the match, chanting “cowboy shit!” in support of Hangman throughout the whole thing! He was clearly the favorite to win, and he almost had it in the bag until his opponent landed an exceptionally stiff clothesline on him that left Hangman completely dazed in the middle of the ring. You stared at the monitor in shock, whispering a silent prayer to yourself that he was okay! Your heart sank when Doc Sampson slid into the ring and immediately began examining Hangman while everyone around you gasped when the replay of the incident was shown again.

Once Dynamite was off the air, Hangman was taken back to medical for further evaluation. One of your fellow production team members agreed to take over your final tasks of the night so you could go and check on him! You were practically running as you made your way to him, dodging all obstacles and people that were in your path, not caring who saw you in your panicked state. After taking a deep breath and knocking on the door, you opened it and saw Hangman sitting up on the table while Doc Sampson checked him for a concussion. “Wow, Doc! I must’ve really taken a hit to the head. I think I see an angel,” Hangman teased. His smile was radiant as you walked over to him, it helped ease some of your worry, but you knew it wouldn’t go away completely until the doctor gave Hangman the all clear. “Well, how is he doc?” you asked with your eyes locked on the cowboy. “No concussion, but he’s going to be feeling the effects of a hit that hard for a while. I recommend taking a week- maybe two off to recuperate. He’s got some cuts I need to bandage up too.”

Even Doc Sampson couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as Hangman continued to tease you, “Still have your little headset on and everything! Do you always rush to check on all the wrestlers, or am I just lucky? I don’t know about you Doc, but I think someone has a soft spot for the Hangman!” You swatted his chest playfully and he grabbed hold of your hand before you were able to pull it away. The doctor excused himself from the room when he noticed the way you both were looking at each other. Hangman held onto your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and something inside you hoped that he would never let it go! You could tell he was about to say something, but before he had the chance, the door swung open and hit the wall with a loud thud.

When your brain registered who the intruder was, you immediately pulled your hand away from Hangman’s and took a step back. Swerve sauntered into the room, eyeing you and the cowboy before breaking the silence, “Well, what have we here? A patient and his little nurse, how cute! Looks like I interrupted your exam. It’s a shame what happened out there, cowboy. Almost like those hits were stiff on purpose!” It was obvious Swerve’s presence made you uncomfortable, and Hangman took notice. His voice was dripping with annoyance when he responded, “Y/N is just making sure that I’m okay, and unless you’re here to do the same, I think it’s best if you and that Dollar Store prince leave.” Prince NaNa was standing guard at the door and whipped his head around when he heard Hangman’s comment, but he knew better than to say anything! Swerve made his way closer to you which caused Hangman to stand up protectively, but he stumbled a little when he suddenly felt dizzy. You placed your hand on his shoulder encouraging him to sit back down and it was obvious that it triggered Swerve!

“You gotta keep better company, Hangman. It doesn’t bode well for you to surround yourself with someone so…promiscuous. I think Ms. Y/N here has been everyone’s flavor of the week at some point,” Swerve spoke meticulously, making sure each word got under Hangman’s skin. It was a job well done when he jumped off the table again and immediately got in Swerve’s face, “You watch your mouth, dumbass! I already gave you the chance to leave once and you didn’t take it. This is my final offer for you to leave on your own without having my boot shoved up your ass!” You watched as both men stood with their faces mere inches from each other, neither one of them daring to back down. Prince NaNa’s words echoed through the room as he warned his boss that someone was coming and that they needed to scram before someone sees them. Swerve remained cool and collected, offering Hangman a warning of his own, “You don’t wanna fuck around with this mogul, cowboy. You have no idea what I’m capable of. Enjoy Ms. Y/N’s services.” He laughed manically as he left the room.

After that night, Hangman started to pick up on things more and more. He could tell how tense you would get whenever you heard Swerve’s name, how nervous you appeared to be when you were talking to him at work, and how often you looked over your shoulder. Whenever he would ask about the situation with Swerve, you blew it off or changed the subject. You just couldn’t bring yourself to burden Hangman with the details about your tumultuous past! Every time you looked at the cowboy, you could feel yourself falling for him more and more, which terrified you. Even though you tried your best to push him away, Hangman still stuck around. He was starting to feel like your safe place, like someone you could trust. Hangman proved that he felt just as strongly about you as you did him the night he kissed you. While you still couldn’t wrap your brain around why this cowboy stuck around, you were sure glad he did. You’ve been to hell and back, but Hangman was giving you a taste of Heaven on earth.

He does whatever he can to show you that he’s worth trusting and he refuses to give up on you even on the difficult days. He takes his time with you, showing you grace and giving you patience because he knows you deserve it. Despite his best efforts, there were moments when the voice from your past would creep in and feed you lies. There were days where you kept him at arm’s length even when you knew it wasn’t warranted. One day he left you astonished when he whispered against your lips, “Y/N, I got you. Please, give me- give us a chance. Let me take care of you and show you how wonderful you truly are. No matter how many times you push me away, I will always stand firm. I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

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[streamingcolors-gvf]

Looking Glass

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader

SMUT!!! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED

Summary: Your boyfriend has always been sweet and loving, but something about the stage brought something out in him. A FaceTime call before a show took an unexpected turn, and it might have changed the dynamic of your relationship. 

Word count: 4.6k

*Author's note: I haven’t done a smutty one shot in a hot minute. Y’all this is pretty spicy…I think?? Bear with me, but this thought has been in my head for a while and I had to get it out there. This is a mess and I probably need to be locked up 😅 As per usual, I love all the feedback ❤️ 

 Thanks, @allieboop for all the love and support! You keep me inspired ❤️❤️❤️

Everything written here is intended to be read as complete fiction with the utmost respect for the real people these characters may be based on. I do not know the guys personally and don’t intend for this to reflect on them as real people in any way.

Warnings: cursing, NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI!!!  (mutual masturbation, mirror play/kink, kinda roleplaying, slight m!dom, praise kink, voyeurism/exhibition kink, slight spit kink?,  dirty talk)  Overall - Cocky Josh 

You had spent the last hour getting ready for bed. It was still early for a Saturday night, but the day had exhausted you, and you were even more mentally drained from the last few days. Your friends were aware of your melancholic state based on how the response time for your texts began to grow and had begged you to go out with them. They wanted to distract you from the fact that you were without your boyfriend, Josh. 

You showered, washing the sweat and grime from your busy day off your skin and letting the hot water soothe your aching muscles. You wanted nothing more than to cuddle up in bed, get tucked up in the blankets, and dive into the next book on your reading list.

 The past few months had been rather difficult on your relationship with the band going back on tour. They were so busy traveling that the time spent together was few and far between. You were sure to visit them whenever you could only be restricted by your modest budget. 

    You were ecstatic to see Josh during the stretches between tour dates when he was able to rest, but it was hard not to notice the exhaustion set in his features. Pangs of guilt struck through your heart seeing him like this. The two of you spent that precious time catching up on things that got missed over the phone, going on dates you had planned together for weeks, and laying around in bed whenever possible. 

Tonight, they were in Omaha. It was their first big night back in the States and the boys were buzzing with excitement. You were always more than supportive and tried your best not to cry when you had to say your goodbyes to everyone days beforehand. You wanted him to stay with you so badly, to take him back into the comfort of your apartment for the rest of the day, that you practically had to force yourself to let go of him in the airport. 

    Josh had sent you small texts throughout the afternoon the day of the show, keeping you updated with their schedule and letting you know he would call you later that evening. You lay in your bed watching time tick by as minutes turned into hours while waiting patiently by your phone. 

    After flipping through notifications through all your social media apps and checking your screen every few minutes, you tossed it aside accepting that you probably weren’t going to hear from him until after the show. 

You snuggled back into a comfortable position and began reading through your book, hopeful that it would take your mind elsewhere. Suddenly, you felt your phone buzz within the sea of blankets draped across your bed. In a frenzy, you scrambled for it-whipping the covers around which sent your phone flying onto the bedroom floor. 

    You lunged over to grab it off the carpet before the call ended. Flipping the phone over to view the screen you saw that it was Josh, but this time it was a Facetime call. You checked the time - 8:32 

    Don’t they go on at 9?

You quickly tapped your thumb on the answer button, opening up the screen to a very close-up view of your boyfriend’s face.

    “Hey baby!” he beamed with excitement, flashing one of his massive grins, causing his right dimple to make its appearance. 

    “Hey!” You chimed back. You couldn’t hide your feelings from him even if you tried, even if the time at the top of your screen threatened to ruin it. “Don’t you go on any minute?”

    He giggled, “Yeah, but I promised I’d call, remember?”

    “I remember, but I thought I wasn’t going to hear from you until after?”

    “And not show you the new suit?” Josh scoffed, rolling his eyes at the thought while he walked with the phone in hand. He appeared to be alone, and possibly in his dressing room. You could tell that he had already had his hair and makeup done, given that the little rhinestones he wore during each show were carefully glued along his cheekbones. 

    It was no secret that you knew about the new jumpsuits that would be introduced during this tour. Josh had mentioned them more and more as the summer went on, unable to contain his excitement. He had snuck a few photos of them hanging up in dressing rooms in the last few months, waiting for their debut. Although this would be the first time you had seen the newest one, complete, and actually on his body.

    He fumbled for a second before flipping the view of the phone’s camera, now rear-facing to show you his entire body in the reflection of the full-length mirror in front of him. The sight knocked the air from your lungs as you looked over every detail. He was truly breathtaking.

    “What do ya think?” He asked while doing a series of goofy poses for you, but that wasn’t enough to distract you from his beauty.

    It was a golden crushed velvet suit, tailored perfectly to his lean frame, and snug to his body in all the right places. Gold stitching framed the zippers that ran down the front and across his midsection. Golden embroidered flowers and scrolling adorned the suit in intricate patterns. 

The attention to detail was remarkable. Thinking about it, there just wasn’t anything in your closet that even came close in comparison. Sometimes that fact made you a bit envious at times, but it could never outweigh how much you adored seeing him wear things like this.

He sparkled as little fragments of light bounced from the rhinestones all over his suit as well as the ones placed delicately across his cheeks. 

    “Josh…it’s beautiful,” you gasped, taking in the sight before you. 

    “I know. It’s probably one of my favorites so far.” He turned slightly, modeling the costume, giving you another view of his backside, which always managed to make you blush. 

The color of the suit brought out the flawless tan of his skin, which had been kissed perfectly by the sun throughout the summer months of this tour. In his usual fashion, Josh had the suit unzipped to the middle of his chest, resting right in the center of his sternum, which gave you a peak of the gold medallions dangling around his neck. The delicate jewelry rested deliciously between his defined collarbones. 

“You really look amazing,” you muttered, suddenly feeling shy about your obvious gawking.

    He perked up at the compliment, “Yeah?”

    “You’re so pretty,” you blurted out, and you could have sworn you witnessed his cheeks flushed a rosy-pink hue. Knowing it would drive him crazy, you added, “They are going to lose their minds over this.”

He grinned at the comment, taking another step closer to the mirror.

    In a lower voice, and ditching the playful tone he had with you when he first called, “I hope so.” You watched as he ran an open hand down his chest and over his toned stomach, feeling the soft material underneath his palm. 

    That’s when you noticed it. Throughout the years, you teased him frequently on how he did not leave much to the imagination ‘down there to their audience. Now, with it bulging against the fabric of his jumpsuit, there was no denying how he felt at this moment. 

“Are you turned on right now?” You teased, giggling at the thought of him possibly trying to hide it from fans. 

“Oh, come on. You know how I get before a big show.” His hand traveled down even lower, and he began to palm himself shamelessly over the suit. 

The simple action made you blush as a wave of heat flushed through your body, “Josh! You can’t go out on stage with a hard-on!”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and hummed, “They would eat it up.” You heard his breathing start to change through the phone’s speaker.

Throughout your relationship, you had seen Josh touch himself briefly while you were intimate together, but this was a first. It was uncharted territory for you, and it felt different seeing him so blatant about it. This was whatever he decided to show you, and it was completely on his terms without you being able to touch him.    Your eyes flicked up at the clock at the top of your screen. He was supposed to go on within minutes and you were sure that there would be people looking for him soon.

When he caught you drifting in thought, he pulled you back into his world, “I’ve missed you so much.”

The tender moment warmed your heart and left a little sting of pain knowing you wouldn’t see him for at least a week or two. “I miss you, too.”

“I’ve been going crazy. These girls-“ he groaned as he squeezed harder around himself, not letting you stew in your sad feelings. “They have been all over me lately. The way they touch me…” He trailed off and looked into the phone screen to gauge your reaction. 

Now you had dipped into this territory before. In the beginning, you had expected to get jealous of women throwing themselves at him, but you found that he was the most loyal, loving boyfriend you could have ever asked for. He never failed to make you feel secure and comfortable in your relationship. 

It was you that initiated this type of thing with Josh. It even surprised you how excited you actually became knowing how much they wanted him. You didn’t need anyone telling you what you had, but it sure felt great showing him off.

He was a rockstar and you didn’t want him to miss out on that aspect of his career, that lifestyle. He thrived from the attention and you made it your mission to make sure he got it whenever possible.  

“It hurts knowing you can’t do anything about it, huh?” you taunted, and you saw the glint in his eyes when he realized you were going along.

“It kills me,” He whined, and looked up at you in the mirror. “You should see these fans, y/n.”

You thought of the shows you had been to. You remembered all the beautiful outfits people wore, the makeup they spent hours doing that was inspired by him. There was no denial of the pure energy in the pit, as was tangible and unmatched by anything you had experienced before. You always burst with excitement knowing that fans spent hours waiting, hoping, and wanting to be as close as humanly possible to him.

“The way they look at me. Fuck. I’m getting so hard thinking about it.” He rolled his head around his shoulders in a slow circle, with eyes closed, shuddering as a heavy sigh escaped his chest. His hand was gripped tightly around the erection, desperate for needed stimulation-your touch. 

“Sounds like a lot of complaining for someone drowning in all that attention,” you teased him again, trying not to unravel in the game already.

His eyes flickered open, “Who said I was complaining? You know that I wish it was you.” Even though you were playing along, he was still your boyfriend and his words made your heart flutter wildly in your chest.

He was now throbbing painfully under the restriction of the suit, but it was obvious he was still the one teasing you. 

Catching how you were staring, “You wanna see, don’t you?” The question made heat rush directly to your face and you were only able to nod in response. 

His voice dropped even lower, sultry and dripping with pure desire, “Does it make you wet? Knowing you get to see what they all would pay to see? What they fantasize about?”

“Josh…please.”

He pulled his hand from its position on his thigh to slowly drag the zipper of his suit down, letting the front panels fall open to expose his chest, past his navel, and stopping right above what you wanted to see the most. The trail of hair around his stomach, poking right over the seam of the suit made your mouth water.

You swallowed, nervous about the possibility of being caught, “We don’t have much time.”

There was a flash of your boyfriend when he noticed your apprehension. “Be patient, mama. Don’t worry. I told them I was meditating.”

Without wasting another second, Josh slipped his hand underneath the velvet, dipping out of your view to wrap around himself. He let out a breathy sigh the moment he finally made contact, as if he had been teasing himself on and off for hours. 

You watched how the knuckles of his hand protruded out from the fabric as he stroked the length of his cock. 

“Tell me how bad you want it.” 

“I want you.”

 He shook his head, unsatisfied with your answer, “No. Tell me you want my cock. I want to hear the words come out of your pretty mouth.” 

You felt flustered from his request. Your cheeks were flushed again, hot and red but you wanted to please him. 

You bit your lip, feeling somewhat bashful from the vulgar words, “I want your cock. “

“That’s it. You’re doing so good,” he hummed in satisfaction, and the sweet praise made your heart skip a beat. You lived to hear them. “How bad, baby? Would you get on your knees for me?”

You pictured it as soon as the words slipped past his lips. You imagined how we would look from below, dressed in the exact outfit he was wearing right now. Wetness began to pool in your panties at the mere thought of it. 

“Yes. I want it so bad,” you whined, sounding borderline pathetic.

“Yes what?” He wasn’t going to let you skip out that easy. The need ignited something in you, as if his confidence transferred across the phone screen. 

“I’d get on my knees for you, Josh.” 

Josh was thinking about it. He twitched in his hand, picturing you kneeling in front of him. Watching you unzip the suit, feeling you run your hand down the soft fabric covering his stomach before you wrapped your hand around his hip. 

He almost lost it when he imagined your lips, kissing and teasing him -just like you had done so many times before. He moaned remembering how warm mouth felt around him, the way your tongue flicked across his skin.

He thought about how many women would do anything to be in your place. 

“You would look so pretty.” He jerked forward slightly, “On your knees with your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock.”

This was completely different behavior from Josh than what you were used to.  The stage was bringing something out in him tonight and you consider yourself lucky that you were witnessing it before your very eyes.

“You’ve been so good, baby. I think you deserve to see what you do to me.” 

Another praise.

 Josh shrugged off one side of the suit, allowing it to fall to his right side to free himself. A sheen of sweat had collected on the surface of his skin, making his chest and neck glisten under the dressing room lighting.

Dipping under the flashy garment once again, he pulled himself out in full view, leaving nothing to hide. He took another step closer towards the mirror, grabbing himself by the base to display it all for you. 

“See what you fucking do to me,” He started stroking himself slowly, collecting the precum that was starting to drip from the head of his cock with gentle swipes of his thumb.

Nothing could have prepared you for how he looked and deep down you knew the image through the phone didn’t do it justice. He was looking at himself, not you on the screen of his phone. His heavy half-lidded eyes focused on what his hand was doing, drawing out each flick of his wrist He knew how beautiful he looked and you wanted to hate him for it.

You would have never guessed how much you were going to enjoy watching him touch himself. It felt naughty, even borderline voyeuristic if it wasn’t for his blatant exhibitionism. At some point, your hand had slipped under your underwear, mimicking the movements of his hand with your fingers.

He laughed, but this time there was a feral quality to the sound, “I could fucking spit into the crowd and they’d thank me for it.”

It shouldn’t have surprised you the way it did. He wasn’t wrong and you would have been more than glad to join them. “You’re such a whore.”

A devilish grin spread across his face, “I really am, aren’t I?”

That’s when he redirected his attention back to you. The way he was staring at you in the mirror made your face hot, and you felt your heartbeat thumping in your ears.

“You think about me at night? Do you touch yourself pretending it’s me?”

“You know I do.”

He smirked from your answer. The two of you had spent countless nights on tour sexting and telling each other what you were thinking when you were alone. “How ‘bout you show me, baby.” 

Just like that, without a second thought, you flipped the view of the camera away from your face, to the lower half of your body. 

“What do you think about?”

You hesitated for a second, somewhat embarrassed about your answer, maybe thinking it wasn’t sexy enough for this moment, “Your hands.”

He hummed softly to himself. This wasn’t new information by any means. He already knew how much you enjoyed that feature of his body, he just loved hearing you talk about it every chance he could. “Yeah? What about them?”

“How they feel on my body.” 

“Where?” 

It was becoming difficult for you to concentrate on yourself with how he never paused his own movements on himself during his questioning. You wanted to please him, “Inside me.” Your voice was whiny, pitchy as it escaped your throat. 

Josh shifted the view of the camera down so you were looking at his body directly, instead of seeing it in the mirror. From his point of view. He had never sent you anything like this before, and the new angle took your breath away.

He was showing you, up close, how he wrapped his fingers tightly around his cock. He must have heard the sudden change in your breathing through the phone because he started to switch the technique so you could see the veins in his hand.

You’d be lying if you didn’t take note of how he pleasured himself, using the knowledge for when you touched him again-when it was your turn to make him whimper and beg. 

You loved seeing the toned muscles of his stomach flex, as if they were struggling to keep him from meeting the tipping point too soon. God, you missed him.

Without warning, behind the view of the camera, he let a pool spit drip from his mouth, hitting the top of his shaft. He quickly glided his palm across the added wetness, using it as lube.

The camera shook as he groaned at the new sensation, “Oh fuck…I wish this was you.”

He lifted the phone, shifting your view back to the mirror, pulling you out of your trance. You were being spoiled and he knew it. He hissed, “Keep going.”

You were so entranced by watching him that you had stilled the movements of your own hand. 

“I think about…how they feel inside me.” You were being honest. You had spend many nights alone thinking about how those hands felt roaming your body. The memories of lazy mornings of being in bed with Josh, and with him exploring, making you feel good wrapped in his arms played over and over in your mind. 

“I know you do, mama,” he cooed.

You began to touch yourself once more, thinking about how he makes you feel. He noticed this and was watching your face through the screen.

“Show me.”

You flipped your camera’s view around to show your lower half. You then remembered that you were still dressed in a pair of worn cotton panties. Even though they were a pair that Josh had definitely seen you in before, you felt embarrassed you weren’t wearing anything sexier. You hooked your thumb around the band to pull them off your legs.

He interrupted, “No, wait. Keep them on.” 

You obliged, and slipped your fingers under the band of your underwear again. You knew Josh enjoyed being teased and how much he loved to work for it just as much as he enjoyed your begging. 

You allowed your eyes to close, listening to his sounds as he pleasured himself - the deep sighs, grunts and soft hums that he made with each stroke of his hand. You imagined his fingers on you instead of your own. That’s how it would always start before slowly letting your imagination shift to thoughts of how his mouth felt around you. You let them wander to how he sounded when his face was buried between your legs. 

You were lost, deep in a trance as you dipped your fingers inside your pussy, craving his touch. You let yourself go and allowed a cry leave your lips. 

Hearing you moan made him pump his cock faster, eliciting an even louder growl to rip from his chest. His eyes rolled behind his lust-heavy lids as he threw his head backwards. The sound made you open your eyes to see him giving you a full view of his neck in the mirror’s reflection -one of your favorite features of his. He swallowed harshly, making his Adam's apple bob low in his throat. Sweat had started to drip in down in trails towards his chest, making him shine in the mirror’s lights. 

You desperately wanted to be there with him to tug on the necklaces that were hanging around this throat, to feel them dance across your bare chest when he was on top of you. 

Josh’s breathing began to falter with slight shudders of his body, letting you know that he was getting close. The defined muscles in his torso began to flex with each stroke of his hand. His chest was rising and falling rapidly in the erratic movements. 

“Tell me more,” the demand was barely a whisper, afraid that if he spoke any louder he wouldn't be able to regain control. 

“I think about how they feel inside me. The way you make me cum. No one makes me feel the way you do, Josh.” You knew that the praise with his name would push him that much closer to the edge. 

You caught the wild look in his eye, and it was undeniable how his stage ego dripped from every part of his body at this point. You wanted the image burned into your memory forever. He was performing for you, only you, and he relished in how much it affected you. 

“How do you feel knowing this all is just for you? Watching me like this.” The cockiness in his voice made you quiver with need.

His mouth hung slightly open as he continued to pump his hand along his cock, thrusting forward each time his palm passed over the head. 

    The familiar feeling of your own orgasm was building up inside you. 

    “Do you wish they could see you like this?” His eyes flicked up in the mirror, pupils darkened with desire as they looked at you. What you witnessed was primal. 

    That glimpse let you know you were going to pay for that when he saw you again, and you were more than happy to welcome the punishment. 

“I, I-I’m getting close,” he let out a breathy whine while pausing the work of his hand. 

His brows furrowed, tightly knit in a grimace while he hissed between clenched teeth. Strands of hair had stuck to his forehead and cheeks. A string of curses fell from his pouty lips. Him being this close brought you to your own peak, threatening to push into the crashing waves. You became just as frantic to ride this together.

His hip began to buck forward as he chased the high, and he was struggling to hold the camera still but you couldn’t care less. His eyes closed while the wave of euphoria washed over his body. You were right there with him, succumbing to your climax as you listened to Josh falling apart.

“Let go for me. For them.” 

With a final groan, his head fell forward as he released himself, painting the mirror with his cum. It startled you at first, and your mouth hung open in disbelief while he took the following minute to regain his composure. 

You sat in silence while you started to process the last few minutes together.

There was a knock on the door, making both of you jump. 

“You’re on in five!” A voice called from outside of his dressing room door. You froze, praying that the person wasn’t going to try to enter- catching you both.

Josh shouted back with a quick response, “Okay!” 

Lowering his voice, “I really need to clean this up before I get us kicked out.” He laughed, which was still weak while he tried to regulate his breathing again.

 He quickly tucked himself back into his jumpsuit. He set the phone down on the side table-leaving the screen completely black for about thirty seconds. You heard the sounds of him shuffling around the room, and assumed he was looking for something to clean the mirror with. 

He picked the phone back up, instantly throwing you back into the view of the room. He stepped in front of the mirror for the last time, “How do I look?” 

As if you just experienced whiplash, he was back to his goofier self, the same version you saw in the beginning of the call, which successfully made you giggle to yourself.  

    “Josh… you can’t go on stage like that,” you chuckled, signaling to his groin with your eyes. He was still just hard as before, and it was very noticeable. He flipped the camera back to his face. You smiled seeing his cheeks had the sex-flushed look that you always adored. 

“Oh that’s not going away any time soon,” he laughed, flashing you his award winning smile once more, and added a playful wink. “Not until I get my hands on you.”

You sighed at the thought, curling into the duvet on your bed, “I can’t wait.”

He blew you a kiss, “Bye, sweetheart. I love you. And you will be hearing from me again tonight. So don’t fall asleep!” 

“Love you, too. Don’t drive those fans too crazy.” 

Another throaty laugh burst from his chest, “Would you expect anything less from me?” 

“Not in a million years.”

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[vulpecular-draconic]

i’ve been thinking about non-otherkin/non-therian alterhuman identities recently and i realized i haven’t really explored that yet in myself. i have a fairly good grasp on my kintypes (for now at least), but i’ve been ignoring or even in denial about some of my other alterhuman identities.

it started yesterday evening (march 26), when i began to officially question whether maned wolves are a kithtype or kintype of mine. i still don’t know, but today, as i was researching about what hearttypes feel like vs what kintypes feel like, i realized that i’ve felt non-kin alterhuman things before now.

first my mind went to cecil palmer from welcome to night vale. i hyperfixated hard on that podcast when i first listened to it last year. i still get unreasonably excited about it, especially about cecil.

i once briefly considered being fictionkin to cecil, but brushed it off immediately — one, because i don’t feel like i am him (which is a pretty tell-tale sign i’m not), and two, because our personalities aren’t similar except for a few surface-level things. i dismissed it as extreme gender envy and tried to ignore it.

but i still felt (and continue to feel) an intense connection to him.

i’ve related very strongly to characters before, and to characters much more similar to me than cecil is. yet even the character i’ve had an intense spinterest on for several years can’t compete with this flavor of feeling. it goes deeper than gender envy (although it does include that). i want to be him. i’m not distressed that i’m not, but i do thoroughly want to, if just for a few hours. that’s not the full feeling, but it’s the facet i can articulate best.

i denied the possibility of being alterhuman in any way about cecil for so long because i was worried that if i decided to call myself fictionkin, i might lose myself in trying to adopt the personality of someone so different from me. (for a long time i didn’t know how widely acknowledged it is that fictionkin don’t have to match the personalities of the canon version of the character.) i didn’t want to consider fictionhearted either, as i was worried taking that first step would be crossing some line.

i think — well, i know, i just like to allow room for uncertainties — that cecil is a hearttype. (kithtype? fictionkith??)

there’s nothing else he could be to me, honestly. hearttype is the closest i can succinctly come to describing this feeling, and by “closest” i mean pretty darn precise.

and now my other revelation: hearthomes.

although i’ve got cecil as a hearttype, i don’t think i’d describe night vale as my hearthome. i’m fond of it, yes, but my chest doesn’t ache with the longing to live there. no, that honor goes to the world of tangled.

i don’t want to get too detailed, as this post is long enough already, so i’ll keep it short:

i’ve wanted to live in the world of tangled/tangled the series since i first watched the show. i don’t have any hearttypes or kintypes from there, not even an oc-kin. but it feels like home.

i’ve been asked what fictional world i’d live in if i had to choose one. i always immediately answer the tangled universe. for all the plot holes and underdeveloped lore, i absolutely love it, and if a portal opened up in my room right now to take me there i’d hardly hesitate. my favorite spot in disney world is that small tangled-themed section, even if it is just relegated to the bathroom area. it’s the closest i’ll ever get to actually being there. it felt bittersweet when i visited. my heart swelled looking at it all, and i think i’ve cried about it, but i don’t have any concrete memories of the latter.

sooo… yeah. i’m ‘hearted to cecil palmer and the tangledverse is my hearthome.

i’ll add these to my intro post soon. i don’t feel like i need a questioning period for these like i do for the maned wolf. they’ve been boiling in the back of my mind for so long that i already just… kinda know.

#i say some stuff #critter experiences #alterhuman #otherhearted #hearthome #fictionhearted

[storiesforallfandoms]

into fiction ~ hannibal (nbc)

word count: 3235

request?: yes!

“I was wondering if you could write Hannibal x gn!reader. Where the reader is a fan of the character Hannibal (TV series and/or books) and by some unknown or weird or accidental circumstance found themselves in Hannibal universe. They are confused, panicked, or even excited. Maybe the reader popped up in less than ideal situation (will it be a therapy session, in between appointments, a crime scene or something). What would be Hannibal's reaction?

I'm sorry if it isn't something you'd write. But I really enjoy your writing.”

description: when they wakes up in the world of their favorite tv show, they must try to blend in the best they can as to not draw too much suspicious attention to themselves

pairing: hannibal (nbc) characters x gender neutral!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of murder and death

masterlist (one, two)

You awoke from your sleep with a start. You were sat up in a chair in an unknown room. You didn’t remember falling asleep. Actually, you didn’t remember anything at all. Where had you been last? Were you in your bedroom? Had you fallen asleep on the couch?

Actually, this looked like neither of those rooms. It was far too big and fancy to be a room in your apartment.

“(Y/N)?”

That voice sounded familiar.

You lifted your head to find yourself sat across from none other than Hannibal Lecter.

You gasped and jumped a little. “Hannibal?”

He gave you an amused look. “Yes, that is my name. I’m sorry if our session has bored you so much you had to fall asleep.”

No, there was no way this was happening. You had to be dreaming. There is no way you are actually sat across from the most notorious fictional serial killer in history.

You moved your hand discreetly to punch yourself, hard. You stifled another gasp at the sharp pain.

He was watching you. You weren’t sure what you were doing here. You had absolutely no idea how you got here or what happened before this moment. It was like your memory had been completely wiped.

“I-I’m sorry,” you finally said, realizing he was waiting for you to speak. “I just...I guess I was tired?”

“Have you been sleeping?” he asked.

I think I’m asleep right now. “A little.”

“That’s normal after what you’ve been through. Most patients who have been in your situation tend to struggle with sleep for a long time. It may be like this for weeks, months even. If it becomes a problem, I can get in contact with your doctor about prescribing sleeping pills.”

“I...I don’t think that will be necessary.” What happened to me?

Hannibal was still watching you. You wondered if he could tell something was wrong, besides the obvious of whatever this bad thing that landed you in therapy was. He would definitely think you were insane if you started talking about him being a fictional character and how you thought none of this was real.

“You go back to work tomorrow,” he commented. “How do you feel about that?”

“Uh...it’s about time, I guess,” you responded. He raised an eyebrow at you. Shit, wrong answer. “I mean, I know I needed to be away from it, but there’s only so much time someone can be stuck at home before they get restless.”

“So you’ll be trying to return to the field?”

The field? There’s no way...

You shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s not up to me.”

“Jack told me he gave you the choice.”

Shit, there is a way.

You shrugged again. “I guess I just haven’t decided yet.”

Hannibal leaned forward. You started a little, but tried to play it off. Don’t let the cannibal know you’re afraid of him, you had to remind yourself.

“I know you want to return to work and pretend like nothing happened so you can go back to normal,” he started, “but what happened is not something that you can easily forget. That man attacked you in a position you once felt safe in, and you had to kill him. That is not something you can get over in a matter of weeks.”

What?!

Okay, this could not get any worse. So, you woke up in a fictional world where your therapist is a serial killer (but you can’t let him know you know that), you’re an FBI agent, and apparently you were attacked by a suspect that you then had to kill.

At least I don’t remember any of that.

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him, although you weren’t sure if you would be.

“I’m sure you will be. Nevertheless, I want to continue with these sessions as you start to work again. Is that something you’d be interested in?”

You nodded, unable to speak.

Hannibal saw you out at the end of your session. Somehow, you knew which car in the parking lot was yours and you quickly got in, grateful to finally be on your own.

This was so much to take in. How did you get here? How were you supposed to blend in with a life you didn’t even remember? Especially when you knew the Hannibal series so well, so you knew what was likely going to happen if it hadn’t already.

You unlocked your phone and opened your GPS. Luckily, the “home” address was saved in there. You loaded up the address and drove towards the place that was supposedly your home in this world. It was still a small place, but it was definitely a lot nicer than your old apartment.

You went to your bedroom and shed yourself of your unfamiliar clothes and got into the unfamiliar bed. You were hoping to go to sleep and wake up back in your own bed and all of this would just be one big, realistic dream.

~~~~~~

You were awoken to the sound of a phone alarm. You rolled over and blindly felt around the nightstand to turn it off. It took a while for your body to fully wake up, and when you opened your eyes, you gasped.

You were still in the unfamiliar room of your Hannibal world apartment.

“No,” you whispered. “No, no, no. This cannot be real.”

You pinched yourself again, but there was still a sharp feeling of pain when you did so. It was starting to set in that whatever was happening was real, but that realization just made you feel more dread. If this was real, what did that mean for your family? Were they here too, or were you the only one pulled into this world? And if they hadn’t, did that mean you were alone in this universe?

You didn’t have enough time to delve into this existential crisis. If this was your life now, you would have to try and blend in. Maybe you could figure out how you got here.

You prepared yourself to go into work. You figured your nervousness would be mistaken for hesitance on returning after a traumatic event, which would work in your favor. You just needed to prepare yourself for any questions that may be unanswerable for now.

You surprised yourself by knowing how to get to the office without needing the GPS. You must’ve had some muscle memory despite not remembering anything else. Hopefully that meant your memories of this world would come back just as easily eventually.

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you as you entered the FBI building. You knew they were all looking at you because of the event that resulted in you having to be away from work for some time, but you couldn’t help but worry they were looking like they because they knew you were an imposter. Like maybe they sensed your unease in this world and knew that you weren’t meant to be here.

The minute you stepped out into the familiar office you had seen on TV a number of times before, you were met with a hug that caught you off guard. You stumbled slightly, trying to figure out which character was hugging you. The minute you realized it was a female, you knew exactly who it was: Beverly.

She’s not dead yet. Thank God.

You hugged her back, squeezing just a little more than you would’ve for anyone else. Knowing what Beverly’s fate had in store for her made this one a little more special to you.

“Don’t overwhelm her on her first day back, Beverly,” came another familiar voice.

You looked up to see none other than Jack Crawford approaching you. Beverly pulled away from your hug and, despite his comment to her, Jack pulled you in for one as well.

“Good to have you back, (Y/N).”

“Good to be back,” you said, and you almost believed it. You had zero recollection of this place or what kind of work you did here, but it felt good to be here. To be surrounded by characters that you loved so much, for real, instead of just watching them on a screen.

Jack pulled away from your hug and nodded for you to follow him. You gave Beverly a small smile before following Jack towards his office. He closed the door behind you and gestured for you to sit at the chair across from his desk.

“I’ve been talking to Doctor Lecter about your sessions leading up to you coming back,” he said once he had sat down at his desk.

Your brows furrowed together. “Isn’t that against doctor-patient confidentiality?”

“Only if he tells me the specifics of your sessions, which is not what I was asking him about. I wanted to know if he thinks you’re ready to be back in the field.”

“And his response?”

Jack sighed. “He thinks you need to keep up with the sessions, and he believes you may need some aid for sleeping. He said you seemed very tired and out of it yesterday.”

You shifted in your seat. “Yeah. I...I was having a...weird day to say the least.”

“I told you that when you came back, it would be your decision if you wanted to be in the field or if you wanted to wait,” Jack said. “Despite having spoken to Doctor Lecter, I am still giving you that choice. Do you think you’re ready to be back, (Y/N)?”

You knew that the answer was no. You didn’t know the first thing about being an FBI agent. If you said you weren’t ready for the field, you gave yourself an out to try and figure out more about your role here before being thrown into it. But, for some reason, you heard yourself saying to Jack, “Yes, I do.”

Jack seemed skeptical, but hearing your certainty he said, “Well, let’s go to your first crime scene back.”

~~~~~~

You tried not to seem too fidgety as you and Jack drove to the scene. You didn’t want to give yourself away, but you weren’t exactly jumping at the chance to see a murder scene, especially not one as gruesome as a Hannibal crime scene. You were squeamish watching them on TV, let alone seeing one in person.

The scene seemed relatively tame (for Hannibal standards anyways) as you pulled up: a bunch of police officers were walking around near the edge of a river, yellow tape crossing off most of the forest-like area on either side of the river so no one would trample the crime scene. One of the officers nodded to Jack as the two of you approached and held up the tape for the two of you to duck under.

Waiting for you was the one person you had been hoping to meet: Will Graham.

“Welcome back, (Y/N),” he said, giving you a subtle nod before turning to Jack. “Body was anchored down to stay at the bottom of the river. It might not have been found if it wasn’t for a hiker and her dog.”

“Are they still here?” Jack asked.

“Over talking to some police.” Will led the two of you towards the river’s edge. A black body back was at the edge of the grass, zipped tight to hide the body inside of it.

“Do we know what the cause of death was?” Jack asked.

Will shook his head. “This body has been down there long enough that whatever fish or aquatic creatures are in the pond have eaten away enough of the body to make it unrecognizable. We can’t even get an identity off of him right now until we send him to forensics.”

You braced yourself as Will reached down to the bag to unzip it, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the body that was inside. Actually, “body” was putting it too generously. What was inside the body bag was mostly bone and some muscle, with almost all of the skin having been eaten off or otherwise washed away by the water.

Your stomach lurched and you quickly turned away, covering your mouth in case you did throw up. Jack was quick to follow you, putting a soothing hand on your back.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded, but didn’t feel as though you were able to speak just yet.

“Close it up, Will,” Jack said.

“You’ve never been queasy around bodies before,” Will pointed out.

“Just do it!”

You heard the body bag zipping closed. You took a couple of deep breaths to settle your pounding heart and your weak stomach before standing up again. Even though you knew the body bag was closed, you refused to turn back around. You couldn’t face it, or Will and Jack for that matter.

“Maybe you should go back to the station,” Jack suggested.

“I’ll be fine,” you lied.

“(Y/N), as your superior I am giving you an order to go back to the station. Will and I will take care of this, you can help back at the lab with whatever data we can recover.”

You nodded and headed back to the black SUV that you and Jack had arrived in. You sat behind the wheel for a moment, taking a second to recover from what had happened by the river, before turning on the vehicle and driving away from the scene.

However, despite the orders Jack had given you, you didn’t drive back to the station. Instead, you found yourself back at Hannibal’s office. You walked in, not thinking of how Hannibal was likely with another patient, and starting banging on his office door. Luckily, when he opened it, he was alone.

“(Y/N),” he said, surprised by your appearance. “I thought you were returning to your job today.”

“I don’t remember a single thing that has happened before I woke up in your office yesterday, and I’m convinced I’m in a different universe where you and everyone in here are fictional characters and I somehow landed here as an FBI agent who killed someone.”

He looked at you for a long time before stepping aside and gesturing you into his office. No doubt he was trying to think of the phone number for the best mental asylum to send you to as he closed the door behind you and followed you in.

“Let’s start with the memory loss issue,” he said, sitting down in the same chair he was in the day before when you arrived. “You say you don’t remember anything before our session yesterday? Not even how you got here?”

You shook your head and sat across from him. “Nothing. I mean, I have some muscle memories, like I knew how to get to the FBI office today and I knew how to get here from the crime scene I just left, but other than that I don’t remember anything. I don’t remember my job, I don’t remember that attack that supposedly landed me in therapy, I don’t even remember my apartment or if my family is really my family.”

“Do you think this may have something to do with the trauma from the attack?”

You shook your head. “No, there’s no way. If that was it, I would have just that moment repressed and not my entire life before now. But it’s all gone. I can’t even tell you how I got to your office yesterday for our session or what we were talking about before I woke up.”

You started to pace around his office while he watched you. “And, besides, if it was just trauma from the attack, why would I believe that all of this is fake? Why do I think certain things are going to happen, bad things, to the people who are supposedly my colleagues, because I thought I saw them on TV already?”

“It could be that your mind is trying so hard to repress what happened that it has created a false reality that you believe to be true,” Hannibal explained. “Maybe you fell into that delusion yesterday before our session and snapped out of it while here.”

That explanation made sense, but it also terrified you even more. What was real in that case? What wasn’t? And why could you still not remember anything if you had potentially snapped out of the delusion?

“What kinds of things do you think are going to happen to your colleagues?”

You froze. How do you respond to this? What you knew all linked back to Hannibal’s secret - if that was even a real thing and not just another delusion. But if that was real, you couldn’t let him know you were onto him, unless you wanted to become his next victim.

“Beverly is killed by a serial killer,” you started, trying to be as vague as possible. “Killed and left on display for Jack to find. Will goes to prison for a murder he didn’t commit. You and Alana...” You trailed off and let out a slight chuckle, “You start a relationship.”

An amused look passes on Hannibal’s face as well. “A very imaginative mind you have. Is that all?”

You shake your head. “There’s so much more. There’s...well, there’s three seasons worth of plot I think I know about everyone.”

“And yet Beverly is still alive, Will has not been to prison, nor do I think he ever will be, and Doctor Bloom and I have a professional relationship that I do not see changing any time soon. Perhaps you are just trying to deal with the trauma you have gone through by creating these false scenarios where you are a viewer instead of partaking in the violence.”

You could feel tears starting to well up in your eyes. It was all becoming too much to think about. “Doctor Lecter, am I going crazy?”

“We do not use that type of language here,” he responded. “You are dealing with something very distressing, something that has never happened to you before and that can be very traumatic to remember. It is very likely that your brain is trying to protect yourself from those memories by repressing them and trying to come up with a safer reality for you.”

You nodded your head along to what he was saying.

“I believe we should up your sessions to twice a week so we can discuss this,” he said. “Would you be okay with that?”

You nodded again.

Just like the day before, he saw you out of his office. You were shaking and still trying to wrap your head around everything.

“Before you go,” he said, pulling your attention back to him. “Was there anything else in this fantasy version of our lives about me that you saw?”

You couldn’t tell if he was genuinely curious in an amused way, or if he was trying to get something out of you. You tried not to let your face give anything away as you shook your head.

“No. Just that you were Will’s therapist at one point, and then you and Alana started dating. That’s...that’s all I remember.”

There was a skeptical look on his face, one that made your skin crawl.

He nodded. “Just wanted to make sure there was nothing that should be discussed prior to our next session.”

As he closed the door, you felt yourself dreading that next session.

#hannibal #hannibal imagine #hannibal nbc #hannibal netflix #netflix #nbc #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fandom #fanfic

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

LATE NIGHT CONVERSATIONS

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

LATE NIGHT CONVERSATIONS

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Andy enjoys talking to their baby.

Warnings: None, this is something I just wanted to write.

A/N: none.

Word count: 706

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

GIFS not mine, you can find the credits in each gif :)

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Andy has been coming home late for the past two weeks, and even when he came home early he kept working in his office. This, was one of those days. It was nearly 1 a.m. when he closed his laptop and headed to the bedroom. He stretched his arms as he walked to the closet and changed his working clothes for something more comfortable. When he came out, he saw Annie peacefully sleeping on her side, her small hand on top of her now 7-month pregnancy belly. She began to “protect” her belly ever since she found out she was pregnant, something he found endearing.

He kneeled by the foot of the bed and climbed on it until his face was at the same level of her belly, he took her hand out of the way and put his own on it.

“Hi, there?” He whispered to the belly, “It’s me, I’m daddy.” Andy felt a small kick, “There you are.” He giggled, “How you been? Good?” Another kick, “I bet is very cozy in there.”

He began to draw circles on Annie’s belly. “So, I’m sorry I’m late. I was working. I’m a lawyer you know, when you are older I’ll explain what that is.” He saw a bit of movement in the belly, “I woke you up, didn’t I? I’m sorry, I just wanted to talk to you for a bit, hope that’s ok?” He felt another kick, this time it was harder. “Awesome, I don’t know if your mommy talks ‘bout me, I hope she does and I hope is all good things.” He thought for a moment it was silly for him to be talking with his unborn child, but that thought flew out of the window when the baby moved again.

“You are listening, well, I like this. So, you have a brother, Jacob, we call him Jake. He is so excited to meet you. I am too, and I’m positive your mom is too. She’s been waiting for you for quite some time now. She loves you very much, you know. Like you made her have all this cravings of things she doesn’t even like and she eats them from you! She caresses her belly before she goes to bed, she plays music for you. I know you are all comfy in there, but don’t get used to it, we will have a better place for you here. We are ready for you.” Andy paused for a minute, “Hey, I was wondering what you are. You haven’t let us see if you are a boy or girl.” The baby kicked once more, “Oh, I know, kick me once if you are a boy and twice if you are a girl.” He kept staring at Annie’s belly to see any movement, but nothing happened, “Come on,” Andy poked the belly, “Just gimme a hint.” Nothing, “Fine, I love you no matter what you are, just so you know. I’ll let you sleep now; I’m tired anyways. We can talk tomorrow, ok?”

Andy placed a kiss on Annie’s belly and moved up on the bed and to his side, he let his head fell on the pillow when he heard a sniff on her side.

“Honey?”

“You always said pretty things.” She sniffed once more.

“Ow, honey, I thought you were sleeping. Didn’t mean to make you cry.” Andy hugged her close.

“Have you done that before? Talking to our baby.”

“Ammm maybe a couple of times. I just felt like doing it. I can always stop.”

“No, I think you should keep doing it.”

“Really? Why?”

“The baby likes your voice, I know it. Every time you come back home and said “Honey, I’m home.” They move and kick.”

“Well, I didn’t know that. How about if tomorrow I read the baby a story, do you think that’ll be ok?”

“That’ll be perfect.” Annie gave her a kiss on the lips and snuggled against his chest. “We’ll see if we get them to tell us if it is a girl or a boy.”

Andy laughed and kissed her head, “We’ll see. Good night, honey.” Andy placed his hand on her belly, he felt a couple of soft kicks, “Good night, baby.”

#andy barber fanfic #andy barber #annie johnson #andy x annie #andy x reader #andy barber x reader #the nanny fic #andy barber fanfiction #the nanny au #andy and annie

[pix3lplays]

(I swear I talk about Final Fantasy Rebirth just gimme a second lol)

little update and a little bit of me being ill over another fictional man

Sigh I think I’m a little bit…burnt out? I’m using my day off to just. Do nothing, instead of doing the stuff I used to love.

Don’t feel like writing, don’t feel like playing a video game, don’t even feel like getting up to make myself some food because I’m hungry.

I’m fine don’t worry, but I do think I’m suffering some burn out…my life just. Revolves around going to work now, lol, it’s all I seem to think and worry about.

Anyways, sorry for being all down, I did want to share something that made me happy today haha

Like I said I haven’t even Felt like playing video games, so I haven’t messed around with FF Rebirth too much yet despite really wanting to (just not having the passion for it yet), but I watched part of the cutscene where the gang meets Vincent Valentine and…oh my gosh??

He’s my old flame. As a kid who played the original, yeah, I went through the process of getting Vincent and I thought he was THE GUY, ya know?? He is THE guy. Never used him, but just having him felt REALLY good.

Seeing him in the remake??? He looks SO good??? Matt Mercer is voicing him??? And the voice sounds incredible????

Watching him not know how his little device worked, his little “oh” after Cait Sith set it up for him??? I love him I love him so much

And not even mentioning THE tragedy that is Vincent Valentine…I’m excited to see more, I really need to find the motivation to play again. I’m only like. 40 minutes in to the game…

Anyways this was my long way of asking if anyone has any Vincent Valentine headcanons (romantic or in general I’ll take ANYTHING) they’re willing to share with me👉👈 I’d really appreciate it~

I’m so normal about him I swear. Also. The fangs?? They gave him fangs???? Thanks I needed that.

Also the coolest name I’ve ever heard in my LIFE. Little Pixel was like :0 Vincent Valentine??? Are you kidding??

Ok ok I’m done now~

#vent #rant #pixel says stuff sometimes #vincent valentine #ff Vincent Valentine #vincent valentine x reader #please I’m so normal about him I need CONTENT

[sumire-no-nikki]

Hardy Days

January is a month that takes some time to break into like brand new shoes. It always feels longer than it is. It has been a while since I’ve been online properly though for the best reasons. My days have been full. My desk succumbs to entropy just as soon as I’ve tidied it up, my planner is abundant with marks, overflowing with tasks in constant flux. But that just means my hours are well consumed. My days feel very lived in and I’m endlessly thankful for that.

It hasn’t been all work though! I managed to read 4 books so far this month, two of which I would like to mention here. The first book I read is Before We Say Goodbye, which is the fourth book in the Before the Coffee Gets Cold Series by Toshikazu Kawaguchi. I think the fourth one is my favorite so far, if not a close second to the first book. This one made me cry so hard it felt like a cardio exercise haha. The fifth book hasn’t been translated yet and I’m too impatient so I went ahead and started it in Japanese. I was just telling a pal how much comfier it is in the original language. I think I will reread the previous books in Japanese as well once I can get ahold of it from Kinokuniya. I’m so excited!

Another book I finished recently is Voices of the Dead by Ambrose Parry. It’s a historical fiction medical/crime novel set in Victorian Edinburgh. It also has hints of angsty romance between the two main characters, and if you know me at all, you know angst is my fuel, my reason for being lmao. But on top of the already very attractive premise, I must say the pervasive question of “am I what I come from or am I what I can become” throughout all the books is such a robust subject that I can never get enough of. I really enjoyed it! Ah, but now I’ve got to wait for the next book (if there is one). I’m pretty hopeful because the ending was set up for a continuation for sure, but you never know. Also, can I just complain about something extremely petty? Why is the fourth book’s spine different from the rest of the series? It’s from the same publisher, the same font is used. But why is the symbol not the same size as the other volumes’ symbols? WHY. Why would they make it not line up properly like that? I’m losing my mind!!

Now, I’m not one for redecorating just because it’s a new year, but I did change up my vinyl corner by switching out the old art with two posters in matching red—one from a Mitski concert way back in 2017, and one poster of Billie Marten’s 2023 album. Two very different eras of my life coming together. Quite poetic now that I think about it.

While on the subject of music, I’ve had Marika Hackman’s new album “Big Sigh” on repeat since it came out. Oh my god it’s so so good. I remember thinking when I first heard it, god, this is like having my guts pulled out of me. The lyrics are so raw I felt like my chest was going to cave in. Even the music conveys such angst and self-sabotage. The one song that struck me the most is the penultimate song called “Please Don’t Be So Kind.” That one really spoke to me. I love it so much I figured out the guitar chords by ear because I badly wanted to play it. (It’s just three chords in slightly different arrangements throughout the song: C/G-D/A-Em7/B. Half-step up tuning or more conveniently with capo on the 1st fret). I haven’t stopped thinking about the album and I don’t think I will ever stop doing so. I feel that my life is made richer by having listened to this body of work. Even though it’s rather depressing, I actually relish that about it. I think I’m at an age now where I can clearly see my emotion outside my body. It’s a place I can visit as I please. I can work through my feelings and then when I’ve done my best with it, I can leave it be. I can experience things as deeply as I want to while having the confidence that I won’t lose myself in it. It’s a very freeing sense of clarity.

Also, this is from a while back now but I got the newest volume of the coffee magazine I’m subscribed to and the coffee sampler they sent for the quarter is stellar. It tasted of peach and orange, it was insane. The sampler had enough for only two espresso double shots but it made such an impact I just have to note it down here. The roaster, A Matter of Concrete, is based in Rotterdam. I might have to pop in there to try more of their coffee one of these days. Oh, but this reminds me that my grinders are due for a cleaning. Right, I’ll have to do that sometime tomorrow. And I’m not looking forward to it because I’m always anxious I’ll fuck up the burrs or put the grinders back all wrong. Also, looking at this photo, I have to polish my espresso machine, don’t I? Oops.

What else have I been up to? I’ve recently reconnected with my best friend from my undergraduate days and it has been such a blessing. We didn’t have a fight or anything. We just drifted apart because I moved away for my MA and they went back home for a job offer. But they reached out to let me know they’ll be moving to Europe to start a second degree and a career change!! Which means we will be able to see each other again!! Oh, I’m looking forward to that so much I’m counting the days. I have such fond memories of them I can’t wait to bear hug the hell out of them haha.

I also finally decided to finish a writing project I have left alone to stew in its own unfinished mess for far too long lol. I forced myself to churn as much words as I could, and then the arduous task of negotiating what to keep, what to expand and what to cut came soon after. I’ve since finished it and I’m relieved to have concluded that story. I’m quite satisfied with the arc. It felt like a good study of how I write, what I want from a story and how I can achieve it. Writing is a process of self discovery and I’m always overwhelmed by that feeling when it’s happening in real time. Like you feel minute parts of yourself shifting into new positions, light shed in previously dark corners. It’s overwhelming and terrifying, yet tranquil and natural at the same time. I look forward to whatever I’ll find in the next writing project.

Anyway, I’m off to do a bit of translation work. It has been quite an eventful Friday for me over here, and my weekend is looking like it will be just as busy. How has your January been? I hope you’ve been taking good care of yourself. I leave you with a song by This Is The Kit called “Inside Outside.” It has a groovy bass line that I enjoy playing and straight up just vibing to. I recommend the album it's from if you’re in the market for something new to listen to.

That’s all for now. Until next time!

#diary #sumire-no-nikki

[letstalkwhump]

Let's Talk Whump No.17

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community! I’m Malice and I’ll be your host today. 

Today’s I’m talking whump with the amazing @painful-pooch! 

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump! Do you want to start by sharing a fact or two about your self?

Hiya! My name is Izzy, some folks know me as Pooch and I am 22 years old. Favorite color is blue, my favorite animal is a German Shepherd, like mine lmao, and one of my favorite hobbies is mowing my lawn. I currently serve in the military, so any free time I get, I enjoy working on my house, writing, chatting with friends, or loving on my dog, Zelda. 

What does whump mean to you? 

Time to get all philosophical! Whump to me is a sort of way to work through my feelings, help visualize certain aspects of my life, and to cope with the pain of the past. It is more than pain though, because a lot of the time I feel like I rarely deserve comfort, but if I can bring some amount of happiness to others with my writing, then it truly brings me a smile to my face. Whump is a vague genre that I think has so many definitions depending on the person, but for me, it’s a way to get that pent up emotion out of me and put it in writing. Having PTSD, anxiety, and depression can be heavily taxing on my mental health, but thankfully with whump, I have so many tools available to me to tackle my challenges and problems head on. 

And how did you find the whump community? What made you want to join?

It’s kind of funny how I found it. A few years back, I was a simple lurker, but once I was living with my husband (long story), I decided to join a few whump servers. From there, I got to meet some amazing folks and I was embedded in the community from there. I just wanted to feel like I belonged, and for once, I felt like others understood where my love of whump came from. I don’t want to name folks since I don’t know if they would appreciate it, but there were two lady whump writers I know of that really got me to feel excited for creating a universe where anything can happen. 

Over time, I started to learn about other writers and before I knew it, I became friends, even best friends with some of the authors I speak to on a constant basis. I didn’t feel like how I used to, and I was able to spread my wings and get more active in the community, going as far as opening my own discord whump server for adults only that truly respects triggers and accepts whump of all varying degrees using roles. I hope to be the person that can one day help someone get into the community and have a good time with all of us. 

And have you found that your view on whump has changed since you joined?

It has definitely fluctuated as time went on, actually. I didn’t feel comfortable at first writing military whump because I didn’t know how others would feel about me being in the military and I didn’t want them to think that my fiction was stuff that actually happens in real life. I took an extremely long break from mafia whump just due to some personal issues I was having with how the story was playing out, but thankfully I am trying to find my way back into it.

A lot of my friends know me as an NSFW lover, but the funniest thing is that I haven’t written anything NSFW for public consumption in… I think it’s been like half a year now. I sadly wasn’t into Fandoms because I didn’t think there was much to work with, but once I met two of my friends, that quickly changed. I was inhaling all of their work, and I wanted more of it. That being said, I can never write Fandom, but I can now definitely respect the work that others put into it. Afterall, whump is whump, regardless of characters or tropes. 

And now everyone’s favourite question! What are your favourite whump tropes?

Oh man, this is the question I have been waiting for! I am in love with non-human whumpees like shapeshifters and military whump of all varying degrees. That being said, my top favorite tropes have to be ‘Scar to Remember’, ‘Touch Starved’, ‘Sacrifice’, and ‘I Know You’re in There Somewhere’ Fight. Something about whumpees that have scars from troubled pasts, battles from forever ago that still hurt in the present, and those that try to hide their scars from others is a treat to behold for me. Touch starved whumpees that wish they could be held or even feel cared about make me swoon, but there’s that delicious flavor of touch averse whumpees craving affection in the form of touch even while it hurts them as well. 

Sacrifice is a major trope I have in most of my series that I feel is necessary for me. I have a character named Bruno that will absolutely do anything in his power to keep others safe, from giving up his chest armor and putting himself in danger, to shielding others to take the majority of the damage. It’s a trope that I feel can convey more emotion and respect for a character than words can do. The final trope I will blab about is one that I hold dear to me, and that is finding one’s self within their heart, especially after being subjected to the most pain and cruelty possible. There’s something to be said when you think a character has reached their utmost, but they have this small amount of hope that turns into rage, strength, resiliency, or whatever is needed to surpass the horrors they have faced. 

What do you consider your best pierce of writing? Do you mind sharing it with us?

The best writing piece I have written was "Tell Me When It's Over". It was actually in response to an ask game I did, where I was given a sentence or five words I had to have within the answer. I think it’s one of my most cherished ones because it shows Bruno’s perspective after an explosion occurs and the reason he’s so injured while also being vague. He doesn’t know all that is going on, but he can see his teammates looking down at him in a way that makes him realize he was really in for it. It’s so short while also packing a punch that I think it needed to really carry it far. 

Poor Bruno! That really packs a lot of emotion into a few words! Do you have a particular writing routine?

I think early mornings (between 5am-8am) and early night (between 8pm-10pm) to be the best times for me to work on my writing. I usually have my water bottle to drink from, but sometimes if I am feeling snackish, I will have some chips nearby and reward myself for every 300 words I write. I absolutely have to have the TV on and play either a show or a movie in the background for me to enjoy, which depending on the work I am doing, can change what show or movie I watch. I have come to learn that I can’t write at specific times due to my work schedule or if I am indisposed to being a loving wife, dog mom, or if I am volunteering somewhere. Usually when the inspiration strikes, I will pull out my phone or laptop and type out the general mood or vibe I was wanting to follow, so that way I don’t forget it once it’s time to come back. I also have a few spotify playlists that let me pick which character I want to hone in on. It’s all about the vibes, amirite?

Do you find that some things are easier to write than others?

Oh absolutely! The easiest thing for me to write is when my characters are having a flurry of emotions going through them while also dealing with anything else like torture, conversations with fellow characters, or being deep within a nightmare. It’s interesting when I do write in the first person for some of my characters, as it can have a deep sense of self-loathing, dread, and gives the reader an insight into the mind of said character. I struggle with writing small projects (under 500 words). Something in my brain tells me it’s not enough to make the scene move smoothly and there’s not enough detail. That being said, whenever I said I would write something short, it ends up becoming 4k words. It’s a curse, I tell you. 

Give us a peak behind the curtains, is there anything new you’re currently working on?

So far, me and two of my best friends, Jada @actressforhim and Blue @ocean-blue-whump are working on AUs and some canon stuff involving my military task force or just Bruno. I always love working with friends and just having a good ol’ time RPing with them. They made me fall back in love with writing. 

On top of me working on my shape-shifter universe and the task force military whump series, I was going to revive a mafia series starring a soviet mafia lord trying to make it big in the US during the Prohibition Era in the 1920s. I wanted to dive into something noir-esque and diversify while also getting over my personal hurdles that held me back in the past. 

Is there any advice you’d like to share?

Some of the best writing advice I can give is this: While others are reading your work, keep in mind that it is *your* story. If someone doesn’t like it, they can move on or create their own story to fit those ideals they want. Also, have fun while writing and if it feels like work or stress, take a break. It’s supposed to be a fun hobby to share with friends, not something that determines your future. Finally, don’t let those haters get to you. You will make it past all those obstacles and you’ll know who your real friends are when the dust settles. 

Finally, let’s give a shout-out to the wonderful people in this community!

I really want to thank Blue @ocean-blue-whump for being my absolute best friend and meeting me IRL last year. It was one of the best times of my life and I can’t wait to continue growing with her. I also want to thank Jada @actress4him and Nox @inscrutable-shadow for helping me open up the Slices of Whump Discord server and allowing us to host fun events for our server members, love whump, RP, and more. 

These next few folks have earned my respect and love. If I missed any, I am sorry and I will reblog with a bigger list ofc. 

@whumperofworlds

@pigeonwhumps

@crash-bump-bring-the-whump

@emcscared-whumps

@shapeshiftersandfire

@straight-to-the-pain

@sableflynn

@evilwriter-originals

Is there anything you'd like to add? 

My DMs are always open to you and if there’s anything you need, from a message to stay strong to a hug with all my heart and love. 

I love you all so much, and never forget to keep on whumping and to stay snazzy!

Thank you for the chance to get to talk to you!

Thank you so much for stopping by, Izzy! For those who missed the announcement, Izzy has joined the team at Let’s Talk Whump and it is wonderful to have her here!

And to all you folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

[shirotaniart]

My experience with romantic attraction as an allosexual aromantic:

I've seen so many people connect online over being aroace and that is so cool. But I haven’t seen many posts about aromanticism while being allosexual.

So I tought I would like to talk about how I experience my sexuality and identity.

For me the aromanticism doesn’t come along with romance repulsion in general. I enjoy romance in fiction as a plot device or source of conflict because it can help the characters evolve but also be their struggle. Romance is cool for me as long as I don't have to experience it myself.

The biggest clues of my aromanticism have proven to be my lack of interest in finding a relationship, my fear and disinterest in making a commitment and the most important one, to me that is, - my fear of receiving romantic affection and the inability to feel it. I get annoyed with people showing me romantic affection, I rationalize that being in love is just chemicals in your body telling you to have sex. And romance is just the tool to get there on a social level.

As a bisexual however I get attracted to people, I like kissing and sex. I just don’t see it as the reason to be with someone and to share my life with them. That's what friends are for in my opinion.

I have had a relationship before I realized that I don't actually want one. I felt cornered, overwhelmed and I couldn’t reciprocate what they were giving me on an emotional level. All the feelings I misinterpreted before we entered the relationship turned to dust once our flirting became something serious. What I felt as we were chasing each other was excitement and the physical attraction. I mistook it for a crush because everyone around you expects you to find love when you grow up. So I thought it was that. Even recently I still thought I had a crush, when it was just desire and the excitement of eventually getting laid lmao The funniest part is that I only ever "crushed" on people who are romantically unattainable - much much older married men, fictional characters and such. Never ever was there a chance I could get with anyone and that felt so safe to me. It was just a fantasy and I didn’t have to deal with actual commitment or affection.

That doesn’t mean that I cannot love, I do love so many people so so dearly. I love my friends, I love my family. I just don’t feel romantic affection. It was especially hard to figure out because as an aroace you aren’t interested in neither sex nor romance. But being able to feel sexual attraction really confused me and made me feel like I was just not lucky with relationships. It's funny that once you realize you might be on the aspectrum that you become able to separate romantic and sexual and sensual attraction.

There are probably many people who think of you as a sex-crazed cold-hearted monster when you can feel one kind of attraction but not the other. But my sexual desire ain't more than any other allosexual's. And I don't choose to not fall in love with people and not wanting to spend my life with someone entirely. It's just how I happen to feel. And I am being honest about that. I would never make someone think that I have romantic intentions with them on purpose. I wouldn’t cheat on anyone even if I happen to end up in a relationship. I still believe that trust and being faithful is important if that is what you agreed on.

It's incredible how many think they are entitled to your romantic availability even when they don't even know you. But I know that I don't owe anyone.

There are some smaller clues that I have overlooked for so long:

- I flirt for fun only (and sex)

- According to others I "send the wrong signals"

- I get scared or repulsed by people having a crush on me

- My goals don't include a family nor a partner

- I cannot react appropriately to and appreciate anyone that expresses romantic affection towards me

There is so so so much more but I wanted to get a little out there.

Hi I am Shiro, I am an aromantic bisexual. And I am coming to terms with that, feeling less and less like an alien or broken.

#aromanticism #aromantic #ramblings #alloaro

[midwestmade29]

For the Both of Us 🧡

Just a sweet story about Hangman 🥰 Not gonna lie, I'm pretty excited about this one 🤭🖤

Word Count: 1,888 Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine

Disclaimers: Just a couple of curse words, that's it! 🙂

This story is written from the POV of Hangman Adam Page 🤠

Fiction

Hangman has a very important question to ask Y/N's father...

Today’s the day. I’m going to ask Y/N’s father for his permission to marry her. We haven’t been together for very long, but there’s no doubt in my mind that she’s the one! I’ve met all her family, and they seem to like me just fine. Her dad is a different story. He doesn’t like my career choice; he says he doesn’t understand it. He’s been vocal about his dislike for the way I dress and my longer hair, and our opinions and views on things don’t always match up. There is one thing we do have in common though, and that’s our love we have for Y/N. 

After sitting in my truck for the last 15 minutes trying to calm my racing heart, I finally put one foot in front of the other and knocked on the front door. Y/N’s mother opened it and greeted me with a smile and a hug. I handed her the wildflowers I had picked on my way over as I crossed the threshold. 

I had called her a few days ago to let her in on my plan and she was thrilled! My ear is still ringing a little from the loud shriek she let out. “It’s good to see you, sweetie! Y/N’s dad is about to come in from the fields for lunch if you want to wait with me in the kitchen. I can fix you something to eat too, get you a beer to calm your nerves? Maybe something stronger? I’ll even have one with you!” Y/N’s mother seemed just as nervous as I was with the way she was rambling, but I still appreciated her kindness. She’s who Y/N gets her loving and caring nature from. “I’ll take you up on that beer. Thanks,” I smiled. She opened the two beers and clinked her bottle to mine before we each took a swig. 

Sitting and waiting for Y/N’s father was tortuous as the minutes ticked on. I was fidgeting on the barstool and my palms were sweaty. I kept going over what I wanted to say to him in my head while trying to maintain small talk with Y/N’s mother. She gave her best effort trying to soothe my nerves, her words of comfort were making me feel better, “Now I know Y/N’s father can be a bit of a hard ass, but I also know he just wants what’s best for his little girl. I see the way you and Y/N look at each other, how she lights up whenever you walk into a room. She’s completely smitten with you Adam! I’ve never seen her happier than she is with you,” I can’t hide my stupid grin, even when I try to by pressing my beer bottle against my lips. I’ve got it so bad for this girl.

Our casual conversation came to a halt when the back door opened and the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor echoed through the small hallway leading to the kitchen. “Somethin’ sure smells good in here,” Y/N’s father called out. The slight smile he had on his face when he looked at his wife quickly faded when he noticed me sitting at the counter. Y/N’s mother cleared her throat, breaking the silence that had suddenly fallen around the 3 of us, “Hi honey! Your lunch is ready, want me to get it for you? Adam here wanted to have a little chat with you too. He was just telling me all about this week’s wrestling show, weren’t you sweetie?” I smiled and nodded in her direction; my mouth now felt as dry as a desert. With a low groan, Y/N’s father spoke up, “Well, come on son. I don’t have all day; the fields still need tending to and I didn’t set aside much time for a lunch break. Let me wash up real quick and I’ll meet you in the living room,”

The ticking coming from the clock on the mantel was deafening while I sat and twiddled my thumbs on the couch. I practically jumped out of my skin when Y/N’s father made his presence known suddenly, “Let’s get things going, son. What’s on your mind that’s so important you felt the need to interrupt a hard-workin’ man’s lunchtime?” From his tone and the way he plopped down in his favorite recliner, I could already tell he was in no mood for small talk or beating around the bush. I swallowed my nerves and got right to it, “I know time is of the essence for you sir, so I’ll try and make this quick. I came here today to ask for your blessing. I want to ask your daughter to marry me,” My voice came out a lot shakier than I wanted it to. “Y/N is everything to me, and I want nothing more than for her to be my wife. It’s important to her, and to me to have your blessing,”

Y/N’s father seemed to be lost in thought, or possibly avoiding the topic at hand. The stillness in the room threatened to make me insane, but I wasn’t quite sure how to navigate this conversation. I said the first thing that popped in my head next, “Sir, I know you don’t like me much, but I am a good man. I can’t imagine how hard it is to give permission to someone who wants to take something that means the whole world to you away. I work hard and I’m good at what I do. I’m an honorable man and I will strive every day to be everything your daughter needs. I support her dreams, the vision she has for her future. She’s all I’ve ever wanted in a spouse, a best friend. I can’t promise that things will always be easy, but I promise to love her enough for the both of us,”

The man continued to sit in the chair, stiff as a board. I’m convinced he was enjoying making me squirm while I waited for him to show any kind of life. I was just about to excuse myself to leave, but when he eventually spoke up, his words stopped me in my tracks. “Are you sure you’re not proposin’ to me son? Them’s some romantic words you just said to me. You’re shit outta luck if you are cause’ I’ve been happily married for 40 years,” his tone and expression unreadable. “Excuse me?” I asked full of confusion. The laugh he let out came from deep in his belly and only continued to grow as he took in the dumbfounded look I had on my face. When he caught his breath, he decided to put an end to my suffering, “I’m just yanking your chain boy! You’ll have to forgive me for my piss poor joke. It’s not every day I have someone askin’ me for my daughter’s hand in marriage,” He pushed the leg rest down and stood up, still chuckling to himself as he walked over to me. I joined in, laughing nervously as I rose to my feet too. “Before you go on and say somethin’ else, I have somethin’ I want to say too,” he explained. I nodded my head, looking him in the same rich brown eyes that Y/N has and let him say his peace. “I know I give you heck whenever you’re around. It’s just the way this old stubborn farmer is I suppose. You can ask my wife, she’ll confirm just how stubborn and set in my ways I am,”

“I know that’s right!” Y/N’s mother called out from nearby. We both shared a genuine laugh at his expense before he continued, “Y/N is my baby girl, my pride and joy. We’ve had a special bond ever since she was little and sometimes it’s hard for this old man to accept that she’s not so little anymore. I know you’re a good man, son and I know she loves you just as much as you do her. I guess what I’m gettin’ at is, I’ll give you my blessing, but I have a couple of conditions,” His face went back to serious which made me swallow hard and shift on my feet a little bit, but at this point I was about to agree to whatever this man wanted as long as it meant I could marry Y/N. “Okay, sure. What are your conditions?”

“One is, you’re gonna have to explain this wrestling stuff to me again. Help me understand what exactly it is you do. Two is, you’ll talk to Y/N and her mother and convince them to let me wear my boots with whatever get up they’re gonna want me to wear to the wedding. There ain’t no way I’m cramming these size 13’s in a pair of dress shoes,” The relief I felt when he smiled a genuine smile was immediate. All tension felt like it had left the room, and it was as if a new leaf had been turned. I returned his smile, grinning from ear to ear when my brain finally registered what he just said. My words rushed out as happiness washed over me, “Yes sir! I think that can be arranged. You’ve got yourself a deal,”

I extended my hand to him, and he gripped it firmly, shaking it swiftly before pulling me in for a hug. “Well, it’s settled then. I give you my blessing to ask Y/N to marry you. Looks like there’s gonna be a wedding soon!” he sang. Y/N’s mother clapped and cheered as she entered the room, her eyes glossed over with happiness as she embraced me tightly for the second time today. “Oh honey, I’m so happy for you two! Y/N is gonna make the most beautiful bride, and you’ll be the most handsome groom! Oh! Show me the ring sweetie! Please tell me you brought the ring with you!” the excitement in her mother’s voice was contagious, it made Y/N’s father and I laugh at her very animated antics. “It’s uh, actually out in my truck but I’d be happy to go and get it,” I offered. Before she could answer, Y/N’s father spoke up for the last time of the day, “And that son is my cue to get back to the fields. I trust you’ll let us know when you’re planning on popping the question,” “Of course, sir. I’ll keep you guys in the loop,” With a pat on my shoulder and a nod, he made his way back to the kitchen and out the back door. I knew it wouldn’t be long before Y/N would be arriving since she had promised to help her mother with some of the farm chores, so I rushed out to my truck and grabbed the ring box. I opened it and the small diamond sparkled in the sun, causing me to grin at the thought of it doing the same thing once I slide it on my future bride’s finger. When I was finally able to make my leave, I smiled like an idiot the entire drive home. I started to picture Y/N in a fancy white dress walking down the aisle, right to me. I don’t know what I ever did in life to deserve an angel like her, but I’m so damn lucky she’s mine.

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