#I THOUGHT I WAS DOING BETTER WITH THAT FINALLY SCREAMS WHY

[n0vazsq]

Doomsday blue | CS55 x Reader

pairing . . . carlos sainz x tifosi!reader

summary . . . You'd always been a Tifosi, supporting the prancing horse since you could comprehend words. However, when your boyfriend starts racing in blue, it's hard to adjust. And when you finally get to stay in the Williams garage, reality sets in

request . . . no!! (yes by eve so now SHUT UP and leave me alone smh (joke ilysm))

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . tingting lai!

alexavia yaps . . . smh finally churning out motorsport content after not doing anything for it in CENTURIES </3 anyway f175 pic creds go to @theonottsbxtch !! lily muni he smau coming out soon so watch out gangalang!! quite short and is PURE SHIT but i don't care </3

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yourusername 11 grand prix done and 13 more to go!! austria, you were good to us! congrats to mi amor on the podium finish <3 and as always, FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE ❤ Tagged: carlossainz55

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username1 FORZA FERRARI SEMPREEE

username2 SHES SO GORGEOUSSSSS

username3 i wonder what y/n will do since lewis took carlos' seat

username4 she'll probably carve a third seat out of no where for him

username5 CONGRATS TO CARLOS

username6 always love a wag thats been a fan of the sport since childhood

username7 my GOD shes stunning

username8 madre mia

username9 i hope whatever team carlos signs with next gets a red livery for 2025 because WOAH she is so pretty in it (carlos too)

carlossainz55 thank you carino ❤

yourusername oi next win get a win alright?

carlossainz55 i'll try my best with this car

yourusername you better because my family has been sending me threats telling me to "tell your boyfriend to get good results, he's in a ferrari"

carlossainz55 i promise i'm trying 😔

yourusername this is why you don't date a hardcore tifosi fan 💔💔

username10 how does it feel to be a goddess y/n

username11 she is living the LIFE

username12 FRR like i too wish i was carlos sainz's tifosi gf

username13 screaming crying throwing up

username14 im giggling at them giggling and whispering to each other at the race

username15 i need more carlos content ASAP

username16 my jaw dropped

username17 im staring disrespctuffly

username18 man how can they be so good looking

username19 HES BOUNCING OFF MY BOOTY CHEEKS

username18 bruv

username20 manifesting another carlos win or podium so he can spray y/n with champagne then kiss her like he did today

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yourusername WHAT

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username21 HELP????

username22 crying this is so random

username23 LMFAOOOOOO

username24 y/n why the shower pic

username25 yeah y/n why

yourusername i was about to shower when i get spam dmed this shit

username26 SOBBING

username27 i need to know what carlos thinks about this

username28 her (our) tifosi ass is crying

carlossainz55 i told you i'm signing with williams??

yourusername I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE???

carlossainz55 WHY WOULD I JOKE ABOUT THAT

yourusername BECAUSE ITS WILLIAMS???

williamsracing 😔

yourusername sorry...?

carlossainz55 so that's why you laughed and moved on when i told you

yourusername and that's why you looked confused

alexandrasaintmleux now you'll have to wear blue

yourusername NOOOO DON'T REMIND ME

carlossainz55 it's not THAT bad

yourusername yes it is i'm literally a tifosi

carlossainz55 would you rather that i become jobless or sign with williams

yourusername become jobless

carlossainz55 ...

yourusername can i at least stay in the ferrari garage?

carlossainz55 no

yourusername why

carlossainz55 i need my emotional support

yourusername eh you'll survive

carlossainz55 carino??

yourusername FINE ill stay in that garage but i'm still cheering for ferrari

williamsracing omg y/n will be in our garage

yourusername not for long

carlossainz55 ??

yourusername you didn't see that

username29 WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF

username30 oh to be as pretty as her

alex_albon the hate on me was unnecessary

yourusername sigh

yourusername sorry i guess

alex_albon you should be 😔

yourusername btw i'm only being nice to you because of lily

yourusername because wlw = wags love wags

alex_albon alright...

lilymhe thank you n/n !!

yourusername no problem lils 🤍

carlossainz55 are we getting replaced alex_albon

alex_albon i hope not

username31 THE WHISPER HELP

username32 im crying about this and so is y/n

username33 okay so im not schizo and carlos DID sign with williams

username34 i wish i had carlos as my bf

username35 i wish i had Y/N as my gf

username36 i wish i was HER

username37 smash

username38 shes way calmer than i expected her to be about this

username39 honestly was expecting her family to light up the williams garage on fire

username40 carlos is actually a culer and not madridista bc ferrari is red. williams is blue. you know what else is red and blue? FC BARCELONA. its a sign. VISCA BARCA RAHHH

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 since the 2024 season is officially over, here's a memory to the last time we won in red ❤ Tagged: scuderiaferrari, yourusername, charles_leclerc

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username41 FATHERRRRR

username42 woah

username43 he ate. licked the plate clean. swallowed the table even

username44 can't wait for the next season omgggg

username45 imagine if he wins in a williams

username46 then y/n would probably pass away

username47 THE YNCARLOS HUG SUYGDTFVBSHNJSJDHG

username48 STUNNING.

username49 he ate up everyone frrrr

username50 THE PHOTOGRAPHY?? THE AESTHETIC?? THE RED?? I FEAR HE LICKED UP EVERYTHING

username51 ONGGGG

username52 FRRR

username53 THE REAL IT WAG AND IT DRIVER

username54 i cried at this

username55 WE NEED MORE Y/N IN THE PADDOCK FOR MORE CARLOS WINS 🔥🔥🗣

username56 carlos dont forget us when you become the world champion in williams

username57 THE SECOND PIC IS SO SYMBOLIC IM SHITTING MY PANTS

username58 id let him hit me with his car

username59 i'd let y/n hit me with his car

username60 mama y papa

username61 oh carlos i feel so bad for you

username62 alex in the likes???? stan carbon for life

username63 only carlos knows how to be so beautiful drenched in champagne

username64 and to look so godly while doing so??

username65 king behaviour

username66 the relationship is not a want its a NEED

username67 WAAAAAAAA PLS DONT GO TO WILLIAMS

username68 carlos sr AND jr ate up

username69 where is y/n i need her to be a depressed tifosi

username70 fr she puts what we cant put into words

yourusername meow

carlossainz55 mi amor what is this

yourusername can't appreciate my husband these days 😔

carlossainz55 hermosa we aren't married 😔

yourusername lets get married and run away forever then

carlossainz55 yes we should

yourusername i have the dress ready

username72 im so confused

username73 THEYRE GETTING MARRIED???

username74 THE GOAT

username75 please let williams become the fastest this year so carlos can win

username76 manifesting a podium for him and alex idk how but i'll build an engine from the ground and i'll harvest the car body from the earth

yourusername it's good that you're drinking up your last win since you won't have any after you start racing in williams

yourusername should've stayed in ferrari 🫶

carlossainz55 mi vida i literally didn't have a choice

yourusername i'm sorry i just want to see you in red more </3

carlossainz55 or do YOU want to be in red more

yourusername both 🤍

carlossainz55 if it helps the garages are close to each other...?

yourusername oh...😊 well you know where to find me

lilymhe who will stay with me then 😔

yourusername ME !!

carlossainz55 won't you be i the ferrari garage??

yourusername i'll stay in williams for lily 😊😊😊

carlossainz55 and not me? 😔

yourusername bros before hoes

carlossainz55 i see...

yourusername just kidding i still love you more than anything mi hermoso

carlossainz55 i love you too, mi reina

username77 im not crying you are

username78 im like 109% sure y/n is crying on the inside

username79 bro i'm gonna kms this is too beautiful to let go

username80 the look of lovee.....

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yourusername guess it's official. as much as it hurts to say this, see you in doomsday blue everyone 💙 (still attached to the red so i made sure to include it) Tagged: carlossainz55, williamsracing, alex_albon

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username81 HELP IM SOBBING

username82 how is she so calm about this wtf i'd be rolling on the ground sobbing

username83 thank the heavens carlos looks good in any colour

username84 doomsday blue is crazyyyy

username85 I WANT TO BE A WAG

username86 imagine being this handsome sigh

scuderiaferrari ❤ Liked by creator

username87 EH???????

username88 girl what

username89 FERRARI????

username90 i cannot tell if they are being petty or they js miss y/n

username91 HELP WHAT

username92 NOOOO IT'S OFFICIAL

username93 stop i feel so bad for her imagine your bf going from ferrari to williams </3

username94 guys maybe williams will have a redemption arc

username95 carlos wdc trust

username96 holy fuck hes beautiful

username97 where to buy a carlos asking for a friend

username98 proof that williams being blue ruins everyone's lives:

username99 im waiting for the edits

username100 y/n how are you functioning i'd kms

carlossainz55 see it's not that bad

yourusername carlos my beloved white isn't your colour

carlossainz55 WHAT

yourusername I'M SORRY IT HAD TO BE SAID

carlossainz55 you said it made me look like an angel

yourusername what was i doing when i said that

carlossainz55 laughing.....

yourusername exactly 🫶

carlossainz55 well still you look stunning in blue

yourusername now i feel bad 😔

carlossainz55 that's the plan 😈

yourusername fuck off

carlossainz55 also why isn't white my colour

yourusername i'm not elaborating

carlossainz55 shame

yourusername skill issue

carlossainz55 what

yourusername you wouldn't get it old man

carlossainz55 call me old one more time i'll show you what's old

yourusername oh!

carlossainz55 NOT THAT WAY

carlossainz55 actually yes that way

yourusername i'm scared

carlossainz55 you should be 😈

yourusername what the hell did they feed you in williams

carlossainz55 go there yourself to find out

yourusername over my DEAD BODY

carlossainz55 suit yourself

username101 president of the gpda btw

username102 i would've fainted he's like a renaissance painting

username103 dont know if i should be happy or sad

username104 both

username105 HER BEING THE SUPPORTIVE GIRLFRIEND MY HEARTTTTT

username106 NOOOO WE"RE LOSING THE RED FITS

username107 new y/n fans will never get to experience them

username108 if i never see her in red again i'll jump off a cliff

username109 me and y/n are in a parasocial relationship btw

username110 they are my parents. no argument.

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yourusername pre season testing done!! the doomsday blue IS starting to grow on me a tiny bit.... such a disgrace to my tifosi family 😔 Tagged: carlossainz55, williamsracing

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username111 PRETYYYY

username112 my oh my the blue is doing things to me

username113 y/n said carlos didn't look in white so he showed up in an all white fit to annoy her

username114 my husband

carlossainz55 was i fast in testing?

yourusername yes yes very fast

carlossainz55 am i still a disgrace for your family

yourusername we both are

carlossainz55 don't forget to tell them i got them signed charles merch

yourusername i will, worry

yourusername if i have to suffer so will you❤

carlossainz55 hermosa i will kill you 💙❤

yourusername BLUE AND RED??? VISCA BARCA

carlossainz55 NO. NOT BARCA. HALA MADRID FOREVER. THAT'S WILLIAMS AND FERRARI

yourusername yeah yeah whatever

carlossainz55 soooo how do you like williams so far

carlossainz55 and don't lie your smile was radiant the whole time

yourusername sigh

yourusername its FINE

carlossainz55 VAMOS

yourusername ???

carlossainz55 nothing

yourusername okay.....

carlossainz55 please wear blue more often i'm salivating

yourusername please wear black more often i'm drooling

carlossainz55 deal

yourusername also if i see you in white one more time i'll maul you

carlossainz55 such kind words to your loving boyfriend 🥹

yourusername i'll kill you

yourusername btw my lawyer will be contacting you shortly

carlossainz55 for what??

yourusername assault

carlossainz55 verbal or emotional

yourusername both

carlossainz55 that's not fair

yourusername too bad

carlossainz55 you violate human rights violations on me

yourusername you amaze me with your loving words 😐

carlossainz55 i'm glad 🤍

username115 love is in the air eh?

username116 the fit is so adorable omgg

username117 CARLOS CONTENT LETS GOOOOOOO

username118 y/n tell us everything that happened please

username119 Y/N WILLIAMS APPEARANCES LETS FUCKING GOOOO

username120 YES YES YES YES i dont understand why but yeah IM SO HAPPY

lilymhe i love you so much gorgeous i hope you had fun with me

yourusername i love you more my beloved princess 🫶 i had so much fun thank you for making it bearable

lilymhe anytime pretty 💙

yourusername we should meet up everyday

lilymhe done

alexandrasaintmleux i'm glad you're having fun in williams! i miss you already

yourusername miss you too alex ❤❤

alexandrasaintmleux 🫶

username121 STOPP MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS SHES SO PRETTYA ND CARLOS IM MALFUCNTIONING

username122 girl is a fake tifosi

username123 sigh

username124 waiting for y/n to drop posts like a wife waiting for her husband's letters from war in the 1900s

username125 HELP

username126 omg i died watching the testing bc we got y/n content RAHHHH

username127 SHES IN BLUE NOW?? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

username128 rest in peace ferrari y/n, you will be missed

username129 LEGIT PASSED OUT HES SO GORGEOUS

username130 cuties omg

carlossainz55 the blue looks beautiful on you i fainted

yourusername omg stoppp i'm blushing

carlossainz55 even then everything looks beautiful on you

yourusername i'm so flattered

yourusername love youuu 🫶 🤍

carlossainz55 i love you more 🤍

fin.

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[starsjulia]

when the light went out // leah williamson

a/n : i listened to let down by radio head while writing this, so if you need to understand the vibe of the fic i think that explains it all, also there’s an amazing series called broken vows on here but about ap and this is kinda the opposite reaction?

warnings : cheating, angst, depression.

Leah always thought if she ever lost you, it would be in a storm of screaming and shattered glass. She thought you’d fight, that you’d demand to know why she did it, that you’d make her feel every ounce of pain she deserved. She thought you’d cry, curse her name, shove her away, something.

She never thought you’d just… disappear.

Not physically. You were still there, moving through the same rooms, sitting at the same table, answering questions when they were asked. But you weren’t there. Not really.

She could feel it the second you found out. The way the light just flickered out inside you, the warmth drained from your voice. You had been so alive before. You were the kind of person who made a room feel brighter just by stepping into it, who hummed little songs while you made coffee, who danced barefoot in the kitchen just because you could. You were the kind of person who made people feel something, made them want to be better just by being around you.

But the moment you learned the truth, you stopped.

It was late. Leah had barely made it through the door when she saw you sitting at the kitchen table, staring blankly at your phone, your hands trembling just slightly. She knew, instantly. She didn’t have to ask. She didn’t have to see the message or hear the accusation. It was written all over your face.

You didn’t look at her when you asked, “How long?”

She swallowed hard. “Baby….”

“How long, Leah?”

She couldn’t lie. Not to you. “A few months.”

There was a long, empty silence. She waited for something, anything. She thought maybe you’d scream, maybe you’d throw your phone at her head, maybe you’d cry.

But you didn’t. You just nodded.

And Leah swore she saw something inside you die.

She thought it was shock. That the rage would come later, that the fight would still happen, that she’d wake up the next day and find you sobbing, demanding answers. She would’ve taken it. She deserved it.

But the fight never came.

You weren’t mad. You weren’t anything.

You moved through life like a ghost, floating from room to room, answering questions with empty words.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you need anything?”

“No.”

“What are you thinking?”

“Nothing.”

At first, Leah thought maybe you were just trying to process it, that you were burying it down so deep it hadn’t hit you yet. But days passed. Then weeks. Then a whole month. And you still didn’t feel anything. You didn’t yell. You didn’t cry. You didn’t talk about it.

You just stopped being you.

You didn’t hum while making coffee anymore. You didn’t dance around the kitchen with your daughter in your arms. You didn’t tease Leah about stupid things. The house felt quiet, even when you were in it.

And it scared the hell out of her.

She caught herself watching you constantly, waiting for some kind of reaction, some kind of spark that would prove you were still in there somewhere. But there was nothing. You weren’t sad. You weren’t happy. You weren’t anything.

Leah thought she could hide it from your daughter. Thought maybe if she held things together long enough, the little girl wouldn’t notice. But kids always see the things adults try to bury.

“Mummy,” she whispered one night, her small voice hesitant, “why is Mama acting so weird?”

Leah’s stomach clenched. She forced a smile. “What do you mean, baby?”

Her little brows furrowed. “She doesn’t smile anymore.”

Leah swallowed past the lump in her throat. “She’s just tired, sweetheart.”

But her daughter wasn’t convinced.

“She doesn’t look tired,” she whispered. “She looks, like gone.”

And Leah? Leah didn’t know how to tell her she felt the exact same way.

It wasn’t until weeks later that she finally brought up the divorce. She didn’t want to. God, she didn’t want to. But she didn’t see another way. You were already gone in every way that mattered, and even though it broke her apart, she knew she had to let you go.

You were sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV, when she finally forced the words out. “I think we should talk about the divorce.”

She braced herself for some kind of reaction. Maybe you’d flinch. Maybe you’d argue. Maybe you’d break down and finally let her see what you were feeling.

But you didn’t even blink.

You nodded once. “Okay.”

That was it. No questions. No hesitation. No why now? Just okay.

And Leah had never hated herself more.

She knew she deserved this. She had done this to you. She had taken the brightest thing in her life and snuffed it out. And maybe that was her punishment, to live with the version of you that she created. The one who couldn’t even care enough to hate her.

She had started to believe you weren’t capable of breaking anymore, that maybe this was just who you were now. That you would never feel again.

But one night, long after your daughter had gone to sleep, Leah woke up to something she hadn’t heard in months. A sound she almost didn’t recognize.

You were sobbing.

At first, she thought she imagined it. But then she heard it again, broken, muffled cries coming from the bathroom down the hall.

Leah’s stomach twisted painfully as she pushed the door open.

And there you were.

Curled up on the cold tile floor, hands gripping your own arms like you were trying to hold yourself together, tears spilling down your cheeks so hard you could barely breathe.

Leah’s breath caught. “Baby….”

But as soon as she spoke, your head snapped up, your eyes wide and terrified.

You looked at her like she was a stranger.

And for the first time since she lost you,

She saw you feel.

And it wasn’t anger.

It was grief.

It was the deep, shattering, all-consuming agony of knowing you had lost something you could never get back.

Your hands trembled as you wiped at your face, scrambling to stand, trying so desperately to hide it.

But Leah had already seen.

And for the first time since she lost you, she felt the full weight of what she had done.

And she didn’t know if she could ever fix it.

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[loafysainz]

Accidentally, Forever | LN 4

lando norris x fem!reader

warn: 10000% fluff

happy reading!!!

Lando Norris and Y/N had been best friends for as long as they could remember. Their love story wasn’t one of grand confessions or slow-burn realizations—it was pure chaos, endless laughter, and the kind of bond that made people around them question how they hadn’t gotten together sooner.

Lando had spent years calling Y/N every ridiculous nickname under the sun—idiot, gremlin, monkey, even “bro” sometimes—but never anything remotely romantic. Not seriously, anyway. But now, standing in their dimly lit bedroom on their first night as husband and wife, the reality of their new titles suddenly hit them both at the same time.

“Honey?” Lando tested out, his voice soft but uncertain, like he was tasting a new flavor of ice cream.

Y/N, already sitting cross-legged on the bed in her oversized pajamas (because there was no way she was spending her first night as a married woman in some cliché silk nightgown), looked at him with wide eyes.

Lando swallowed. “Baby?”

Silence.

They stared at each other.

Then, as if a switch flipped, they both BURST into uncontrollable laughter. Lando bent over, clutching his stomach, while Y/N fell back against the pillows, gasping for air.

“NO, NO, NO,” Y/N wheezed, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “YOU DID NOT JUST CALL ME BABY.”

“I THOUGHT—” Lando tried to defend himself between fits of laughter, his face turning red. “I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE CUTE!”

“IT’S NOT!” Y/N practically screamed, smacking him repeatedly with a pillow. “YOU’RE DISGUSTING. GET AWAY FROM ME.”

“I’M YOUR HUSBAND NOW, YOU CAN’T ESCAPE!” Lando yelped, grabbing another pillow and weakly swatting her back. He wasn’t even trying to fight back properly because he was still laughing too hard.

Y/N rolled onto her side, clutching the pillow like a lifeline. “No, but actually, it’s so WEIRD hearing you say that! Like—YOU? Calling ME that?”

Lando flopped onto his back beside her, dramatically throwing an arm over his forehead. “Oh my god. We’re actually MARRIED. Like, legally.”

“Yeah,” Y/N snorted, wiping her tears. “And you just ruined our first night by calling me BABY.”

“Would you rather ‘darling’? ‘Love’? ‘Sweetheart’?” Lando turned his head towards her, raising an eyebrow.

Y/N fake-gagged. “Don’t you DARE.”

Lando smirked, shifting onto his side to face her. “What if I called you ‘Mrs. Norris’?”

Y/N’s whole body tensed. Her mouth fell open. And then she let out an earsplitting squeal before grabbing a pillow and SMACKING him in the face.

“OH MY GOD, NOOOOOO,” she shrieked, kicking her legs. “I HATE IT. I HATE IT SO MUCH.”

Lando was crying with laughter now, barely able to hold onto the pillow in his hands. “STOP HITTING ME, WIFEY.”

“SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP,” Y/N yelled, still flustered beyond belief. “WHY DID I MARRY YOU? I REGRET EVERYTHING.”

“No you don’t.” Lando grinned, tossing his pillow aside and yanking her into his arms despite her weak protests. “You love me.”

Y/N let out a dramatic sigh, finally giving up as she melted into his embrace. “Unfortunately, yeah. I do.”

Lando kissed the top of her head, his voice teasing yet impossibly soft. “Good. Because I love you more.”

Y/N groaned. “Gross.”

Lando chuckled. “Better get used to it, Mrs. Norris.”

“STOPPP.”

But despite her exaggerated protests, she snuggled closer into his arms, feeling a kind of happiness she’d never known before. Because as ridiculous as he was, Lando was hers. Forever.

A comfortable silence settled between them, their laughter finally dying down, replaced by the quiet hum of contentment. Lando turned his head, looking at Y/N with the softest, most heart-melting smile she had ever seen. It was the kind of smile that felt like home, like warmth, like he had never been happier in his life.

“I’m so happy it’s you,” he whispered, voice laced with pure sincerity. “I don’t think I’d ever want to do this with anyone else.”

Y/N felt her heart squeeze, her breath hitching at the overwhelming adoration in his gaze. She didn’t even think before she smiled back, mirroring the softness in his eyes. And then, she leaned in, pressing the gentlest kiss against his lips, slow and sweet, as if sealing the words he just said into her heart forever.

Lando melted instantly, his hands slipping around her waist, pulling her closer. When they pulled apart, his forehead rested against hers, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

“I’m so, so in love with you.”

Y/N let out a small, breathless laugh, cupping his face. “Good. Because I’m so, so in love with you too.”

—

The morning after their utterly chaotic first night together, Y/N woke up earlier than Lando. She was still comfortably wrapped in his arms, his body pressed snugly against her from behind. His warmth, the soft rise and fall of his breathing, the way he unconsciously nuzzled into her—it was all so new, yet oddly familiar. 

She didn’t dare move too much, afraid of waking him up, so instead, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand and started scrolling through social media. Lando, blissfully unaware, remained buried in the crook of her neck, his face slightly smushed against her shoulder. Every now and then, he’d unconsciously tighten his arms around her, as if making sure she wouldn’t disappear. 

Y/N bit back a small smile, finding his clinginess endearing. She continued scrolling, her screen now playing an edit of Gojo Satoru—white hair, blue eyes, smug little smirk. She watched, completely engrossed, until she felt the slightest shift behind her. 

A low, playful voice broke through the quiet morning air. 

“Good morning, baby,” Lando mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, yet teasing all the same. 

Y/N, caught off guard, let out a small laugh and immediately swatted the hand that was still wrapped around her waist. 

“Ew, stop—so cringe,” she giggled, scrunching her nose. 

Lando only chuckled, his arms refusing to let go. Instead, he pulled her even closer, his lips pressing lazy kisses into her hair. His voice was huskier now, laced with amusement. “You love it. Admit it.” 

Y/N only hummed in response, too distracted by the video still playing on her phone. Lando, finally cracking open his eyes, blinked groggily at the screen in front of her. It took him a second to process before he groaned dramatically. 

“Wow. Nice. Watching edits of another guy first thing in the morning.” 

Y/N grinned before turning in his hold to face him. She looked up at him, eyes playful, and simply said, “Hehe… Gojo’s hot.” 

Lando’s reaction was immediate. With a scoff, he rolled them over, pinning her beneath him as he started attacking her face with kisses. “Excuse me? Say that again? Go on, I dare you,” he teased between kisses, his hands already trailing down to tickle her sides. 

Y/N burst into laughter, squirming under him. “No, stop—Landooo!” 

But Lando wasn’t done. He pulled back slightly, his gaze softening as he looked at her—like he couldn’t believe she was real. Like she was the most breathtaking thing he had ever seen. 

“You know… do you ever just—realize how insanely beautiful you are?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Like, what kind of dream did I wake up from to actually end up with you? I don’t even know what I did in my past life to deserve you. I must’ve saved the whole damn world or something.”

Y/N felt warmth bloom in her chest, her teasing smile faltering just a little. Instead of answering right away, she reached up, cupping his cheek gently. 

“Do you ever realize how insanely handsome you are?” she countered, voice soft. “Like… what kind of dream did I wake up from to have you?” 

Lando stared at her for a moment before groaning, dropping his head against her shoulder dramatically. “Okay, yeah, that was unfairly cute. My heart can’t handle it. I’m literally never letting you go.” 

And, well—he didn’t. At least, not for the next several minutes. 

Because one second, they were teasing and giggling like the best friends they had always been… and the next, the air shifted, laughter turning into something softer, something warmer. The way Lando’s lips brushed against her skin, the way his fingers skimmed lightly along her waist—it was slow, unhurried, almost like he was memorizing every inch of her. 

And before either of them realized it, the playful morning cuddles turned into something a lot more heated. 

—

After spending the whole day holed up in their honeymoon suite, Lando and Y/N finally decided to step out for dinner at the hotel’s restaurant. It was one of those fancy, candlelit places—low lighting, soft music playing in the background, the kind of atmosphere that practically screamed romance.  

They were seated at a cozy little corner table, the flickering candlelight making everything feel a little more… intimate. Y/N was skimming the menu when Lando, in the softest, most honey-drenched voice, leaned in slightly and asked, "What do you want to order, baby?" 

Y/N’s head snapped up instantly. 

Their eyes met. 

There was an immediate spark of amusement in both their gazes. They tried to hold it in, but their lips twitched as they struggled not to break into laughter. 

Y/N pressed her lips together, dropping her gaze slightly, while Lando squinted at her with a knowing smirk, as if daring her to say something. But neither of them spoke—they just sat there, exchanging barely contained giggles like two idiots in love. 

Finally, when the waiter arrived, Y/N took the lead, clearing her throat before speaking. With a sweet smile, she said, “My husband will have…” 

Lando froze. 

She didn’t even say anything crazy. Just husband. A completely normal term for a newly married couple. But oh, that didn’t stop his entire brain from short-circuiting on the spot. 

Poker. Face. Activated. 

He was sitting up straighter, lips pressed together, and staring ahead like he had just been personally attacked. But it was useless—because right after, his lips twitched, and before he could stop himself, a slow, completely flustered smile stretched across his face. 

Meanwhile, the waiter nodded, completely unaware of Lando’s internal crisis. Y/N, as if nothing was wrong, continued, “The Filetto di Manzo with truffle sauce, please. And for me…” She went on, placing her own order effortlessly. 

His wife—HIS WIFE—just called him her husband so casually. And not to him, but to someone else. Out loud. Publicly. 

The moment the waiter left, Lando exhaled, looking down with a bright smile and—without even thinking—reached up to fix his hair. His perfectly neat hair. 

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, watching as he unnecessarily smoothed a hand through his curls, biting back a grin. 

“Did you just—” 

“Shut up.”

Y/N smirked, tilting her head teasingly. “Are you blushing?” 

Lando scoffed, shaking his head, but the growing pink tint on his cheeks told another story. “No.” 

Y/N leaned in with a knowing grin. “Mhm. Sure.” 

Without another word, Lando suddenly cupped her cheek and pressed a quick, warm kiss to it. The simple gesture made her entire face heat up, and now she was the one frozen in place.

By the time he pulled away, Y/N’s face was on fire. “Lando!” she squeaked, hands instinctively flying to her warm cheeks. 

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence, though his smirk completely betrayed him. “I just wanted to thank my wife for ordering for me.” 

That did it. 

They both burst into nervous giggles, laughing into their hands, kicking each other lightly under the table, both way too overwhelmed by the sheer cringe and cuteness of it all. 

Best friends to lovers was a really, really adorable mess. 

—

The sun hung low in the sky, painting the horizon in shades of soft gold and warm amber. Gentle waves rolled onto the shore, their rhythmic hum blending seamlessly with the occasional distant laughter of seagulls. The air smelled of salt and coconut, a perfect blend of nature’s embrace and the luxurious scent of sunscreen.

Lando stretched his arms above his head, tilting his face toward the sun as he relaxed into the plush lounge chair. His fingers idly played with the end of Y/N’s beach sarong, a teasing habit he’d picked up over the years of knowing her. They had been talking about the most random things for the past hour—why crabs walk sideways, whether pineapples belong on pizza, and the absurdity of seagulls looking like they always had an attitude.

But then something clicked in his head.

His brows furrowed, a sudden realization making him sit up slightly. Five days. They had been in this private beach villa for five whole days. Five days of stolen kisses, shared sunsets, lazy mornings tangled in sheets, and yet—

“Wait a sec,” Lando blurted out, turning to her with an exaggerated look of betrayal. “You haven’t called me ‘baby’ once this entire honeymoon.”

Y/N, who had been sipping on a fresh coconut with a tiny umbrella sticking out of it, nearly choked. “Huh?”

Lando crossed his arms, his lips pressing into a pout. “You heard me. Not even a ‘babe’ or a ‘love’ or—or—I don’t know, a cute little nickname. It’s been five days, Y/N. Five. Days.”

Y/N’s face warmed instantly, and she shifted uncomfortably, staring out at the waves as if the ocean might offer her an escape route. “What are you even talking about?” she mumbled, trying to sound unbothered.

Lando scooted closer, his face inches from hers now, grinning like the little menace he was. “Don’t ‘what are you even talking about’ me,” he teased, nudging her shoulder with his. “You’re telling me you can’t call me something cute? You call Max ‘dumbass’ more affectionately than you call me anything.”

Y/N groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Lando, shut up.”

“Oh-ho, no, no, no. This is important. This is a honeymoon emergency.” He turned on his side, propping his head up on one hand as he smirked at her. “Alright, we’re gonna do this step by step.”

Y/N peeked at him through her fingers. “What?”

Lando grinned mischievously. “Repeat after me. B—A—B—Y.”

Her jaw dropped as she immediately shot him a glare. “Lando, stop.”

“Nope. C’mon, love, humor me.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “B—A—B—Y.”

Y/N sighed heavily, clearly regretting every life choice that led her to this moment. But under his persistent, teasing gaze, she finally relented. “B—A—B—Y,” she mumbled.

Lando beamed. “And what does that spell?”

Y/N hesitated for half a second before deadpanning, “Bro.”

Silence. Then—

Lando’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief before he burst into uncontrollable laughter, collapsing onto the lounge chair in a fit of giggles. Y/N, unable to hold it in anymore, joined him, her laughter ringing through the private beach like music.

“Oh my god, you’re actually the worst,” Lando wheezed between laughs, wiping at his eyes. “You really just friendzoned me on our honeymoon?”

Y/N nodded, her shoulders shaking. “Bro, I guess I did.”

Lando groaned dramatically before pulling her into his arms, nuzzling into her shoulder. “Unbelievable. Actually unbelievable.”

She hummed, resting her chin on his tousled curls, still giggling. “You’ll live.”

“Oh, will I?” Lando huffed before tilting his head up, pressing his lips to her jaw. Then another kiss—on her cheek, then her nose, then the corner of her lips. “What if I never recover from this heartbreak?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her cheeks burned under his touch. “You’ll be fine.”

“Hmm.” Lando sighed dramatically again before wrapping his arms tighter around her, pulling her onto his lounge chair so she was practically half on top of him. “Guess I’ll just have to cuddle my way through the pain.”

Y/N smiled against his chest, inhaling the scent of salt and sun-warmed skin. “Such a tragedy.”

“The worst.”

They stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, as the sun began its slow descent into the horizon. The sky transformed into a masterpiece of pinks, oranges, and purples, casting a warm glow over the private beach. The waves continued their endless dance, whispering secrets to the shore, but in that moment, nothing else existed but them.

Lando tilted his head slightly, peering down at her. “You’re really not gonna call me baby, are you?”

Y/N grinned sleepily against his chest. “We’ll see, bro.”

Lando groaned, dropping his head back against the chair. “I hate you.”

She chuckled, pressing a small kiss to his collarbone. “No, you don’t.”

“…Yeah, you’re right.” He sighed happily, his fingers drawing mindless patterns along her back. “I love you, actually.”

Y/N lifted her head, meeting his gaze, something soft and unspoken passing between them. “I love you too, bro.”

Lando let out an exaggerated whine before flipping them over, caging her beneath him with a playful growl. “You are the absolute worst!”

Y/N shrieked, laughing as he tickled her sides, their laughter mixing with the sound of the ocean. And just like that, under the golden glow of a perfect sunset, Lando kissed her breathless—because even if she was the worst, she was his worst.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[callmemonster68]

just so they know... | n.rk - ni-ki

Jealous Niki decides to remind the boys who Y/N belongs to

paring: bf!ni-ki x fem!reader x enhypen ( special participation ) 18+

wc: 1,460

warnings: nsfw content, unprotected sex, crying, public sex

A game night at one of the boys’ houses. Everyone was laughing and having fun, but Niki, sitting in a corner, watched Y/N interact with the others in a way he thought was more animated than necessary.

While the others competed in a card game, he could barely concentrate, his eyes fixed on the way Y/N laughed at something Sunoo had said.

After a few minutes, Niki stood up abruptly, drawing everyone’s attention.

Niki: Y/N, can I talk to you for a second? (he said, his tone calm, but his eyes revealing something more intense)

Y/N: Wait, I’m almost winning this.

Niki was already at his limit, he stood up.

Niki: What was that? (he asked, crossing his arms)

Y/N blinked, confused.

Y/N: What is that?

Niki: You know. All this laughter, all this closeness with them.

She frowned, trying to suppress a smile. The boys were in shock from the surprise and confusion.

Y/N: Niki, they are our friends. And we’re not doing anything wrong.

Niki: I know that (he replied, running his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated) But I can’t help it. It just… bothers me.

Y/N: Are you jealous? (she asked, now a smile appearing on her lips)

He looked away for a moment, but finally sighed.

Niki: Maybe…

Y/N: Niki, you don’t need to be like this. I am yours, and you know it.

His eyes met hers, and in that moment, something relaxed in him.

Y/N: I just don’t like sharing at all (he said loudly while looking at the boys)

To provoke him, the boys shouted Y/N’s name, telling her to just ignore his behavior and return to the game. Niki opened a devilish smile, and before she could return to the game, he grabbed and pulled her arm, lifting her up with a slight smile.

Niki: Just so they know…

And then, he gave her a quick and rough kiss, which left her shocked, the boys with wide eyes at the scene, but Niki didn’t stop there, he pulled her close to the sofa, turned her around, and pushed her onto the arm of the sofa so that her butt was up, and her lower body thrown over the sofa.

Y/N: Niki, what are you doing? You are crazy. (she said as she tried to get up)

Niki: Crazy? Me? Crazy are they if they think they can fuck you better than I can. (he said, looking at them with fire in his eyes)

Jungwon: Guys, let’s go out, let them sort it out.

Heeseung: Go out? Why? He wants us to see it, or he wouldn’t have started this show.

Niki: Exactly, stay and watch this bitch get dumb for my cock.

He finishes speaking, lifts her dress up, and pulls her panties down. The boys adjust themselves to get a better view, she covering her face, overwhelmed with shame.

Niki: Take your hands off, I want them to see your face all the time. (he says authoritatively, and gives her bare butt a hard slap)

She obeys him immediately, already knowing him well, she knows it’s better to follow him. Tears streaming down her face from embarrassment, she dared to look to the side and found the boys’ focused gazes, her pussy tightened around nothing.

Niki noticed her excitement running down her legs and didn’t miss the opportunity to tease.

Niki: Look at this bitch, come closer, she’s already dripping.

The boys immediately walked closer, all positioned behind Niki, with a privileged view of her exposed pussy, their pants getting tight, suffocating their hard cocks. Jake was the first to take the initiative to free his hard cock, followed by all the others, the last being Niki, who freed his cock and held Y/N’s hip, making her feel a shiver run through her entire body.

Y/N: Niki, please, don’t do this, you will regret it. (she pleaded)

Niki: The one who will regret it is you for being a desperate attention-seeker.

With that, he penetrated her all at once, tearing a scream from her, he began to fuck her mercilessly, going hard and deep while degrading her, the boys closely watching everything as they pumped their cocks, Y/N moaning loudly, Niki’s thrusts abusing her small pussy, the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling driving her completely crazy.

Y/N tried to stifle their moans by pressing their face into the couch. Niki noticed and pulled her hair. He made a ponytail with his hand and held it while forcing his face upward.

Niki: Funny how you try to hide how much you like being treated like this.

Y/N: Niki, please, it’s too much, I can’t take it anymore.

Niki: The best thing you can do is stay there and accept it.

Jay: You should treat her better, Niki, she’s too good.

Niki: I can do whatever I want with her, and you will just watch. She knows she was born to please me.

With that, she squeezed him even tighter, loving the attention and degradation she was receiving.

Y/N: I’m going to come, I’m at my limit. (she said through sobs)

Niki: Do you really think you’re in control? How lovely.

He threw her head forward, pushing her back onto the couch, then pulled out of her, leaving her empty. He went to the kitchen and returned with a chair, placing it sideways in front of the boys who had now stopped pumping his penis to follow his movements. Then he sat in the chair with his legs open.

Niki: Come here, bitch, it’s time for you to show what you know.

She got up, staggering with weak legs, and walked over to him. She positioned herself on his lap and sat on his hard member.

Niki: You know you’re only useful when you do exactly what I say.

She confirmed, nodding her head, the tears still streaming down her face. Niki took her dress off, leaving her completely naked. He looked into her eyes, wrapped his hand around her throat, and choked her just enough for her to roll her eyes.

Niki: Now, bitch, move.

He took his hand away and released her, letting her arms fall freely by her sides and allowing her to use his cock. The boys resumed touching themselves while Y/N began to ride his cock with desperation.

Niki: Are you seeing how they look at you? Do you see how they look at you? Is this how you want to be seen?

She squeezed him and looked at the boys. She still hadn’t realized what was really happening, all six of them watching her as they pumped their cocks, excited and desperate. She knew she should be ashamed, but it only made her even more excited and closer to the edge.

Niki: They’re all here touching themselves over you, but in the end, you’re only mine.

He saw that she was close and pulled her in for a hot kiss, while guiding her hips to move more forcefully. Before completely breaking the kiss, he orders:

Niki: Open your mouth!

She obeys, then he spits in her mouth, which she immediately swallows.

Niki: You like being reminded of your place, don’t you?

She nodded again, confirming that she loved being just a pawn in his hands when it came to sex. She accelerated her movements even more, Niki came first, followed by him with just a few more movements. He looked at the boys and realized that they were all already at their limit.

He lifts her off his lap, both of their cum dripping down her legs, then he forces her to kneel in front of the boys. Holding her hair and forcing her to look at them, he says:

Niki: Look at them! Let them see your fucked-up expression.

Niki: Get closer, use her like the good cum dump she is and cum on her.

She was startled by what was said, they approached her and came almost in unison on top of her. Meanwhile, Niki put her clothes back on.

Niki: With everyone aware of who makes her feel this way and to whom she belongs… we can continue with the game.

Y/N looked at him incredulously with his ease in acting so relaxed about everything that had happened.

Niki: Any problem? (he asked, raising an eyebrow at her)

Y/N: No, no problem. (she said before getting up, grabbing her clothes, and going to the bathroom to wash up)

Sunoo: Y/N, don’t take too long, I’ll have my revenge. (he said with a sweet smile, accompanied by everyone agreeing)

“None of them are normal,” she thought as she took a shower, exhausted.

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[starset21]

I Know Love Pt.2

Pairing: Lando Norris x Piastri!sister reader

Summery: After a restless night haunted by Lando’s words and Oscar’s look, she throws herself into work, determined to push aside the growing tension. But a simple text from Lando—asking her to meet him before the driver briefing—shatters her fragile resolve. Against her better judgment, she goes. Before anything can happen, Oscar walks in.

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She barely slept. After the way last night unfolded—the elevator, the weight of Lando’s words, the knowing look Oscar gave her—her mind refused to shut off. It was stupid. So stupid. Because this wasn’t supposed to be a thing. She wasn’t supposed to feel her pulse quicken every time she thought about the way Lando had looked at her in that cramped elevator. She wasn’t supposed to replay his voice in her head, the way he had said, You know I see you watching me too, right? And yet, despite every effort to push it out of her mind, the thoughts followed her into the next morning. 

She had a job to do today. That was all that mattered. She repeated that over and over as she got ready, as she made her way to the paddock, as she checked her emails and reviewed data for race strategy in the garage. But all of that resolve cracked the moment she got a text. 

Lando: Come to my driver’s room before the briefing?

Her stomach flipped. She stared at the message for a few seconds longer than necessary before locking her phone and shoving it into her pocket. She could ignore it. She should ignore it.

Instead, twenty minutes later, she found herself standing outside his driver’s room, inhaling sharply before knocking twice. A beat of silence. Then— “Come in.”

The room was dimly lit, quiet. A stark contrast to the chaos of the paddock outside. Lando was sitting on the couch, dressed in his race suit but not fully zipped up, the fireproofs underneath slightly exposed. His curls were damp, probably from the pre-race warm-up, and his foot bounced slightly against the floor, like he had too much energy and nowhere to put it. She hesitated at the door. “You needed something?” His eyes met hers, and just like that, the air shifted. It wasn’t immediate, but slow—like a ripple of tension spreading between them. For a second, he didn’t answer. He just looked at her, like he was debating something in his head. Then, finally— “You okay?” The question caught her off guard. Her brows furrowed. “What?” 

“Last night,” he clarified. “You jumped back as soon as the door opened.” She exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes as she folded her arms. “You’re really asking me about that now? On race day?” He leaned back against the couch, smirking slightly. “Just checking.”

“Jesus, Lando.” She let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head. “It was nothing. Can we drop it?” His smirk faltered just slightly, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. “Was it?” He asked and her stomach twisted. She hated how easily he saw through her. How he managed to slip past every carefully constructed defense she put up like it was effortless. She swallowed, forcing herself to stay steady. “It doesn’t matter.” Lando hummed, unconvinced, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he patted the empty spot next to him on the couch. “Sit.” She hesitated. Her brain screamed at her to walk away. To focus. To not get distracted.

But then she sat down.

She didn’t know why—maybe curiosity, maybe stupidity, maybe the simple fact that she was already in too deep to pretend she wasn’t affected by all of this. Lando turned slightly toward her, draping one arm across the back of the couch, fingers idly tapping against the cushion behind her. “Just so we’re clear,” he murmured, voice quieter now. “You do know I was serious last night, right?” Her breath caught in her throat. She forced herself to keep her expression neutral. “Serious about what?” He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head like she was being impossible. “About you watching me.” Her jaw clenched. “Lando.”

“What?” His lips quirked, but his eyes—God, his eyes—were sharp, searching. “You are watching me.” She exhaled slowly, willing herself to keep it together. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re avoiding answering,” he countered easily. She turned to glare at him, expecting him to look smug, but when she met his gaze, there was something different there. Something serious. His voice softened. “I’m not trying to mess with you.” She swallowed hard. “Then what are you doing?” Lando hesitated. For the first time, he looked conflicted. Then, after a long pause— “I don’t know.” It was the honesty in his voice that did her in. Because suddenly, she felt it.

The shift. The weight of everything that had been building between them. The thing they had both been pretending wasn’t real for well over a year now, when it was so clearly real. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breathing unsteady. And for a second—a single, reckless second—she thought he was going to kiss her. The way he was looking at her, the way his eyes flickered down to her lips, the way his fingers twitched slightly against the cushion behind her— It was right there. 

But then— A knock at the door.

Before she could move, before either of them could even process what was happening, the door swung open. Oscar. Her stomach dropped. Lando shot back like he’d been burned, his arm jerking away from her. His whole posture went stiff, a fraction of a second too late to be subtle. Oscar just stood there. Silent. Expression unreadable. But his eyes—his eyes—flicked between them, taking in the scene. Her, too close to Lando. Lando, looking like he’d just been caught red-handed. The tension was suffocating.

“What the fuck is going on?” Oscar’s voice was sharp, controlled—too controlled. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Lando cleared his throat. “Nothing.” Oscar’s gaze snapped to him, sharp and cutting. “Nothing?” Oscar echoed, his voice deadly calm. His gaze flickered back to her, and she felt the weight of it pressing down on her chest. “Didn’t look like nothing.” Her stomach twisted. She needed to say something, to fix this before it spiraled into something worse. “We were just talking,” she said quickly, forcing her voice to stay steady. Oscar let out a sharp, humorless laugh. He shook his head, exhaling harshly before locking eyes with Lando again. “Didn’t take you long, did it?” Lando’s expression flickered, a brief moment of something unreadable crossing his face before he schooled it into something neutral. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Oscar scoffed, folding his arms. “You know exactly what it means.” Lando’s jaw tightened. “Mate—”

“Don’t.” Oscar’s voice was razor-sharp. “Don’t fucking mate me right now.” A beat of silence. Thick. Heavy. Unforgiving.

She hated this. Hated the way the energy in the room shifted into something ugly, something dangerous. Hated the way Oscar looked at Lando like he was the enemy. And most of all, she hated the way she didn’t know how to make it stop. Lando exhaled sharply, running a hand through his curls before sitting forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You’re blowing this out of proportion.” Oscar’s eyes darkened. She knew that look. The one that meant he was one second away from saying something he wouldn’t be able to take back. So she stepped in before he could. “Oscar.” Her voice was firm, cutting through the tension. He didn’t look at her. She reached out, hesitating for only a fraction of a second before grabbing his arm. “Oscar.” That got his attention. His gaze snapped to hers, and for the first time, she saw it—

Not just anger. Not just frustration. But something else. Something that hurt. Her chest tightened. Oscar wasn’t just pissed off. He was worried. That realization made her throat tighten. She softened her voice. “It’s not what you think.” Oscar let out a slow, measured breath, like he was trying to keep himself in check. “Then what is it?” Silence. The kind that stretched too long. Because she didn’t have a good answer. His jaw clenched. “Yeah,” he muttered, shaking his head. “That’s what I thought.” And just like that— he turned and left. 

She didn’t think. Didn’t pause, didn’t glance back at Lando, didn’t give herself time to consider what the hell she was doing. She just followed. “Oscar—” He kept walking. Quick, purposeful strides, tension radiating off of him like a storm she couldn’t escape. She picked up her pace, weaving past a few mechanics as they moved through the paddock. The garage was just ahead, but she wasn’t letting him disappear into work, not when she could feel the weight of whatever just happened pressing down on both of them. She reached out, grabbing his wrist. “Oscar.” 

He stopped. Didn’t turn, didn’t look at her, just stood there for a beat, shoulders rising and falling with a sharp inhale. Then, finally, he faced her. The anger had dulled slightly, but it hadn’t disappeared. Instead, it simmered beneath the surface, coiled too tightly alongside something else—something heavier. “I’m not doing this with you right now.” Her jaw clenched. “Too bad.” Oscar exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “You—” He cut himself off, pressing his lips into a thin line before dragging a hand through his hair. “Do you even know what you’re getting yourself into?” She straightened. “There’s nothing to get into.” Oscar laughed. Short. Sharp. Disbelieving. “You really expect me to believe that?” His gaze burned into hers. “After what I just walked in on?” Her stomach twisted. She shook her head. “It wasn’t—” 

“Don’t lie to me,” Oscar snapped, voice low but firm. “Not me.” Her breath caught. She exhaled slowly, running a hand down her face. “I’m not lying.” Oscar’s jaw tensed. “Then tell me the truth.” Silence. Because she didn’t know what to say. She barely knew what this thing with Lando was. And if she didn’t know, how the hell was she supposed to explain it to Oscar? Oscar must’ve seen the hesitation, because he shook his head, stepping back like he needed the extra space. “You need to stay away from him.” 

Her head snapped up. “Excuse me?” His expression was set. Serious. Unmovable. “Lando,” he said, voice steady. “He’s bad news.” She scoffed. “Are you kidding me?”

“I’m not.” Oscar’s voice was sharp, cutting through any attempt to brush it off. “You know what he’s like.” Her stomach churned. She wanted to argue. Wanted to tell him he was wrong, that Lando wasn’t some reckless playboy looking for the next thing to entertain him. But the problem was— She didn’t know if she could. Because had she ever seen Lando in something real? Had he ever been the guy who stayed? Had he ever wanted to be? Oscar’s expression softened, just a fraction. “I know you think this is different.” She swallowed hard. “You don’t know what I think.”

“I do.” He let out a slow breath, gaze steady. “And I know you. I know you don’t do things halfway. You get invested.” She looked away, hating how easily he saw through her. Oscar sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before continuing. “I’m not saying he’s a bad guy. I like him. He’s my teammate. But he’s not—” He hesitated, like he was searching for the right words. “He’s not what you need.” Her chest tightened. “And what do I need?” she challenged. Oscar didn’t even hesitate. “Someone who’s all in.” The words landed harder than she expected. She exhaled sharply. “Oscar—” His jaw clenched, but his voice softened slightly. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

The honesty in his words made her throat tighten. Because no matter how frustrated she was—no matter how much she wanted to snap back and tell him to stay out of it— She knew this wasn’t about control. It was about protecting her. Because Oscar knew what it was like to get burned. And he didn’t want that for her. She took a slow breath, forcing herself to meet his gaze.

“I hear you,” she said quietly. His shoulders relaxed, just a fraction. But it wasn’t a win. Because she didn’t say she agreed. And they both knew it. Oscar exhaled, nodding slightly before stepping back. “I have to get ready.” She nodded. And just like that, he turned and walked away. Leaving her standing there— Alone with the weight of everything he’d just said. And the terrifying realization that she didn’t know if he was wrong.

[yslbooten]

݂۫ · ✿៸ mileena wins! ( pt.2)

ཀ`pairings : mark, eve x mileena! reader

ཀ`notes : mileena! reader finally reveals whats under neath her mask. worrying about the reactions of mark and eve. ( gore describing warning btw )

atom eve

atom eve was badly hurt, bleeding out while more blood was gushing. she was on the lapse of dying from major blood lost. you were scared

you didn't know what to do with the attacker repeatedly bashing the weapon on her body the wet sounds of blood and the impact of skin getting brutally smashed against there was civilians running around.. if you didnt say the civilians cecil would yell at you wondering

why he had recruited you if you werent even gonna do your job, if you didnt save eve her lover would put the blame of her death upon you

“ fuck it “ you had thought pulling down your mask and sneak attacking the person who was attacking eve, tearing into their flesh with your razor sharp teeth. you were made for this made

for biting into humans, your mouth was your major weapon even if people didn't know.

the pained scream from the villian had signaled you to pierce your nails into his body to get a good grip on them, making sure they didnt leave from the brutalizing flesh eating attack you had done on them. blood leaking down your cheek you finished your cannibalising attack on them.

“ eve are you alright “ eves face was shocked a slight look of horror on her face witnessing the event that had taken place infront of her, her mouth wide opened, chest heaving, blood finally stopping from her powers saving her. “ your face “

looking away, you knew it. she would say your a monster outcasting you to the other heros calling you a villian. you didnt care because this had always happened when you showed the true side of the bottom area of your face. “ its cool “ she said, your eyes gleamed with joy and reassurance “ and the way your nails sunk into him.. wow pretty disturbing but! it saved my life thank you y/n “ she was still out of breath. grabbing your mask you put it back on “ we can talk about this later” teleporting away to get back to the civilians who were still running around trying to get to safety. she defiantly wanted to talk about it later!

mark grayson

“ mark i have to show you something “ you said on the bed sitting down with him “ is it a new costume if so i dont wanna see! “ he said distracted at the comic book he was reading. rolling your eyes you snatched the book from his hands glaring and standing up “ no! its way more important and..you know personal

“ you had said tossing the comic book aside “ y/n i was reading that?! “ sighing in annoyance

and pinning him down to the bed you were atop of him, a awkward look for both of you “ will you just listen and look? “ embarrassingly you rose up hooking your fingers around the hem on the mask pulling it down to reveal your monstrous

teeth. mark was stunned it wasnt something he had expected to see, not like it was something he hasnt seen before.. just not imagining it on you “ well? “ mark finally snapped back to reality smiling at you “ its beautiful “ the warm smile on his face making you confused “ you’re joking.. you’re saying this is beautiful?’ there are women who look way better than this who dont have teeth protruding out their mouth and you think this is cu- “ feeling mark wrap his hands

around your body giving you a warm, welcoming hug your eyes watered “ i meant what i said y/n.. its so beautiful on you, youre the best girl i’ve looked at “ sniffling you burried your head into marks neck “ shut up.. you sound so fucking cringe “ you said embracing the warm hug.

hearing the door click to see debbie with a plate of food “ wrong time?.. “ she said nervously laughing you quickly grabbed your mask putting it on “ no ma’am but.. can i take that ? “ you said feeling your stomach growl at the sight of the

delicious food infront of you “ sure and by if you guys are doing any weird stuff.. do it somewhere else “ “ MOM?! “ mark was embarassed trying to silence his mom quickly to not make this situation like.. that.

this is a request for one of my beautiful/handsome readers 🥹

[adhdduckie]

candy grams. g.w. x reader pt 2

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music choice; dandelions by ruth b

word count: 2.4 k

pt 1

synopsis;

you've been in love with george for almost as long as you've known him.

that makes 6 years. and for the last 5, you've been in love with him.

valentines' day is around the corner. and you think it's a great idea to send him a candy gram anonymously.

a/n gang im so sorry this took so long i have so many IAs.

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‘fuck, fuck, fuck’ you’re whispering as you run up the stairs, back to the common room. you barge into hermione’s room, glad to see that she’s already lying on her bed.

she rises to see who it is, and immediately drops her book as you stumble towards her.

“what- what’s wrong?” she asks you, worry etched into her face.

it’s only then you’re vaguely aware of the tears on your face, and you can taste the salt on your lips.

you flop down face first on her bed, and scream into it.

you aren’t too sure what you’re going to do now, especially after this moment.

once you’re able to control yourself, and after hermione manages to roll you over so that you’re staring up at the ceiling, do you sigh and begin to tell her everything.

hermione sits there and listens, giving you the support that you weren’t aware that you needed so badly. she listens attentively, nodding every so often as to let you know that she’s still listening, despite her silence.

once you’ve finished recounting, you hang your head, hodling your hands to your face.

“why didn’t you just tell him?” you hear her ask you, and when you look at her, she’s staring back at you intensely, and you can’t tell why you feel slightly embarrassed.

“i can’t. I can’t face that rejection. I’ve been friends with him so long, i don’t know how i would deal with that.” you respond, voice hoarse.

she hums.

“you don’t know his answer.” she finally says, after a moment of silence, before she scoots closer to you, your shoulders touching, before you lay your head on her shoulder.

“i do. if it was going to work out in my favour he wouldn’t have waited so long to bring it up to me. or do everything that he did.” you try to explain lamely.

“you don’t know that. George isn’t a very confrontational person by nature. the only times he ever gets back at someone for something they did is when they’ve done it to other people, not him. he’s a prankster by nature, but he’s not all that outgoing.” she points out.

you don’t really notice that you’ve shaken your head until you hear her sigh.

“look, y/n.” she begins, and you know you’re not going to enjoy this, “i think you should have told him. i’ve said this from the beginning. your feelings are probably reciprocated. you haven’t seen the way he looks at you like everyone else has.”

you don’t realise you even huffed when she cuts you off before you even speak; adding on that, “no seriously, remember when harry was needing your help during their end of year exams? and how he kept sticking to your side? George was in a huff for the entire exam period, constantly glaring daggers at harry.”

you sigh, shaking your head again. “he was probably just annoyed of seeing harry all the time, and plus, wasn’t that when harry and ron were arguing again?” you try to explain.

you let out a little laugh, before saying; “i mean, i’d love to think that he cared for me the same way i care for him, but realistically, i don’t think that’s possible. plus, isn’t he super into angelina bell?”

“what’s the worst that would happen if he found out that you liked him?” she tries.

“uhhh, he hates me and never talks to mee again because he feels disgusted??” you respond, trying to seem lighthearted, but the mere thought of it is painful.

hermione stares at you, a frown on her face before she shakes her head. (there’s a lot of head shaking going on.) she realises that she won’t win against your self delusion and negativity, so she just tries to make you feel better instead.

the next few days are hard to get through.

you try your darned best to avoid the crap out of george, and it’s effective enough that even oblivious little harry is able to tell.

it starts off with you darting into a different hall, or empty classroom you see george in the halls.

you switched seats, so you were sitting with katie instead, as soon as classes that you had with george ended, you ducked out, running to your next one, often forgetting your friends behind as well.

avoiding him in the dining hall was a bit harder. you had to wake up a bit earlier in the mornings so you could get food, and everytime you saw him coming in, you’d have to shove what was left on your plate into your mouth, and then get running.

finally, on a sunday morning, fred corners you in the common room, when you’ve just come up from breakfast. luckily, (or unluckily, as you still feel a pang of sadness when you realise you haven’t seen george in forever) george isn’t with him, so you have a peace of mind. (YOU ARE LYING TO YOURSELF YOU LOOK LIKE A SAD LITTLE PUPPY)

“what’s wrong with you.” fred merely states, rather than asking you a question.

“i don’t know what you mean.” you respond, monotonous, and avoiding eye contact, as he looks so much like george you still hurt inside, but he and fred are still so different.

“you’ve been moping like a kicked puppy, and you’ve been avoiding george, so you’re both just moping, and he looks like he wants to end himself.” fred responds, eyes narrowing.

you sigh, before simply stating, “i can’t deal with my feelings, and he confronted me and i can’t deal with it.”

freds eyes somehow manage to narrow further, looking at you suspiciously. “everyone knows you’re in love with each other.”

“we aren’t. at least i am and he isn’t.” you respond simply, sighing as you close your eyes and rub them with your hand.

fred pulls your hand away from your face, and peers into your eyes, not letting go of your hand, he takes it and uses it to lightly slap yourself.

“are. you . dumb.?” he enunciates with each slap. it’s not painful, but its enough for you to fight back against him.

“what, fred.” you manage to snap out.

“he wants you so bad.” fred tells you.

“no he doesn’t”

“yes he does.”

“no he doesn’t”

“yes he does”

“no-”

“oh my gosh i am not doing this with you. he wants you, he’s in love with you, and he’s totally going to kill me for telling you this but i cannot stand this anymore.”

“what?” you ask, a little worried, which is kind of an understatement, as your heart is literally pounding in your chest.

“he is sooooo down bad for you.” fred says, shaking you by your shoulders.

“no.” you respond simply. you want to believe it, you do, but it doesn’t really make any sense.

“what-? …yes he is. i would not be telling you this if i was not the one who had listened to him complain for the entire two months every summer about how much he missed your ass.” fred asserts, continuing to shake you. you’re getting dizzy, so you have to step out of his grip.

“he what?” is your oh so genius response, as you struggle to maintain your composure, dizzy from being shaken and this revelation.

“he wants to kiss you and date you and profess his stupid undying love for his best friend who likes him back but you are dumb and keep trying to run away from him?” fred’s peering at you intensely, before he sighs. “i think it’s better if you hear this from him, so would you please do all of us a favour and just stop running? he’ll probably be on the quidditch pitch now so please please please go talk to him. he’s been working to the bone on the pitch because of you.”

you can’t even give fred a response, your brain is running a mile a minute.

you don’t process that your feet are even moving until you’re out of the castle until the cold hits you. you keep going anyway, until you see a little red blob in the distance, above the quidditch pitch.

as you make your way to the quidditch pitch you’re able to see that the little blob that was just a speck of red in the distance is slowly descending, until you realise its just george.

you break into a run, and as you’re getting close you can see the confusion on his face just before you collide into him, hugging him tight.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, the worried is etched onto his face. he processes that you’re not wearing a jumper, and you’re just in a thin top and jeans. “aren’t you cold? why aren’t you wearing a jumper?” he demands of you as he tries to warm you up, his warm hands rubbing up and down your arms.

“i’m sorry,” comes tumbling out your mouth, as you pull back from the hug. there’s a loss of warmth, and only then you shiver.

the lines of worry on his face smooth out, and he lets out a little sigh. “it’s alright, but please please don’t do that again, it was really horrible.”

you shake your head, your apology seems insignificant. it doesn’t seem like enough.

“i’m really sorry.” you repeat.

“it’s okay.” he asserts, and he picks his broom off the floor as he pulls you close.

“let’s go back in. you must be freezing.” he just says, and the walk back to the castle is mainly quiet. but it’s a good quiet, because you’re happy enough just to spend time with him. you realise you should probably bring up the candy gram incident, but you just don’t know what to do.

it’s as he leaves your side for a moment to set his broom back in the broom cupboard, when you finally muster up the courage. you’re watching him as he sets his broom down gently before you blurt it out.

“about the candy gram-” you start, before he interrupts.

“it’s okay. it was a joke i get it.” he says, as you watch him from the door frame of the cupboard. he’s deliberately avoiding making eye contact, but you need to get over this now or else you never will and fred will also probably commit murder if he was being honest.

“it wasn’t.” you manage to squeak out.

he spins around, and he’s completely silent, as if he wants you to keep on talking, or to explain yourself, or to burst out laughing that you’re just joking again.

“it wasn’t a joke.” there. you said it.

“it was never a joke. I couldn’t say it outright, so i was looking for a way that was less obvious, and when professor Mcgonagall came up with the idea, it seemed like a good idea to get my feelings out and finally get a break. i just didn’t think you’d realise who it was.” you finish, before you finally look up from where you were staring at the ground.

you didn’t hear him come closer to you as you were too stressed out, but now he’s standing close, too close. close enough that if you just leaned forward by a bit, you could touch him.

you look up at him, and the way he’s looking at you has you breathless.

“of course i realised it was you. I know what your handwriting looks like. i’ve sat next to you for years, and we’ve traded so many notes that i’ve saved over the years that i could copy your handwriting without even looking at it. i notice everything you do, even the things you don’t notice you do. you mean the world to me, far beyond what a best friend would be. i want to be more, and it’s something i’ve craved for so long.”

if you thought you were breathless before, you are definitely breathless now. you look at him, searching, searching his face for something that could just show how much he actually means it, or something that’d give it away that he’s not being serious. but you can’t find anything because he’s so earnest.

you know you need to say something, but you’re just searching for something perfect to say in response to the absolute poetry that he’s just sprouted, but the only thing that falls from your parted lips is a squeaked “really?”. it’s embarrassing, so you flush.

he laughs at that, and pulls you in by the loops of your jeans, so that you’re pressed up against him. he leans in close to you, his lips a fraction from yours. you can feel his hot breath fan over your cheek and you shiver, because its a stark contrast to the cold dreich weather outside.

he’s emanating warmth, and everything you’ve ever wanted. he finally leans in and… kisses your forehead, before he’s stepping away.

you’re left standing there confused and annoyed, before he sees the disappointment on your face before he laughs, pulling you in again, and giving you what he knows you both want.

it’s a kiss that’s hard and soft, and he lulls you into some sort of rhythm that’s just addicting, and you sigh happily into his mouth, and you can feel the way he smiles against you.

“you’re not funny.” you mutter, when he finally pulls away.

“i’m hilarious.” he laughs and you can’t stop fight against the smile that’s breaking out across your face, before he kisses it again.

“you wish.” you manage to get out, when he’s done.

“you love me.” he teases, and you don’t respond to it, which makes him smile even harder. you’re walking off without him, trying so hard to not start laughing out of giddiness. he stands there with a smile so big that he knows you can’t see, before he runs up to catch up with you.

he pulls you in close as he walks you back to the castle together, his hands clasped with yours naturally, and you think to yourself that you have a lot of lost time to catch up on.

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later on, you’re tucked into george’s side in the common room as you warm up near the fire. his arm’s around your shoulder, and when fred comes in through the portrait, and his eyes land on the two of you together, you’re able to hear a sigh of relief coming from him.

“it’s about time. i was going to go insane from all the negative tension. why did it take so long?” fred complains, falling into the couch across from you. you both look at each other, and without a response, you both look at him with a smile.

he shudders, “oh god you’re already gross.”

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[nethhiri]

Part 9:

Warnings: Violence, kidnapping

The surroundings were unfamiliar. You ran until you were out of breath. Then, you wandered. You didn't have any bearings. You were lost in the snow. It only got worse when it started snowing again, nearly blinding you. As you trudged through it, your foot hit something. Fishing around with your hand, you pulled out a set of goggles, the same ones that the red-haired man was wearing. Tears started to well in your eyes. Had you gone in a circle? Or had he lost them later? When you found the same destroyed shack that you had left, you knew you had made a big circle. You used one of the walls that was still standing as shelter from the wind. Slinging the goggles around your neck, you put your head into your knees, waiting out the short blizzard.

After what seemed like hours, because it had been hours, you finally stumbled your way into a village. If it weren't for the wafting smell of food, you probably would have been wandering a lot longer. You always followed Kamazo and he knew where he was going. You had no need to know where anything was because Kamazo led you. You had never had to figure anything out because Kamazo did that for you, too. It was dawning on you how helpless you were without him, no better than you had been before he found you. 

You stood in front of one of the food stalls from a distance. Your stomach was growling, not understanding that you couldn't buy any food since you had no money. Maybe you should have just stayed where you were. Kamazo would come looking for you and what if he couldn't find you? Kamazo was probably escaping at this very moment and he would find you in no time. For a while, you walked up and down the Main Street, waiting for Kamazo to come find you, pushing away thoughts that he may not be able to escape. How would you survive without him?

"Hey, you hungry?"

The voice came from a woman with strange hair and strange clothes, but she seemed genuine. She was holding some kind of street food on a skewer out to you. Cautiously, you took it. You probably should have been more wary of s stranger offering you food, but you were starving and felt like you could pass out at any second. Once you took a bite, you ravenously ate the rest of it. The woman was then joined by the tallest man you had ever seen. He was dressed in a black cloak with spikes on the top and was staring down at you with an unreadable expression. There were very sharp-looking blades around his neck. You could feel the adrenaline rush your veins. He scared you and you wanted to get away from him as fast as possible. 

"Where'd you get these?" He tugged at the goggles around your neck. 

You didn't think, only acted. With the wooden skewer in your hand, you stabbed the man in the leg and ran when he reflexively let go of the goggles. You could hear him behind you howling in pain and screaming at you as you bolted away. You were accustomed to running away at this point. Without Kamazo, you would always have to run, not strong enough to defend yourself on your own. As one might expect, you didn't get very far. A second, even more terrifying man with scars appeared in front of you and grabbed you before you could skirt around him, hoisting you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. 

"Don't worry, Wire. I got 'er." He patted you on the butt. "You're a wild little one, huh?"

In response, you elbowed him a few times in the back, before you realized he was laughing at your efforts. With a dejected sigh, you went limp. You knew your limits. There was nothing you were going to do to get out of this. You only hoped Kamazo would find you sooner rather than later. 

"Giving up already? That's no fun." 

"Will you stop? You're freaking her out." It was the woman's voice again.

"Why are you out here feeding strays anyway?" That sounded like the tall man.

"She looked so damn hungry! Then I saw Kid's goggles and was going to befriend her before your tall ass came and spooked her!"

The name Kid sent a chill through your heart. So these people knew that angry red-haired man. Would he be where they were taking you? You didn't want to go anywhere near that person, especially without Kamazo to protect you. 

The scarred man spoke, "You heard that name before, little one? You stiffened up." When you didn't answer, he jostled you. "I'm talkin to ya. You know Kid?"

You shook your head. 

"Don't lie. You're trembling." 

The woman spoke again, "Let's go back to the ship. We're drawing too much attention." She spoke directly to you then, "We ain't gonna hurt ya. We're just trying to find our captain."

The woman wasn't lying. They didn't hurt you. Emma, as she was called, gave you some more food. She offered you clothes that weren't ripped but they looked too strange to you, so you declined. You were currently sitting alone in a room with the scarred man, who was fiddling with the goggles you found. It seemed like you were waiting for something, probably the tall man. You kept glancing at the scars on the man's face. You wondered what happened to him to make those scars.

"You have something to say?" 

You didn't realize you were staring. "I...d-did the red-haired man hurt you, too?" Your voice wasn't much more than a whisper and you kept your eyes down. 

He seemed surprised by this. "Kid hurt you?"

You nodded and pulled opened one of the tears in the side of your kimono, revealing the deep blue-purple bruises left on your ribs. 

"No, he didn't do this to me. He fixed me." The man paused. "What happened?"

You're not sure why you told him, but you told him everything that had happened. It felt good to talk to someone and to get all the feelings out. You didn't necessarily feel safe here, but you felt marginally more safe than you would be outside.

"Huh. No wonder you were scared." The man scratched his head, seeming sightly remorseful for what his captain had done. "Tell me about this Kamazo person. Kid called him Killer? What did he look like?" 

You described him the best you could. 

"Shit. Maybe that is Killer. Everything fits except for the fact he laughed a lot." For a few moments, he thought. "You stay here. I have to talk to Wire." 

You wondered if you should leave. There was just as much out there for you as there was in here, which was nothing. Maybe if you were out there Kamazo would be able to find you more easily. You didn't know what would happen if you went against the scarred man's word. It was better to listen and to stay where you were. If you answered all their questions, maybe they would let you go anyway. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. They were feeding you after all. That was more than you could do for yourself on the outside.

Hours passed. You hadn't moved from your seated position. There were some loud voices outside, though you didn't catch what they were saying. You were starting to nod off when the scarred man returned. 

"Sorry I left for so long. Kinda thought you would have ran off but good new-"

"FUCK OUTTA MY WAY, HEAT." 

That voice made you jump to your feet, tripping over yourself as you backed into the corner of the room. "N-No!" You put your arms up in front of your face, sure that he was going to hit you. 

"SHUT UP, BITCH! Yer coming with me." 

He grabbed the front of your clothing, nearly tearing it off you again. The red-haired man dragged you to a different part of the ship, throwing you into another room and slamming the door behind him. The captain spoke through the door. "YA HAVE UNTIL DAWN TO UNDO YER SPELL OVER KILLER OR I'M SLITTIN YER THROAT IN FRONT OF HIM. But before I waste a cute little mouse like yerself, maybe I'll fuck ya in front of him and see if that brings him back to his senses. And maybe Wire and Heat will, too. Killer always liked to share."

You trembled, unmoving from the spot he threw you. At least he didn't kick you again. In spite of that, his threats brought bile into your throat and tears in your eyes. A faint laugh trickled from the other side of the room. You pulled yourself up and crawled to Kamazo, who was sitting on the floor with his head in his hands. You grabbed his face with both hands and tilted it to look at you. He looked shaken and... empty. There was an internal struggle that left nothing visible on the outside. You hugged him to your chest, crying bittersweet tears. He was back in your arms again, but for how long, you didn't know. Either you would be killed or he would cease to remember you, bringing your time together to an end.

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[the-stove-is-divorced]

Fresh off seeing the finale at last! (*´▽`*)

I will say I really, really enjoyed this episode which drives me even crazier because you guys really did save the budget for this episode FR? And it could be good... this whole season... ( I am curling into a ball and screaming). And yes, actually people being caught in the destruction! A body falling beside Conquest, people in cities, ripped apart from the very shock waves, like yes, THANK YOU.

I love Conquest so much oh my goodness, I know you're iffy on the VA but I'm giggling, thoroughly enjoying that he's an apparant outlier in the Empire, people avoid him. LIKE!!! THAT'S CRAZY! Being called a freak by the Violence is Great: The Empire is interesting! The fact there's protocols that limit what he usually does, and Earth is now an exception to the rule is a tidbit I will be chewing on furiously. The fact he whispers his soul baring secrets knowing his victims cannot tell them when they're all dead? UGH, LOVEEEEEEEE.

Conquest? Peak, I love himmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. It's so funny to me how supportive he was for Mark to try fighting him for a second, too?? Nolan step it up some random guy is doing better for your kid :/ Like, I cackled. Obligatory acknowledgment of s1e8 fight parallels and all that. I will say that (s1) fight did have a bigger crowd though, but I'll take the inclusion of people!!! I like that!!!

I will say repeating the scene of Cecil telling them to hurry up was unneeded? We got the message, my guy. Also there is something retroactively funny about Mark's Two Certified Kills being backtracked, like damn, he can't even kill one guy? I get Cecil keeping the body, I really thought he'd try analyzing the corpse or turning into the Undead Soldiers but him barely revived/secretly alive made me tilt my head a little. I understand the information standpoint, but also, damn, did Mark kill the guy or you got re-frying his brain back to motion? Because, again, it's kinda takes away Mark: I Kill Now when both his kills weren't kills.

Also, HNNGGGG Debbie what did they do to you. Rae and Debbie and Eve all being the more cry-reaction to grief like there isn't so many flavors to that shit irks meeeeeee. Rae, now the Mourning Girlfriend. Big Sigh. I know we need to see her reaction but her dynamic with Rex still upsets me. Debbie being so??? Sorrowful guilty and openly self blaming also irked me. I miss when she threw a wine bottle at Nolan. What I'd give to see her angry again. Like, her allowing Oliver to go was so crazy to me? Like that's a Viltrumite. You know he's not gonna leave when it gets serious? I liked Eve never explained that whole thing (I'd love if she was guarded, and secretive as potential contrast to s visibly distressed and chatty Mark) and it WAS COOL seeing her changing density and doing some real damage, I wish saw that kind of shit before, pre-Super Eve Mode ofc.

Slightly confused why Oliver didn't seem phased by nearly snapped in half like a toothpick, though, even if it some hesitation. Like, bro, your teeth fell out. Your tormentor described how your body will rip. You felt it.

But what drives me FUCKING INSANE is that if we simply reordered the fucking season, Mark ended it with WANTING to kill (hiding Conquest's survival, let linger at Cecil eyeing the body, employee saying "Your orders, sir?" for ambiguity, because it takes it away to me???? Am I crazy???), AND STARTING it with being SO irrationally anti-kill would've been PEAK. Mark says he doesn't kill but he never shows it. It feels more like he's too inexperienced to kill on purpose, when he keeps fucking losing for around 6/8-ish of a WHOLE SEASON, if not refusing to fight. If Mark doesn't kill, like you said, it should get in the way. It should be extreme. It should cost him so he's pushed to the brink. Literally seeing him struggle with Seismic, trying not harm Multi-Pauls, the dragon, not because he feels irritatingly weak (consequence you do not show me him holding back, like a clenched fist, or a moment of rage before he calms himself down), but because he's holding back to the point of irrationality.

Cecil calling Mark the strongest irks me to this day, that mf stays losing??? You're saying one thing and showing another. Is every hero just that much weaker, so this is all we got? Also surprised Cecil didn't try shutting her down as a power grab as he would Mark, but then again Cecil has tunnel vision for that kid, clearly.

BUT, LIKE YOU SAID, OPENING WITH POWERPLEX WOULD BE BRILLIANT. It justifies his anti-kill policy since hitting him literally escalates the situation, and every situation after should challenge him further and further. Or, if he does kill here and there, show me him desperately rationalizing it, so when he deliberately chooses it, it's A CHANGE. Like, he insists he "defeated" the other him's, or it doesn't count because it's just him. Or Levy made him, and then he escaped anyway. Then, someone ask would you have killed him? If he didn't escape? With Mark denying/lashing out, of course, he wouldn't, he's not Nolan! Or, he didn't mean to so it doesn't count, it can't count. Let his mf deny it so badly. Let him be so challenged he struggles to even process it's not feasible.

Like, how delicious (to me lol) would be the Cecil V. Mark be if Mark won't even admit he killed people? Like have him be absurdly anti-kill.

And yeah, it just seems like they meant one thing, but are showing another? Or their attempts aren't landing because they won't show us Mark thinking or establish where he is from the get go and have that build smoothly. Literally, Mark repressing so fucking hard would be interesting! Mark avoiding it makes sense! Have him talk about everything around subjects. Oliver asks about Nolan, and Mark gives him stories of Nolan, not answering the question. Have him talk, since he clearly yaps at Eve, but a demonstration of his avoidance and desperation. Sighs, opens another google doc lol.

AND YES EXACTLY! Make him realize they're people, and they're him. He can almost forget what they're doing, because it's fun taking about comics and their favorite things, tiny dimensional differences, and Mark saying cartoonishly evil things makes me cackle. Sinister Mark glares him down and he blurts about drowning orphans or something and everyone's sold. I'm crying. Mark tries gathering info and they're just joking with each other. They all don't like Levy, and Mark joins in on a rant and they agree with him, but he remembers who they choose to be, and sours. oh my goodness, "him having to really face how much of what he does is a choice. him getting to struggle w what that choice means" <- peak, exactly, exactly. Mark chooses who he can be, and that kind of stuff weighs on him.

And exactly? I wrote her for the two-shot, and I won't pretend I'm suddenly like rewriting 100% world building, but I realize she can easily comment or know about so much more stuff than Mark does, like the new head canon news channels/articles/etc aren't allowed to post Hero identities, which would explain how these mfs walk around maskless. It can ground the world into reality by explaining how any of this functions for daily living, commenting on both hero aspect and the civilian's.

The insistence to make people only existing with relationships is soooooo irritating. Can any of you guys stand on your own? It's so annoying! Like, I already wary of most romances, personally, it's the ace-aro partially, I don't get it, but I also know when it's not written well? Like, I want to want to care about Eve and Mark but I can't. I am neutral to Paul, at best but he also retracts from Debbie screen time! Back away! Back I say! Like, does she even like him? I know assumingly, but if I'm not crazy, he liked her, first, no? And she's giving him a shot. Correct me though, the irritation may be painting my memories lol.

Also if Debbie can pull werid alien then have her new interest be interesting at least. Also the demon thing is something? For a second I was horrified it was gonna be the mummy again and lose my shit.

Mark agreeing to go hang out on a beach w Debbie instead of refusing and the beach is Beach City (am now officially thinking too much about this crossover lol)

The way I got caught up on our back and forth I almost forgot this, lol! AND OH MY GOODNESS, IMAGINE? I forget exactly what which point Debbie makes the beach offer, but I’d love when exactly in SU/SUF-timeline they’d go? There’s something so fucking funny to me about them going during the SUF-timeline and always narrowly missing the strange, Steven-shaped mental breakdowns in the back. I know those don’t occur in a single day, but it’s tickling me. How could they miss anything? I don’t know I just think it’s funny.

Though, post-SUF is interesting if Gems can see the similar “world on your shoulders”, Mark has going on! Steven can shunt the narrative in the Gems’ minds, which I think is neat, if I’m not misusing the phrase since the guy’s on the road far away. Or maybe it’s just before Steven goes and they stumble into each other. I’d kinda love Pearl and Debbie interacting, honestly, if they could talk about loving someone who hurt you, hide things from you, even when you thought you knew them so deeply, and they left you to raise a child. Pearl being in a well adjusted space, and Debbie still grieving.

Honestly, the gems could help train Mark, they’re got experience and similar-ish powers in strength, sturdiness, and they can jump/run fast enough for flying to be vaguely similar enough to lecture about, I think. Or Lapis Lazulis, haha! Peridot with her trash can lid! Garnet, I’d love to see if she told Mark anything about his future in vague, well meaning advice. Or even giving relationship advice considering Amber. Or, importantly, how to convince an entire reign to end their colonizing ways, lol. Is Mark perhaps willing to start a war, take advantage of being related to any leaders, or fake his own death to varying results?

In general, there’s something so fucking funny to me about Nolan, in the sake of comparison, being Pink Diamond coded. Like OH, did an important or well respected of the colonizing empire come to earth and learn the beauty of its people and nature, including faking/lying/omitting things about his identity and background to being in, only to feel conflicted when his responsibility still remained, and he tried to free himself from them? Yikes! We’ve been through that before! Like gimme Pink Diamond and Nolan outfit swap rn. This is tickling me so much oh my goodness.

[solaestial]

Flashback, Francesca ♫ ☁

[the-heron]

he probably broke up a few fights between fitz and crozier right? probably? that's the only excuse i have for this

[noosayog]

[3:47 pm] ft miya osamu

wc: 700

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When you slam open Atsumu’s bedroom door and plop yourself onto the carpet next to him, he barely looks up from his phone. 

“Ever heard of knocking?”

You lay belly down on the floor and scream into the worn fuzz of the carpet. 

“Gross. You know our bare, unwashed feet walk on this floor right?” 

He offers you a pillow and you take it, squishing it between the floor and your face. Atsumu waits for your breath to run out. 

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Atsumuuuuu…” you bemoan. “I’m going through a crisis.” 

He says nothing, continuing to scroll on his phone but you can tell you’ve garnered some of his interest. 

“I have a secret. Like one that I can’t tell anyone.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s so shameful. I’ve been keeping it to myself for, like, ever.”

“Yeah, I bet I couldn’t guess what it is.” The sarcasm is completely lost on you. 

“Yeah. You’d make fun of me. It’d be material for you to tease me for a lifetime,” you pause, take a deep breath. “I-

“-have a big fat crush on my brother?” 

You gape. “What?” 

He looks up from his phone. He blink at you, like you’re any simpleton. “You,” he says slowly, punctuating each word, ”have a big, fat, embarrassing, crutching, debilitating crush on my brother.” 

“I didn’t even realize you knew so many big words-”

“What?” 

The two of you freeze up. 

“‘Samu!” Atsumu exclaims. “Thought you weren’t gonna be back until later tonight.”

“I wasn’t.”

He gives no other explanation. You stay still, hoping that if you don’t move or breathe, he won’t notice you. The silence stretches.

“Ohhh.. kay. Well, I better go. You kids-”

You jolt awake at that, in disbelief that Atsumu would flee alone after what he’s done.

“I’ll go with!” You turn and run, making monumental efforts to avoid a dark eyes trained on you. 

You’re about to squeeze past when a hand slams against the doorframe, arm now blocking off your exit. Osamu stares hard at you while your gaze stays glued to the exit beyond, though it’s more like you’re staring at his bicep which is now stationed at your eye level. 

“I’m just gonna go…” you hear Atsumu mumble, ducking under Osamu’s arm barrier, stealing your escape route. 

“Jackass-” you mumble.

“Hey.” 

The low voice comes from right above your head.

“Osamu,” you greet, still staring at his arm. “I gotta go. I have plans-”

A finger comes up to lift your jaw. It’s careful, but still forceful. When your eyes finally meet his, the one finger turns into two which grip your chin in place. 

“Was what Atsumu said true?” 

It takes a lot for you to hold back a stutter. “Sounds like you heard him loud and clear to me,” you say, ready to slap his hand away. 

“I did.”

“Then why are you still asking-” 

“If it’s true,” he leans down, talking slowly. It makes you start to hyperventilate. You need a paper bag or something. “I don’t wanna hear it from my stupid brother.” 

His eyes are mesmerizing, captivating. Not even the many, many years of knowing him dulls the effect of his straightforward gaze on you. You think you hear someone concede, “it’s true.” 

“What’s true?” he whispers. He’s so close you feel his words ghost your mouth.

Autopilot talks. “That I have a big fat crush on you.” 

He eats up the next millimeter of space. 

“Yeah?” he murmurs against your lips.

Suddenly, his neck is caged inside of your arms and you’re licking up his familiar minty breath and surely this all isn’t your doing because your brain is still catching up. 

His smile widens against your lips and you can feel the smugness radiate off him. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have interrupted, then.” 

That clears the fog. You shove his shoulders away and try to ignore the fact that he doesn’t go very far.

“Why?” you demand. 

He kisses you again. “‘Cause my brother’s got a big mouth.” 

You tilt your head in confusion. Osamu takes it as an invitation to slot his face better against yours. 

His kiss almost makes you forget your train of thought, but that’s okay because he answers your question anyway. 

“And he probably would’ve blabbed that I have a big fat crush on you too.”

[ode2rin]

new boyfriend rin would never ever, under any circumstance, admit that he likes the pet names you call him. well… unless you would stop doing it. (also me pushing the bffs to lovers pipeline)

You must be upset with him, Rin is convinced so. It’s the only logical and sensible explanation behind this unusual behavior. 

And he's going mad about it. Itoshi Rin is going mad any second now if he can't get to the bottom of this, he’s certainly convinced.

Every instinct screamed that your recent behavior was a reaction to something he'd done, but what? Was it the late replies to your text messages? No, you knew he was at practice and you told him you didn’t mind. Was it about the souvenir he brought back home to you from Paris? Sure, you teased him about its impracticality, but nothing that warranted this icy distance.

Or maybe it was something he said now? It must be, right? Everything boils down to his reckless poor choice of words, he supposes.

Slowly, Rin approached you by the couch you’re seated in. With your attention preoccupied by the selection of shows you’re browsing, you settled on looking at him briefly through your peripheral vision. Amused by how he’s slightly tiptoeing around, you let out a half-suppressed laugh to yourself. 

He looks like a cat sometimes, you thought from the sight. And acts like one too. Like a big black cat who would hiss at you if you looked at him funny, or one that would bite your hand if you stopped petting him to sleep. Funny how Rin could be like that too.

The moment Rin settles into the plush comfort of the couch, he gazes at you through lowered lashes, trying to read the play of emotions on your face, if there’s any. 

There’s nothing worth noting, and he doesn’t know if that should assure or bother him.

“Are we… alright?” he drawled.

What the fuck. He did not just sound like that. 

He did not just ask that and sounded like an anxious pathetic wet cat who just had a new home waiting for its owner’s permission over anything (highly specific because he’s a bit dramatic). Just what kind of loser have you reduced him into, really.

Oblivious of the internal turmoil in Rin’s mind, you turn to him, “Hmm? Yeah? Why’d you ask?”

“Nothing,” he grumbled. It’s enough that he already humiliated himself for the way he asked if the two of you were cool— doing it again by exposing himself that he thinks you’re mad plainly because he hadn’t heard you call him a pet name (like you always do) would be mortification in its final form.

“Okay, Rin.”

That’s it. This needs to end. Forget humiliation. He would rather choose to feel pathetic over any day than continue with this charade.

“Are you mad at me?” 

“Why would you think that?” you asked back instantly, shocked and extremely confused because of your boyfriend’s question. You’re literally just looking for a movie the two of you can watch— how is that any indication of being mad at him?

“Just answer the question,” he fumed, impatience settling on the furrow of his brows.

You said in the beginning of your relationship that you didn’t appreciate the silent treatment and guessing games, so don’t you think it’s hypocritical of you to do the same to him? (You’re not, but he just doesn’t know that.)

“I’m not mad at you, Rin.”

“You so are!” 

“I am not! But you, yelling and instigating it are making me right now!” you countered, voice hinted with irritation, “What is your problem, Rin?”

There it is again. Rin rose from the couch to face your sitting form, as if standing would better prove his point. “See? You’re calling me Rin!” he blurted.

“Well, maybe because it’s your name?!”

“Not to you, it’s not!”

A beat of surprised silence. Until your lips grew to such a wide smile that made Rin physically feel his heart melting. 

Yet, in Rin’s true fashion, he’ll never let you know how much air you knock out of him because of your beaming smile. Instead, he’ll say something along the snarky lines of, “Stop smiling like that.”

“Did my big bad grumpy Rinnie here thought we’re on a fight because I hadn’t call him baby?” you ask, purposely stressing out the words to disarm him more.

With a feigned exasperation, he comments, “I forgot how annoying you are.” 

“And I forgot how childish you can get sometimes,” you countered.

“I’m not childish.”

“You don’t mind me calling you Rin then?”

Rin rolled his eyes at you, but you know better than to put meaning to it. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you. With a swift tug, Rin pulled you closer, closing the distance between you effortlessly. His arm found its way around your waist, drawing you snugly against his chest.

“But I don’t see why you need to…” Maybe he could be a bit childish.

“I thought you didn’t like it,” you shyly muttered, drawing shapes in his arm. “The pet names, I mean,” you clarified, sensing the confused look he’s probably giving you behind.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He is baby. He is Rinnie. Fucking hell, that’s so loser of him to even voice it out in his own mind. 

“What? You call me by my name!” you defensively pointed out.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t like your nicknames of me,” he mumbled, the words barely audible.

The pet names— they were more than what they served. It was important to him more than what he would admit. 

They were a secret language, a way you marked him as yours. A reminder that he wasn't just Rin anymore— just your friend.

He was now something more, something special.

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Besides… I love your name,” he whispered, his voice velvet against your hair.

It’s tender— no, it makes him tender. Saying your name has been the softest, kindest, and most tender way he’s used his words for. 

Maybe it’s a little pathetic, feeling this undone by a name. But then it’s you. 

It was your name— a name he could whisper with adoration, a name that belonged only to him to claim. 

You melt to his words, leaning deeper into his chest. A contented sigh escaped your lips, the sound swallowed by the warmth of his embrace.

Looking up at him, your eyes held a softness he often found himself getting lost in, “I love your name too, but I also like calling you pet names. Is it okay?”

“Whatever you decide.” He’s yours, either way.

note. this is basically rin being "my nameeee is whatever you decideeeee and i'm just gonna call you mineeee i'm insane but i'm your baby!!!!" yeah that song basically.

[aajjks]

tw/ hórny èx bf, hè ís à crèèp, nôncôn, èxplïcït ând nsfw thèmès.

It’s hard to break up with someone like him because he doesn’t get the hint- it’s been barely 6 days and he finds himself right in front of your door.

Really horny. And quite frankly messed up.

He bangs on your door- at first he’s gentle, but then he finds himself losing his patience when you don’t open up after a few bangs at your door, even with the bell It’s not working.

He just might have to be a little bit more aggressive with it. See now, he doesn’t like being aggressive with you. He knows that you hate this side of him. That’s why you broke up with him in the first place.

It’s not really a break up to him though because you’re just trying to break and he thinks that this break has lasted way longer than it should have in the first place. So he takes deep breath, and he starts banging at it like a maniac.

“Yn! YN OPEN UP!” But you don’t. You’re really trying to test his patience and then you try to lecture him on his aggressive nature.

His pupils are dilated at this point, he’s feeling so crazy right now, it’s aching and his pants, and he has missed you like crazy-staring at your pictures is not enough anymore. Not at all.

It’s your fault, you know.

It’s your fault that you’re so beautiful and that you have his heart in your hands… he closes his eyes for a moment, and then he takes out the spare keys he had to your apartment-of course, you don’t know about them, but he had a locksmith make them for him.

Without any rational thinking- he unlocks your apartment with ease.

And soon the familiar scent of your home hits him and your ex boyfriend finds himself relaxing, his head feels a little better now. “Yn!~~~” he calls out your name with affection but you still don’t respond.

Weird.

So he decides to check if you’re home. He really hopes that you are because he needs to talk to you and… a lot of other other things.

First to fall of course it’s gonna be your bedroom, his feet, take him to the familiar room so easily, because he remembers every single room in your home, like the back of his hand.

And to his surprise? He hears the shower running. A Cheshire Cat smile spreads across his lips. But before he can think anything else, the shower drops sounds come to a halt.

Oh, so you must be done..

He waits- by sitting on your bed and waiting for you to come out, and he doesn’t have to wait long, so he unzips his pants, creepy? He doesn’t give a fuck.

He needs to fuck you and get you back. He has everything you ever want. Quite frankly, you can be ungrateful. Anyone would kill to be in your place… but too bad he wants you.

And there you are, in all your wet glory-with a towel loosely wrapped around your body, you gasp, expected, in surprised to see him, he smirks.

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to scream at him, he doesn’t mind you can because he’s missed your voice a lot.

“Hi baby.” He greets you. Licking his lips, because he feels himself getting harder when he stares at your soaked, freshly washed body.

You look so sexy like this I can’t help but remember all the times he would fuck you senselessly in the shower or sometimes when you were done with it.

You’re just so irresistible. You get him so horny for no reason at all. It’s your fault and now you’re going to have to help him out.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” You finally say something to him, even though you’re screaming at him like a maniac, he doesn’t mind.

“I can’t help it baby you know I love you and I can’t live without you-and I’m so horny right now.” He licks his lips again, getting up from your bed to walk towards you.

He needs to touch you right now.

“I told you you couldn’t break up with me but you thought you could.. so I just wanted to give you a little break, but I think it has lasted enough now I need you back.” He groans. You smell so good even his muscles are pulsing.

His eyes are you like a predator and You should know that you cannot escape.

He is way too strong for you.

“Come on now- look at me? I’m so fucking hard because I was thinking about you- and look at you.. fuck…” he breathes out, taking you by your waist.. but then he gets another idea.

So instead of holding you, he drops to his knees.

This is gonna get you so weak for him.

“Let me eat your pussy. Missed it so much.” He looks into your eyes when he grabs your legs. You barely manage to hold onto your towel, which was about to fall. And something switches in your eyes.

You have missed him too.

He smiles. “I bet you missed me too. Fuck- baby let me have a taste please- I’m doing this to make it up to you. I know I pissed you off, so let me make it up.” He breathes, slowly, removing the towel and he starts to tease you by rubbing his hands over to your clit.

You whimper, you’ve always been so weak for him.

He knows you need him-equally as bad as he needs you. And he’s going to make you realize it tonight. He leans his face closer to your cunt, and you grab his wide shoulders for support.

“Oh look at you baby- you’ve already started to get wet.” He coos, pressing a kiss to your thigh, and then his kisses get closer to your heat, “f-fuck. You’re so fucking bad for this.” You moan out. He knows that you’re trying to reject him still even though he knows what your heart and body really want.

Him.

“I know yn.. but fuck- you’re my bad habit.” He replies before he takes one of his fingers out of your pussy and he smashes his mouth into it- his tongue starting to eat you out.

“Nghhh fuck.” You moan as he starts to tease you again with his teeth- he’s so messy right now, all sloppy as he pushes his tongue in deeper and deeper.

That’s how you like it.

His mind is in a frenzy because the noises you’re making are purely sinful- your towel gals to the ground and your back arches.

He won’t let you fall.

He will make you cum in his tongue.

“Ugh fuck..” he groans as he eagerly laps at your juices, you’re giving him so much.

And he knows you’re already going to cum.

“A-Agh fuck don’t stop- don’t fuckin stop.” You command him and grab on his locks- that arouses him anymore- you taste so fuckin good.

He can kill anyone for you.

“O-Oh fuck- baby cum on my tongue- you can do it.” He praises you- his hands on your ass as he squeezes it, you pull on his hair.

His teeth graze your clit.

“Should I fuckin bite? Since you’re so *pants* fuckin mean to me? Nah.. I love you..” he barely manages to speak because you’re suffocating him and you’re going to cum.

“You can *pants* only cum if you come back to *pants* m-me.”

BNHA- hawks, aizawa, bakugo, deku

JJK- gojo, geto, toji, sukuna

[scap34]

No one touches what’s yours ♡

sub! sugar baby! Toji x sadistic! rich! dom! younger! male! reader

warnings: cussing, mild daddy kink, oral sex, dirty talk, degradation, implied sex, mild manipulation, mention of murder

Another shitty gala. What was this one for? A charity? Who even cared? If half the money wasted on flaunting wealth actually went to the cause, he was pretty sure there wouldn’t even be a need for charity anymore.

Instead, it was just another popularity contest. And lucky him, you happened to be the star of the show—the hot, rich jock everyone loved to worship.

What did that make him? Your cheerleader? 

Toji scowled as he downed the wine in his glass. Expensive, yet it tasted like shit. He’d already had three in the last half hour, and the buzz was barely there—a waste of both time and money.

But that wasn’t what bothered him. It was all the eyes on you. The overly flattering tone, and greedy eyes people looked at you with. His fingers itched for his blade. To paint the shiny white floor red with their blood. 

You were his. So why the hell were people so fucking close to you?

Then your cold gaze met his, and for a moment, that disinterested look melted into faint amusement. Without hesitation, you made your way toward him, leaving behind a trail of disappointed murmurs and bitter faces, none daring to voice their complaints aloud. 

Toji stayed rooted in place, arms crossed, waiting for you to come to him. When you finally did, he didn’t bother hiding his irritation. “Why the hell did you drag me to this?” he grumbled, his tone bordering on petulant—not that he’d ever admit it outright.

You had the audacity to chuckle, a soft, amused sound that only annoyed him more. “I didn’t.” You replied smoothly. “I told you, you wouldn't like it, but you insisted on coming anyway.”

Did he say that? Yes. 

Did he care? No.

“What was I supposed to do? Sit around at home like some miserable housewife?” He snapped back. 

You didn’t respond immediately, but the gleam in your eyes said everything. It was that look—the one you got right before one of your ideas. The kind that left him sore in all the right places and utterly, blissfully wrecked. 

Was it the housewife comment? Fuck, would you care about fucking him here? 

“Yeah, baby? Need your husband to make you happy?” you practically purred, your voice low and husky, dripping with amusement.

The tone alone had him shifting in place, a rush of heat racing down his body. Damn tux was too tight, but he knew better than to blame it on the suit. Knowing you, the control freak you were, you’d probably had it tailored perfectly to his measurements ages ago. Made perfectly to hug every curve of his body, all on display for your eyes.

Getting a fucking boner right now would like public exposure. 

You must have been rubbing off on him, cause the thought only served to make him more aroused.

“Y/N! What a delight to see you here!”

Your eyes shifted lazily from Toji to the man approaching, your expression unreadable. He was in his late forties, with hair that was clearly dyed to hide the gray creeping in—an attempt to cling to his youth. Everything about him screamed smug, from his tailored suit to the self-assured smirk plastered across his face.

The man practically radiated envy as he took you in. Of course he did. You were everything he wasn’t—young, rich, and devastatingly handsome. Flawless in a way that made people resent you the moment you walked into a room. And you were all his. 

“I wasn’t planning on coming,” he said, voice dripping with fake humility, “but luckily, I managed to find a spot in my schedule. I’m sure you didn’t have that problem. After all, you always attend these things, don’t you?”

He spoke loud enough for others nearby to hear, as if trying to gain some kind of upper hand in the conversation. 

You didn’t look fazed by it. The coldness in your eyes was sharp, daunting even as your lips curled into a fake, practiced smile.

“Isn’t it customary for the host to attend their own gala?” Your words were curt and polite to the point of biting cold. Throwing his words right back at him with chilling precision. 

Toji could almost hear the man’s teeth grind together in outrage at being one upped in the rich people dick measuring contest. Not that you were playing along. You didn’t need to. He could attest to how big your dick was. 

He let out a huff of laughter. The man’s eyes landed on him. The annoyance in his eyes shifted to interest as he took in Toji’s body. The tux, obviously not doing anything to hide his body. 

If this had happened anywhere else, he would’ve beaten the shit out of him. But this was your fancy gala, surrounded by those rich assholes who eyed your wealth like pesky flies. He wasn’t stupid enough to mess up your business. You’d be pissed at him, and not in a good way.

“And who is this? Your date?” The man’s slimy gazed trailed down his body. Toji had to resist the urge to shove a wine glass into his throat. 

“Yes. This is Toji.” You replied seemingly unbothered but he could see the way annoyance crept into your eyes. The way you shifted slightly closer to him. You didn’t bother introducing the man to him like you couldn’t bother with it. 

Toji bit down on his tongue, fighting the smug smile that threatened to tug at his lips. The man wasn’t important? Good, he didn’t want to play nice anyway. Toji’s eyes didn’t leave you. 

Fuck. He didn’t think you could get hotter. But you were hell bent on proving him wrong weren’t you? 

The confident, uninterested attitude of your that pissed everyone off was such a fucking turn on. Why the hell were you so hot? 

Your eyes met Toji’s heated look. Your eyes rovered down his body, sending pleasant shivers down his spine. “My sugar baby.” You added on as an afterthought. 

He hated you. You knew exactly what you were doing to him. That confident smug gleam in your eyes. You sipped your wine with a smug smile. 

Damn you. You had fucked him before coming here. So why was he getting horny again? He got less boners as a teenager during puberty. 

“Then do you mind if I have a taste? What’s a bit of sharing between business partners?” The man’s slimy voice cut between the tension. 

Your smile disappeared in a flash. Before he could react, you had an arm around his waist. A possessive hand pulling him to you. Half his body pressed against your warmth.

“He’s not a toy.” You half snarled the polite facade in your face slipping. Your arm wrapped around Toji’s waist, a possessive gesture. 

Toji’s mind short circuited at the firm possessive touch. All he could hear was his heart thumping in his chest, and feel your firm muscles against his. Your fingers felt like a brand, marking him, claiming him as yours. 

He knew he was yours. But this just cemented it. It wasn’t something that had been there but never acknowledged anymore. It was real. He was yours. And you were his. 

He barely remembered anything past the man paleing at the thunderous look on your face. Stuttering half apologies even as his face burned with embarrassment and anger. Leaving as soon as possible. 

Toji didn’t give a fuck about him anymore. 

The innocent touch of your hand on his waist, made heat pool in his stomach. Your gesture was possessive, and demanding. He loved it. 

Despite the fact that he could have easily defended himself, or even killed that scumbag, this was better. You defending him with possessive anger burning in your eyes. A scowl on your lips as you protect him. This was so much better. 

He didn’t even notice when you led him out the hall. Only when your eyes met his, did he kiss you. Pushing you up against the wall, body grinding against yours. 

His lips pressed against yours, hungry for more. You easily took back control, after your initial surprise. Kissing back ruthlessly, plundering Toji’s mouth. Fucking his mouth with your tongue. 

He pulled away panting softly, and leaned his body against yours. The hard line of his erection pressing against your thighs. He resisted the urge to grind against you. 

You recovered quickly, a sadistic smile spreading on your lips. “Hard from a kiss, baby?” You cooed, your hand moving to cup his clothed cock. Your thumb flicked the head of his cock. The movement had him moaning, expensive fabric rubbing against his sensitive head in delicious ecstasy 

“It’s your fault.” He whined, shifting his body to hump your thigh, more dog in heat than an experienced killer. Need burned in his body like a drug. He wanted you. Wanted your cock in his hole, taking what was yours. Making him yours inside and out. 

“What a needy slut.” Your eyes were dark, all consuming. He wanted you so fucking bad. He humped against your thigh, pants falling for his kiss swollen lips. “Need to be fucked that bad?”

“Yes,” he practically whined. The thought of your cock had him salivating. His hips rolling against yours. You didn’t even look bothered, the dark look in your eyes only gave it away. 

“My needy cock whore,” you cooed lowly, your tone anything but sweet. “Don’t worry, daddy will fuck you good.” The nickname and the way your fingers squeezed his ass, had him melting into your arms like putty. 

“Mhmm yes please.”

…

“Who was that guy anyway?” He asked suddenly, a few days after the gala. You looked over at him, your fingers paused typing. All your attention on him, he almost wanted to change the topic, just so your focus stayed on him.  

A live horse race played on the tv. Like a typical day, you spent your time working near him, like the possessive asshole you were.

“What guy?” 

“That asshole who tried to hit on me.” He said vaguely unsure how to describe him. All he could remember was getting fucking into the sheets. Your voice muttering praises into his ear each time you started a new round. 

“Him? Don’t worry about it. I got rid of him.” You said turning back to typing on your computer. He blinked at you incedulously. That was it?

You got rid of him? 

“What,” his throat felt dry, he licked his lips. “Did you do?” He didn’t even know what he was expecting to hear. 

You didn’t even look away from your laptop to answer. “Exposed a few scandals and destroyed his company. His reputation and business are gone now.” You retorted coldly, working on your laptop.

He blinked at you, dazed, bewildered by your words. He knew you were cruel. The words tycoon most commonly used with you. You had to be cruel to make it to the top at such a young age. He knew that too. But it felt different experiencing it firsthand. You’d destroyed someone’s business and reputation for him.

He didn’t want to bring up that he could take care of himself. That he was the sorcerer killer. A weak human was nothing to him. He’d been taunted all his life for being the black sheep of the Zen’in family. For running away. For all the money he lost gambling. 

But you were different. You were a bastard. He knew that. You’d humiliate him. Push his body to the limit. But you’d also caress his cheeks and praise him. He was yours and you found nothing wrong with him. You were an oddity he didn’t mind.

He tugged your computer away from you. You let him, looking a bit bemused. He gently placed it on the table and straddled your thighs, his knees on either side of you.

His hard cock pressed against yours. You looked up at him with a raised brow. Your hands wrapped around his waist, rubbing circles. He grinded down on your cock, making your breath hitch, eyes darkening with lust. 

“Toji? What are you doing?” You asked huskily. Your hands encouraged his hips as he grinded down. Your cock rapidly growing harder. 

“Nothing,” he replied mischievously. His hands ran up his thigh, and disappeared under his shirt. Under your hungry gaze he played with his chest. Moaning when he pinched his dusty pink nipple, the pain mixed with pleasure.

“Yeah? How about I give you something to do then baby?” you muttered huskily. Your hands held his hips as you smirked. “Why don’t you suck my cock, baby?” 

His grinding nearly stopped if it wasn’t for your hands moving his hips, in slow circles. His cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment. 

Suck your dick? He’d never done that before. But he couldn't help but want it. The idea made him harder. 

You could see his reluctance and palmed his clothed cock. “Be a good boy, Toji and suck me off.” He flushed darker, at your blunt words. His cock strained against his flimy pants, pre-cum smeared onto it. 

He nodded weakly. There wasn’t any chance he’d refuse anyway. He was weak for you.

…

“I can’t,” he sobbed, around your cock. The sound sent bolts of pleasure. Red marks on your thighs, where your baby dug his fingers in too hard. The pain barely registered to you. Not when the pleasure was so strong. 

You held back a smirk and frowned. “Already baby? I haven’t even cum yet.” Toji let out another frustrated sob. The sound reverberated through you making you bite back a groan.

“Please please ple’se can’t,” he begged, rubbing his cheek against your cock like a puppy. Like it would make you give in. You wouldn’t say it’s Toji’s fault for not making you cum. That was all you. Making him take a dildo as he sucked you off. You conveniently forget to tell it was also a vibrator. He’d came immediately when the vibrations started. And again when you increased it. 

The view didn’t help you. Fat pecs bouncing with each movement, trembling thighs parted lewdly, showing off his useless cock. His own cum staining his thighs messily. You had half a mind to turn him around so you can see the way his hole took the toy. 

But then you’d miss the dumb slutty look on his face. The fucked dumb look on your baby’s face. Cheeks flushed red, tears clinging to his lashes too stubborn to fall, lips bitten red and swollen, expression scrunched in pleasure and overstimulation. 

His pretty lips stretched obscenely around your cock. Messily sucking your dick, licking it like a pathetic kitten. The sight of his face could make you cum but you were holding out. After all, you had a goal in mind. 

“Come on Toji. You’re really going to leave me hanging?” You usually never called him by his name during sex. Your baby caught on. His hands clenched tighter and he tried to please you. Messy and sloppy. You loved it. 

“Ple’se t’rn it off,” he pleaded looking at you with desperate tear filled eyes. It just made you want to shove your cock back into his mouth and fuck his throat till his voice was hoarse. 

“Make me cum first, baby.” You replied like that other times he asked. He let out a choked sob, body trembling when you turned up the vibrations. Desperate and wreaked was the best look on your baby. 

“That needy, baby?” You can see the conflict in his eyes, all his previous confidence thrown out. Only a hazy of need and wanting to please in his eyes. He nodded lips around the head of your cock. 

“I’m going to fuck your throat then baby. Can you take it for me like a good slut?” He shivered from your words and nodded quickly. Opening his mouth obediently. 

You smirked. “Use your words baby.” He flashed a pretty red. 

“Ple’se, fuck my throat,” he pleaded weakly voice a bit hoarse. 

“As you wish, baby.” You smirked, your hands holding his hair a bit roughly. He barely winched, his cock twitching with interest. 

You had to hold back a grin as you pressed your cock into your baby’s mouth. He didn’t even gag. The perfect cock slut. You let out a groan and started to face fuck him. 

Toji barely protested, his moans sending heat pooling. Within minutes you finished onto your baby’s tongue. Toji obediently swallowed it. Hazy adoring eyes meeting yours, begging for praise. 

You chuckled and wiped your cum off his lips. “Good boy.” Your perfect baby. 

[reasonsforhope]

Masterpost: Reasons I firmly believe we will beat climate change

Posts are in reverse chronological order (by post date, not article date), mostly taken from my "climate change" tag, which I went through all the way back to the literal beginning of my blog. Will update periodically.

Especially big deal articles/posts are in bold.

Big picture:

Mature trees offer hope in world of rising emissions (x)

Spying from space: How satellites can help identify and rein in a potent climate pollutant (x)

Good news: Tiny urban green spaces can cool cities and save lives (x)

Conservation and economic development go hand in hand, more often than expected (x)

The exponential growth of solar power will change the world (x)

Sun Machines: Solar, an energy that gets cheaper and cheaper, is going to be huge (x)

Wealthy nations finally deliver promised climate aid, as calls for more equitable funding for poor countries grow (x)

For Earth Day 2024, experts are spreading optimism – not doom. Here's why. (x)

Opinion: I’m a Climate Scientist. I’m Not Screaming Into the Void Anymore. (x)

The World’s Forests Are Doing Much Better Than We Think (x)

‘Staggering’ green growth gives hope for 1.5C, says global energy chief (x)

Beyond Catastrophe: A New Climate Reality Is Coming Into View (x)

Young Forests Capture Carbon Quicker than Previously Thought (x)

Yes, climate change can be beaten by 2050. Here's how. (x)

Soil improvements could keep planet within 1.5C heating target, research shows (x)

The global treaty to save the ozone layer has also slowed Arctic ice melt (x)

The doomers are wrong about humanity’s future — and its past (x)

Scientists Find Methane is Actually Offsetting 30% of its Own Heating Effect on Planet (x)

Are debt-for-climate swaps finally taking off? (x)

High seas treaty: historic deal to protect international waters finally reached at UN (x)

How Could Positive ‘Tipping Points’ Accelerate Climate Action? (x)

Specific examples:

Environmental Campaigners Celebrate As Labour Ends Tory Ban On New Onshore Wind Projects (x)

Private firms are driving a revolution in solar power in Africa (x)

How the small Pacific island nation of Vanuatu drastically cut plastic pollution (x)

Rewilding sites have seen 400% increase in jobs since 2008, research finds [Scotland] (x)

The American Climate Corps take flight, with most jobs based in the West (x)

Waste Heat Generated from Electronics to Warm Finnish City in Winter Thanks to Groundbreaking Thermal Energy Project (x)

Climate protection is now a human right — and lawsuits will follow [European Union] (x)

A new EU ecocide law ‘marks the end of impunity for environmental criminals’ (x)

Solar hits a renewable energy milestone not seen since WWII [United States] (x)

These are the climate grannies. They’ll do whatever it takes to protect their grandchildren. [United States and Native American Nations] (x)

Century of Tree Planting Stalls the Warming Effects in the Eastern United States, Says Study (x)

Chart: Wind and solar are closing in on fossil fuels in the EU (x)

UK use of gas and coal for electricity at lowest since 1957, figures show (x)

Countries That Generate 100% Renewable Energy Electricity (x)

Indigenous advocacy leads to largest dam removal project in US history [United States and Native American Nations] (x)

India’s clean energy transition is rapidly underway, benefiting the entire world (x)

China is set to shatter its wind and solar target five years early, new report finds (x)

‘Game changing’: spate of US lawsuits calls big oil to account for climate crisis (x)

Largest-ever data set collection shows how coral reefs can survive climate change (x)

The Biggest Climate Bill of Your Life - But What Does It DO? [United States] (x)

Good Climate News: Headline Roundup April 1st through April 15th, 2023 (x)

How agroforestry can restore degraded lands and provide income in the Amazon (x) [Brazil]

Loss of Climate-Crucial Mangrove Forests Has Slowed to Near-Negligable Amount Worldwide, Report Hails (x)

Agroecology schools help communities restore degraded land in Guatemala (x)

Climate adaptation:

Solar-powered generators pull clean drinking water 'from thin air,' aiding communities in need: 'It transforms lives' (x)

‘Sponge’ Cities Combat Urban Flooding by Letting Nature Do the Work [China] (x)

Indian Engineers Tackle Water Shortages with Star Wars Tech in Kerala (x)

A green roof or rooftop solar? You can combine them in a biosolar roof — boosting both biodiversity and power output (x)

Global death tolls from natural disasters have actually plummeted over the last century (x)

Los Angeles Just Proved How Spongy a City Can Be (x)

This city turns sewage into drinking water in 24 hours. The concept is catching on [Namibia] (x)

Plants teach their offspring how to adapt to climate change, scientists find (x)

Resurrecting Climate-Resilient Rice in India (x)

Edit 1/12/25: Yes, I know a bunch of the links disappeared. I'll try to fix that when I get the chance. In the meantime, read all the other stuff!!

Other Masterposts:

Going carbon negative and how we're going to fix global heating (x)