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What do I write ?
I can write ; headcannons, hard hours, imagines, reactions, fanfics,...
NEW : TEXT MESSAGES !!
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Smut ( nsfw ), angst and sometimes it's close to horror cauz I love writting about weird subjects lol... I can write fluff. However I'm not into fantastic stuff.
I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. π
My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.
Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others
I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment
I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too π₯Ί
Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.
So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.
I hope this message finds you well. My name is Aziz, and Iβm reaching out with a heartfelt plea to help my family find safety and reunite with our mother. π
The ongoing war in Gaza has torn my family apart. My mother and newborn sister are stranded in Egypt, while I, along with the rest of my sex family members, am trapped in the midst of the genocide in Gaza. We have not only been separated but have also lost our home and are enduring unimaginable hardships. π
Your support can make a difference. Whether by reading our story, donating, or sharing our campaign with others, you can help us reunite, find safety, and start anew. ππ
Thank you, from the depths of my heart, for your kindness, compassion, and solidarity during this difficult time. β€π
Hello, I am reaching out to you today with great hesitation, but I find myself in a situation where I have no choice but to ask for your help. My mother is ill, and I am unable to meet her basic needs due to my current circumstances. Sharing my story will not only help me care for my mother but also enable me to continue my educational and professional journey, so I can achieve the stability I strive for to support my family. Any contribution, no matter how small, will make a significant difference in our lives.
You watched as he surveyed the room, his eyes squinting as if the coldness was a personal affront. "You know, I've heard that this kind of thing can make you sick," he said, his French accent thick with concern. "Back in Toulouse, we never had this⦠this⦠air conditioner!" He waved his hand dramatically at the device that was the source of his discomfort.
"Oh, come on, you're just not used to it," you chuckled, walking over to the thermostat. "I'll turn it down a bit, but don't tell me you miss the heat waves back home?"
You rolled your eyes playfully and adjusted the thermostat to a more moderate temperature. "Okay, Goldilocks," you teased, "not too hot, not too cold, just right."
As you both settled into the living room, the cooler air enveloping you like a gentle breeze, the squabble over the thermostat quickly forgotten. You offered him a glass of ice water, which he accepted gratefully, the condensation on the glass leaving wet circles on his fingertips. He took a sip, the chill of the liquid a stark contrast to the warmth of his body.
The conversation flowed easily, touching on the upcoming swim meets and his training regimen. You were intrigued by his discipline and dedication, the way his eyes lit up when he spoke of the water. It was clear that swimming was more than just a sport to him; it was a part of his identity, a sanctuary from the world.
As the evening progressed, the heat outside began to seep through the windows, and you could see beads of sweat forming on LeΓ³n's forehead. He was trying to be stoic, but the discomfort was palpable. "Are you sure you don't want the air conditioning to come back on?" you asked, noticing his squirms.
"Non, non," he replied, waving you off with a smile. "I'll be fine. It's just a bit of heat." But the beads of sweat on his forehead grew more insistent, and his smile began to falter.
The room was now a balmy 80 degrees, a stark contrast to the arctic chill from earlier. The sweat trickled down the side of his face, and his shirt began to stick to his chest. You could almost feel the warmth radiating from his body.
"I think you might be underestimating this heat," you said, noticing his struggle. "You're practically glowing, LeΓ³n."
He chuckled, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "It's not so bad," he insisted, though his voice was tinged with a hint of doubt. "But maybe, just a little bit?"
You couldn't resist the appeal in his eyes, so you nodded and walked back to the thermostat. "Alright, I'll give it a nudge," you said, turning the dial slightly. The air conditioning kicked back on, humming to life. LeΓ³n let out a relieved sigh as the cool air began to circulate once more, bringing with it a gentle reprieve from the oppressive heat.
The coolness grew, and you watched as his body language shifted. The tension in his shoulders eased, and his smile grew more genuine. He took another sip of water, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. "Merci," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours.
As the evening continued, the heat outside only grew more intense, but inside the apartment, the air remained at a comfortable temperature. The air conditioner's hum became a soothing background noise, punctuated by the occasional sound of water droplets falling from the vents.
LeΓ³n's eyes grew heavier as he sat on the couch, the soft fabric sticking slightly to his damp skin. You suggested a break from the conversation, and he nodded, leaning his head back against the cushion with a grateful sigh. The TV flickered in the background, playing a muted re-run of a French sitcom you had both seen a hundred times.
The coolness of the room began to seep into his bones, and he closed his eyes, allowing the gentle hum of the air conditioner to lull him into a doze. You took this opportunity to study him, noticing how his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks and his chest's soft rise and fall as he breathed. His tanned skin looked almost pale in the stark light of the television, and his wet hair had started to dry into unruly waves.
You leaned over to grab the remote, accidentally brushing against his arm. He jumped slightly at the touch, his eyes snapping open. "Sorry," you mumbled, "I didn't mean to startle you."
You felt a strange mix of amusement and concern. "Are you sure you're okay?" you asked, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. His skin was warm, almost feverish despite the air conditioning.
"Oui," he murmured, his voice thick with fatigue. "Just a little⦠jet lag, I think."
You nodded sympathetically, remembering his long flight from France. "Why don't you take a proper nap?" you suggested, standing up to grab a light blanket from the closet.
You sat back down in the chair opposite the couch, watching him sleep. The TV played on, but you had lost interest in the show. Instead, you found yourself lost in thought about the strange turn of events. The Olympic gold medalist, a man who had conquered the world's most challenging waters, was brought to his knees by your apartment's air conditioning. It was almost comical.
The room grew quiet, save for the occasional snore from LeΓ³n and the rhythmic hum of the AC. You reach for your phone, scrolling through social media to pass the time. A notification popped up, reminding you of an email you needed to send before bed. You sighed, deciding to get it over with.
As you stepped into the kitchen to grab your laptop, the coolness of the floor sent a shiver down your spine. The stark contrast between the living room and the rest of the apartment was bizarre. You chuckled to yourself, picturing LeΓ³n's reaction when he woke up. You quickly typed out the email, hitting send with a sense of accomplishment.
When you returned to the living room, you found LeΓ³n sitting up, his eyes wide and his face flushed. He was clutching the blanket tightly around his chest, looking utterly bewildered. "What happened?" he mumbled, his eyes searching the room.
"You fell asleep," you said gently, setting your laptop on the coffee table. "You looked pretty tired."
You sat down on the couch beside him, the cushion dipping slightly under your weight. "It's no wonder," you said. "Traveling across the world and adjusting to the time difference can be tough."
"Would you like me to turn it off?" you asked, nodding towards the TV.
"No, no," he said quickly, his eyes snapping back to you. "I'm okay."
You gave him a knowing smile and grabbed the remote, clicking off the TV. The sudden quiet was filled only by the persistent hum of the air conditioner. The darkness outside the windows seemed to press against the glass, a stark reminder of the sweltering world beyond the cocoon of your apartment.
LeΓ³n leaned back into the couch, his eyes drifting closed once more. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of protectiveness for him. Despite his tough exterior and incredible achievements, he was still a young man, far from home and dealing with an unfamiliar environment.
You grabbed a pillow from the chair and placed it gently under his head. His eyes fluttered open again, and he offered a soft "merci" before letting them drift shut once more. His breathing grew steady and deep as he slipped back into a light slumber.
The room was now bathed in the soft glow of the streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the floor. The only other light source was the dim screen of your phone, the blue light flickering off your face as you continued to scroll through the day's news.
The digital clock on the microwave read 11:30 PM, and you knew you should probably get some rest as well. You set your phone aside and leaned back into the chair, the cushion enveloping you with a comforting embrace. You watched him sleep for a few moments longer, his peaceful expression bringing a small smile to your lips.
Deciding to join him, you stood up and grabbed a blanket from the chair. You spread it out over yourself, settling into the plush armchair. The coolness of the leather sent a shiver down your spine, but you didn't mind. The temperature was now perfect, a balmy embrace that didn't steal your breath away.
LeΓ³n stirred, his eyes blinking open again. He looked around, his gaze landing on you with a hint of confusion. "You're not going to bed?" he asked, his voice still sleep-laden.
"I was just keeping you company," you said, smiling. "Besides, it's not every day I get to see my boyfriend. I want to make sure you're comfortable."
LeΓ³n's eyes widened at the mention of the word 'boyfriend'. It had slipped out so casually, but its weight hung in the air like a drop of water in zero gravity. He sat up, the blanket pooling around his waist. "Is that what this is?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and hope.
You blinked, realizing what you had said. "Well, I mean, unless you don't want it to be," you stumbled, suddenly self-conscious. The room felt a degree cooler as you awaited his response.
You felt your own heart race as you squeezed his hand in return. "Really?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The words hung in the air, unspoken feelings thickening the coolness of the room.
LeΓ³n nodded, his smile growing. "Oui," he said softly. "I've missed you."
You felt a warmth spread through you, chasing away the last of the chill from the air conditioning. "I've missed you too," you whispered, leaning closer to him. His hand found its way to the back of your neck, pulling you into a gentle kiss. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as if the weeks apart had compressed into a single moment of longing.
As your lips parted, you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. You pulled back slightly, smiling at the absurdity of the situation. "What if we get sick?" you joked, your voice light.
You couldn't help but laugh, the tension in the room dissipating like the last of the heat. "Fair enough," you murmured, leaning in for another kiss. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as you settled onto the couch beside him. The fabric of the blanket was cool against your skin, a gentle reminder of the outside world that no longer mattered.
As you lay there, the air conditioning's hum became a comforting white noise, a steady heartbeat that lulled you into a sense of security. The couch was far from the most comfortable place you've ever slept, but with LeΓ³n beside you, it felt like the most luxurious bed in the world. His breathing grew deep and even, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of sleep.
You couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment, the kind that settles into your bones like a warm bath. Here you were, with the man you had been dreaming of for weeks, in the safety of your own home. The chill in the air starkly contrasted his body's warmth, which was now pressed against yours. You pulled the blanket tighter, feeling his warmth seep into you, melding with the coolness in a delicious blend of comfort.
in which: you desperately just want to be jongho's little cum slut.
pair: jongho/afab!reader
word count: 2.1k
content: smut, technically an established relationship, nickname (honey), reader is wearing a bikini, choking, rough sex, fingering, breeding kink, unprotected sex (PLS REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL!), completely consensual!
rated: R | nsfw β minors do not interact
author's note: atp i'm going to have make this a series methinks
You were sitting in the shallow end of the pool as you watched him swim around. It was hot as fuck outside, and Jongho suggested that the two of you go swimming, but it was so hot that you simply did not feel like swimming. The shallow end of the pool was in a nice, shady area, so you opted to stay there while you watched Jongho have the time of his life.
Since you were in the water, you could only watch him. You didn't dare bring a book in or near the water, and your phone was sitting safe and sound in the locker room, so you literally had nothing to do. Well, you did have your imagination to keep you entertained, which was running wild the longer you watched Jongho swim around.
He swam over to you and fully submerged himself in the water before resurfacing and brushing his hair out of his face. You watched his biceps flex as he slicked back his hair, and you saw his chest move somewhat heavily as he let out a deep exhale. Your insides flipped and tumbled when you saw how fucking sexy he looked, and you yourself felt winded just beholding his devilish good looks.
"Honey, aren't you hot just sitting here?" Jongho asked as he leaned against the edge of the pool, his arm resting on the ledge. "The water is so nice and coolβ you should at least try swimming."
"I'm okay..." you barely managed to say. "Just watching you is enough."
"I know you're in the shade, but I feel like it's just hotter sitting here," Jongho continued to try and convince you to swim.
"It is really hot..." you murmured.
You spaced out, your eyes lingering on his refined muscles and his broad shoulders. Jongho seemed to still be talking to you, but all you could really focus on was the way the water lapped around his naked torso. How you wouldn't give to be pressed right against him, his arms wrapping securely around you, his waist pressing against yours. You desperately needed him against you, but there was no way you were going to be able to tell him that with a straight face.
"Honey?"
"Uh-huh..."
"What's going on with you?"
"Uh-huh..."
Jongho had it at that point. He stood right in front of you and snapped his fingers in front of your face, finally bringing you back to reality. Seeing him that close to you made your entire body jolt, and your fingers and toes tingled the closer he got to you. You were so ready to just fall over when he brought the back of his hand to your face.
"Oh God, your face is flushed, but you don't seem to have a fever... Maybe we should head back inside. I think the sun may be getting to you."
"It's not the sun getting to me, though," you whispered when Jongho grabbed your arm and turned around to drag you out of the pool.
He froze and he faced you once more. He walked forward quickly, making you scurry backwards until your back was pressing against the wall. Jongho pinned you in place, his chest extremely close to yours.
"What's going on, honey?" Jongho asked in a low voice.
You nearly shiveredβ Jongho sounded so hot whenever he dropped the octave of his voice. You were practically drowning in horny hormones at that point. Shifting uncomfortably, you whispered, "I... Uh..."
You felt your face get hotter as you thought about the things you wanted to ask him shamelessly.
I want you to fuck me senseless. I want you to use me and abuse me until I can't stand anymore. I want you to remind me who I belong to and make sure I never forget.
However, those crude words would never leave your mouthβ at least not sober. Thankfully, Jongho seemed to finally catch onto what was going through your mind, a smirk, crossing his face. He closed the distance between you and actually pressed his chest against yours. He leaned into you, his lips near your ear.
"If you want that, you can just ask, honey."
"You know I can't shamelessly ask like that... I'm too shy..."
"Sure, that's why you were staring at me like a piece of meat or something. Don't think I didn't notice the way you were looking at me while I was swimming."
Jongho's hands moved down to your waist. He held you with a firm grasp as he nuzzled his face into the nook of your neck, his lips occasionally pressing against your flushed skin. You held onto his shoulders and let out soft sighs as you felt his kisses trail along the curve of your neck down to your shoulder.
"If you knew, then why didn't you say anything?" you whined slightly.
"I wanted to see you squirm, honey. It's not fun if I don't get to tease you."
Jongho's hands went from your waist to your ass, his fingers pressing into your skin and making your bottoms ride up a little as he pulled upwards. You let out pleasureful sigh after pleasureful sigh the more he peppered kisses all over your upper body and the more he felt you up. Your grip on his shoulders got weaker when you felt his waist press against yours, electricity running through your body when you felt his hard on prod through his swim shorts.
"Now, honey, do you want to tell me what you want me to do to you, or would you like me to order you around like the cum slut you are?" Jongho whispered gruffly into your ear once his lips made their way back up.
"The latter please."
Jongho pulled away from you, and you saw his eyes darken. His jaw momentarily tensed before he pressed his lips feverishly against yours, sweeping you away into a world of bliss. Your fingers ran through his hair as you moved your hands from his shoulders to the back of his neck. The two of you kept making impatient sighs and grunts in between each sloppy kiss, the water around you beginning to move a little more as you both got antsier. It was when Jongho's fingers pushed the waistband of your bottoms down did you break off the infinite chain kisses and look at him with helpless, half-lidded eyes.
"Get out of the pool now," Jongho ordered.
You did as he said as quickly as possible, the man following closely behind. You didn't know where to go, so you stopped and looked around, only for Jongho to grab your arm and lead you to the lounge chairs near the edge of the pool. He sat down first before pulling you towards him, making you straddle him. You held onto his shoulders and lowered your ass onto his knees as he held your neck and pulled you back in to shove his tongue down your throat.
Jongho's fingers pressed into your neck, making you slightly light-headed as he continued to kiss you so rashly that you had absolutely no time to breathe. You felt like you were going to pass out, but you knew that there was no way Jongho was going to take it so far.
At some point, Jongho did have to let go of your neck so that he could remove your bikini. He untied your top first, his fingers brushing the nape of your neck as he released the strings. Your top flopped forward as Jongho ran his finger down your spine, making you arch your back slightly. He made quick work of the remaining strings, the top completely falling with a slosh. He then ran his hands along the curve of your waist before pushing down the waistband of your bottoms once more. He was only able to move the wet fabric over your ass and tuck it under since you were still kneeling on either side of him.
"Take them off."
You nodded and stood up. Both your top and bottoms fell to the ground, Jongho quickly slipping his own swim shorts off in the process. Before you could go back to straddling the man, he leaned forward and grabbed both of your arms. Your back continued to face him as he pulled you backwards, your ass landing on his thick thighs as you sat down, your legs still firmly on the ground.
That's when you realized Jongho read your fucking mind earlier.
"Sit on my cock, honey," he told you as you felt his cock twitch and press against your back.
Jongho still had both of your arms behind your back, so while you moved up, Jongho held his thick cock in place. You felt the tip rub against your wet folds, and once he was right at your entrance, you sat down slowly. You felt your walls spread wide as you lowered yourself on him, a deep sigh escaping your lungs as you felt him fill you up.
With shaky legs, you managed to start moving on his cock. At first, you were worried about Jongho fucking you on the poolside out in the open where anyone could see; luckily for the two of you, there wasn't a single soul around, nor was there a camera in sightβ plus, with the added protection of the umbrella above you, you had no reason to worry. That being said, you still tried to keep your erotic noises to a minimum while Jongho, on the other hand, didn't give a tiny rat's ass about how loud he was.
You seemed to be moving too slowly for himβ you could only move so fast because every time you sat down on his lap, you wanted to remain seated because your legs could barely support you at that point. So, Jongho thrust his hips upwards suddenly, making you cry out.
"F-Fuck, Jongho!" you choked out as he continuously rammed his hips upwards into yours without mercy, your voice wavering when you felt him reach over your thigh and between your legs to brush his fingers against your sore clit. "Y-You're going so fast!"
"Don't you dare tell me to slow down," Jongho chuckled. "I thought you wanted this."
"I do! Fuck me harder, Jongho!"
Jongho released your arms from his grasp and pushed you up, making you whimper as his cock left your body. He quickly moved you so that you were kneeling on the lounge chair before shoving his cock quickly inside you once more. His waist slammed into yours hard, making you go from your hands to your elbows immediately.
Your sanity completely left you as Jongho quite literally fucked your brains out. You were moaning and crying loudly with every thrust while occasionally yelping whenever you felt the palm of his hand make intense contact with your ass.
"You like that, don't you?" Jongho teased you as he slapped your ass again.
You nodded and hummed in approval before you pressed your lips together and dropped your head down. However, Jongho didn't like that. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled, making you move your head up. He forced you to keep your head up as he continued to rut into you powerfully, the slaps of his waist against yours starting to get drowned out by the sound of blood rushing to your ears.
"J-Jongho!" you sobbed as you felt his cock brush against your G-spot so many times that you felt your orgasm building. "I'm c-close!"
Jongho immediately pulled out, two of his fingers going in their place. He fingered you quickly and roughly, the curve of his fingers inside you too much to handle. You cried out loudly as his fingers fucked you just right, making you cum hard. Your legs trembled, and your ass shook in the air as you squirt all over Jongho's hand, legs, and the lounge chair beneath you.
Without giving you a chance to properly recover, Jongho slid his cock back inside you, and he continued hammering away into your sensitive cunt. You could hear his own groans getting higher in pitch, and you could feel his pace begin to slow down but his power remained the same.
"You want me to fill you up, don't you?" Jongho grunted out. "You're just my little cum slut, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am, Jongho," you whined. "Cum inside me, please."
Jongho didn't need to be told twice. Grabbing your waist, he thrust into you several more times quickly before groaning loudly. You felt his cock twitch and throb inside you as his cum spurt out quickly, filling you with his white seed. When Jongho pulled his cock out, he spread your ass wide to watch his cum leak out and trail down your leg, making his shiver and slowly get hard again.
"Fuck, honey," Jongho chuckled. "Wear your suit, and let's get out of here. I'm not done fucking you just yet."
Read chapter one. from the story in my blood | peter hayes by softeffys with 5 reads. insurgent, dauntless, veronicarot...
I never thought Iβd be writing Divergent fan fiction in 2024 but Iβm bored and recently rewatched the movies so! Also has anyone noticed thereβs a real lack of peter fanfic? Am I the only one who loves an extreme enemies to lovers?
Anyway! If yβall like enemies to lovers, slow burn, and drama for no reason at all then check it out <3
Just saw him at lunch time he interrupted his conversation with a boy to tell me hello hummm im a princess yall ??
05/17
A group was having difficulties to answer his question so I helped them and he just said " Thanks Jane " in front of everyone?? I WANT TO HEAR HIM SAY MY NAME AGAIN !
