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STRANGERS. sexy man at the bar alert !!
CLARKTOBER WEEK ONE!
cw: p in v, public sex, rough with degradation yum <333
wc: 3067
a/n: im so behind holy shit. life rlly has been kicking my ass i've been going through it, i still will be trying to post but i can't guarantee that it'll follow the exact schedule </3 i need someone to shove a gun up my ass then pull the trigger anyways i hope u guys enjoy it's kinda ass and not rlly proofread but yeah :(
“Mind if I sit here?” A deep voice spoke out as you got ready to make up some excuse to avoid some creep bothering you for the rest of the night, but as you glanced up the words got caught in your throat.
Woah.
You blinked slowly, trying to make sense of the man in front of you. Bright blue eyes, tall and broad with dark hair that was a little messy. You could see the curls peeking out.
He raised a brow, waiting for an answer as you ogled, and your own eyes widened in embarrassment, realising that instead of answering you had just been gawping at him.
“Y-yeah! That’s- that’s okay.” You stammered out, already feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. You wanted to kill yourself on the spot. You already had just embarrassed yourself in front of the most sexiest man you had ever seen but he simply let out a low chuckle.
“I’m Clark.” He spoke, offering a smile, teeth gleaming. You found yourself staring at his face for longer than necessary before you gave your name back, looking down at your drink to stop your eyes from creeping on him.
You couldn’t help it. You glanced back at him before letting out a nervous giggle. You could feel some of your drink hitting your system now. “Sorry…I uh- I’m not good with- um…” You trailed off, raising your brows but the way he nodded and smiled eased some of your embarrassment. It said he understood.
“It’s okay.” He chuckled out as he took a swig of his drink. “Had a long day at work today. Thought I needed a change of scenery. This isn’t usually my thing but hey, at least I’m doing something different right?”
You nodded, smiling because it was the exact same for you. “I don’t usually come here either but today sucked too...”
And with that you both exchanged the reasons why work today sucked, you spoke about a deadline of some stupid report you had missed and he spoke about something to do with a broken copier and how he had to stay behind longer because he slept past his alarm in the morning by a lot. You found that once you started, it was actually easy to get into a conversation with him. He was so attentive, like he was genuinely intrigued by your little ramblings as you discussed random shit together for a little while.
He ordered another round before turning back to you, his eyes lingering a little longer than necessary as he raised a brow, a look of curiosity on his face.
You self consciously tucked some strands of hair behind your ear as you furrowed your brows back to him. “What?”
He smiled, he knew you were nervous as he chuckled. “Nothing! I’m just…surprised. That a beautiful woman like you came here alone.”
You let out a soft laugh, blushing as you felt your entire body warm up. You glanced back at him, eyes raking over his forearms. His sleeves were rolled up, and he had very, very nice hands.
“I mean, I could say the same for you..." you nervously giggled out.
You swore you saw his cheeks cutely flush a little pink too as he grinned, "You think I'm beautiful?" He cocked a brow.
"Duh! Of course? I mean have you seen yourself?" You blurted out before you could stop yourself. You knew your drink was beginning to settle in at the soft wave of confidence that was beginning to wash over you, but he was also the most beautiful being you had ever seen. You couldn't stop staring at his pretty dimples as his smile grew wider.
"You always this charming or am I just a lucky guy?"
"Oh...definitely a lucky guy. I wouldn't be this confident sober."
"Guess I have to see what you're like 100% sober then too." You smiled, narrowing your eyes at him at the implication. He was like, definitely flirting with you right? Wanting to get to know you sober too?
"Are you always this charming? Or am I just a lucky girl?"
"Always this charming." Cocky grin bracing his lips as you playfully hit his shoulder before resting your hand there. You locked eyes as your heart fluttered, and as did his at the simple touch before you dropped your hand back, looking away and finishing your drink.
"It's kinda cute when you do that y'know."
"Do what?"
"Likee, you kinda just look away but you have this smile. Like you're nervous but like it."
You bit your lip, trying to stop your lips curling upwards even further, "Like what?".
"Like me."
Your eyes wide at his directness as a laugh of surprise left your lips. Something about his confidence sent a wave of butterflies shooting through your entire system.
"Who-who said I like you?" You tried to shoot back as you cocked your head, looking up at him with a raised brow. His looked back at you intensely and as you tried to keep your gaze, you let out a giggle breaking away.
“Gosh I-I can’t.” You spoke in defeat, grinning shyly and feeling like a silly schoolgirl as he took a sip of his drink before speaking.
“Andd that’s exactly how I know you do. Can’t even look at me properly.”
“Well you have intimidating eyes!” You defended, taking another glance at his baby blues. You didn't miss the cute crinkles next to his eyes that were especially prominent when he was flashing that cocky grin that made your heart pound so hard you felt like you’d throw up.
He let out a laugh when you tore your gaze to your glass and the last thing you ever expected was to feel his fingers gently gripping your chin as he guided you back to him.
Your lips parted, eyes widened in surprise - you had no words. He was making you look at him. That casual dominance set something off in the lower parts of your body.
It lasted a good few seconds as he leaned in a little closer.
“Look, you can do it, can’t you? Good girl.” His tone was almost encouraging but in a patronising way, voice low, only for you to hear. A lazy smile stretched on his face as he let go of your chin, finishing off his drink as you blinked slowly, dazed.
“Clark.” You breathed out, brows slightly furrowed, your own lips tugging into a smile of disbelief.
“Mmm say it again.” And that arrogant tone is what had you snapping out fully as you whacked his arm. “What even was that!” You laughed out nervously, but you couldn't lie to yourself. You felt giddy about it.
“What? Was just tryna show you I don't have intimidating eyes.” He spoke innocently, shrugging his shoulders.
You didn't even know what to say to his confidence, and somewhere in between your next drink and his flirty one liners that just got bolder and bolder, you almost desperately agreed to having some fun with him. Just his presence was making you feel like you were on fire.
Before you could even process it all you were stumbling out the bar, his grip on your wrist firmly guiding you into an alley before he pressed you against the wall roughly as you gasped out when he captured your lips in a hungry kiss. Your hands instantly made their way to the back of his head as your fingers ran through his hair and as the kiss deepened into something more desperate and sloppy, you felt his big hands begin to grope at your body.
“Clark.” You whimpered into the kiss, feeling his lips curl up into a smirk against yours. He began to pepper kisses down your jaw, and as he reached your neck he sucked down against the skin as you gasped out. He repeated it all across your neck as you squirmed, knowing that you’d be marked for days and as he messily ran his tongue along each new hickey he had created, you couldn't take it anymore.
“Just fuck me. Fuck me please Clark I need y-” You whined to him a little too loud as he shut you up with a kiss once more. A few drinks always turn you into a ditzy needy little thing and you didn't care about anything right now. You just wanted to feel his skin against yours as he’d fuck you.
“Yeah? You want that? To be fucked?” He moaned against your lips before roughly pulling up the little black dress you wore, revealing your matching lace panties as he instantly began to fondle you there, chuckling at your instant moan. “Is that why you wore this? To get fucked tonight like a little whore?”
You shook your head, but as he pulled your panties down revealing all your wetness and rubbing his fingers all over it, you found yourself humping at his hand. “N-no! I don't usually-”
“Usually what? Let a stranger rub at your little pussy huh?”
You just moaned back in response as he rubbed your slippery clit in circles and with his other hand he began to unbuckle his belt but then his movements stilled. ”Shhh baby.” He spoke lowly as he knew you’d let out a whine of protest. Your heads both turned to the bottom of the alley as you saw a small group of people walking past, their loud chatter and laughter filling the air as you turned your gaze back to him, cheeks flushed and brows furrowed in need. He promptly readjusted you, he was already covering you but he angled you more inwards to the alley so that there was absolutely no chance of anyone seeing you like this.
With how far you were inside the alley, to anyone walking by, you would've both just looked like a normal couple sleazily making out with the way he was gripping you, and towering over your smaller frame. But right now he was yanking your little panties down before continuing to unbuckle his belt. You moaned drunkenly at the sight of him. It was hard to see fully, the streetlight only sending a dimness down the alleyway but one thing you definitely could see was that he was big. If you were sober, you'd be more anxious about how he’d fit in, but the throbbing ache in between your legs mixed with the liquor was your brain for the night, and all you needed in that moment was to be so full of him that you would feel it for days after. He wasn't gonna hold himself back. Not when you were looking up at him like that. Half lidded gaze, pleading and whiny just for him.
So he obliged, pushing in as he let out a low groan at the way you instantly squeezed around his cock. It was a deliciously painful stretch, your lashes fluttering as you dug your fingers into his jacket, gasping out. You had never felt so filled by something so thick. You already were clenching as he slowly got every inch in. Your whines of pain were hushed as you brushed his lips against yours, placing soft kisses all over your mouth. “Shhh. You can take me. I know you can, you’ve been wanting it all evening like a little slut, baby.” He whispered against your lips.
“Clarkk, I-It’s so much. Like- like you're soo big.” You whimpered out to him, then louder when his thumb began to rub at your clit, soothing some of the burn. It wasn’t long until you were begging for him to move from the magic he did on your little button.
He groaned as he started thrusting, and each one felt so deep you swore the air was being knocked out of your lungs. Soft pants against his lips as he groped your ass roughly, pulling you back onto his cock each time his hips met yours. “So fuckin’ tight baby. Just squeezing down on me”.
You let out a breathy giggle at the way his glasses trembled with each thrust so you took it upon yourself to take them off for him. As soon as you did, his movements stilled. He watched as a look of urgent familiarity washed over your eyes. Your mouth hanging open as his own lips tugged up into an amused smirk and before you could even say anything, he was suddenly lifting you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around him as he began fucking into you again.
“Bet you didn’t expect that huh?” He laughed against your ear as he quickened his pace in your weeping pussy, your skin and his slapping together as you threw your head back at how deep you felt him.
“Dunno ‘bout a harem, but wouldn’t mind keeping you around. You’d like that huh? To just be mine to use whenever I’d need?”
You swore tears were brimming in your eyes at the way his cock was grinding up against and slamming into that special spot, “Yes-yes-yes!” You sobbed out. As soon as the tear escaped from your pleading eyes- it was gone, his tongue greedily licking it up before he readjusted his grip on you, his now free hand reaching up to hold your cheek as he moaned against your lips. “You know- fuck. You’re so beautiful like this, you know that? Know how pretty you look when I’m in you? Gorgeous, like- like an angel.”
He pressed sloppy kisses all over your cheek, moving to your lips as he bounced you harder against him, his praise only adding to the building pleasure in your stomach that was threatening to explode.
“Clark- please- please- ohmygod!-” His thumb now back at your clit, tight fast circles making you sob out. It felt hot and electric and he knew how close you were, but he just laughed, tutting at you as he shook his head teasingly.
“No no no. No- you wanna cum? Beg me. Wanna see you beg a stranger to make you cum. Fuckkk, you liked that didn’t you? Felt you clench baby fuck. You like getting fucked like a slut on a strangers cock yeah?!”
All you could do was nod desperately as tears rolled down your face. “Wanna cum- please wanna- oh clarkk!”
And just then, another group of people were beginning to walk past the alley, but he didn’t let up. Instead, he applied more pressure against your clit as he rubbed at a rhythm that had you throwing your head back, perfect angle for him to lick messily up your neck as he rested his head there, slamming into you.
“Imagine they saw you like this huh?. Whining and all fucked out like a little whore, seeing your little black dress pulled allll the way up mmm fuck. Seeing how well your little pussy is taking my cock baby you’re taking it so well.”
He whined and the coil in your stomach exploded at the pleasure and shame that shot through your entire body. You squealed out so loud he had to slap his hand against your mouth as he let out a grunt, spilling himself into you. His hand so big it was covering half your face and he relished the way your pretty eyes were half rolling back, your simple eye makeup from before turning into something a lot smokier now.
You had never been closer to heaven than right now. Of course, you still had your nose to breathe through, but you were drunk and not exactly using that to your advantage. Instead, that feeling of him restricting your air flow along with the aftershocks of your orgasm travelling through you in pleasureful waves and his length still deep inside you as his hot cum filled you made your vision blur in euphoria. He let go ever so slowly as he wiped your tears away, pressing soft kisses against your breathless mouth. Little whimpers leaving your lips as his arms locked around you even tighter. “Shhh. You’re okay, aren't you my sweet girl. My baby, you did so well for me.” He softly cooed at you and you simply whined back in response. He slowly pulled out as you both moaned at the loss of sensation of each other, your legs still wrapped around him as he pressed a soft kiss to your sweaty forehead, almost rocking you now.
“Was that okay baby? I wasn't too rough or mean was I?” He asked ever so kindly, brows furrowed as you let out a weak giggle, shaking your head.
“Nuh uh-that- that was perfect.” You spoke half moaned as he kissed you, smiling against your lips.
“Mmm good, because I liked saying all of those things. It was actually really fun roleplaying as strangers.” He chuckled out, stroking your dazed face.
“We gotta get you home baby. All cleaned up ‘n comfy. My dirty girl huh, who knew this was your lil fantasy huh?” He teased, gently putting you down as you leaned against the wall for support.
“No regrets.” You giggled out as he began to tuck his cock back in, and you clumsily tugged your dress down. Around two weeks ago you brought up the idea of pretending you both were strangers and hooking up. Per usual, Clark made it a million times better than you expected. You knew sometime soon you'd be begging to do it again, but that’s what Clark always did. Every imagined moment would always be just so much better when he'd turn it into reality because he just knew you so well. So perfectly. A new feeling of warmth washed over you as you looked at your husband, smiling softly in appreciation. You still felt out of it, but looked forward to how Clark would find a late night takeout place to grab you something to eat, then as you’d get home he would wipe all of your makeup off, brush your teeth himself and get you all changed into your pajamas.
You snapped out of your thoughts as you saw something on the floor move quickly as Clark gave it a silly wave, grinning at something. At a…racoon? “Hey buddy!” He exclaimed chirpily before turning back to you, as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Ready to go?” He asked gently, and as you nodded, he looked up at the sky.
He Still Doesn't Know I've Become an Animal ~ Ellis Twilight: Chapter 1
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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Bitter End | Premium End | Epilogue
Day 100 of asking for athlete haerin
🏀⸝⸝ FOUL PLAY !
Short Oneshot//Kang Haerin x Reader//Rivals AU
🎧Now playing — “august” by Taylor Swift ➤“’Cause you were never mine.”
𖦹 SYPNOSIS—there are a lot of things you can hide: hickeys, feelings, the fact that you slept over at your rival's place last night. But unfortunately, jerseys aren’t one of them.
𖦹WARNING—Casual swearing, Mild suggestive content (implied sleepovers, romantic tension, Rushed ending, no makeout scene... I know. I’m a little disappointed too. Sorry, gays
𖦹GENRE— Enemies to and Lovers, Bittersweet ending, Sports AU / Varsity rivalry
𖦹WC 3.4k
𖦹A/N— To the anon who requested this a whole month ago—I owe you my DEEPEST apologies. Between school and juggling three fics at once, this poor gay fic mess got abandoned in my drafts longer than it should’ve
“Take that off,” Ryujin says, squinting at you from across the court. “You’re sweating like you’re about to collapse.”
You say no.
Five minutes later, you say yes—because you are about to collapse.
And when you finally pull the jacket off, you remember why you put it on in the first place.
Haerin’s jersey.
Your team’s rival.
The court goes quiet for a second. Not dramatically so—just long enough for Chaewon to raise an eyebrow at Hanni, who tries and fails to hide a laugh behind her water bottle. Enough for Minji to frown like she’s thinking whether or not to disown you. Enough for you to wish the gym floor would open up and swallow you straight into the fiery pits of hell.
100- “Look my car hit you, not me.”
Aaron passed his driving test first time. It’s something that he likes to mention whenever someone calls him a boy racer or tries to tell him that he isn’t careful enough on country lanes. Aaron knows how to drive, he’s proven it time and time again.
The fact that an absolute lunatic walks straight out into the road and ploughs straight into his car is not something he can foresee or avoid or do anything about.
Aaron’s first thought is that the bloke is dead. His second thought is the fact that he’s going to prison for this because his life just has to go like that. He’s a Dingle after all. That’s his life fucked up good and proper then. If he was insane, he’d drive off but he’s got a conscience so he gets out and checks for himself.
The man is lying on the floor, arm outstretched and –
Alive. He’s groaning and moaning and bloody alive.
Aaron stands over the man, takes him in for a second too long. He’s blond, attractive, he’s also bleeding from his head.
“Urgh.” The man shifts a little.
“You just came out of nowhere.” Aaron waves a hand out. “You literally fell onto my car.” He says.
The man’s eyes open. They’re green. They’re also showing a very pissed off expression. “You hit me.” He says.
Aaron puts a hand on his hip. He has a point. “Well now I’m trying to help ya so if you want to get up then –” He brings a hand down for the man to grab. Instead of doing just that, the man slaps it away. “Oi.”
“Oi what?” The man sits up. He can do that. Good. The man has a hand on the back of his head. “Urgh.”
Aaron shifts a little on his feet, towards the man and then away again. “Let me help ya up.” He says, and he’s trying his best here but the idiot just isn’t playing ball. “Look if you drop dead in an hour’s time that’ll be –”
“Your fault.”
“I was going to say bad but actually I don’t think it will be.”
“Are you ser–” The man goes to stand up and buckles completely. Aaron’s had enough. He leans down and practically picks the bloke up by his arms, it’s not as difficult as he first imagined. The bloke topples slightly and he’s taller than Aaron realised. “Let go of me.”
Aaron does, he watches as the man struggles to stay on his feet for more than a second.
“Woah.” Aaron takes the man’s weight and practically drags them to his car. “I’m taking you to the hospital.” He says. “So shut up.”
The man makes another annoying sound as Aaron leans over and puts his seatbelt on for him.
“Would you stop making noise, it’s doing my head in.” Aaron has to rub a hand over his head like he’s the one injured. It lasts the whole way to the hospital. Aaron gets him out and the nurses tell them there’s a long wait ahead considering he’s breathing and not bleeding out all over the floor.
The nurse hands Aaron forms like he’s arsed to fill them out. The nurse gives him this look when he pulls a face, and says it’s important.
“Fine.” Aaron plasters a smile on. “Name?”
“It’s Robert. Sugden.”
Aaron fills out as much as he can and then stops bothering. He looks down at his own handwriting, reads the name again. Robert. It’s a nice name. Aaron needs to go and get a coffee or something. When he comes back, Robert is doing the thing the nurse said not to let him do, drift off.

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WOAH! THE CREW???? THE CREW FROM HIT FANFICTION NO THING DEFINES A MAN LIKE LOVE??? WOAH WOAH WOAH??? Anyway yes omg its them!!! This took me so long and im so tired but look at my ANGELS!
UM! Friendly reminder that I myself am not Inuit/Indigenous! I did research + had an Indigenous person helping me w the tattoos, but if theres anything wrong/disrespectful pls do let me know and I will fix it. All the tattoos r on a seperate layer so it'll be an easy fix and one i am more then happy to do. A few of the designs changed between this and my written description, so... Oops?? Especially Morqa. I got carried away ok.... ANYWAY I have some little notes abt their designs here and there so! Kaiqa: He used to have shorter bangs around his face but they annoyed him so he tried to let them grow out but that annoyed him so he would cut them again and then try to let them grow out and now he just has perpetual baby hairs that wont get any longer. Mikla: UM. Not much to say here. Isnt he pretty tho?? Buteq: SOMEHOW ENDED UP THE MOST MAJESTIC MAN EVER. HELLO?? The two beads on the right are for his nieces and the one on the left is for his sister! Neter: One time he got super cocky abt being 7 years older then Nitya which meant he was a better fighter and so Nitya was like "yeah?? ok bet." and then punched him and broke his nose and was like "hm where are those warrior reflexes?" so now Neter has a permanently bent nose. Sorqai: He got the scar thats through his beard in the same raid that cause Nitya and Konait (Kaiqas older brother) to die. Nitya died trying to get Konait and some other kids out of the mess, and Sorqai got injured trying to get to them to help. He's mostly numb on that side of his face due to nerve damage ! Causes him to lisp a bit, especially w the chipped tooth (which he got from tripping) Natai: He wears both his own and Nitya's necklaces their parents made them, and intends to only take of Nitya's and let it go into the ocean where he was buried when the war is over. His own way of keeping Nitya involved in the war effort, something that was really important to him. Kutai: Again, no real notes here but isnt he pretttyyy..... Kovak: Honestly, very likely one of my favourite character designs I've ever made. Im kind of obsessed with him. He doesnt wear his necklace from his parents because he wasnt on good terms with them at all while they were alive. He took it off before they died, and hasnt been able to bring himself to put it back on. he intends to give it to his kid when he gets back. Mori: UM! I dont have a lot of notes here. Mori has two kids ! Hence the three tattoos under their chin, I saw an inuit creator/source say that sometimes people will add lines as they have kids and I thought that was really lovely so yes!! Again im just. I think hes so pretty. Luqait: Im so sorry king I did u dirty posting this after that one chapter. Each one of the beads he wears is dedicated to someone he knew in the tribe who died, theres more not visible on the other side of the braids. I can say for 100% certainty theres one for Kya and Nitya. Saila: Saila was actually a design i struggled a lot with, but I think I got them to a point im happy with!!! They're a good amount intense, androgynous and also have that amber flash in their eyes. The amber comes from having Fire Nation somewhere in their ancestry, something I dont think will really come up in the fic, but a detail I think is good to know! Morqa: I changed Morqa's design the most, especially his hair! But I think he's ended up being a design I am most proud of. The piercings especially!! Eventually u will run out of space (that we can see ig??) king but today is not that day godbless.
OKAY! THERE WE GO... I HOPE EVERYONE LIKES THEM UM PLS BE NICE AND DONT REPOST AND IDK JUST.... I HOPE U LIKE THEM AS MUCH AS I DO i know oc's in fics arent always peoples favourites but the reception of these guys has been like. Beyond mindblowing. Im so fucking excvited and happy everytime people in my comments talk about how much they love the characters i've created. Like.... The fact that people enjoy the OC's and not just for what the give to Zuko, but for what they give to each other and their own individual stories is so incredible to me. I hope u guys like this and I hope it helps u visualise them better!! : D
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woah rou is actually doing something this time!! how about a raffle??? ...i'm not good with mushy stuff i'm so so sorry.
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this will be open until may 31st. i will put all your usernames into a wheel, announce the winners, and contact the winners in tumblr dms on june 1st.
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any fandom is fine, but i prefer ikeseries games!!
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I don't think Simmons even fully registered that he thinks Grif is hot before, crucially, being in love with him. This is him being extremely demisexual, but he has no idea what that word means, and if he heard anybody use it, he'd think it was a term for people who are like. Kinky about demons. He doesn't even acknowledge that he's trans, and he thinks being anything besides 100% heterosexual is impossible. So he has to unpack ALL of that, too. Regardless, each time he slowly found himself thinking Grif has a nice smile, or Grif's arms look good, or that Grif has really great hair and he's not even gonna complain about military regulation buzz-cuts, or how it seems totally unfair that a guy can be handsome AND beautiful at the same time, he was just utterly perplexed and befuddled. He didn't even stress much about it, because he didn't recognize this was him finding Grif attractive. He's just confused and irritated. Then like 15 years go by, Simmons has several life-changing events, he finally realizes he loves Grif and Grif loves him back... then a week later it hits him, he thinks Grif is HOT. Woah. He can like. Do stuff about that. Thusly, decades of being touch-starved and pent-up has an outlet