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EPIC the musical but it’s zelink (lyrics from the song “Suffering”)
#zelda#legend of zelda#loz#hyrule warriors#fanart#zelink#epic the musical#epic the thunder saga#I’m so obsessed with the song Suffering
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Me obsessing over a specific oc directly correlates to if they have songs/how often I listen to those songs
#random post#hey pea why did u obsess over August so hard? oh idk. maybe it’s the 30 voiceclaim songs I listen to on repeat#15 Goose songs! and like 9 Blondee songs. but boy howdy is that shit on repeat for HOURS#ALSO note. I also think about ocs when a song is even just. vaguely associated with em!! Sébastien songs and Pierre and Adalene songs all#get me in a séb mood cus. French lol#I have songs for Dahlia but I never LISTEN to them and thus!! I never draw her!!!#all 21 of Shirley’s songs are banger and I actually get too fucking transfixed on listening that I end up not drawin anything#Hallow and Ero songs are probably my favorite tho. I’ll listen to em even when I’m not drawin em hahshagaggga#if someone doesn’t have enough songs sometimes I’ll play songs adjacent to em#oh how I wish to inflict my disease on y’all. my creative disease <3#suffer with me <3 share visions <3
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˚₊‧꒰ა ☆‧₊˚ Astrology observations pt. VI˚₊☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊
✮ As always, take what resonates and leave the rest. xo
✮ Women with Venus in Leo want the red carpet rolled out for them in love. Give me the princess treatment, fly me to Paris, check us in at the Ritz, buy me designer, show me off. Men with Venus in Leo are pulling all the stops in love. They’re the ones splashing out, being extremely chivalrous. I know a guy with this placement and he’s usually super stingy but when his girlfriend is involved he makes sure she is treaaaateedd.
✮ I once read somewhere that mercury retrograde natives get really annoyed and frustrated when technological errors happen, when the WiFi is loading slow, when they don’t understand how something works on a computer etc. And idk about you guys but as a native myself, I can definitely relate lol!
✮ Speaking of mercury retrograde, I often find that when two natives meet each other, they either understand each other on a whole different level or they c o m p l e t e l y misunderstand each other and butt heads constantly and just generally get on each other’s nerves.
✮ 10h moons and being great musicians. I’ve noticed that a lot of musicians, especially ones that write their own songs have this placement and I think it’s because they’re so good at laying out the details of their lives in their songs and their emotions are a key component in the success of their career.
✮ *sigh* this is one I’m so tired of hearing. Capricorn isn’t just about being obsessed with money, materialism and capitalism. It’s about success, improvement, and mastery. Now I can see the overlap between the two ideas and the significations are definitely there for a reason. In our culture, the sign of success is having the money and the career, the house, so yes those things are likely to be attractive to a Capricorn. However it could just be about being successful and improving in any area of your life not just money and career.
✮ 6h stellium and/or moon might suffer from major health anxiety or intrusive thoughts, even OCD in extreme cases.
✮ Chiron 9h/sagittarius You might feel completely lost in life and like nothing has any meaning. You might have a confusing relationship with religion or be into nihilistic philosophies. Travelling and exploring the world can offer you a sense of purpose and meaning.
✮ Neptune aspects to personal planets can make a person feel very in tune with the psychic world and the energy of the collective unconscious. They might easily pick up on energetic shifts on a societal scale. The type of aspect will show how the native feels about this, what they choose to do with this ability and if it is a hindrance or help to them.
✮ Uranus aspects to personal planets can make the native very susceptible to understanding trends and behaviours in society. They may have a sixth sense predicting trends and people’s behaviours before they happen. I think this is especially prominent for those gen z that have Uranus in Pisces. Uranus aspects to personal planets can also make the native very ahead of their time, and they may propose extremely controversial or shocking ideas and observations that later turn out to be astute and extremely popular. With hard aspects, the native can struggle to harness this power for good and may rub people up the wrong way or even disgust them with their outlandish ideas. With more benefic aspects, the native can be seen as a visionary, someone to be revered and followed.
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don’t smile | franco colapinto
pairing: engineer!reader x franco colapinto
summary: after franco signs with williams to finish the 2024 season, your relationship takes a punch
fc: different girls from pinterest
a/n: as you can tell, i just love a good star-cross lovers trope
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francolapinto i’ve had the happiest two years next to you amor, happy anniversary ❤️
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francolapinto i love you more, i’m the happiest man ever ❤️

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username so don’t smile type of short n’ sweet okay i see 😔
username noooo they unfollowed each other it’s over 😭
username why do hot people have to suffer
username no but don’t smile is a crazy song to relate to
username how awkward is it going to be working at the same place 😬
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bffusername lucky for you i’m also in my short n’ sweet era
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#franco colapinto#franco colapinto x reader#franco colapinto one shot#franco colapinto imagine#franco colapinto fluff#f1 x reader#f1#formula one#formula one x reader#franco colapinto x y/n#franco colapinto x you#franco colapinto fanfic#fc43#smau#franco colapinto smau#f1 smau#formula 1 smau#social media au#sabrina carpenter
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If words of reassurance alone can’t cure your boyfriend’s jealousy, maybe throwing in a makeout session can help.
solivan brugmansia x gn!reader | MDNI, 1.5k wc, kissing, jealousy, brief mention of him kissing reader while they're drugged so non-consensual touching, mentions of masturbation, he ends up cumming in his pants, let there be no typos
note: hi so i’m kind of obsessed with him </3 comments and reblogs are always appreciated! title is from the song ‘snakelike (the stars collide)’
masterlist read on ao3 requests open
“You’ve been quieter than usual.”
No response. You knew your boyfriend wasn’t rowdy, but the walk to your house after leaving campus was always filled with enjoyable chit chats at the very least. Tugging on his sleeve, your feet came to a pause as you turned to him.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, please?”
God knew he couldn’t deny his sweetheart’s plea, not in a million years.
“Ichabod.” Okay, so there was some venom in his voice. Just a little. He had to hold back from not seething the name out like it was a slur.
You knew they didn’t exactly get along. Crowe was friendly towards everyone, but Sol seemed reluctant to be polite to him. Every time they were in the same space, you kinda wanted to die to avoid the awkwardness of the tension.
“Crowe? What about him?”
“He obviously likes you.” And he knew you liked him back at one point, he’d been watching you for a long time. And though you've been a couple for three weeks now, the uncertainty of it all still hadn’t left.
He trusted you. Your best friend on the other hand…well, not so much. If only you knew how extreme his jealousy could be—you were lucky Crowe wasn’t six feet under already. It would only take one mistake for you to be attending a funeral. It’s fine, he’d be there to console you. Nonono, bad Sol, don’t even think about it.
“What?! No he doesn’t!” Maybe you shouldn’t be raising your voice, he seemed upset enough as is. You sighed, muttering an apology before continuing. “We’ve been friends for years, I seriously don’t think he sees me like that. And even if he did…you’re my boyfriend. So he’d just have to deal with it, I guess.”
Oh. He liked that answer. Ichabod suffering emotionally because his dream lover was out of reach? It was a wet dream come true.
Taking a peek at him, you noticed the upturn of his lips. “That certainly made you cheer up.”
“You always make me happy, pumpkin. I just don’t like him.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t.”
“That’s not a good reason. He’s my friend and he’s important to me, so can you at least try to act civil around him? He always tries to talk to you and you just…glare at him.”
Now he was a little scared. Biting down on his lip, he mulled over your request. The last thing he wanted was for you to break up with him after he had finally won you over against all odds. “Fine, I’ll try.”
“Thank you,” you held onto his hand and gave it a squeeze, one that he returned as you both started walking again.
Three blocks and a flight of stairs later, the comfort of your apartment lured you both to the couch, backpacks discarded onto the floor without care. He sat right next to you, and you curled up against him, pulling your phone out your pocket.
“We always come to my house, I wanna see what yours looks like too.”
“I like your house more but…sure, just let me know what day.” Yeah, so he had time to hide everything he’d stolen from you.
Ding.
His eyes flicked to the notification with a certain someone’s profile picture. His expression soured, and he looked away with a petulant huff. Clearly, he wasn’t over it. Not that he’d ever be, but you thought it was just a phase that would go away with some reassurance. How naive of you.
“Sol…”
He wasn’t budging, nose in the air as he waited for you to read the message. Or well, that’s what he was expecting anyway.
“You’re so stubborn.” With a sigh, you toss your phone aside and instead move to straddle his lap to get his attention.
His shoulders stiffened immediately, and a certain area under his pants sprung to life like clockwork. He gulped, the tips of his ears turning red. He loved being under you, but that usually only happened in his fantasies late at night when he stroked himself with your undergarments.
“What am I gonna do with you?” Cupping his face with one hand, you let your thumb glide over his bottom lip. “I can’t have you getting jealous every other minute.”
“I can’t help it.” He murmured, arms finally relaxing and wrapping around your waist to tug you closer. Having you close wasn’t anything new, he was clingy to the core. It always felt different when you initiated it, though.
“I know…I just don’t want you feeling bad or insecure. I like you, I want to be with you.”
He grinned. “You promise?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
Godyou’resosweetandbeautifulandfuckIwantyoutofuckme. From 0 to 100. His mind was already running rampant. You were sitting on him so prettily, how did he get this lucky? His eyes were drawn to your lips, his stomach felt warm now.
“Tell me I’m yours and that you’re mine.”
You really shouldn’t encourage his possessive behavior, but it was kinda…hot? You’d play along.
You leaned down, lips nearly brushing against his. “You’re mine, and I’m yours.”
His dick twitched. Before he had the chance to sigh dreamily, you kissed him. He whimpered pitifully and kissed back, already attempting to deepen it.
He had thought about getting a tongue piercing, but he wouldn’t be able to go weeks without kissing you now that he’d gotten a taste of what it was like. Though, maybe that torture would be worth it if it meant being able to make you feel good in the future.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Then, a bombardment of kisses a day must keep the psychologist away, it felt like all your problems had been washed away the minute your tongue met his.
His hands roamed your sides, squeezing whenever you tugged on his hair or bit down on his lip. In only five minutes, it went from slow and sensual to fast and needy.
Your living room was only ever filled with TV noises and conversations. Now, it was nothing but heavy breathing, shaky whines, and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other.
And shit—no, no, no—he was close to making a mess in his pants. “Waitwaitwait, slow down,” he pleaded, voice a pitch higher as he held onto your hips. How embarrassing would it be if he came so quickly from simply kissing? Maybe you’d think he’d only last two fucking seconds in bed (he probably would the first time, and he knew that).
“What’s wrong?” You ask breathlessly, eyes fluttering open to look at your boyfriend.
“Nothing, just…” He sat up straighter so he could dip his head down and press his lips against your neck. It felt infinitely better than doing so when you were limp like a ragdoll.
“Oh,” your eyes rolled back, your hand instinctively went to the back of his head to keep him in place. His cool piercings sent a shiver down your hot skin. Maybe if your mind wasn’t so busy spinning and seeing stars, you’d notice the ever so prominent bulge begging for attention against the side of your inner thigh.
“Does this feel good?” He asked before starting to gently suck on you. If he was lucky, he’d mark you up. For once, he was eager to see Crowe tomorrow. He’d be sure to wrap his arm around your shoulder and then lean down to press a kiss against the hickey you’d have after all this just to spite him.
“Uh huh…” Your sweet moans fanned against his ear.
He thought this would save him from cumming, but your reactions were just making it worse. There was no way out of it. His stomach was tensing, and his eyes were getting teary—this always happened. “Haa….haaa…”
For someone who usually had little to say, he was so loud. But you didn’t know what was happening in his body, not until it was too late.
“Oh fuck…” His forehead rested against your shoulder as his body shook, black nails digging into you like he needed you close to handle the waves of pleasure. Luckily for him, his words were unintelligible because of how fast he gritted it out. “Iloveyouiloveyoufuckiloveyou.”
You snapped out of your pleasure-induced dazed, hearing him pant heavily and slump against you. You stayed frozen, and moments later, he tipped his head back instead to get air.
“Did you just…”
Pressing your hands against his chest, you leaned back to get a better look. He did. Fuck he was pretty. Cheeks flushed. Lips swollen. Drool trickling down his chin. Brows furrowed. Eyelashes wet from tears.
You’d never been more turned on in your life. You hadn’t even touched him down there!
He opened his eyes, hiding his face with his shaky hand the second he saw you. “Fuck…I didn’t mean to. I was trying not to.”
You took his hand to pull it away, smiling at him. Geez, it was like you were proud of yourself, and he found it endearing rather than annoying.
“Um…I don’t think I have any spare pants for you. Or uh, you know.”
“…”
“I’ll get you a glass of water.”
“No, don’t leave yet.”
“I’m not leaving! The kitchen is literally right there.”
“Stay here.” He held you close, burying his head against your shoulder again and letting his temperature return to normal.
“Fine…”
#solivan brugmansia x reader#solivan brugmansia x you#solivan brugmansia#the kid at the back#tkatb#sol brugmansia
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Old, In Love, and Annoying // Leah Williamson
a/n : so sorry i haven’t been consistent with my posting, life’s stressful at the moment, but here’s a cute fic i whipped up.
warnings : pregnant!r, one sexual joke i think
“I’m literally trying to cook,” you muttered, nudging her with your elbow.
“And I’m literally trying to love you,” Leah replied, resting her chin on your shoulder. “Dunno why you’re being so difficult.”
“You’re being clingy,” you said, though you didn’t actually try to move away.
“Babe, I have to be clingy,” Leah said, her hands rubbing over your belly. “Our baby’s in here, and they need to know I’m their favorite already.”
“Oh yeah?” you snorted. “Natalie’s gonna be fuming if this one comes out preferring you. She’s already convinced you’re corrupting them from the womb.”
“Sounds like a her problem,” Leah said smugly, pressing a kiss to your neck.
Before you could reply, your teenage daughter’s voice rang out from the other room.
“Mum! Mummy! Can you please stop being gross in the kitchen?”
Leah smirked against your skin. “She’s jealous.”
You rolled your eyes and shouted back, “We are cooking! Not being gross!”
“You would never let me hug you while you’re cooking,” Natalie shot back.
“She’s got a point,” Leah teased.
You turned your head slightly, arching a brow. “Oh, do you want me to start holding you hostage while you try to make dinner? See how fun it is?”
“I wouldn’t complain,” Leah grinned, kissing your shoulder.
Before you could reply, there was a knock at the door.
“That’ll be Beth and Viv,” Natalie said, clearly grateful for the interruption.
Leah finally pulled away (with a dramatic sigh, of course) to let Natalie open the door while you focused back on the food. A few seconds later, you heard Beth’s voice.
“Bloody hell, it still stinks of romance in here.”
“I told you, mate,” Viv chimed in, shaking her head as they walked in. “They get worse every time.”
“Oi!” you said, turning to glare at them as they entered the kitchen. “You come into my house, insult my marriage, and expect to be fed?”
“Yes,” Beth said immediately, grinning.
Leah was already reaching into the fridge for drinks. “Well, you’ll just have to suffer through the romance first.”
Natalie groaned loudly. “This is literally my worst nightmare.”
Beth laughed, ruffling her hair. “Don’t worry, Nat. One day, they’ll be too old to keep up all this PDA.”
“You’d think that,” Natalie grumbled, “but somehow, they just keep getting worse.”
“Because we’re still madly in love,” you said sweetly, turning to Leah and fluttering your eyelashes. “Aren’t we, baby?”
Leah smirked, stepping closer and resting a hand on your bump. “Oh, absolutely. More in love than ever.”
Natalie gagged.
Viv shook her head in mock disappointment. “You two were reckless at 23, and you’re reckless now.”
Beth nodded. “Having two kids? At your age? Couldn’t be me.”
Leah gasped dramatically. “Are you calling us old?”
“You are old,” Natalie mumbled, sitting down at the table.
“I think you mean seasoned,” you corrected, pointing a spoon at her.
Beth grinned. “You did have Nat young, though. No wonder you’re still obsessed with each other.”
“It’s called commitment, ladies,” Leah said smugly. “Try and keep up.”
Viv raised an eyebrow. “You got her pregnant again. That’s not commitment, mate. That’s madness.”
Leah grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Madly in love, madly in love,” she sing-songed.
You beamed up at her, smitten as ever. “Aw, baby, you’re so sweet.”
Beth gagged. “I hate it here.”
Natalie groaned. “Same.”
Viv just shook her head. “You two are gonna be eighty and still making everyone sick with your love, aren’t you?”
“Oh, absolutely,” you said, laughing. “Gonna be snogging in our rocking chairs.”
Natalie put her head in her hands. “Please stop talking.”
Leah smirked, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “She’s just mad ‘cause she knows we’re still gonna be shagging.”
Natalie screamed.
Beth and Viv burst into laughter as Natalie jumped up from the table.
“I’m leaving,” she declared. “I’m running away.”
Leah grinned. “Need help packing?”
“You’re a monster,” Natalie muttered before storming upstairs.
Beth wiped a tear from her eye. “I’m so glad we came over.”
Viv nodded. “Highlight of my week, honestly.”
You laughed, shaking your head before reaching up to kiss Leah’s cheek. “Well, babe, at least we’re still fun, right?”
Leah smirked. “Oh, always.”
Beth groaned. “You’re disgusting.”
Viv raised her glass. “To disgusting, sickly love.”
Leah winked at you. “Forever, baby.”
And despite all the teasing, despite all the groans from your daughter, you knew without a doubt—this was the happiest life you could have ever asked for.
#woso#leah williamson#leah williamson x reader#woso imagine#leah williamson imagines#leah williamson x you#leah williamson one shot#leah williamson fluff
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Touch ↬ Caleb
Summary: You have been dating Caleb for quite a while now and you’ve had enough of him not touching you with his metal arm, so you give some not-so-gentle encouragement
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Triggers: smutty smut and the usual language you can always expect from me
Author Note: Meowdy .₊̣̇.ಇ/ᐠˬ ͜ ˬ ᐟ\∫.₊̣̇. Hope you’re all doing well! I finished the new stories for Love and Deepspace last night and now I’ve got Caleb brainrot, so you must suffer with me I’m afraid. This hasn’t been checked so apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes. I’d appreciate any feedback!
You were an open book to Caleb and had been for years.
Every twitch in your lips was a poem to him, every laugh his new favourite song, every tear a sonnet that pressed more weight on his soul than his evol ever could.
He’d do anything for you. No, the man was determined, he would do everything for you. Everything, it seemed, but touch you with his metal arm. There would be accidental grazes here and there, but he made a vow to himself the first night he held you after returning, that he wouldn’t let his darkness touch you.
That arm was the physical manifestation of everything wrong with him. Even though it had been years and he’d learnt how to make use of the mechanism, learnt how to make it one of his greatest weapons in battle, that’s all it could ever be to him. He wouldn’t put a knife against your throat, so he wouldn’t dare even try to hold your hand with the very thing that had taken him away from you in the first place. Now you were back with him, back in his arms.
Now he was back with you, back in the light, he refused to let the shadows of his past consume anymore than they had.
Caleb thought he was pretty good at hiding things from you. He didn’t enjoy lying to you and made an avid effort to avoid creating any more after all the Farfleet drama that had originally reunited you, then torn you apart again.
This sweet man didn’t think you carried his same brand of obsession. He didn’t know that you watched him just as intensely, noting every smile, every wince, every breath.
There was a reason you two were so perfect for each other, after all.
He had no idea that you’d caught on pretty quickly to the fact that he’d constantly do things so as to avoid touching you with his right arm.
It hadn’t been obvious at first, not until you’d caught him reprogramming the faulty appendage one night. He’d been so raw that night. Maybe it was because he was so tired and recovering, but you’d seen it clear as day, the kind of look that didn’t belong on a man like Caleb, shame.
It had broken your heart all over again.
You’d done everything you could think of to wipe that look off his face that night, you’d made him hold you, you’d taken his hand, pressed a thousand kisses to each fingertip and you would have pressed a thousand more if he’d let you. But as per usual, Caleb had pushed his own feelings aside to concentrate on yours, he’d started making lightheaded jokes the second he saw tears appear in the corner of your eyes.
Though it didn't sit right with you, you let him change the subject, thinking maybe that was what he needed. But as time passed, you began to realise how big of a mistake you’d made by allowing him to shove the topic under the metaphorical rug.
To an outsider they might not notice how he favours you walking on his left side so he can hold your hand with his. If you ever stand on the right side, the most touch you’ll get from him is his arm wrapped around your shoulder. You’d barely be able to feel the weight of him, like a layer was over you, keeping him from actually touching you with his metal arm.
He’d make you sit on his left side whenever you cuddled up on the couch, or ate together at a table. As though he was trying to keep you as far away as possible.
He was sly about it, as was Caleb’s way. If you ever touched his right arm, he’d smoothly grab your hand with his left, bringing the hand to his lips and distracting you in all the ways he knew how because, as mentioned previously, the man knew every chapter in your book. Specifically the ‘how to arouse them with one look’ chapter. He’d clearly revised over that one many many times.
Last night was the final straw for you.
He’d been showering when you arrived at his home and you didn’t think twice about getting in the shower with him.
To your shock, his arm was uncovered, not hidden under fake skin so no one but you and him knew about his little secret. He had a couple of scratches over his chest so you guessed he must have gotten hurt and had to fix his arm again.
You let out a titter, hating the idea of Caleb taking care of his own wounds, sitting alone in the dark like that last time. He’d never let you do that, so it was unfair he expected you to leave him like that as well.
Feeling your heart swell, you reached out, dragging your fingers down his arm. The usual cold steel was warm beneath the stream of water from the showerhead. You heard Caleb suck in a harsh breath, one that told you he was uncomfortable, but it just pushed you more.
You pressed a lip against his metal shoulder before nuzzling at it with your cheek. Perhaps it was too much, but you wanted him to see what you really thought of this limb Caleb seemed to be too scared to touch you with. You wanted him to know you did not share that same fear, therefore he shouldn’t either.
His head turned towards you and your eyes connected, you were stunned at the emotions in his violet gaze. The pain tore at your insides and the shame gouged out your insides. He was so beautiful, so whole, but in that moment, you saw how he truly felt.
You saw the hatred. Not at you. He could never hate you. So you knew that was all aimed at himself, at the appendage you were currently hugging to your body, practically holding it hostage.
“Caleb,” you whispered, having to swallow as tidal waves of words tried to spill out. You wanted to call him stupid for thinking you could ever fear him, even just one small part of him. You wanted to tell him he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen, that he had always been the pinnacle of attractiveness for you, you’d come to this realisation as a hormonal teenager and that hadn’t changed now that you were both adults, that hadn’t changed now that one particular part of him had been replaced.
You wanted to demand he touch you back, to grip your breasts in those cold steel hands, to pull on your nipples with his fingers, to strum at your clit and play your body anyway he wanted because you trusted him, all of him.
But before any of those words could come out, Caleb had blinked away his shame. He shook his head before gently tugging at his arm. You tightened your grip on instinct.
Reaching out, he pressed his other hand against your cheek, stroking your skin with his, ever-so-brave with that touch whilst his other arm layed like dead weight in your hold. “I was just finishing up, you finish your shower and I’ll go cook us some food.”
He wasn’t even going to talk about it, was just going to move on, just acted like everything was normal.
With a press of his lips against your forehead, he pulled his arm out of your hold and exited the shower, leaving you all alone with your thoughts, with your sadness, with your rage.
Caleb always told you that were his, always made sure you knew that every part of your body belonged to him. Why was this not the same for you?
Why did he get to keep a certain part of himself away from you?
For your protection? No, that was ridiculous, you knew without a shadow of a doubt that Caleb’s arms were the safest place in the world for you.
As you finished your shower, scoffing every ten seconds at the nerve of your boyfriend, a plot began to load up inside your mind.
You’d play the dutiful girlfriend tonight, the innocent friend who didn’t push too far, who laughed and smiled, who gave and didn’t demand too much. That was clearly what Caleb needed tonight and you wouldn’t push him more than he’d already been pushed by whatever fight he’d had.
But after that, you were through with this game.
Morning light slipped through the cracks in the blind, illuminating your partner who was spread out like a starfish on the bed with you on top of him, his left arm wrapped around you, holding you to his chest like you were his favourite stuffie.
You’d woken up a few seconds ago and had just watched him, your plan that you’d prepared for the night before helping get you wide awake as the excitement began to gurgle at the bottom of your stomach.
After double checking that he was definitely asleep, you reached out towards your bedside table, sliding out the top drawer so you could reach in and retrieve the handcuffs you’d snuck in there last night when Caleb had been getting in his pajamas.
You kept your movements slow, not wanting to jar your partner awake.
Reaching out, you wrapped one of the hand cuffs around the headboard. That was step one of your plan complete.
Looking down at Caleb, a sleeping beauty in his very own right, you couldn’t help but reach out and smooth a finger between his eyebrows. Even asleep, he seemed to be worried about something.
Leaning you down, you pressed a kiss to his forehead. Then his cheek. Then his lips.
As you sprinkled these little kisses, you felt something nudge against your thigh. Step two had been achieved and it was just as easy as you’d thought it would be. Even without Caleb fully awake, you could always count on one part of hiM being wide awake for you whenever you needed it.
“What are you up to, pip-squeak?” Your boyfriend grumbled, his voice all sorts of rough from sleep that your thighs automatically pressed together in reaction. You pressed another kiss to his lips, pleased when you felt him pressed back.
Reaching down with one hand, you began to rub at his dick through his boxers. Damn, you really hadn’t been wrong about him always being wide awake for you down there at least. He was already hard, the heat melting through the fabric into your hand. It was enough to make you dizzy. Luckily, you were a trainer hunter, so even the very tempting prize between his legs wouldn’t be able to pull you away from your plan of action.
Satisfaction rolled through you as he gasped at your unsuspecting touch, his hips canting slightly, trying to force more pressure from your hand onto him.
“I just wanted to wish you a good morning,” you whispered as you moved your lips over to his ear, letting your tongue trace his jawline before tugging gently on his earlobe with your teeth. All the while you slipped your hands under his boxers, touching flesh to flesh, which had him letting out the dirtiest moan.
You almost moaned back yourself. It wasn’t often you had Caleb this out of control, this raw. It was a heady feeling you could get addicted to.
And exactly what you’d been hoping for. He began to move his hips more, desperate to get a feel of your hand which you kept just above his cock, not making the move to grab it more firmly just yet.
Whilst his focus was completely taken with trying to achieve that satisfaction only you could give him, you slid your other hand down his left arm, joining your hands together and then easily moving his arm above his head. He didn’t seem to care what you were doing, his only thoughts on getting you to touch him more firmly.
You did notice that his right arm, his metal arm, was still away from you. His fingers were curled up in the mattress, and you couldn’t tell if he was gripping it because of the feelings you were gifting him, or because he was doing all he could to keep from gripping you.
The sight of his metal arm stretched out away from you cemented the plan in your mind and kept you from getting distracted, even as the most delicious whine escaped him.
You pulled your hand out of his boxers and locked the handcuff around his arm as quickly as possible, your partner didn’t seem to even notice until the click echoed in the room, still bucking his hips slightly.
His eyes finally opened, though they remained half-lidded, revealing violet rings wrapped around blown pupils. “What are you doing?” He asked, panting.
“I want to play a game, baby,” you explained in your most playful voice whilst positioning yourself better around him. “Won’t you play with me?”
You’d moved so you were laid on top of him, your hips above his crotch. The covers had been pushed back revealing his solid, naked, chest whilst you were still wearing your silk nightgown. You’d purposely worn his favourite, just to add another level of resistance. Plus, the shoulder straps might as well have been paid actors as they slipped down your arms on accident, allowing the tops of your breasts to be revealed.
He’d certainly noticed as his eyes went to your globes first, then they went down to your crotch which hovered just above his, the barest of space keeping you from settling down on his cock. Then, eventually, his eyes flicked up to glance at the handcuff you’d wrapped around his wrist. He gave a tug, as though to confirm that, yes, they really were handcuffs. Then after no time at all, his eyes returned to you, carrying with them a glare that had your playful nature purring even more.
“What’s the game?” He questioned, cocking his head to the side.
Caleb was always in control, so you weren’t surprised to see him trying to grasp it back under his control even whilst you were holding him hostage. It was kind of hot, but no, you needed to stay strong and continue on with the plan.
One look at his arm which he’d somehow stretched even further away from you after you’d moved cemented this even further in your mind.
Gently, you laid more of your wait on top of him, pressing your slit against the hotness in his underwear. Satisfaction shivered up your body as you rolled your hips ever so gently, your clit pulsing in time with your movements.
He reacted exactly as you wanted to, barely able to hold onto his control, just like you. His lips parted and his eyes shut again, his head bent further into the pillow and it took everything in you not to go back down to bite at his neck.
Never one to make you do all the work, Caleb met your rolling hips with assertive thrusts of his own, working a gasp out of you as he followed your teasing movements with his demands. “The game, baby, what is it?”
“I need you to touch me,” you revealed in a gasp. Feeling drunk on power, you reached out with both hands, pressing them on the peaks of his chest. His nipples fell between your fingers and you couldn’t help but close them, pinching at his nips, earning an unexpected response as he growled.
You saw in your periphery as he lifted his metal arm, moving closer towards you before he seemed to tighten his fist and rested it back down on the bed.
Well, that just wouldn’t do, would it?
You took one hand off his chest, leaving one to continue playing with his nipples, and reached back into his underwear. You pulled out his cock, feeling the weight of it, hot and thick, resting in the palm of your hand as you pressed it to the very centre of your clothed slit.
You moaned out and bent your head back. That wasn’t part of the game, you just couldn’t help your reaction to him, not when he was so close.
“If you want me to touch you, then you have to take off the handcuffs, baby.” You could hear his teeth grinding whilst he spoke, and you knew in that moment he’d caught on, especially when he made a point to drag the metal arm back from where it had instinctively gone to.
You stopped all movement, still keeping his dick pressed against you, letting it twitch torturously against your clit. “You know that’s not the rules, touch me with your right arm Caleb.” He shook his head again. “Do it, baby, please.”
“Can’t.” He grunted out, tugging uselessly with his left arm. He was proving you right, you knew he couldn’t resist touching you, the same way you couldn’t resist touching him. He was just being stubborn, letting whatever silly worries he has control him. You just needed to push him more out of control.
You let go of his dick, watching it slap against his stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum that you wouldn’t have minded licking up. Maybe later.
“Look at me,” you ordered as you slowly pushed up the silky nightgown revealing inch after inch of skin. You might not have been the most confident of people, but you were at least confident of Caleb’s feelings about your body. You weren’t disappointed when his eyes followed every movement, mouth agape and eyes drunk with lust. Once the outfit was off, you reached out to touch your breasts, shoving them together and pulling on your nipples. The pulsing between your legs was an earthquake, demanding you slip onto his cock and take what was yours, but you couldn’t do that yet. Not yet. “Please touch me Caleb, I need you, so badly.”
Another grunt came out of him as he tugged harder on his arm, more beast than man in that moment. He managed to sit up, managed to get his mouth so close to the peak of your breast but you pulled away at the last second, leaving mere inches between your tip and his lips. You felt his hot breath lavish your skin and a moan crested out of your mouth unbidden. This might have been your mission, but you were just on edge as he was.
Reaching out you wrapped your hand into his hair, tugging on the strands slightly until he raised his head and met your eyes once more. “Touch me with your hand Caleb.”
“You handcuffed it, baby.”
“You have two hands,” you countered teasingly, but the mere mention of his metal arm had his expression shutting down and his head shaking once again. “Please, you won’t hurt me.” You’d abandoned the husky voice you’d been using beforehand, matching his honesty with your own pleading version. “You won’t.”
His head fell onto your chest but there was nothing sexual about the touch, not with his shoulders sagging. “I wouldn’t, not on purpose, but-”
“But nothing,” you cut him off whilst running your fingers through his hair. “It is physically impossible for you to cause me physical harm, nothing I wouldn’t want anyway.”
He didn’t respond, but you didn’t think he was ignoring you. It was clear as day that he was going through a battle, and as his partner, you needed to join this fight. Tentatively you reached out for his metal arm that was still throttling the quilt in a tight grip, the moment your fingers pressed on the back of his hand those fingers opened up.
He wasn’t pulling away immediately, that was progress.
“If I lost my arm and got a prosthetic, would you think differently of me?”
“Of course not,” he lifted his head up immediately, abhorring the thought that you might ever doubt how much he cares for you.
“Would you not let me touch you with that arm? Would you fear it?” Your fingers snaked in his and you brought the hand closer until it was resting between your stomach and his chest. Again, he just shook his head. You could see his jaw working, teeth clenching. He saw your argument, and he couldn’t exactly refute that you were making sense. You brought the hand further up, beginning to press your fingers between each knuckle. “I do not think differently of you because of your prosthetic. I will let you touch me, wherever, with your hands. I do not fear you, I love you, every inch inside and out.”
Like an animal bearing its neck to a predator, you unravelled his fingers before placing his palm around your throat.
His eyes watched every movement intensely, spellbound, and you watched second by second as that doubt grew dimmer and dimmer. Something else began to sparkle in his eyes, something familiar, the same something that was pulsing between your legs.
“My baby needs me to touch her?” He spoke so softly, you felt yourself melt a little bit more. You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak at that moment. “Show me where, baby, show me where and let me take care of you.”
Your skin was practically vibrating, his gentle dominance petting you into submission, a place only Caleb could get you to fall into. Because you only trusted Caleb to this extent. Trusted all of him.
Grabbing his hand once more, you lowered it down, letting his fingers trail over your breasts. Whilst that felt good, you needed him somewhere else far more. You let him give your nipple one small tug before pushing his arm back down further, as you got to the spot between your legs, you released him, showing him that you trusted him to take care of you exactly the way you needed.
He didn’t disappoint. His metal things were cold, the change in temperature a sharp change to the heat coming from your body, you couldn’t help but coo as he slipped them further into your wetness.
“Oh, my poor baby,” he hummed, “so wet and needy for me, I’m sorry I made you wait.”
“It’s okay.” Your hips moved forward automatically as the tips of his fingers pressed against your clit, touching you exactly where you needed to feed that demanding pulse between your legs. He went slow at first, beginning to speed up as he leant forward once more and captured your nipples in his mouth. You hadn’t even realised you’d moved closer to him. You moaned out again, the satisfaction of his touch only making your body demanding for more. “Please.”
“You want to cum baby?” His fingers moved with expert precision, his thumb taking the place of his fingers as they went exploring. One finger slipped inside of you, stealing all air from you before a second one joined it, air gasping out of you with your moans. “You want to cum for me, yeah?” He asked again.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted out as his fingers plunged deeper into you, reaching a spot that had lights dancing behind your closed eyelids. Then, he froze, his fingers still inside of you.
Opening your eyes, you were met with your boyfriend wearing an expression that was oh-so-deliciously Caleb. His eyes were alight with mischief, a smirk on his lips that you wanted to kiss over and over again. Gone was the man afraid to touch you with his hand.
“Prove it,” he whispered out huskily, “make a mess on my fingers, pretty girl.”
He was asking you to prove a lot more than how much you wanted to cum on his fingers, which was a lot. Thankfully, you were up for the challenge. You began to move your hips, using his hand to get yourself off. All the while, you maintained eye contact. Letting him see how you fell apart at his touch.
“Keep going,” he encouraged, leaning forward once more to press kisses against your breast. When you fell even closer against him, desperate to feel all of him, he used this as an advantage to lick across your collarbone before biting down on the spot where your neck and shoulder met. “Good girl, keep going. Make a mess for me.” He groaned out.
“Do you hear that?” He whispered, not wanting to speak out the schlick that escaped every time you pushed his fingers back in your body. You were definitely soaking the bed, but you found it hard to care about anything other than just how good he felt. “So lewd, baby, but you just can’t help yourself can you?”
You shook your head, whining as you struggled to get out a word.
“Can’t help yourself, need all of me, my dirty girl,” his breath was coming out with pants, his eyes laser focused now on where his fingers pushed into you. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m yours baby, all fucking yours.” With those last couple of words he gave you everything, pushing his fingers in and out of you at a rabid pace, satisfaction rolling through him like a tsunami as he watched your wetness coat his entire hand, falling onto his lap where his cock stood at attention, hard and twitching, waiting for a chance to get in your hole.
“Fuck, Caleb!” You held onto his shoulders, worried you’d collapse on him as your hip thrusts became messy. All sensuality was lost, just an all-consuming need to cum. Caleb would provide, he always would. He’d always give you everything you needed.
Every kiss against your neck, every growl that escaped him, was his solid vow that that would never change.
“Cum for me pretty girl, give me what’s mine, give me it.” He hadn’t even finished before you were coming apart on his fingers. Your moans were cut off as a wave of pleasure rocked your body so harshly that you collapsed fully on top of him, body shaking with the aftershocks of the glorious orgasm he’d just gifted you.
Caleb watched unblinkingly, taking in every shudder, every breath you made. Taking note of everything so he could never forget this moment, could never forget how easily he’d played with your body, with the one part of his he’d never believed could be used for such soft things.
He pulled his arm out, wrapping his arm around your waist so he could keep you close. He saw his arm, witnessed his fingers splayed out on your back, so large they took up the entire middle and then some. He might not be able to feel you from his fingers, but he wasn’t scared, for the first time since he’d gotten that forsaken arm, he wasn’t afraid. He knew how you felt, how soft and how strong your body was against his.
A giggle broke out of you after a few more seconds of heavy breathing, your mind catching up with what you’d done, and what Caleb had finally done.
You lifted your head up, looking into his violet eyes with the biggest smile on your face. “I told you, you could never hurt me.” You said each word with such utter confidence that Caleb was left speechless. Instinct was running the show for him, and for the first time ever, he wasn’t forcing himself to play safe. You were right, he could never hurt you, his instinct was only ever to protect you, to keep you safe, to make you happy.
And he was only halfway through with that last part.
He pulled his metal hand back from around your waist, slipping the fingers into his mouth and sucking on each digit that had been inside you.
Once he was done, he brought the fingers up to your mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, and like the good girl you were, you did as he said. You let him push his cold metal fingers into your mouth, let him explore the inside of your mouth with those digits.
“Is this what you wanted all along, baby girl?” He asked. “Wanted to unravel me?”
He took his fingers out of your mouth, letting you answer his question. “I wanted you to see you the way I see you.”
He cocked his head to the side, “and how’s that?”
You leaned forward, letting your lips rest against his as you spoke your next words. “Completely and utterly mine.”
The next couple of things that happened, occured within the blink of an eye.
His metal hand reached up to the handcuff, snapping it with ease and releasing his other hand. Both hands wrapped around your body as he spun the two of you around until he was on top, his waist pressing against the apex of your thighs. His cock rutting once, twice, against your clit which in turn had your hip stuttering with the overstimulation. His left hand, warm and soft, pressed down on your hip, keeping you in place, whilst his other rested against your throat, the fingers curling and pressing down on your pulse points. Not hard enough to cut off air, just hard enough for you to be incapable of ignoring their presence.
Despite the rough way he’d handled you, he followed up these actions by pressing three gentle kisses against your lips. “Always.” Another kiss. Far more demanding, teeth grazing. “Always have been.” His tongue plunged into your mouth, dancing across yours before he sucked it into his mouth. Another barely contained growl escaped him as he rutted against you more.
You just couldn’t help yourself. You’d got him to the very edge of control, and you wanted to see him lose it.
Pulling back you bit down hard on his lip, gathering what little attention he had left which wasn’t completely taken by the wet warmth cradling his cock.
“Prove it.” A demand, no, a challenge. The final stab at his control that pulled forth the beast.
Both hands moved beneath your thighs, pushing them against your chest so your pussy was completely open to him. Glistening under the few rays of sunlight that peaked into the room, as though trying to glimpse at the display of ravenous lust you were putting on. Caleb could understand why, you’d never looked so beautiful to him, spread open and soaking down your thighs, your hole twitching as though begging to be filled.
His poor baby. You didn’t need to beg anymore.
With ease he placed his dick against your hole, slipping in with barely any force because of how slick you were.
Home. That’s what your pussy felt like to him.
The both of you groaned out, a cacophony of moans that he could listen to for days on end without ever growing sick of the tune.
“I’ll prove it to you, pretty girl.” His voice was rough and hoarse as it fell from his lips, though he wasn’t sure anymore if it was from being tired, or because of all the moans he’d let escape. “You’ll never doubt me again, never doubt that your mine.” Each word was followed with a deep thrust, his cock reaching places you never knew existed until he’d explored them.
He fell on top of you, surrounding you. You couldn’t see anything but him. Feel anything but him. Hear, smell, taste anything but him.
His thrusts turned harder, quicker, every stab of his cock a lightning bolt to your senses.
You lost yourself, mouth opening with silent cries as your eyes stared unfocused on his face. Any time you closed them, he’d respond with a harsher, sharper, thrust of his hips. Even without words, he was in complete control of you.
“You need this, need me,” he told you in between grunts. You could only nod. Too drunk on the pleasure to tell him that he needed you too. He knew. He knew he needed you more, that’s why he was never going to let you go. “You need to cum all over this cock, need to make a mess, give it to me, pretty girl.”
Your legs were pressed so deep into your chest you weren’t sure if you were breathing, but it didn’t matter, all that mattered was his thick cock dragging in and out of your pussy. Pulling pleasure from you with each thrust.
“Give it to me, and I’ll give you my cum.” He promised, and oh, your pussy clenched tightly around him, liking the sound of that far too much. An almost sinister laugh came from your boyfriend as he felt it too. “Oh,” he hummed, apparently just as surprised as you were by that reaction. His thrusts slowed, but they seemed to turn longer, somehow going deeper than ever before. “You want my cum baby? Want me to fill you up until your overflowing with my seed?”
When you moaned in response, he knew he had his answer.
“Yeah, sweet girl? You need me to give you all my cummies? Fill you up? Give you my babies?” Another clench had him slamming down into you. “Want that too pretty girl. Want to see you full of me, knowing you’re filled with me, knowing everything who sees you will know what I did to your dirty little pussy.”
“Fuck.” Both hands wrapped around your thighs tightened to the point of bruising, but that was exactly what he wanted, to mark you in every possible way. And he could, because he was in control. “Fucking take it, pretty girl. Fuck, good girl. Good fucking girl.”
His words were drowned out by each slam of his hips against yours. You knew you’d be hurting later but you were past the point of caring, you wanted every single thing he’d just promised you.
Through heaving breaths, you managed to squeak out a hoarse ‘please’ and that was his undoing. His thrusts stuttered until he pressed as far into you as possible and then you felt your insides being flooded.
It almost felt unreal, there was so much. You felt every corner of your insides being covered and then the knot inside you released with him, your pussy tightening almost instinctively around him, trying to keep his essence inside of you.
“Good girl,” he continued to praise, throwing out little phrases of admiration as you both rode out your orgasms.
Then, when the final wave crested and fled, he released your legs from his hold. His hands stayed steady, controlling how they fell around him, making sure you didn’t move too quickly just in case. His fingers caressed your soft skin, massaging at your thighs where most of the strain had been.
He moved so most of his weight wasn’t on you but he was still hovering over you. Pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead, he left his lips to rest there as he mumbled out an almost reverent, “thank you.”
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! I’ve been thinking about doing a part two where Caleb gets revenge and handcuffs the reader, let me know if you’d be interested.
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Buggy’s Daughter Is a Master of Disguise!
Vinsmoke. Sanji x Reader
Request: A If it's not too much trouble, could you write a oneshot about a fem! reader who's a Strawhat Pirate and disguised herself as a man to try and fly under the Marine's radar since she's the daughter of a well known pirate. [Maybe Crocodile or Buggy] & she has a very high bounty so she disguises herself and she has feelings for Sanji but doesn't act on them because of her disguise. The crew/Sanji could find out her true identity during Enies Lobby since CP9 have orders to take her in as well since the World Gov. has found out her identity!
A/n: I hadn’t looked at my inbox in so long I’m sorry to keep you waiting! I have been obsessively writing stories on an account for OC fantasy and been neglecting my comic and anime accounts. I did take creative liberties on the ‘finding out’ part since … I don’t like Enies Lobby (SORRY- I’m not sorry that arch sucks)



You will never forget the day Luffy asked you to join his crew.
The circus show that was your life had long since lost its appeal.
The over the top stages, smothered under yards of gaudy fabrics, where the stage lighting flicked through every colour of the rainbow until the bright spot light would land on you— the starting act to the main event being your father, Buggy the Clown. Always dressed together in ridiculous costumes ready to perform any act whether it be slapstick, comedy, dance, song, acrobats or stunts. Name any, you’ve done it.
Oh and how you loved it. Entertaining the crew until their belly ached from laughing or tears from a heart touching performance. To leave everyone buzzing for days after a good show— there was no greater high than that. Your father was certainly proud of you for it.
Your fun-loving father, would tuck you into bed as he spoke of dreams of unforeseen riches and absolute power, to become the king of the pirates! And you couldn’t think of a better man than your own father. But that was before the years carried on with little to no progress on his dream, festering bitterness, rage and resentment to surfaced.
With your father becoming emotionally unavailable, you turned to the stage, engrossing yourself to the craft of entertainment until your father began using your sacred stage to indulge his sadistic whims. What was once a place of laughter and spectacle became a theater of cruelty—innocent villagers forced into the spotlight, their suffering turned into a grotesque performance. He would howl with laughter as panic and despair bloomed in their eyes, delighting in their futile struggles. And they would look at you, their gazes burning with desperation, silently pleading—for mercy, for freedom, for their children to be spared.
You missed entertaining the crew upon the high seas, where the sea salt air would glide through your hair, as you perform a one of a kind show; where each town was an opportunity to explore and adventure to your hearts content. When exactly did that all stop?
One day it all just became too much. Abandoning your craft you turned your back to the stage— resigning yourself to being nothing more than a pirate with an enormous bounty of your head.
You’ve witness too much, done too much and done nothing at all to prevent the cruelties your father inflicted.
Standing amidst yet another crumbling town. You anticipated the familiar chorus of cries and screams of those who’ve lost everything. Another destroyed home reduced to a pile of rubble, framed photos sticking out amongst the broken bricks to further emphasise stolen spaces dedicated to families. It was a scene you’ve witnessed countless times before.
But this time, something was different.
The villagers weren’t crying. They were screaming and cheering on the straw hat pirates who are fighting in high spirits, cursing buggy and crying for those who’ve lost everything.
What new low have you reached where even other pirates are disgusted and looking down upon you and the crew for their cruelty?
Your stomach twists painfully, feeling utterly disgusted with yourself.
You hated it.
Hated what the stage had become.
Hated what it represented.
Hated who you became.
You don’t want to be you anymore, you want to be someone else. Someone who wasn’t the daughter of a cruel pirate with a massive bounty— you want to be a pirate, like Luffy. Who laughs and has fun, but never at the expense of others.
“SHUT UP AND JOIN MY CREW ALREADY!” Luffy would scream in your face mid-fight. Excuse after excuse you threw at Luffy but he was done listening. “ACCEPT IT- BE WHOEVER YOU WANT TO BE!”
That moment changed your life forever.
Luffy didn’t care what you had done- he liked you, and wanted you on the crew.
No excuses.
You didn’t have to be part of your father’s crew. If you wanted to be someone else— you could.
The stage taught you that better than anything.
So when you stepped aboard the ship Nami stole; you decided to leave that version of you behind in Orange town.
“You’re Y/n right?” Zoro would ask.
“Jester— I’m here to entertain the king.” You say, pointing towards Luffy who’s beaming a massive toothy smile. “From now on I’m not Y/n. I’m not Buggy’s daughter - I’m Jester, a straw hat pirate.” You state boldly, placing a mask upon your face.
It would be the last time you ever showed it.
“Ya’know, any decent bounty hunter can tell who you are. Even with the mask, your voice is the same, you dress the same and your blue hair is obvious. With your bounty, there are hunters that have studied you endlessly. If you actually want to be unrecognisable— you should change everything.”
“Shut up Zoro! I like Y/n the way they are!” Luffy would scold, pressing his vein popping forehead against Zoros own.
“I want to leave that part of me behind Captain— if I’m becoming a strawhat, i want my bounty to be under your name, not my dads.”
“Oh yeah— okay.” Luffy relents instantly, picking his ear as he withdraws from the discussion to sit where the sea breeze is strongest.
So you did, transforming yourself into Jester, you’re greatest disguise.
This was all before Sanji of course.
If you had known you’d might’ve gone for a feminine disguise…. Maybe then he would finally see you and not Jester— his best friend.
When Sanji first joined, you were honestly relieved he didn’t know you were a woman—especially after seeing the way he fell apart like a lovesick fool around any pretty girl.
And yet, despite all of that, there was an undeniable spark of bro-mance between you two.
It was effortless. You didn’t need words to understand each other; you could read his mind just as easily as he could finish your sentences. That bond had been forged through countless days and nights side by side—challenging him with bizarre ingredient combinations, serving as his trusted taste tester, or fighting together with an unspoken understanding that you always had each other’s backs.
There were too many memories to count—drinking, partying, eating, talking, exploring. You were the brother he never had. Someone to laugh with, someone to exchange sharp-witted insults with, someone to tease when he inevitably spiraled into his love-struck antics.
A Bro-mance through and through.
All until after the two years apart— where you returned and Sanji was just… different.
He continued to treat you with the same energy, but you struggled to keep yourself together. Feeling the inkling tenderness surfacing. A warmth for him you hadn’t felt prior.
My god— did Zoro grin pull at his lips when he caught a glimpse of your affectionate eyes lingering a little too long.
Never less you sallowed down your feelings, unwilling to allow your identity to resurface.
You love being Jester.
That’s who you are.
The afternoon sun glows a golden light on the horizon as it dips lower into the ocean. Most of the boys were on the main deck enjoying the peaceful bliss of the open sky.
Luffy lays on the deck grass, his hat loosely placed upon his face.
Zoros back leaning against the main mast, watching Chopper and Usopp fish, all whilst you and Sanji chatter up a storm as per usual.
“My sensors must be broken— I can always sense a beautiful woman when I’m near you,” Sanji says, placing a cigarette in his mouth, holding a flame to the end.
Your shoulders tense up at Sanji’s statement- unsure where to take it from there.
Usopp grumbles, not fully listening to Sanji’s nonsense as he leans the line behind him, whipping the rod forward, casting out his fishing line and watching the weight sink below the crisp blue sea water. Zoro raises a knowing brow to you, as your eyes silently scream at Zoro to turn his smug face away. “That’s kinda creepy —“ Usopp quips.
“Must be because Jesters my ultimate wingman.” Sanji cheers, throwing his arms around your shoulder.
“Yeah, Jester is definitely helping you with that.” The barking laughter that followed from Zoro made you stare silent daggers back at him.
Leaning back, you cause Sanji’s arm hanging on your shoulder to tilt down, his fingers grazing your bound chest, his hand twitches at the odd sensation.
You spring from your place under his arm, attempting to hide your flinch as jovial jumping as you bound away from Sanji.
“I might hit the showers!” You announce suddenly, dashing away from the conversation.
Chopper stares at Sanji— confused with Sanji’s earlier statement.
“Just out of curiosity—” Chopper asks tilting his head to the side. “Why won’t you flirt with Jester like you do with other ladies?”
“Huh?” Sanji cranes his neck, trying to make sense of Choppers question.
“Because Jesters the only girl you haven’t —“
“Chopper. That’s enough.” Zoro says, his stern face makes Choppers mouth clamp shut instantly. Feeling as though he said something he shouldn’t.
The damage was already done. Choppers words circulated Sanji’s brain until realisation dawned upon him in real time.
The bound chest.
The monthly tummy aches.
You always disappearing whenever a bathhouse is around— but he just figured with you being popular with the ladies since he always sees Nami or Robin pulling you along with them when they think he’s not watching…
Oh god…
“YOURE TELLING ME JESTERS A GIRL?!” Sanji just about squeals, his cigarette falling from his lips.
“Yeah what about it?” Luffy murmurs, sliding his hat away from his face.
Sanji storms over, grabbing Luffy by the collar.
“You’re telling me you knew?!” Sanji sputters, desperate to hear Luffy sound just as confused as he felt, but Luffy just stared back up at him casually.
“Of course I knew — I’m the captain.” He says calmly, pulling Sanji’s clenched fingers off his vest.
“What about you? You don’t look surprised.” Sanji accuses Zoro, shoving a unwarranted finger to his chest.
“I was the first mate remember? Jester came after me, we picked her up in Orange Town.” Zoro answers calmly, slapping his hand away.
“Does that mean Nami knows?” Sanji asks, desperately seeking out another who may have also been kept in the dark.
“Oh course— she was there.” Zoro grumbled in annoyance at swirly brows high pitched breakdown.
Sanji spins around to Usopp. “You.” He says angrily, making Usopp gulp. “Why aren’t you freaking out.”
Usopp stares off to the side, reluctantly answering. “Well… I didn’t know Jester was— but you know… I thought… I walked in on her taking a bath and” Sanji took a step back, not wanting to hear the rest.
“Listen swirly brow, save your breath. You’re the last to know— now get over it. Jester doesn’t want to make it into a big deal.”
He felt betrayed, seemingly everyone knew except Sanji.
I guess the clowns out of the box now.
How the hell could Sanji have guessed? You’re the master or disguise. The best theatrical performer, fit to entertain the king of the pirates.
He turns on his heel, storming towards your private room which even you didn’t let him into.
Approaching the door he slams it open, making you jump up at the sudden ruckus. Your head instinctively snapping towards the source of noise.
Your clear feminine face in view without a Jesters mask to shield you.
Sanji’s heart skips a beat at the sight of you. Your hair which is typically tied up and hidden away is free flowing out, your baggy clothes now tossed to the side as you were half dressed, your distinctive feminine chest unbounded, your waist dipping deeper than a man’s should and your hips wider than what a man’s should be.
You’re fully clothed, but Sanji feels embarrassed to suddenly see so much more of you than he expected.
“How could you not tell me?” Sanji accuses, his furrowed brows and his eyes remain downcast. His hands clenching to fists in his pockets. “I—“ Sanji’s voice wavers. “Suppose that our friendship was one sided.” He turns his back, walking away from you, retreating to the sanctity that was his kitchen.
It might not have been a fair statement.
And Sanji knows that every woman has her secrets— but you’re different.
You’re his best friend.
How can his friendship with you return to what it was?
“Wait Sanji!” You yell out, making him pause in his step, but he doesn’t dare to look at you. Your usual deep gravely voice is lighter and airy making his heart clench in betrayal— not even knowing what your real voice sounded like. “I’m sorry— I didn’t know how to tell you!” You defend, but Sanji didn’t move.
“I thought we were friends.” He states making you scoff.
“Of course we’re friends!”
“But we’re not! You know everything about me, but until today, I never realised you were a stranger!” You physically step back as if his words lashed you like a whip.
“Sanji—“
“Jester—“ He says your name through gritted teeth, like the words burned the inside of his mouth.
“I don’t even know your name.” He says, starring at the floor in anger. More so with himself than with you. How can two people spend this much time together and he didn’t even ask you more, to ask the right questions. Why didn’t you tell him? “Just … forget it.”
“My name is Y/n.” You say. And it was like music to his ears, the way your name sounded rolling off your tongue. “I’m the daughter of Buggy the clown.” He stiffens at your admission, his eyes growing wider. “I wanted to escape myself— start a new under a captain who deserved my loyalty and not because I’m a relative.” You say, grabbing Sanji’s arm, forcing him to face you. “I hated who I was, I hated what I witnessed and hated what I didn’t do. Captain was against it but respected my wishes— I wanted to start anew, and so I did.” You say, Sanji now facing you. “It’s not that I wanted to keep you in the dark. I just liked that you didn’t see my ugly truth.” You whisper, tears brimming your eyes.
Sanji felt like a total moron, making a woman cry.
Without another word, he pulls you into a proper hug, holding you tight as silent tears fell.
“I’m sorry— I’m an idiot.” He whispers.
“Yeah.”
“Where’s Sanji?” Nami asks as she approaches the boys lounging about the deck.
“He found out.” Luffy says, standing up and attempting to walk off without another word.
Nami gasped loudly, grabbing Luffy by the vest and shaking him aggressively. “YOU MORON! HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME! IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS CLIFFHANGER FOR YEARS AND I MISSED IT!” Nami cries dramatically. Luffy groans, his head spinning.
“Why does everyone keep doing this!” He groans again.
“Relax— he’s only just found out. This ‘will they- won’t they’ crap takes longer.” Zoro mumbles.
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HEADCANON .ᐟ ㅤ𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌?
𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾! 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋





Jealousy isn’t a common feeling for him—or at least, not in the way ordinary sinners experience it. It’s not that he fears losing you; rather, he dislikes the mere idea of someone else believing they have the right to your attention. How amusing! That right belongs to him and him alone!
At first, he’ll pretend it doesn’t bother him. With his wide grin and infectious laughter, he’ll make some mocking remark about the "insufferable presence" of whoever you’re speaking to. But his crimson eyes will gleam with a dark intensity… A warning, masked as amusement.
His aura will grow heavier. Even as you continue talking to that poor sinner, you’ll feel the atmosphere thicken, like an oppressive static humming in the air. You don’t need to turn around to know Alastor is watching you. And you’d best not prolong that conversation for too long…
He’ll manipulate the situation in his favor. If the person in question is a foolish sinner, he’ll ridicule them with words wrapped in cruel humor, ensuring their self-esteem plummets straight to the depths of Hell. If they hold any influence… well, accidents happen all the time in Pentagram City, don’t they? How unfortunate!
He won’t hesitate to mark his territory. "Subtly," of course. His arm slipping around your waist, his laughter echoing too close to your ear, his claws tracing your cheek as if you were the most prized piece in his collection. If the message isn’t clear, he’ll make sure the "intruder" understands in another way.
He’ll shower you with even more attention than usual. His obsession will take a more obvious turn—more gifts, more details, more songs dedicated just to you. He wants you to remember exactly who you belong to, and if that means keeping you under his spell with smiles and seductive promises… then so be it!
He’ll become more controlling. You won’t notice it at first, but he’ll start influencing your decisions: "Oh, my dear, do you really want to go out tonight? Wouldn’t you rather stay with me?" His voice will be as sweet as honey, but his eyes will refuse to accept a ‘no.’
He won’t forget the offense. No matter how much time passes, he’ll remember every detail of the interaction that displeased him. Don’t worry, you won’t suffer the consequences… but someone else will. And when that "someone else" disappears or meets an unfortunate fate, the last thing you’ll hear before drifting off to sleep will be his melodic voice whispering: "Ah, who would’ve thought? Such a small world!"
He’ll always make you feel like it’s all a joke. No matter how twisted his obsession is, he’ll always wrap it in laughter and spectacle. "Oh, darling! You wouldn’t think I was upset, would you? I’m just a demon with a peculiar sense of humor!" And while his tone may be playful, deep down, you’ll know that every word hides a chilling truth.
If you ever dare to challenge him… Ah, now that would be interesting. Would you try to leave? What a ridiculous idea. Because the moment you even think of escaping, the moment you believe you can free yourself from his influence… that’s when you’ll realize you never had a choice.
Alastor is no ordinary lover, and his love isn’t something you can run from. It’s an eternal performance, a contract with no escape. And you… are his favorite entertainment.

Intellectual property of @doliacuddles.
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— newcomer



pairing: dark!luke castellan x childofaphrodite!reader
summary: luke becomes quite infatuated with you, the newcomer of the camp.
tw: obsession, stalking, distancing from friends, intimidation, luke is like deep in love, my horrible attempt at describing love? kinda lovebomby, mentions of violence/luke attacking others
word count: 1k words
a/n: my second pjo fic! i think percy is next 👀 - i don’t think i outright described a female reader, let me know if i did so i can change it!! i i’m going to try and be more inconspicuous with genders to fit all ❤️
right from the start, luke could tell there was something special about you.
of course he was to introduce himself to the new kids but for once he wanted to meet you. with a warm smile and his reassuring words, you were made to feel at home quite quickly.
you’d thought of luke being friendly in general before learning of the hermes cabin and his welcoming nature, but it didn’t seem to change anything between the two of you. luke was an excellent guide in your eyes, helping you settle into your new life, you were undeniably thankful for him.
he was a pitstop for many, if not all campers once they entered the place, a familiar face to help them all. but for you he seemed to go above and beyond. he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible, and he believed himself to be the key in your life at camp half-blood to happiness. you made him happy.
your bright smile and endearing personality melted his heart, you were a breath of fresh air and he couldn’t wait to bask in it.
even after you were claimed, by aphrodite nonetheless, you stuck around. it made sense to him, you were the most breathtaking person he’d ever seen. whether it was a smile from afar or a long conversation, you always made it a point in your day to spend time with him.
you wouldn’t do that for nobody now would you?
no, your sweet self was kind, especially to him. you liked him, like he liked you, and he’d be damned if he let you go.
you seemed to be the only person who didn’t notice his disdain towards those around you. the way he’d linger around the ares boy who’d been chatting you up at breakfast, the same boy who’d been attacked from behind during capture the flag, suffering a nasty slice on his back.
or how he’d humiliated one of your friends during archery, correcting their stance, taunting their attempts to hit the bullseye, throwing them off and laughing at them when they missed. it was all in good fun, right?
he was like a shadow, unwavering and lurking.
it wasn’t uncommon to find luke a few metres away from wherever you were. to find him accompanying you to dinner, to find the two of you practicing together early in the morning, alone, to focus better of course. slowly but surely he wriggled his way back into your life, all consuming and prominent.
until it was seen as odd to find you alone.
seemingly tied together, woven, meant to be. you completed him, you made him feel alive. you made luke feel electric, on fire almost. your presence and touch began to comfort him most, your voice being the only one to bring him down.
and when you were taken from him, whether by others or in general, he was unbearable.
the shining luke castellan crumbled without his support. he needed you, depended on you, like fire and oxygen, plants and sunlight, a song and dance. you kept him going, you filled his life with purpose, he wasn’t luke castellan, son of hermes, counseller, confidante, friend.
he was lu, he was yours, he was your ‘sunshine’.
and as if he wasn’t already insatiable with you as his friend, when you’d admitted your crush on him, luke was on a whole other level.
“lu,” he hummed, turning his head your way, “i want, i need to tell you something.” the soft grass, the warm sun and gentle breeze, they all calmed his erratic heart. what did you have to say? he despised the idea of not knowing what you were thinking.
luke waited with bated breath, his nails digging into his palm, pressure building, his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, not that you’d notice, he wouldn’t let you. “what is it sweetheart?” the two of you were sitting now, previously laid next to eachother on the picnic blanket.
“i think, i think i like you.”
and how could you not?
luke was the epitome of a gentleman, the kindest man you’d ever met. he made you feel special, you could always rely on your sunshine. in the months the two of you had known each other, it seemed he now knew you like the back of his hand. what you liked, what you disliked, the places you wanted to go and the places you’d been. you’d bared your soul to him, and you could only pray he loved you as you did him.
he was your strength, your courage, your friend, even if you hoped for more. he’d been there for you since the start, and you’d be forever grateful. so why not raise your relationship? fully commit to the one person who knew everything?
he’d crafted himself to be yours, to be everything you could ever wish for, as you were for him. luke had been waiting for your complete devotion, and he had it now, no one could make him let go. people often came and went in his life, leaving him in the past, he often felt taken advantage of, he gave up on the idea of someone to stay.
but you’d stay, blind with devotion and poisoned by his love, who on earth and in the heavens could treat you better than him?
your loyal luke.
“well i have a secret for you, only you.”
your eyes lifted to meet his, a small smile on your lips, “tell me luke,” his hand reached for yours, “what’s your secret?” your favourite flower, suddenly pulled from behind your head, placed behind your ear.
“i love you too.” he surged forwards, capturing you by surprise.
was this bliss? is this what it felt to be in love?
luke was intoxicating, his strong hands and loving voice, it consumed you. it was all so much, and it was all you’d ever wanted.
but a small voice in the back of your head was prominent.
you’d never said a single thing about love.
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‘Jacked and Kind’ Trend with Logan.
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Requested by: @pegging-slenderman
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Logan Howlett
Synopsis: You do the jacked and kind trend with Logan.
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Hey guys sorry for my absence I fell sick with the flu and was suffering immensely…..I’m back now but I will probably get supper busy soon so I’ll start to post once a week rather than a few times like before ❤️ thank you so much for all of your love and kind attention! Please to all the other people who have requested things for tangerine and Bungo stray dogs I am working on ALL of them! Please keep requesting.
“Who’s jacked and kind….” When the audio from Sabrina Carpenter’s song broke the silence in you and Logan room for the first time, your boyfriend didn’t pay too much attention to it, peacefully reading his book as he held his cigar in his mouth, the lazy smoke twirling from the burning tip wrapping around Logan’s head. The second time he barely registered it as well. He was too focused on the intriguing plot hidden in between his pages. The 10th time the little snippet of the song sounded, however, Logan could not help but shoot you a glance. You were curled under the bedsheets, facing him as your hand gripped your phone tightly, the light of the videos you were watching dancing across your face. As he observed you, the same few words kept repeating over and over again, the sound finally starting to irk him.
Logan sat his book down on the nightstand, as he slipped the cigar out of his mouth, deciding to hold it between his fingers. “Princess,” he asked, tapping the excess ash in the ashtray precariously balanced on his thigh. The silver dust peppered the once pristine surface, looking like the stars that flecked the night sky. You looked up at him, finally pausing the sound that was jackhammering on Logan’s nerves. “Why have you been playing the same thing over, and over, and over, again? I mean I get liking a song but just 3 seconds of it? A little bit excessive, bub.” He grunted, massaging his temples with his cigar-carrying hand, not minding the ash that delicately sprinkled on his flannel.
You looked down sheepishly, scratching the back of your neck. “Sorry, Logan. It’s this popular trend and I’m kind of obsessed with it.” You explained.
When Logan heard the word trend, his mind shot back to that long April afternoon when he had made the mistake of asking you what TikTok was, as the students in the X mansion seemed to be obsessed with it. You had excitedly sat him down, and explained everything to him for hours, specifically what certain words meant in the specific context of this application. Your eyes sparkled when you talked, and when you had suggested he should download it, Logan had simply barked out a laugh, before looking at you with a smirk. You had sighed, knowing you had lost the battle even before its tentative start.
“Trend,” Logan whispered to himself, remembering you had explained to him that it meant a certain type of video was in fashion for an indefinite amount of time.
“Yes, trend,” you echoed back.
“What’s this one about?” Logan asked, setting the ashtray with the cigar in it on his bed side table. He turned to look at you, wanting to give you his complete attention.
“Well, it’s a song from a singer. She basically says she wants a man who’s jacked and kind.” You explained. Excitement coloring your movements, making you sit up as your hands danced all over of the place, narrating a story with so much detail your boyfriend could almost see it. Logan could do nothing but admire you, his love-drunk heart hanging from your lips as if it were his life-saving medication. You barely noticed, continuing with your explanation. “The trend consists in a woman mouthing the words and right as the audio says ‘jacked and kind,’ the boyfriend, who is standing behind her, will pick her up and place her on his shoulder.” You said, grinning widely. “It’s just so cute and romantic to see the girls sitting so prettily on the men’s shoulder, while he looks so smug he could lift her up. It’s just,” you sighed dreamily. “So perfect.”
You hastily unlocked your phone, turning the screen towards him. “Look at it!” You said, as you shoved it in his face.
Logan observed the various couples do the trend for a few seconds, blinking for a few seconds to adjust to the bright and sudden avalanche of images and sounds. He then lifted his gaze to you. “I don’t see the excitement you see in it, but sure.” He shrugged, going back to take his cigar.
You cuddled back down on the bed, going back to swipe, sighing again, this time with a tinge of sadness. “God, I wish I could do this trend.” You murmured, speaking your thoughts aloud.
“Yeah. Sure sucks to be single.” Logan joked, looking at you with mirth in his gaze.
“That’s not what I meant!” You said, hitting his thigh. “I don’t want to tire you out.”
Logan turned to stare at you, his cigar barely hanging from his lips. “What, you think I’m that weak?” He said, his voice, even if possessing a lilt of a joke, betraying some sort of self consciousness.
You hastily inched closer to him. “No, no. I don’t think you’re weak, Logan. I’m just afraid I’d be too heavy.” You admitted, gesturing to yourself.
“[Y/N], I have a skeleton made of adamantium. You will never be too heavy.” Logan said. He noticed the evident skepticism tricking in your eyes, as sedimented as concrete. “No that’s it.” He said, sliding off the bed. “Get off.”
You stared at him in confusion. Logan looked back at you, raising his eyebrow. You hurriedly got off, standing in front of him, still confused. “What…are you doing?” You asked, as Logan took off his flannel, remaining in just his wife beater. Your eyes, entranced by his bulging, delicious-looking bicep, only managed to reluctantly trail to Logan when he started speaking.
“We’re doing this trend, princess.” Logan said. He leaned down, grabbing your phone and unlocking it. “Here,” he handed it to you. “Set up that TikTok thing or whatever so we can do this. I’ll show you. You’ll win this fucking trend.” He grunted, a twinkle of ambition evident in his confidence stance.
You clasped your phone in your hand, a smile gracing your lips. Pure joy twirled in your eyes, and Logan could have sworn he fell in love with you all over again just because you looked so happy. You threw yourself in Logan’s arms, melting in his embrace. Without even thinking, your boyfriend hugged you back. “Thank you. You always know how to make me feel better.” You spoke into his chest, your voice muffled.
“It’s what I’m here for, bub.” He said, caressing your head before he loosened his embrace. “Now, come on. Let’s do this.” You squealed happily, setting up your phone.
“I pick you up when the song says ‘jacked’, right?” Logan asked.
You nodded. “I’ll jump a bit before that so you can pick me up.”
“Don’t jump.”
“What? How will you manage to put me on your shoulder?”
“Trust me, princess. Don’t jump.” You eyed Logan wearily, but he simply grinned back at you. Unconvinced, you pressed the button, starting the timer.
You ran back to his side, waiting. The second Sabrina Carpenter’s voice filled the air, you mouthed along the lyrics. Right before she airily sung jacked, you had to restrain yourself from jumping, as you anxiously wondered if Logan could pull it off. His warm hands wrapped around your waist, and your heart dipped: either you would get the biggest confidence boost or your self esteem would be utterly destroyed.
Logan started lifting you up. You tried to keep a poker face, fearing you would tumble back to the ground and completely shatter. But nothing like that happened, and Logan picked you up easily, setting you on his shoulder, his bulging muscles making your seat comfortable, and not a tight fit at all. Almost in shock, you finished mouthing the words, while Logan smirked at the camera. The second the video stopped recording, you looked down at your boyfriend in disbelief, finding him to be looking up at you. “Told you. You didn’t even have to jump.”
“Logan, oh my god. You lifted me liked I weighed nothing.” You gasped.
“Because you don’t for me.” Logan said, feeling his chest thump with pride when he saw the rose-red blush dusting your cheeks.
You coughed, not meeting his warm eyes. “H-hey, I’m still up here!” You cried, your words tripping over each other as you clumsily tried to move the topic of conversation to something also.
“Lemme fix that.” Logan said, his voice the note of mischief lurking in his voice.
When Logan’s grasp tightened around your waist you would have thought he would gently set you on the ground. His other hand went to hold your knees instead, and you gracefully slipped from his shoulder into his arms, being carried liked the bride Logan hoped one day you would be. You blinked, looking at him in disbelief. “Logan…what -”
You were shushed by a kiss. He pressed you close to his body, your arms loosening from around his neck and threading through his hair. Your other hand slid down his bicep, squeezing it, digging your nails inside his skin. Logan didn’t quiet the loud moan that erupted from his lips. You whimpered, opening your mouth to let him slip his tongue inside.
You pulled back, shuddering, your voice silky with desire. “If we keep going, you’ll be fucking me standing up soon.” You joked, leaning against his shoulder.
Logan looked at you, raising his eyebrows teasingly. “I’m not….completely….against the idea.” He murmured. His warm hand sliding from underneath your knee to your thigh, squeezing it.
You whimpered, throwing your head back. “I’m not complaining either.”
“Great. Afternoon activity secured.” Logan smirked. You laughed, nuzzling against your boyfriend’s very, very sexy neck.
Needless to say, the ‘jacked and kind’ trend had led you to discover a new position that soon became one of your favorites.
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Hey, can you write something for Agatha Harkness? I love her. Yandere/Dark! Agatha Harkness x reader, reader is summoned to be part of Agatha's coven and Agatha grows obsessed with reader after becoming her friend and feeling a connection. Thank you 🩷
Of course, also I’m very sorry that this took so long!
a/n: slight au where the road is real/Rio has no presence.
Agatha and Teen had approached you asking for your assistance in walking The Road. Laughing in their face at the absurdity, “The Road is a myth.”
Even if it wasn’t, it was a death trap. Many stories from your mother and her coven about The Road have passed your ears. Every witch, with the exemption of Agatha Harkness, lost their lives trying the reach the end. You’ve felt inadequate as a witch, unable to resonate with a coven of your own. Even though you’d love to have that sister and companionships you’ve done well enough without them.
Teen droned on as you walked away from them. Only stopping in your tracks when Agatha chimed in talking about forming her own coven. A lesson drilled into your brain since the day you were born resounded within: Agatha Harkness is not to be trusted. Turning around you regarded them both, warily. Awkwardly handing you a card Teen expressed that he’d hope to see you there.
Contemplation weighed heavy on your mind the rest of the day. The possibility of finding a coven was tantalizingly, but you’d have to suffer through the proximity of Agatha and the other witches she convened. Deciding the end outweighs everything else you make your way to Agatha’s house in Westview.
Agatha kept a close focus on you the moment you made your presence known in her home. Her eye constantly shifting to you as you sung your part of The Ballad. You’re voice is beautiful she thought, like a bird singing its morning song.
After pairing with Agatha in the first trial you notice Agatha gradually getting close to you. Thankful that you had her as an anchor in your hallucination, you doing that same for her. Taking the opportunities to know more about you, realizing she’s slow to open up about herself. Rightfully so, since much of the air is still tense with distrust around her. She seemed genuine when she asked about you, making small gestures to be sure your safe- keeping you close to her, guiding your steps so you don’t trip. Her hands softly brushing over you from time to time.
After losing Alice, your distrust cemented again. Insisting that she couldn’t control it, you strayed away from her. Agatha lets you go, not without keeping close eye on you. Watching you gravitate towards Lilia, Agatha internally seethes.
Lilia’s words of wisdom and talks about her travels brought you solace. It was a devastating experience to see Lilia close the Iron Maiden, locking herself in the trial room. Screaming her name, pounding on the door the tears rushed down your face. Agatha had to drag you away and calm you down, Teen staying behind to comfort Jen.
“Lilia, no. How could she?” You could help but sob at the loss of her. Falling to your knees, your face in your hands.
“There’s nothing we could’ve done.” Agatha rests her hand in your shoulder, lightly squeezing it. Wiping your tears, you stood up brushing yourself off.
“Stay with me. I want- no need you by my side.” Agatha’s voice firmed, “You need someone to take care of you.”
“No I don’t. You think I’m weak don’t you?” Your face twists in irritation.
“That’s not what I’m saying.” Her fists clenching and unclenching.
“Then what exactly are you saying, Agatha?” You exasperated, throwing your hands up.
“In certain situations I can protect you. That’s all I want to do, darling.” She reached out to you, retracting her hands when you stepped away.
“I can protect myself. We’re almost at the end.” You walk back to gather Jen and teen, leaving Agatha alone.
Slipping into your shoes everything goes black until slit of light appears, revealing Agatha pulling you out of a body bag, “It’s alright dear. It’s just the last trial.” Observing Jen unbind herself and Teen find a body for his brother, your hope shrunk as they disappeared from the trial room.
You remained silent as Agatha grieved, planting something in the ground. You rested beside her as she cried, rubbing circles on her back. Humming a small tune you watched the lights go out by the second; attempting to make peace that this might be the end.
Agatha’s gasp caused you to look down where you saw a dandelion growing from the soil. As the ceiling started crashing down Agatha pulled you up from the floor, guiding you to the door. Coming out of the trial room you both find yourselves in Agatha’s backyard, Teen and Jen waiting for you both. Teen offered Agatha some of his power only is she doesn’t take all of it.
Watching Jen and Teen leave, you stared in thought. The Road was a waste. You didn’t find your coven, the one that Agatha conjured up dropped like flies. Back to square one with a heavy heart in your chest. A soft grip on your wrist pulled you out your bleak thoughts, but you didn’t face her.
“You think The Road didn’t give you what you needed, but it did. You’re just too stubborn to see it. The companionship you crave so much, you don’t a coven… you just need me.” Agatha’s pupils turned purple as your mind grew hazy, struggling for clarity.
“Shh…don’t fight it, darling. I’ve got you.” Agatha’s honeyed voice rang through vividly. Holding you tight against her chest, Agatha pressed her fingers closer to your temple, “I failed to protect someone once, I won’t let the same happen to you.”
#agatha harkness#agatha harkness x reader#agatha harkness x fem!reader#Agatha harkness x female reader#agatha harkness x you#agatha harkness x y/n#dark Agatha harkness#yandere Agatha harkness#rezwrites
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nurse ᥫ᭡ a.ness
alexis ness gets injured from soccer. kaiser taking him home, he spends the day under your care
𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 fill the room, the soccer player has yet to get comfortable on his couch. His right leg propped up after suffering a terrible injury. Kaiser just stands there, staring at his misery, bouncing his leg up and down impatiently.
“When are they gonna come?” The blue haired man asked, “Waiting all day isn’t exactly my specialty, Alexis.”
The shorter man quickly comes to your defense. Forgetting his injury, he abruptly gets up, but he then almost screams in pain with the stress on his knee. Keys then fiddle with the door outside, prompting Kaiser to dash to the location. You sprint pass the tall man to get to (your favorite) German. Kneeling in front of the couch, you examine his knee with concern.
“Are you okay? I heard a noise from outside.” You question your lover.
He grunts for a moment but responds with that sweet voice of his, “Of course, meine hübsche.” (my pretty)
You give a small chuckle as you stare at his leg more intently, using your experience as a nurse to tend to your boyfriend. You ask the normal questions; did you take your medicine, how’s the pain 1-10, etc. After caring for your partner, you notice a tall figure still standing in front of the door.
“This is disgusting, I’m leaving.” Is all Kaiser said before he makes his departure. You have no idea how your angel of a boyfriend ever even liked that demon. Not trying to toot your own horn here but… you like to say you take much better care of him than Kaiser ever will.
“You okay, beautiful?” Ness asked, it only melts your heart more. This guy could literally beat up a person and you would just stare with big red hearts as eyes, it was so cartoonish your love for him. What was even more silly was his love for you. He would turn the world upside down, left and right, and end it if you gave him the word. It truly came out of a fairytale – his everlasting love for you. Some called it like a dog and master, but it was much more. If it truly was dog and master, you would be the unconditional loving dog who worshiped Ness, you would do just as crazy a thing for him just as he would for you. It was a mutual insane obsession, some might call it unhealthy, you guys called it love.
You only smile at him and give a chaste kiss to his cute forehead, making sure to get straight in the middle. You travel over to your kitchen – one that you rarely used when Ness is over as he always suggested going on a date to a fancy restaurant, but now here you are making your best to imitate the cuisine from his favorite German restaurant. If Ness was gonna spend the next couple weeks on your couch, isolated from the world, he was gonna get the best food he got since his birth.
You sang delightfully in tune with the song, Chemtrails Over the Country Club by Lana del Rey played on the speaker. Cooking some meat, Ness layed there, staring at the most ethereal person attempt to cook him a five star meal (you would fail but he wouldn’t tell you). God he wish he could capture this moment on his camera so he could keep a physical copy, but he supposes a phone will do.
After eating a sweet treat for dessert (which ended up being ice cream because somehow you fucked up the original dessert). You hold Ness on your shoulder, traveling to your room so you have easier access to him in the middle of the night. Unsurprisingly being extremely heavy, it takes a while before you settle your boyfriend on the bed.
“Wait here, I have to get the kit.” You state before heading to the restroom. It only takes a few seconds but you come back with gauze and other materials to rebandage the injury. No words are said as you focus on his knee, with the silence saying everything that's needed. Ness once again oogles at your focused state, making him question if he should visit you at work more often. Phantom hearts fill his eyes, thoughts of you caring for him, this time with a ring on your finger flood his mind. He wonders if he should start getting injured more – but then you would have to worry more and he doesn’t want that. However, seeing you here, with the soft orange light from the lamp capturing your features beautifully. He feels like home here, maybe he will move in with you next month. After all, no house is a home without your presence to warm it.
Putting the kit back, you come back to bed with pajamas. You guys set your TV on a show, and although you don’t particularly find it entertaining, hearing Ness laugh next to you is a more than good enough reason to keep it running.
And when the lights go off, when it’s just you two in the dark in your bed – that's when most of the memories happen, the talks, the jokes, the moments of adoration of the other, where one could stare at the other’s resting figure and recollect the day. Where you two laugh at Ness’s new lockscreen of you cooking peacefully in the kitchen.
@lakeside-paradise @tofumiarchives @rini-rushed @shrii-kk
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(Psst, read this!) Welcome Notti's "Not So Innocent" Notebook where I write some filth to make your Monday a little bit better <3 || 18+ mdni pls and ty
You and Mafia!Carlos Sainz have a messy kind of relationship. A tension that doesn't seem to dissipate as you both end up together, unable to keep your hands off one and other every time.
an: guys is my music inspo getting boring now because this is ANOTHER NOTEBOOK ENTRY inspired by a tiny lyric. anywho, the song is called "Sickly Sweet" by NewDad if you want to give it a listen!
You couldn’t do it again. Not now, not ever.
Strongly gripping onto your wine glass, you bit your tongue in irritation, deeply lost in your irked thoughts. How could you have been so careless? You’d told yourself over and over and even more over again that you wouldn’t be drawn into his wicked games. But here you were, standing around looking pretty, drawn to his estate like a moth to a flame.
Carlos Sainz was trouble. Big trouble, at that. He always had been. If he wasn’t trouble, he wouldn’t have acclaimed the reputation he did throughout Madrid. A dark shadow cast across the city, bringing Hell and suffering with it, crashing onto the innocent citizens like a wave.
Filthy businesses, the elites he’d been able to buy and bribe, large, wealthy empires built on crimson bloodshed that stained the pavements, people used as leverage and intel on the daily— the bitter reality churned with the burning alcohol in your stomach, the thought making you sick.
Maybe it was the thrill you clung onto. The fact that it wasn’t right, the knowledge that it never would be right morally, that kept making you crawl back hopelessly. The adrenaline of unleashing the beast inside of him, the sexual ferocity in his grip as he groped and touched every inch of your skin, the passion that coursed and shocked like electricity inside both of your bodies as you made messy love.
It’s not like it ended any differently. The finale was like clockwork, limbs tangled in twisted satin sheets, hands ever so gently intertwined, dried sweat and other human juices clinging onto your bare bodies as you bathed in the early morning sunlight— dishevelled, but content. Sexual bliss, or even a honeymoon period, perhaps as you crashed down from the high.
The feeling was too comfortable. It always was. It felt domesticated, too loving, too simple, as he pressed a soft kiss to the temple and muttered, “I love you, I’m sorry.” whilst you both stirred. Words and actions you’d felt and heard from the kingpin too many times before.
God, he was a walking juxtaposition. How the hell could a man so beautifully clean, fresh, neat and trimmed be so sickening to the stomach because of his occupation? His name? His status?
It was an intoxicating love affair. As if you both shared a sweet bite of each other, (in this instance, the sex), before the taste soured in your mouth, a bottomless pit of dread and regret pooling inside you, corrupting the one inkling of peace you’d both had together.
Messy was the only way to describe the ordeal. Maybe a good type of messy, (the type of messy that made you feel like a hormonal teenager experiencing sex for the first time– the type that makes your insides flip and turn fuzzy), because you were drawn deeper and deeper into his dark world of criminal boss madness.
Carlos himself wasn’t any better. To him, you were as addictive as a drug he desperately tried to quit, becoming love-drunk in your presence. Before he then inevitably fell into an obsessive spiral into getting you back. Not only in his arms, but in his bed, and fully in his life again.
Everything about you, in Carlos’s eyes anyways, was overwhelmingly magnetic. Soft curves and contours that complimented the sleazy designer dresses you wore like it was made solely for your body alone; plump, reddened lips that the sweetest of moans escaped from; pretty tits he could rub and pinch whenever he pleased; the wonderfully curved ass he cupped and slapped with ease; the richness of the colour of your hair, flowing graciously off of your shoulders…
It was a feeling and vivid memory he wanted to cling onto forever.
So that’s how you ended up here, dolled up and looking lavish on behalf of the Spaniard’s request, at one of his drab social events held at his estate. Gazes burnt holes into your form, men armed silently with guns and noticeably double your age, ogling dangerously for a second too long.
The air was suffocating. The clientele inside Sainz’s compound stunk of wealth, a fortune you yourself didn’t have. Lost in thought, you bit the inside of your cheek, the metallic bitterness simmering on your tongue.
“Thought I might’ve found you here, princesa,” a deep, thick accented voice spoke from the side of you, breaking your stream of consciousness. “Tense as always, I see,” the innocent tease made the man chuckle, despite your lack of amusement.
“Carlos,” you acknowledged, body burning but still looking ahead, before taking a brief sip from your glass.
“Do I not get the privilege of seeing your eyes?” he asked, before tutting disapprovingly. “It’s not polite to look away when someone’s speaking to you, nena,” he added, giving you a knowing glance.
The nicknames made your jaw tense and lock into place, the whites of your knuckles more visible as your body language tightened, posture stiffening. “Maybe you don’t deserve the privilege of seeing my face,” you bit back, voice spewing venom with each syllable.
He tutted again unamused by your witty remarks, arm coming to ghost over your shoulder, fingertips lazily brushing against your back. “That’s not very nice, is it?” he murmured lowly into your ear, words pooling thickly like honey. “Anyways, if you didn’t want to see me, then you wouldn’t be here.”
That comment wounded you even more. The tight coil of your wit nearly snapping as you couldn’t describe your emotion. Was it anger? Envy? Lust? The feeling unfathomable as you pressed the wine glass to your lips in response, drinking the rest of the liquid in one gulp, allowing the burning sensation to scorch your throat.
Tiny touches toyed with the flimsy straps of your dress, whilst you both looked forward, the silence heavy and palpable in the bustle of Carlos’s closest contacts and filthy assets who paraded the largely decorated room.
A faint flush burnt into your cheeks, gaze and tone dismissive, “I came for the free booze.”
“And now you’re a liar!” he exclaimed with amusement. His accent was like tar, low and gooey, as hot breath brushed against the shell of your ear, “We both know why you’re here. What's the point in lying, sweetheart?”
You bit the inside of your cheek again, nervous hands now playing with the hem of your skirt as Carlos continued to trail his own against your back, his motions creating soft, spontaneous patterns against the bare flesh.
“Can we go someplace quieter?” you blurted, eyes finally meeting his doe brown ones for the first time of the evening. “It’s stifling in here,” you muttered, a clammy palm rubbing against your arm slightly awkwardly.
Flashing his signature wolfish grin, he hummed contently. “That,” he began, the hand ghosting your back coming to snake around your waist, giving your hip a slight squeeze, “I can do, mi vida.”
Gazes burnt into you as other members of the party watched you leave the lavish hall with Carlos by your side. The winding corridors made the music seem distant, the melodies now distorted and humming faintly.
His eyes were hungry, you could sense that, as his spare hand came to grip the brass door handle in front of you, swinging the door open. “After you,” he motioned with such grace, stalking closely behind as you walked into the room.
Carlos Sainz’s office also reeked of wealth. The antique oak bookcases lining the walls, vintage leather chairs surrounding the polished wooden desk, his own portrait— hand painted with precision— staring down at you with that same authoritative glint in his animated eye.
“Is this more to your liking, darling?” His voice quickly broke you out of your drifting consciousness, a large hand coming to grip your wrist gently, before pressing your back into the edge of the desk in the middle of the room.
Briefly nodding, suddenly your shallow breathing mingled with his own steady breaths, the tension electric, dark eyes locking onto your wide ones.
“You don't know how badly I want you,” he mumbled, nose nuzzling your own as his hand slipped from your wrist to cupping your burning cheek. “How badly I need this,” his voice was breathy, the heat from his words dangerously fanning against your lips.
A gentle thumb brushed against the apple of your cheek, a crawling flush following in the calloused pad’s wake. Your own hand snaked around to his neck, “I want it too,” a whispered response followed as the slight pressure pushed his lips softly onto your own.
His smoky musk-like taste seeped into your mouth, as your lips magnetically intertwined, fighting for dominance. Breathing hitched, soft moans and groans echoed around the room when Carlos’s tongue dipped into your mouth. Frantic hands groping each other followed, tugging at any fabric they could grasp in your shared lustful frenzy.
Like a lone spark reacting with oxygen, the passion rekindled swiftly, the intensity of the flame rising as heat pooled to your core. Shared saliva mingled in your mouth, his tongue twisting and gliding over your own as his lips muffled your growing whimpers and moans. Fingers digging into your hips, lifting you onto the oak table with ease, kissing with the same passion as before.
Frantic fingers fumbled with his shirt’s buttons, before the fabric finally fell off of his back, your nails digging into his shoulders, muscles flexing in the shimmering moonlight. A breathy gasp escaped your lips as his own hungry fingertips found your flimsy straps again, pulling down your dress so it was hanging on your stomach, breasts spilling out gracefully.
His fingertips found your nipples, rolling the nubs into hardened, sensitive peaks as a whine escaped, silenced by another searing kiss. His hardening erection ground into your clothed cunt, the sensation burning your core, sending shocks of pleasure around your overheating body, his hands gripping your boobs in a lusty death grip.
“Carlos—” you whined breathlessly against his lips, hips bucking against his clothed cock like a bitch in heat. “Please…” you pleaded, puppy eyes meeting his darkened brown ones.
That small voice spoke volumes. His belt left his trousers, the soft clink heard as it dropped to the floor. Arms tangled around your half-naked body as his large palms left your breasts, pushing you against the cold oak, the sensation against your back tingling.
His pants slid down his legs, resting at his ankles as he allowed his hard length to bounce back as he revealed it from his boxers slowly, eye contact intense as he did so.
“Is this what you want?” a guttural, deep voice questioned as he gave the already throbbing shaft a few pumps, pre-cum angrily leaking from its tip. “Show me that you want it,” he challenged with a hungry growl.
Within an instant, your hands glided down to your burning cunt, fingertips hooking underneath your panties waistband, before pulling them down to your ankles as well.
Back arched as you dipped two fingers into your pulsing clit, spreading your pussy apart for him to see, juices leaking onto the desk below you, pooling as you panted.
“Please, Carlos,” you begged helplessly again, your bottom lip bouncing back from being caught in your teeth, chest rising and falling erratically with your overbearing need for him. “I need you.”
Carlos licked his lips at the sight of your leaking cunt, large hands coming to grip your thighs tightly, keeping them spread with ease.
He pointed the reddened tip at your folds, before thrusting deeply into your pussy in one sharp movement. A loud moan escaped your lips, hips bucking upwards to meet his controlled thrusts deep into your cunt.
Thumb trailed to your clit, adding extra stimulation as he twirled circles around it, allowing more moans to escape your lips uncontrollably. Eyes began to roll back in pleasure as your walls fluttered against Carlos’s cock, chasing your release relentlessly.
“Fuck, so good f’me, princesa,” he gruffly panted, gripping your thighs so tightly they started to bruise, thrusts deeper and harder as he chased his own release with gritted teeth. His mind was going fuzzy with the pleasure, the only sounds heard from inside the room being low groans and high pitched moans.
The coiled tightened in your stomach, the intensity of your orgasm reaching its peak as you cried out, hips moving with Carlos’s raging rhythm, walls fluttering against his cock, tightly milking him dry as your eyes went fully backwards.
You gasped, eyes widened as you rode out your high, followed with Carlos pushing himself deep inside of you, his cum shooting out of his length, your walls squeezing him dry as the ropes leaked out of your aching cunt.
Smiling whilst dazed, Carlos slipped his softening dick out of your pussy. You giggled, “thank you, Carlos,” you added with a cheeky grin, your combined juices leaking down your thigh onto the desk below.
He laughed a breathy laugh in return, lips lingering above your temple, before pressing a soft kiss there. “You're welcome, cariño,” he chuckled with a smirk, before straightening himself up, reaching for his boxers.
“You better get yourself cleaned, princesa. There's still a party happening to attend,” he hummed contently.
mafia carlos IM RIGHT HERE BABY. i don't care if your job is toxic and crazy as shit I'M RIGHT HERE. i'm going to lose the plot. - notti <3
#nottivagos#f1#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#f1 scenarios#carlos sainz#f1 x reader#carlos#carlos sainz drabbles#f1 carlos#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz imagines#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz jr#scuderia ferrari#cs55
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F1 but it’s ultra specific ship dynamics that I need in order to enjoy the ship:
Versainz: baby’s first situationship (literally pentaltyboxbox’s art is my versainz thesis. “Ay, Max, no. I am not gay and neither are you” 🤨) teammates who weren’t supposed to like each other reluctantly becoming friends and then being intricately connected for the rest of their careers. But totally not in a gay way. Of course.
Chestappen: repressed catholic and some guy who needs dilf pussy so bad he wants to kill himself (this is deeply important to me)
Strollonso: Brat princess Lance. Heros and anti-heroes. I’m on the dark side. Tell Lance not to worry I just want to build a gap with the cars behind. You’re my fucking hero.
Carlando: Baby’s first situationship pt.2?? Lando with a massive crush, first real boyfriend Carlos….i need there to be angst. Lando fell first AND harder, etc.
Britcedes/Gewis: George fumbling all over himself trying to impress Lewis, Lewis just thinking he’s cute no matter what. It’s the coolest man alive/weird little freak he’s obsessed with pairing of my dreams. George: this is my boyfriend he’s cooler than me and also he’s cooler than all of you.
Maxiel: first love married divorced remarried pining missing something that maybe was never there will they won’t they one big game of gay chicken healing from baby’s first situationship etc etc etc (I adore them)
Dando: trying to find solace in another, longing for someone you can’t get back, subversion of expected dynamics (controversial: I fully believe Lando tops in this one). But also. They need to have one brain cell. Lando blabbing on about god knows what. Daniel sweating and popping a vein bc of how much he needs to kiss him.
Twinklaren/Landoscar: third time’s the charm, oh you’re the one I’ve been waiting for, tender glances, young love, first teammate crush syndrome
Danterri: we had something weird in the past. “Find another weed guy I can’t fuck with you…uhhhmm nothing personal I can’t fall in love right now and youre Everything I love so if I ever see you again I’ll never let go of your hand sooo yeah” (we’ve all seen that one web weaving.) Are you dating the female version of me?
Lecciardo: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN VEGAS. Charles needs dick from a guy with unstoppable charisma soooooo bad. Fueling each other’s impulsive sides, etc etc
Sebchal: baby’s first situationship (Charles’ version) (from the vault) I miss you so much I’m going to listen to breakup songs all night long. I still think of you every day. I named you twice in a list of drivers. You may even kiss. If it was the omegaverse Seb is so obviously an alpha.
Brocedes: if it doesn’t make me physically sick to my stomach with anguish I do not want it. I hope you die I hope we both die. Hand in unlovable hand. I still consider him my best friend in my heart. We’re not friends. Are they lovers? Worse.
Chewis (Charles/Lewis. I recognise this is also the name for Checo/Lewis. What is the Charles/Lewis name?) me and the bad bitch I pulled by being in violation of that one article section. You know the post. They suffer together. Kinship in joint pain. You’ve got a long future ahead of you. Praise kink.
Let me know if you want a part 2, if so, send ships you want!
#PLEASE SEND ME FIC RECS#versainz#chestappen#strollonso#carlando#britcedes#maxiel#dando#twinklaren#mctwinks#landoscar#danterri#lecciardo#sebchal#brocedes#chewis#my post#max verstappen#carlos sainz#charles leclerc#lance stroll#fernando alonso#lando norris#george russell#lewis hamilton#daniel ricciardo#valterri bottas#sebastian vettel#nico rosberg#f1
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Obsessed. ! H. TS x reader

Contains: fluff, tooth aching fluff at the end..., toxic behavior, insecurities from reader's side, friends to lovers, non-idol! taesan x fem! reader. (WC: 1.922)
A/N: my longest work yet... Inspired by Olivia Rodrigo's song 'obsessed' !! sorry for my dyslexia!

“Taesan, show her around,” the teacher said, staring at the tall black-haired guy who was distracted talking with a friend. He was handsome—sharp features, plump lips, a pretty jawline… I just smiled awkwardly as he sighed and stood up.
“Yes, sir,” he said, walking towards the door and opening it, looking back at me and waiting. “Come on,” he said, and I excused myself before following him around as he showed me the different classrooms, public spaces, gardens, etc. He was kind and soft-spoken, showing an expected laid-back behavior as I just followed him quietly, trying to pay attention and remember everything.
That’s how Taesan’s and I friendship started—that’s how I ended up joining his little group of friends. Taesan was very social, and popular too, but nothing I wouldn’t have expected already.
When Taesan and I met, he had a girlfriend: Seunghee. A fashion student, loved daughter, newbie actress, influencer—just another nepo baby with a mean girl attitude that made me roll my eyes every time I was near her. Two months later, Seunghee and Taesan broke up because they weren’t hitting things off very well, and she was becoming a pretty big influencer. That meant meeting more handsome men with more money and fame, which was basically the only thing a nepo baby cared about.
Taesan suffered over the breakup a bit, saying how he really wanted to work things out and whatnot, while his friends told him he could do so much better and that she was a bitch anyway—something I wholeheartedly agreed with.
After some weeks, he was fine again, and we even got to be closer since there was nothing stopping us anymore. He was nice, smart, funny—he really was the whole package. We would meet at his house with the guys, go for coffee, or just meet up to study. In the meantime, as I unconsciously half-consciously developed a crush on him, I started putting more effort into my appearance and looks. I had bought new clothes—pretty clothes that showed off my figure, but nothing exaggerated, keeping comfort as a priority. I decided to dye my hair a sweet, honey-like color that fit me really well. It looked so good, everyone kept complimenting me.
The next day, as I went to university, everyone started looking at me weirdly, making me start to overthink. I decided to ignore it and just went to class—only to walk into a nightmare.
Seunghee had gotten her hair done too… the exact same color, length, wave, everything. I looked at her confused and she did too.
“Did you copy me?” she asked, clearly bothered.
I scoffed. “Copy you? I’d rather die before copying you,” I said, as whispers started going around. Taesan and the guys looked surprised themselves. As I sat down next to Taesan, I just took off his cap and put it on.
“Yeah, sure, go ahead,” he said mockingly, since I hadn’t asked for permission. Starting that day, one of my nicknames became Seunghee’s copycat—a name I couldn’t hate more in the whole world.
I was walking out of class when I suddenly felt someone grab my arm, making me turn around. I looked at him confused, but somehow, he looked at me confused too. Not even two seconds later, my expression turned annoyed.
“There’s no way you just confused me with your ex,” I said, clearly bothered.
He licked his lips nervously. “No, I promise not… I was going to ask if you… wanted to meet up tomorrow for coffee?”
I sighed and pulled my arm from his grip. “I’m busy,” I said dryly, then just walked away. That was my last straw. After that, I changed my hair back to black.
After that day, Taesan kept apologizing—bringing me flowers and even snacks to my dorm out of nowhere. So, I decided to let it go, and it actually didn’t take long for us to start dating.
We were a great couple, of course. We matched each other’s energy, were comfortable around one another, had study dates as we coffee-hopped around town, went to the gym together, and so much more. He was really an amazing boyfriend. News of us dating went around the whole university, but we didn’t mind—after all, it was normal.
One day, after our lessons ended, Taesan left a kiss on my forehead.
“I’ll leave now, I’ll see you later. I love you!!” he said as he picked up his stuff and left almost running, since he had an event with the guys and they couldn’t miss the bus.
I just smiled as he left and picked up my stuff normally—until I saw someone placing their books on my table.
“He’s only dating you ’cause you’re my lookalike,” Seunghee said, her voice filled with contempt.
I said nothing.
“Really… you’re nothing compared to me. I’m rich, pretty, famous… what would you have that I don’t?”
I scoffed nasally. “Taesan as my boyfriend? Maybe?” I asked sarcastically, then picked up my backpack. “I don’t care about you, Seunghee. He doesn’t either. He’s over you… you should move on too. After all, you were the one who hurt him and broke things off just because you stopped finding him attractive after you got surrounded by richer men.”
I smiled and walked away. I felt proud for standing up to her, but… there was something in her words, something about the way she said them so surely, that made me feel uneasy.
Taesan’s and I relationship was still great, but I started feeling insecure. One late night as I laid in his bed waiting for him, I laid down on his side of the bed, facing my side… but it didn’t take long before I started picturing Seunghee laying there—in my place. I quickly stood up and left the room.
The next few days, I felt off. Closed off. I became obsessed with Seunghee. I watched all the series she appeared in. I paid attention to the details of her outfits, the way she talked, moved, ate. I checked everything she posted on Instagram. I knew everything about her—her zodiac sign, blood type, even what she ate yesterday, all because of a stupid live she did that I watched while having dinner.
I stared at her in class like I was about to pick a fight, but really, I was just drowning in thoughts and insecurities.
“Are you okay?” Taesan asked, pulling me out of my trance.
We were in his room, studying for finals with some coffee, kind of cuddled up—my leg draped over his. He rubbed my thigh softly, caressing it with his thumb.
“Hmm? Yeah… just, I don’t know,” I said, sighing as I looked back at my notebook.
He nodded without much thought and we continued studying. But I looked at the bed again, picturing Seunghee laying there, and sighed, putting my pencil down.
“What’s wrong?”
“Is Seunghee close with the guys?” I asked.
He raised an eyebrow. “No, we all stopped talking to her after we broke up. Why?”
“No reason…” I said softly, returning to my notebook. “Was she good in bed?” I asked quickly, biting my lower lip as soon as the words left my mouth.
Taesan put his pen down and looked at me, his hand returning to my thigh.
“Y/N… what’s going on?”
“I’m just curious.”
He sighed, glancing around for a second. “No, she wasn’t… she was lazy. A pillow princess. Not enjoyable… happy?”
I pressed my lips together slightly. That was good—he basically said he didn’t enjoy it, right?
“Do you ever think about her?”
“Y/N…”
“No, it’s fine! Really, it doesn’t matter. Tell me, please. I’m just curious,” I said, trying to sound convincing.
Taesan looked at me for a moment. “I don’t.”
“Was she easygoing? Controlling? Well-traveled? Well-read?”
“No, Y/N, she wasn’t. She acted like a spoiled kid all the time, and the only reason she wasn’t controlling was because she was too busy with her influencer career to care.”
I let out a small sigh. He stood up and started cleaning up the table, putting our books aside. I stayed seated, lost in thought. Then I felt his hands on my waist as he lifted me and set me on the table. I looked at him wide-eyed, slightly scared I might’ve upset him, but he just stood between my legs and caressed my waist, kissing my forehead.
“Y/N, what made you start to overthink things, my dear?”
I stayed silent for a moment, then sighed and looked into his eyes.
“The day… the day you left class early for the event with the guys… Seunghee came to me and told me that the only reason you were with me was because I looked like her. At first I didn’t overthink it, I promise… but then I remembered when you mistook me for her because we had the same hairstyle. And it makes me wonder if you ever see her in me…”
I whispered the last part, looking down. He let out a soft chuckle and gently lifted my chin with his fingers.
“Y/N… it’s true that I confused you with her that day, but that was only because I was in a rush. A rush to give her back her things before she left—so we wouldn’t have any more excuses to talk. I don’t see her in you at all. Every time I looked at her, I saw someone selfish, a distraction, a spoiled brat. Someone I stayed with because she seemed fun and was kind sometimes.
“But when I look at you, Y/N…”
He smiled, cupping my face and caressing my cheeks.
“I see the person I want to change for. Someone who makes me want to be better. Someone who supports me. Someone I love and who makes me feel loved. I see a girl with a pretty smile, kind personality, who’s funny… someone that matches my energy like no other. I see someone I’d be willing to spend the rest of my life with…”
He tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
“I love you, Y/N. And no one is ever going to compare to you—not even in the slightest. You may not be my first… but I want you to be my last.”
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