#I'm not dead I swear 🙏

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i've been busy (procrastinating writing, grinding different games, dnd shenanigans) so I haven't really been reblogging or making any jrwi posts

COUGHCOUGHor many posts at allCOUGH

thats also just on account of my jrwi fixation going into hibernation for the winter, but !!!!!

THE...... BEAST. COAL

I HAVE A NEW FAVORITE TOON

SHE'S SO LARGE AND CLUNKY AND SHE HAS SUCH A MASSIVE FOREHEAD AND I LOVE HER

when riptide comes back I'll probably crash and burn back into the obsession but for now, other things have my attention 😭

that rhymed

[hanniewho]

⋆˚࿔ Vivid Dreams𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⋆˚࿔ Summary: You told your roommate about your vivid dreams, but now you don't think it's a dream anymore.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Notes: I'm sorry for not posting for a few days. I got caught up with my graphic design project, and I had to walk around the city to take pictures, and my feet are killing me. I'll answer some of you guys' request ASAP 🙏

𐙚˙✧˖° Words: 6.0k

༘ ⋆｡ ˚ Warnings: Noncon, Creampie, Overstimulating, Fingering, Degrading, Name calling (slut), P in V, Squirting, Slapping, Slight choking in you squint, Manipulation, Telling her that you love her as she fuck you w/o your consent, Porn mentioned, Spitting. (Lmk if I miss anything :3)

⋆✦ Pairings:Pitfighter g!p Vi x Afab reader and a bit of jinx(your roomie)

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

"You know, I've had the strangest dream again," you murmured, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Your roommate, Jinx, barely glanced up from her book, a non-committal "Mm-hmm" her only response as she flipped a page.

"It's always the same, you know? This...this woman with the most piercing eyes I've ever seen. She's powerful, dangerous even. And she keeps telling me things I don't understand." You paused, watching Jinx's reaction, hoping for something, anything that suggested she was actually listening. But her gaze remained glued to the book in front of her.

"Jinx, are you even listening to me?" you sighed, a hint of frustration tinting your voice.

Your roommate, Jinx, looked up from her book with a sheepish grin, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "Huh? Oh, sorry, I zoned out for a sec. What were you saying?"

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but return the smile. "It's fine," you said, standing up from your bed. "It's probably just my mind playing tricks on me anyway." You walked over to the small kitchenette and began rummaging through the cabinets for a snack to curb the early morning hunger pangs. The apartment was silent except for the faint rustle of pages turning as Jinx went back to her book.

As you pulled out a box of crackers, she looked up, suddenly alert. "Oh, uh, hey, have you had someone over last night?" she asked, her tone casual but the curiosity in her eyes unmistakable.

You froze mid-reach, crackers in hand, and turned to face her. "What? No, why?"

Jinx's cheeks flushed a vibrant shade of red as she hastily closed her book. "Well, uh, it's going to be awkward, but last night when I was fixing my gun, I heard some... sounds coming from your room." She paused, searching for the right words, then blurted out, "It sounded like you were having sex, or I- ARE YOU WATCHING PORN?" The accusation hung in the air, awkwardness thickening like smoke in a closed room.

You stared at her, crackers forgotten in your hand. "What? No, I was just sleeping!" you protested, feeling your own cheeks grow hot. "What makes you think that?"

Jinx bit her lip, her eyes narrowing as she studied you. "Well, it's not every night I hear someone going 'plap, plap, plap' in there," she said, mimicking the sound with a teasing smirk. "It's like someone's slapping a fish around or something."

You furrowed your brows, utterly confused by her accusation. "Jinx, I was alone. I swear," you said, your voice firm. "It's probably just the pipes or something." But even as you said it, doubt began to creep in. The dream had felt so real, so vivid. Could it be more than just your subconscious playing tricks on you?

Jinx's smirk faltered, and she leaned back in her chair, eyeing you skeptically. "You sure?" she pressed, her curiosity not quite satisfied.

You nodded, setting the crackers on the counter. "Positive," you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. "I was just sleeping." But the memory of the dream washed over you again, the feeling of fullness and the sound of your own voice crying out in pleasure echoing in your mind. It had been so intense, so real, that you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than just a vivid fantasy.

Jinx leaned back in her chair, her curiosity piqued. She tapped her chin with a finger, her eyes drifting off into the distance as if piecing together a puzzle. "So, about your dreams," she began, pausing to gauge your reaction. "What really happened?"

You turned to face her, the memory of the dream still lingering in your mind. The woman from your dream, her eyes so intense and filled with passion, had felt so real. "It's nothing," you replied, trying to brush it off, but your voice betrayed you, shaky and uncertain.

Jinx's eyes searched yours, and she leaned forward, placing her book aside. "Look, if something's going on, you can tell me," she said gently. "You know I'm not going to judge."

You sighed, feeling the weight of the secret pressing down on you. "It's just...it's so weird. In the dream, she was...doing things to me," you admitted, your voice dropping to a whisper. "And it didn't feel wrong, or scary. It just felt...good."

Jinx's gaze softened, and she reached out to place a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. Dreams are just that - dreams," she assured you, her voice soothing. "But if you want to talk about it, I'm here for you."

You took a deep breath, weighing your options. You hadn't told anyone about the dreams, not even your closest friends. But there was something about Jinx that made you feel like you could trust her with the darkest of your secrets. So, you decided to take a risk and opened up. You recounted the dream in detail, the way the mysterious woman had taken you in her arms, the sound of her breath against your neck, the feeling of her hips grinding against yours. Jinx's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't interrupt, just nodded along, listening intently.

When you finished, you felt both relieved and embarrassed. You avoided eye contact, focusing instead on the crackers you hadn't realized you were still holding. "It's just so... intense," you murmured, fidgeting with the box. "I don't even know who she is, and yet she's all I can think about."

Jinx was quiet for a moment, processing your words. Then she leaned in, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Well, what does she look like?" she asked, a playful lilt to her voice.

You described the woman from your dream: her short, spiky hair, the muscular physique that spoke of strength and agility, and the piercing gaze that had you feeling both vulnerable and safe. As you talked, Jinx's expression grew thoughtful. "Hmm," she murmured, her eyes lighting up with an idea. "I might know someone who fits that description."

Her words sent a jolt of excitement through you, and you turned to face her fully. "What? Who?"

Jinx's grin grew wider as she leaned back in her chair. "My sister," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Vi. She's got that same look in her eyes when she's... concentrating. And she's definitely got the moves."

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Vi. The woman from your dreams had the same name as Jinx's sister? It couldn't be a coincidence, could it? "Vi?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper. "Your sister?"

Jinx nodded, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Yeah, you know, the one who's always breaking down doors and causing a ruckus?"

You felt your cheeks flush hotter. "I-I don't know what to say."

Jinx leaned forward, her grin morphing into a smug smirk. "Well, if you're that interested, I might be able to arrange a meeting."

You stared at her, your heart racing. "What? No, I didn't mean..." You trailed off, your thoughts tangling in a mess of excitement and anxiety. "It's just that the dreams are so intense," you protested weakly.

Jinx's smirk grew knowing. "Intense, huh?" she said, her tone teasing. "Well, if you're ever curious about the real deal, you know where to find her. But maybe you should tell her you're a fan first."

You laughed nervously, shaking your head. "I don't know if I could handle that. Besides, it's just a dream," you said, trying to convince yourself more than anything. But the way Jinx's eyes gleamed with mischief had you wondering if there was more to the story.

Jinx shrugged, picking her book back up. "Suit yourself," she said, her tone light. "But if you ever change your mind, just let me know."

The rest of the day was a blur. You couldn't concentrate on your classes or your studies, your mind a tumult of thoughts and sensations from the dream. Was it possible that Vi, the woman from your dreams, was actually Jinx's sister? And if so, what did that mean? Was your subconscious playing a cruel trick on you, or was there some deeper connection at play?

That evening, as you lay in bed trying to fall asleep, the memory of Vi's powerful embrace consumed you. You felt the ache between your legs, the same ache that had been present every time you woke up from the dream. It was maddening, and yet you couldn't ignore it. The desire grew stronger, and before you knew it, your hand was moving under the covers, exploring the wetness that had gathered there.

You opened your eyes to the darkness of your room, the sound of your own breathing echoing in your ears. The dream had been so vivid, you could almost feel the weight of Vi's body on top of you, her strong thighs pressing into yours as she moved in a rhythm that was both fierce and tender. The sensation grew more intense with each passing moment, your hips bucking against the pressure of your hand.

Suddenly, the room was flooded with light, and you gasped as the figure from your dreams leaned down and kissed you hard. "Oh fuck, you're awake," she murmured against your lips, her voice a gruff whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. It was Vi, just as you had imagined, her short hair a wild mess around her face, her eyes glinting with a mix of surprise and desire.

You stared up at her, heart pounding in your chest. This couldn't be real, could it? You tried to speak, to ask what was happening, but all that came out was a strangled sound. Vi pulled back, her expression a mix of confusion and concern. "You okay?" she asked, her voice softer now.

You nodded, still unable to form coherent words. She was really here, in your room, her body pressing down on yours, her cock still inside you. You felt a mix of fear and excitement, unsure how to react.

Vi studied you for a moment before a slow, knowing smile spread across her face. "I see," she murmured, her eyes darkening. "You liked it, didn't you?"

Your body seemed to respond of its own accord, your hips moving slightly, the friction of her cock still buried inside you sending waves of pleasure through your body. You couldn't deny it, not with the evidence of your own arousal so clear. "I-I don't know," you stuttered, but the words lacked conviction.

Vi leaned closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "Lie to me again, and I'll make sure you won't be able to walk tomorrow," she whispered, a hint of a threat in her voice that only served to excite you further. Her hand slid down your body, cupping your ass and squeezing gently. You gasped, your eyes widening with surprise.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks - this wasn't a dream. This was really happening. You felt the weight of her body pressing down on you, the solidity of her cock still embedded deep inside you. The smell of sweat and sex filled the air, and you could feel your own wetness mixing with hers.

Vi took your silence as consent, her smile growing more wicked. "Good," she murmured, and began to move again, her hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips as she filled you up, the sensation of being claimed by someone so strong and dominant overwhelming.

Her hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and crevice with a hunger that was palpable. Each touch sent sparks of electricity through your nerves, making you squirm and gasp beneath her. You felt vulnerable and exposed, but instead of fear, a heady mix of desire and excitement took over.

Vi's eyes bore into yours, the intensity of her gaze stealing your breath away. "You're so fucking beautiful," she murmured, her voice a gravelly growl that resonated deep within you. The way she said it, it didn't feel like a lie or a line; it felt like a truth she had discovered and couldn't help but voice.

Your body responded to her words, your muscles tightening around her cock. She groaned, her grip on your hips tightening as she pushed deeper, her movements becoming more urgent. You felt a thrill of power, knowing that you had this effect on her, this powerful, almost mythic figure from your dreams.

Her hand slid up your body to cup your breast, her thumb flicking over your nipple. You arched into the touch, the pleasure shooting straight to your core. Vi's eyes never left yours, watching your every reaction with a hunger that was both terrifying and intoxicating.

As she picked up the pace, you felt your orgasm building, the pressure growing with each thrust. You bit your bottom lip to keep from screaming, the intensity of the sensations threatening to overwhelm you. You could feel her own need, the tension in her body as she held back, drawing out the moment.

Your hands clutched at the bedsheets, your nails digging into the fabric as you tried to anchor yourself to reality. But it was no use; you were lost in the haze of pleasure that Vi was creating. Her movements grew more erratic, her breathing ragged as she approached her climax.

You felt your own orgasm building, the tension coiling tightly in your stomach. You didn't know if you could handle this, didn't know if you wanted to. But your body had a mind of its own, responding to her touch like it had been starved for it.

Her hand slid down to the juncture of your thighs, her fingers finding your clit and beginning to rub it in a rhythm that matched the pounding of her cock. You gasped, your eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure grew too intense to bear. You could feel your muscles clench around her, desperately trying to hold onto the sensation, to keep her inside you forever.

Vi's movements grew more frenzied, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck," she muttered, her voice strained. "You're so tight, so wet." The words only served to fuel your desire, and you found yourself bucking your hips up to meet her thrusts, your body begging for more.

The sound of your skin slapping against hers filled the room, a cacophony of pleasure that seemed to resonate in your very bones. You could feel your orgasm approaching, a storm of sensation building inside you, ready to break.

Vi's hand on your clit was like a masterful conductor, guiding you closer and closer to the edge. Each stroke was precise, each touch a masterpiece of pleasure that had your toes curling and your back arching. Her teeth grazed your neck, sending shivers down your spine, and you knew you were moments away from the most powerful climax of your life.

Your body tensed, muscles coiling like a spring ready to release. With one final, deep thrust, Vi sent you over the edge, and you screamed out her name, the sound muffled by the pillow you had shoved into your mouth to stifle the noise. The pleasure washed over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing around her, clenching her cock like a vice.

Vi's own orgasm followed closely behind, her hips bucking wildly as she filled you with her release. You could feel the heat of her seed inside you, a strange, primal sensation that only added to the intensity of the moment. Her breathing was harsh and ragged in your ear, and you realized with a start that she was whispering your name, her voice filled with a raw emotion that didn't quite match the cold, calculating demeanor she usually had.

As your body began to relax, she leaned back, her eyes never leaving yours. With a sudden movement, she pulled out of you, making you gasp with the sudden emptiness. Before you could react, she brought her hand down in a harsh slap across your pussy, the sound echoing in the silent room. Your eyes snapped open, and you jolted at the unexpected pain and pleasure that shot through you.

Vi smirked, watching the shock play out across your face. "You liked that, didn't you?" she taunted, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Her hand hovered over your sensitive flesh, and you held your breath, waiting for the next slap. "I said, did you like it?" she pressed, her voice low and demanding.

You nodded, unable to form the words. The sting of her hand had sent a jolt of pleasure through you that was almost unbearable. You felt your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

"So, you liked that, huh?" Vi's smirk grew wider as she watched you squirm beneath her. She slapped your pussy once more, this time a bit harder, and you gasped aloud. "You're going to get used to this," she murmured, her voice a dark promise. "Being used like a cumdump by a girl you never even knew existed."

Your eyes watered from the pain, but the ache between your legs grew stronger. You felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, knowing that she had taken you without your consent but finding yourself desperate for more. "Vi," you whimpered, not knowing what else to say.

"That's right," she said, her voice low and smoky. "Call me by name, let me know who owns you now." Her hand moved to grip your jaw, tilting your head up to look at her. "Open your mouth, pretty girl," she ordered, her eyes gleaming with a dark excitement.

You obeyed, your mouth opening slightly, unsure of what was to come. Vi leaned down, her spit glistening in the soft light of the moon filtering through the curtains. With a flick of her tongue, she sent a wad of saliva into your mouth, watching as you closed your lips around it. The taste was surprisingly warm, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

"Swallow," she demanded, her grip on your chin firm. You did as you were told, the act strangely intimate and degrading all at once. Her saliva slid down your throat, leaving a trail of wetness that seemed to echo the wetness between your legs. Vi's eyes never left yours, her gaze a mix of challenge and triumph.

The reality of what had just happened began to sink in. You had been taken by your roommate's sister, a woman you had only ever dreamt about, while you were unconscious. It was a violation, a betrayal, and yet your body sang with satisfaction. You were torn between anger and a desperate need for more.

Vi leaned down, her breath hot against your ear. "You want me to stop?" she whispered, her voice a dark caress. You hesitated, the words on the tip of your tongue, but the truth was that you didn't. You were scared, yes, but also unbearably turned on. You bit your lip and shook your head, and Vi's grip tightened. "Good," she murmured, her teeth grazing your earlobe. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

With that, she slammed back into you, her cock filling you completely. You couldn't help but moan, the feeling of being stretched to your limits sending shivers down your spine. Your nails dug into the bedsheets as she began to fuck you with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room.

Your thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and lust. You had never experienced anything like this before, and yet you found yourself craving it, your body moving in time with hers as if you had been doing this for years. You felt like a ragdoll in her powerful grip, utterly at her mercy.

Vi's hips ground into you, her movements unrelenting as she claimed your body over and over again. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your core, making your toes curl and your breath hitch in your throat. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to process the sensations, but all you could do was feel. Feel her, inside you, dominating you.

Her hand found your throat, her thumb pressing against your pulse. "Look at me," she whispered, her voice a hoarse demand. You opened your eyes, meeting her intense gaze as she continued to fuck you, her thumb moving in slow, deliberate circles against your skin. The intimacy of the gesture was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the roughness of her movements.

The pleasure grew, a crescendo of sensation that you couldn't fight. You felt the beginnings of another orgasm building, and you whimpered, your body desperately seeking release. Vi's eyes never left yours as she drove you closer to the edge, her own breathing growing heavier, her strokes more erratic.

Her thumb pressed harder against your throat, and the sudden rush of fear only heightened the pleasure. You could feel your heart racing, your body responding to the mix of pain and pleasure in a way that was almost primal. "Beg for it," she growled, her voice thick with need. "Tell me you want it."

Your voice was hoarse from the gag of pleasure, but you managed to force out the words. "Please," you whimpered, "I want it."

Vi's grin grew wider, the power in her gaze never wavering. "Good girl," she purred, her hand tightening around your neck, the pressure just shy of painful. "You're going to come for me now."

Her words were a command, and your body obeyed. You felt the orgasm crest over you like a wave, your muscles clenching around her cock as you were consumed by the most intense pleasure you had ever felt. Your eyes rolled back in your head, a keening cry escaping your lips as you shuddered beneath her, the sensation of her thumb on your throat only amplifying the intensity.

As the climax washed over you, you felt a sudden gush of wetness, your body squirting out a warm jet that soaked the bedsheets and made Vi gasp in surprise. She stilled for a moment, her eyes going wide before a grin of pure satisfaction spread across her face. "Fuck," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "You really are something else."

You lay there, panting and trembling, the aftershocks of pleasure still rolling through you. Vi leaned down, her breath warm against your neck, and whispered, "I'm not done with you yet." Her teeth grazed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Her hand left your throat and slid down to your clit, her fingers beginning to rub it in a slow, teasing circle.

You moaned, your body already responding despite the fear and confusion clouding your mind. "No," you managed to gasp out, pushing feebly at her chest. "It's too much, I can't..."

Vi just chuckled, the sound low and dark. "You think I care?" she murmured, her eyes glinting with a sadistic excitement. She slapped your pussy again, harder this time. "I didn't ask if you could take it," she said, her voice a harsh whisper. "I'm going to use you until I'm satisfied, and you're going to take it all."

You whimpered, your body already beginning to respond to the mix of pain and pleasure. It was wrong, you knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help the way your hips lifted to meet her hand, the way your breath hitched in anticipation of the next blow.

Vi's grin grew, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "That's it," she murmured, her voice a dark purr. "You're going to be such a good little slut for me." She slapped you again, the pain making your vision swim before pleasure flooded your senses, your body arching off the bed.

Her fingers slid back inside you, pumping in and out with a rhythm that was relentless and punishing. You could feel her knuckles brushing against your clit with each thrust, sending sparks of sensation shooting through your body. You moaned, the sound muffled by the pillow still pressed to your face.

As the pleasure mounted, you felt something inside you snap. The words you had held back for so long, the words you never thought you'd say to someone like Vi, tumbled out of your mouth. "I love you," you whimpered, the confession weak and pathetic.

Vi's movements stuttered, her eyes widening with shock. For a brief moment, she seemed to freeze above you, the hand that had been so brutally claiming you going still. Then, she leaned down, her voice a low rumble. "What did you say?"

You repeated the words, your voice stronger now, though still a whisper. "I love you, Vi." It was the truth, and you didn't know why it was, but it was as clear to you as the moon outside your window. The woman who had just violated you in the most intimate way possible had somehow stolen your heart in the process.

Vi's expression softened, her eyes searching yours for a sign of deception. But all she found was raw, desperate need. Her hand stilled on your clit, her cock still buried inside you. "You don't know what you're saying," she murmured, though there was something in her tone that suggested she wasn't entirely convinced.

You shook your head, the tears of pleasure blurring your vision. "I do," you insisted, your voice a broken whisper. "I love you, Vi. I don't know why, but I do."

Vi stared at you for a moment longer, her eyes searching yours for any hint of doubt or fear. But all she saw was the truth of your words, reflected back at her in your glassy gaze. With a groan that was almost a growl, she leaned down and claimed your mouth with hers, her kiss brutal and possessive.

Her tongue invaded your mouth, tasting the sweetness of your submission as she began to fuck you once more. Each stroke was deep and hard, a declaration of ownership that resonated through your very soul. You moaned into the kiss, your body responding eagerly to her touch.

Vi's hand slid down to cup your ass, lifting you up to meet her thrusts. The angle was perfect, sending her cock deeper with each powerful push. You felt the head of her cock brush against your g-spot, the sensation making your eyes roll back in your head. "Mine," she growled against your lips, claiming you in every way possible.

Your legs wrapped around her waist, holding her tight as she ravaged you. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by your moans and her grunts of effort. It was a symphony of lust and dominance that you never wanted to end.

You gripped the headboard tightly, the wood digging into your palms as you tried to hold on to something, anything, in the face of the overwhelming pleasure. Each time she drove into you, you felt like you were being split apart, only to be put back together with a new piece of her embedded deep within you.

Her hand left your ass to wrap around your throat again, the pressure increasing slightly as she pulled back, only to slam into you with even more force. You could feel her getting closer to her own release, her body tensing and her breathing growing ragged.

With a whine of desperation, you reached up and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from your throat and instead guiding it to your chest. You needed more, something to anchor you to the world as your body was lost in the maelstrom of pleasure she was creating.

Vi's hand complied, cupping one of your breasts roughly. You moaned into her mouth, feeling her palm against your sensitive flesh, the calloused pads of her fingers grazing your nipple. The feeling was almost too much, your body already on the edge of another orgasm.

With a growl, she broke the kiss, moving her mouth down to your neck. She bit down, hard enough to leave a bruise, and you couldn't help the whine that escaped your throat. She soothed the sting with a flick of her tongue, her teeth scraping against your skin as she moved to your collarbone.

Her hand squeezed your breast, her thumb flicking your nipple in a way that sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You felt the pressure building again, your body responding to her every touch, her every move. It was like you were a marionette, and she held all the strings.

Vi's rhythm grew more erratic, her breathing harsher, and you knew she was close. You tightened your legs around her, pulling her deeper, silently begging for her to let go. You felt the head of her cock pulse inside you, and the pressure was too much to bear. With a scream that was muffled by the pillow, you came again, your body shaking with the force of it.

This time, the orgasm was accompanied by a gush of wetness that soaked the bed and spattered her face. Vi chuckled darkly, her hand coming down to pat your pussy gently as if she were praising a pet that had performed a trick. The sensation was strange, almost tender amidst the harshness of her fucking, and you squirted again, the warm liquid hitting her cheek and mixing with the sweat already there.

Vi's strokes grew harder, more demanding, as she neared her own climax. You could feel her cock swelling inside you, her hips slamming into yours with a force that was almost painful. Your eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure grew too intense to handle, your teeth digging into the pillow to keep from screaming.

Suddenly, she pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and exposed. You looked up to see her stroking her cock, her eyes never leaving yours. "You want me to cum inside you?" she asked, her voice a mix of challenge and temptation.

You nodded, unable to find the words to answer. Your body was on fire with need, and the idea of feeling her fill you up was almost too much to bear. Vi's eyes narrowed, and she leaned back in, lining herself up with your entrance. With one final, powerful thrust, she sank back into you, her cock pulsing as she reached her climax.

You felt the warmth of her release flood you, filling you completely. It was a strange feeling, one that was both humiliating and thrilling. Your body was no longer your own; it was hers to use and abuse as she saw fit. And as she emptied herself into you, you realized that you had never felt more alive.

Vi pulled out slowly, her cock leaving you with a wet pop. You felt the emptiness keenly, your body already missing the feeling of being filled by her. She sat back on her haunches, her chest heaving, and looked down at you with a smirk. "You're mine now," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Before you could react, she leaned down, her hand moving between your legs. You felt a finger slide into your pussy, and then she was scooping out the cum that had leaked out, her gaze never leaving yours. The act was strangely intimate, a claiming of your body's response to her. She brought her hand up to her mouth, her eyes never breaking contact as she licked the cum from her finger with a slow, deliberate motion.

"You taste so sweet," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to have more." The words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and anticipation. You had no idea what she had planned for you, but you knew it would be intense.

You looked up at her, trying to gather the strength to protest. "Vi, please," you gasped, your voice weak and trembling. "I can't take any more."

But Vi just smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. She leaned down, her face inches from yours, and began to pepper your cheeks with gentle kisses. Each one was like a butterfly's touch, light and feathery, a stark contrast to the brutal fucking she had just given you. She kissed your eyelids, your nose, the tip of your chin, her lips moving with a tenderness that was almost tender.

Her hand continued to play with your sensitive folds, her thumb circling your clit lazily. "You're so beautiful when you come," she whispered, her voice a soft caress. "I could watch you all night."

The gentle touch was too much, your body already overwhelmed with sensation. "Please," you begged, not sure what you were asking for. Whether you wanted her to stop or keep going, your words hung in the air, a silent plea for mercy.

Vi's eyes searched yours, the smirk slowly fading into something softer. She leaned closer, her thumb still circling your clit with a maddening gentleness. "Can I- can I kiss you?" you asked, the question barely a whisper.

For a moment, she seemed surprised, the tenderness in your voice reaching something deep within her. Her hand stilled, and she looked at you, really looked at you. Then, with a nod, she leaned in, her lips brushing yours in a kiss that was gentle and searching. It was a stark contrast to the brutality of the past moments, a kiss that seemed to carry the weight of unspoken promises and dark secrets.

Your body responded instinctively, your arms wrapping around her neck, pulling her closer. You tasted the salt of her sweat, the tang of your own arousal on her mouth. It was a heady mix that only served to heighten your need for her. Vi's hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, her fingers threading through your hair as she deepened the kiss.

For a moment, you forgot about the pain, the fear, the confusion. There was only the two of you, lost in a passion that seemed to burn brighter than the sun. Your bodies melded together, moving in a silent dance that spoke of a connection that went deeper than just flesh and bone.

Vi's thumb began to move again, her gentle strokes sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You moaned into the kiss, your hips lifting to meet her hand. She broke away, her breath hot against your cheek as she whispered, "Do you want more?"

You shake your head, "I really can't." Your voice was barely audible, a soft protest against the onslaught of desire that was consuming you. But Vi was insistent, her hand moving faster, her eyes never leaving yours. "You can," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "You're stronger than you think."

Your breathing grew more ragged, your chest heaving as you struggled for air. The room felt like it was spinning, the pressure building inside you like a volcano ready to erupt. You could feel the blood rushing to your head, the world going dark around the edges. "Vi," you gasped, your voice a desperate plea. "I'm gonna pass out."

But she just chuckled, her eyes never leaving yours. "Not yet," she murmured, her thumb moving even faster. "I want to watch you come one more time."

Your body was on the edge, teetering between agony and ecstasy. You couldn't take it anymore, but somehow, you also couldn't get enough. Vi's thumb was a brand on your clit, her hand moving with a precision that seemed to know every secret of your body. You felt the pressure building again, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to go on forever.

"Come for me," she whispered, her voice a dark caress. "Come for me, my little slut." The words sent a bolt of pleasure straight to your core, and with a scream that you didn't recognize as your own, you did. Your body arched off the bed, your back bowing as the orgasm hit you like a freight train.

You felt yourself tightening around her hand, your pussy clenching and pulsing as you spasmed beneath her. Vi's eyes were alight with triumph and hunger, watching the show she had orchestrated with a greed that was almost palpable. She didn't stop, her thumb still working your clit as you rode the waves of pleasure.

The orgasm was unlike anything you had ever felt before, a mix of pain and pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. Your toes curled and your nails dug into the bed, the fabric tearing beneath your grip. The room was a blur of sensation, your thoughts scattered to the four winds as you lost yourself in the feeling of her hand on you.

Vi's thumb didn't relent, the steady rhythm keeping you on the edge of the cliff, unable to pull back from the precipice. Your body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with sensation as she pushed you further than you had ever gone. "Vi," you whimpered, your voice a desperate plea. "Please, I can't."

But she just grinned, her eyes gleaming with a dark excitement. "You can," she whispered, her breath hot against your cheek. "You're going to come for me until I say stop."

Your eyes rolled back in your head, the world going fuzzy around the edges. You couldn't take much more of this, you were sure of it. Each stroke of her thumb was a brand, a mark of ownership that seared into your very soul. But as much as your body protested, it also craved more. The pleasure was an addiction, and Vi was your dealer.

Her hand was relentless, the strokes coming faster now, the pressure increasing until you thought you might shatter. You felt another orgasm building, a monster in the depths of your core that threatened to consume you. "No," you moaned, your voice weak and trembling. "Please, no more."

But Vi wasn't listening, her eyes locked onto yours, her expression one of pure, unbridled lust. She leaned down, her mouth capturing yours in a kiss that was almost gentle, a stark contrast to the roughness of her hand. You could feel her smile against your lips, the warmth of her breath mingling with your own.

The pressure built, your body a tight coil of pleasure and pain. You felt yourself slipping away, the edges of your vision going dark. "Vi," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I can't..."

But she was unrelenting, her hand moving faster, her thumb a blur against your clit. You felt yourself falling, the world around you fading into a sea of sensation. You tried to hold on, to keep your eyes open, but it was like trying to grasp at water. The orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, dragging you under and leaving you gasping for air.

As the pleasure consumed you, your vision went dark, the room spinning out of control. You felt yourself slipping away, the last of your strength leaving you. Your body went limp, the tension draining from your muscles as the world grew quiet. The only thing you could hear was the distant sound of your own ragged breathing.

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was the uncomfortable weight of your clothes. You were fully dressed, your pajamas sticking to your sweat-soaked skin. The bedsheets beneath you were new and clean, the smell of fresh laundry filling your nose. For a moment, you wondered if it had all been a dream, a twisted nightmare that had felt all too real. But then you felt the ache between your legs, the sticky mess that was a testament to what had just transpired.

With a groan, you pushed yourself up, your muscles protesting the sudden movement. Your body was sore, a delicious reminder of the relentless pleasure Vi had wrung from you. The room was quiet, the only sound the distant echo of the city outside your window. You knew you had to face the music, had to tell Jinx what had happened. So, you took a deep breath and slowly slid off the bed.

Your legs wobbled, threatening to give out beneath you, but you managed to stay upright. Each step towards the door was a battle, your body still pulsing with the aftermath of your encounter. You didn't bother to smooth your hair or straighten your clothes; you knew that your disheveled state would be the first clue that something was amiss.

As you opened the door, the cool air of the corridor hit you like a slap in the face, jolting you fully awake. You stumbled into the hallway, leaning against the wall for support. Your heart was racing, your thoughts a chaotic jumble of lust, fear, and confusion. You had to tell someone, but who? Jinx was the only one you could trust, but how could you explain?

You could hear her laughter from the living room, the sound echoing down the hallway like a taunt. She seemed to be talking with someone, her voice a mix of amusement and something darker that you couldn't quite place. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. You had to tell her, had to make her understand what had happened.

As you stepped into the room, you saw Vi sitting on the couch, her legs sprawled out in front of her, looking as if she owned the place. Jinx sat next to her, a smug smile playing on her lips as she glanced up at you. "There you are, sleepyhead," she said, her tone mocking. "Soo, about yesterday when I told you about my sister, here she is!"

Jinx's elbow jabbed into your side, and she winked. "Well, have fun guys," she sing-songed, her voice dripping with mischief as she got up and left the room, shutting the door behind her with a snicker. You stared after her, your mind racing. What was she playing at? Did she know what Vi had done to you?

Vi looked up at you, her eyes glinting with a knowing look that sent a shiver down your spine. She had the audacity to smile, a smile that was both sweet and sinister. "Hi," she said, as if you were two strangers meeting for the first time. "Nice to finally meet you."

[kazutora-kurokawa]

What ab tenjiku guys with a yapper gf⁉️ and I mean like, after the boombayah she'd stare dead at the ceiling and be like "that feeling you get on your tongue when you eat a pineapple is actually the pineapple trying to eat you" and go on a whole rant til she falls asleep. Plssss do this my glorious queen Kaz 🙏🙏😁😁😁😜🤭😍😝🎀😜😭🤭😝🤝😝🤝🤭😁🤭😁♥️♥️♥️

Tenjiku x Talkative!Girlfriend!Reader

♡ SFW, fem reader, fluff, kinda smut on Mochi's, post-sex convos, random facts, questions, and workplace drama ♡

Characters: Izana, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Mochi, Mucho, Shion

note: glorious queen is crazy 😭 pls continue tho lmao

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Izana

🎴 He's not trying to hear that yapping

"Zana, did you know that cats basically brainwashed humans into loving them?"

"...what?"

🎴 He'll roll over and ignore you until you shut up

🎴 Yap enough and he'll leave the room and sleep on the couch

Kakucho

🩷 He loves listening to you talk, but it's late at night and he's tired

🩷 He politely asks you to be quiet

"Kaku, do you ever think-"

"Babygirl, y'know I love listening to you yap all day, but please lemme get some sleep."

🩷 Cuddles you and buries your face in his chest so you'll shut up

Ran

💜 This man values his beauty sleep, so he hates the rants fr

"Ran, if you had the power to stop time for as long as you want, what would you do?"

"I'd get some damn rest, now go to bed princess."

💜 Puts noise cancelling headphones in to block you out

Rindou

🩵 Happily listens to your yapping

"Then the lady started going off, calling my boss out of his name and shit."

"Oh really?...Then what baby?"

🩵 Falls asleep while you're talking, your voice is soothing for him

🩵 He's the type of boyfriend to fall asleep on calls too

Mochi

🍡 Doesn't mind the yapping at first

"Then the guy started traveling through time to save his childhood friends and-"

"Darling I'm gonna stop you right there, because if you got time to yap, then you have energy for another round."

🍡 Prefers you whimpering and moaning rather than talking his ears off

Mucho

💙 Doesn't even let you start yapping

"Baby if-"

*Covers your mouth with his hand* "It's time for bed love."

💙 I swear he'd be like an old man, going to sleep early and shit lol

Shion

♥️ Listens intently to every word you say

"Did you know some sharks eat their siblings in the womb?"

"That's fucking vicious...tell me more."

♥️ Stays up all night talking to you until you fall asleep

♥️ He hates when you fall asleep before him, he doesn't like the silence or the absence of your voice

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe

[kokokoula]

it's alright

TW: smut in the second section, but i make it as fluffy as possible i swear

a/n: um in my defence i just really wanted soft and cute smut and i couldn't find much. it is my first time writing nsfw ok, it will probably be a bit cringy. i'm not planning to write any more smut in the future, just spare me this one 😔🙏

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it's well late into the night, but it's only now that both you and your coworker, tsukishima, finally end work at the sendai museum. as you take the lift down together, your stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud grumble. tsukishima doesn't bother to hide his laugh.

"shut up, i haven't eaten dinner yet." you scold him, your face hot.

"right."

at the sight of his amused face, your heart does a little flutter.

you're close enough to your reserved colleague, sharing the same shifts and all. not to the point of contacting outside of work, but there is still some kind of weird connection that you can't imagine having with anybody else. it gives you butterflies and uncontrollable smiles, makes you look forward to work, even. despite that, you shove it down. maintaining professionalism is a strict rule here.

the two of you are close enough.

"damn, i'm craving for good ramen right now." you lament as the lift doors open. he lets out a noise of acknowledgment and walks out. you're used to his nonchalance, and simply leave the building with him. you're about to part ways, till he calls out from behind.

"aren't you coming?" you stand there dumbly, not understanding his words.

"you want ramen, don't you? i know a place still open." tsukishima nods to the opposite direction. you widen your eyes. you know he isn't one to initiate these kind of things, and you've never hung out after work together before. you don't want anything to happen between you two... but one supper can't do any harm, right?

you grin and catch up to him.

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you were dead wrong. incredibly wrong. you blame him for getting yourself in this mess.

because now you have the one you swore not to get too close to on top of you, in your bed, kissing you senseless.

it's your first time seeing him like this: his hair dishevelled, his lips swollen, and his golden flecked eyes without the lenses; he's even more beautiful. okay, if this is a mess, a mistake, it's a perfect one.

tsukishima sinks his cock into you. it stings a bit at first, but the feeling is quickly replaced by something else entirely better.

"fuck, you're so…" he groans and you bite your lip. you run your fingers through the strands on his nape in adoration and his hips snaps into you, eliciting a moan.

"hah, your fault." he starts thrusting, hard, and you give a cry out. all the while, he's cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away your stray tears lightly. it's a funny contrast. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, kissing, nibbling, panting, moaning… shit, you can feel it coming.

"tsuki--"

"kei."

"huh?"

"my first name. kei." it's sacred.

"kei," you experimentally let the word roll off your tongue. you've never said it before, but it feels right. he takes in a sharp breath.

"good girl." he pushes your legs further apart to reach the spot that makes you see stars.

"kei!" his name comes to you so easily now, and you won't mind saying it a thousand times over. he rewards you with a rough, albeit sloppy, kiss. pinning one of your hands to the soft mattress, he intertwines his fingers with yours, gripping tightly. it's a small action, but it's an affectionate one.

you think you might actually be falling for him. it's probably a terrible idea, but maybe it's worth taking the risk.

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the sun is rising on the horizon, and you'd just fallen asleep. meanwhile, tsukishima lies awake next to you, studying your face and listening to your steady breaths.

it must be creepy of him, he thinks, but he can't bring himself to look away. he has known you for over a year now ever since you joined the museum, and spent half of it pining for you. to end up here with you, is something he believed he could only dream of. kei brings his hand up to brush away the stray strands of hair covering your face, but stops himself before he does.

is he allowed to do this? to be this intimate? it sounds stupid, given that you two have just fucked. however, he has always made it a point to keep to corporate's rules, and now that he had just broken an important one, he doesn't know what to do.

tsukishima's mind runs in circles, but everything halts when you snuggle closer to his chest, a cute little frown on your sleeping face. he melts immediately, his face flushing red.

fuck it, he won't be able to not love you from this point forwards. he carefully puts an arm around your sleeping figure and places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

right now, he'll just enjoy being with you, and that should be alright.

[planete777]

I WANT YOU BAD・⁠｡♪ LN4

( lando norris x fem!reader )

IN WHICH. y/n (and a good joint) is lando's best distraction. (based on this ask)

WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI!, drug use (as per), unprotected p in v, riding, lordddd they are filty, dirty talk, squirting, high hotness pt 345345, lando is in love with the reader (as per pt. 2), guys it's just filth filth filth

NOTE. yoohoooo im soo back!!! first fic release after like 3 months haha.... but it's high!lando so, forgive me plz 😔🙏 anyways, i'm slowly getting back into the groove of writing (i only wrote a tad bit during my break smh) and im sorry if im a bit rusty. hopefully, its only up from here. enjoy my dearest readers, and feedback is always welcomed <3

SIDENOTE. my askbox is open! feel free to send in any thoughts, scenarios, requests etc for lando 🤍

there's a gentle, warm thrum that bubbles beneath lando's skin, like a premise of excitement, tendrils of smoke tearing and stitching sentience with sluggish countenance. doesn't see a thing beyond a feet before him, and can't feel anything (yet feels everything) sauf the familiar radiation of body heat from the girl pressed limply into him.

two things for the price of one, it barely gets better than this. he feels like a magic act, cartoonish smears of smoke coalescing, then dimming as he inhales and exhales and inhales again. every taut stress from the day slowly flakes off his muscles, and succeeding another drag of the joint, he lets a gentle sigh huff out of him.

"better now?"

y/n's voice sounds like soft lace in his ears, and she snuggles closer into his shoulder, hand splayed, and weighty, upon his chest. she feels completely dead, always getting too high too fast, but never lets the warnings rid her of the euphoria. lando knows that, and can't blame her either; there's something unequivocally beautiful about getting high and losing the ability to connect one thought to another.

he shifts- he thinks he does so- rolling the spliff between his fingers before curling his lips to push out the smoke that began to scratch striations into his throat.

"yeah," he drawls out, "never go wrong with a good spliff."

y/n just barely giggles, palm rubbing up and down lando's chest. he swears he's on fucking fire, neurones charging and buzzing and crackling at every heightened numbness, and all he can do is take another drag.

there's a blanket of silence, comfortable and observing, before lando feels her, wantonly, drag her hand over his crotch then squeezes; and, jesus fucking christ, the moan that's punched out of him is ungodly.

"y/n- fucking hell," he leaves it at that, slowly swivelling his head towards her. she's smiling, largely and so gorgeously that lando feels like he's levitating. why is she looking at him like that?

"wanna fuck you, lan'," she whispers, redundant because it's already so damningly filthy, "make you lose your shit."

lando is struck speechless and completely horny, blood swelling his cock to where it edges pain, but god, does it feel so fucking good that all he can do is moan and tighten his grip on y/n's thigh sprawled across his body.

she smirks, sitting upright and slides to straddle lando, hips grinding heavily into his and the pressure is glorious.

"you like that, huh?" she bites her lower lip and presses harder, lando's head lolling to the backrest of the armchair. he could cum right into his pants if his motive wasn't to do it deep into y/n's cunt instead.

"you know i do, baby," he takes another drag, doesn't know how he musters the effort to, "you riding me is a sight."

she giggles, "just staring at my tits as i'm doing so, you fucker."

lando shakes his head, "nah, i meant all of you, baby. so beautiful," then he's smiling and pulling her into a kiss that's just tongue and want, lando gripping a hand around her nape. he can die like this, he thinks, encompassed in the feeling of a throbbing dick and a sloppy, wet mouth— all of it.

y/n curls her fingers around the hem of his joggers, lifting her hips- their lips still attached- and sliding them down his thighs. cool air caresses his cock, pulsating, weeping and redder than she's ever seen it before, lando moaning at the relief as it slaps against his abdomen.

"oh lan' look at you," she whispers, wrapping her hand around his cock (the way he squirms at that is indescribable), "you need my pussy that bad?"

it's all faux concern, but it does the trick, lando nodding and on the verge of sobbing when she clenches her fist.

"come on- fuck me, y/n," he's whining and squirming, hands grabbing at her shorts to tug it off after wedging the joint between his lips. she stands up, lando's hands trailing away as she goes to slide them off, crumpling at her feet. and all lando thinks is mylovemylovemylove. his skin burns like he's being dipped in lava, yanking his shirt off and throwing it to the ground.

the girl wastes no time crawling back into his lap, hovering over his erect cock as she takes both hands, spreads her cheeks and sheaths him in.

"y/n- ohh fuckkk-"

the slide— it's so so good, lando's losing his mind, he wants to ask 'no prep?' but fuck, she's taking him so well that he just shuts off. he pants roughly, eyes squeezing shut as she whines and bottoms out, feeling deeper than he has ever been. he's tingling everywhere, a shaking a hand plucking his spliff out of his mouth and unto the couch, feeling y/n's tight, hot pussy grip him with every inch of its life. and just when he thinks it's nearly too much, she starts to move.

y/n grinds and bounces like a fucking pornstar, shirt and bra she had on a few minutes ago strewn somewhere in the room, tits jumping and nipples swollen. oh, it's such a view and as much as lando wants to keep watching, a spark of pleasure causes his eyes to hurl to the back of his head, body flushed deeply and mouth slackened as it leaks a thick moan.

"your cock, lan'- shit, i'm gonna cum so hard," y/n's voice sounds so ruined and lando is obsessed with it, eyes opening as he gives her a small smirk. hands run all over her body- her legs, her breasts- before settling on her ass and languidly dragging it up and down his cock. y/n's reaction is immediate, trembling and crying out a high pitched moan that almost has lando cumming right there.

"i want you to cum so hard, baby. this is your cock," he huffs, hips thrusting upwards and slapping against y/n's ass. the sounds make his mind go static; it's so filthily good, skin hitting skin.

y/n smashes her lips against lando's as she works her hips harder, feeling the cold metal of his chain bind to chest. they can barely kiss, panting into each other's mouth- then lando's cock stabs her g spot, hard, and she's screaming and cumming, liquid running between her thighs and cunt squeezing lando so damn tight, he's pushing her hips into his, yelping, and spurting cum, thick and warm, into y/n.

"fuck fuck fuck- oh god baby, just like that," lando speaks into her skin, "just like that."

he rolls his hips to ride out their highs, pleasure setting deep in his veins before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her towards him, leaning back.

"fuck, i love you," lando whispers, pressing kisses into her shoulder.

"even when i squirt all over you?"

lando smirks, placing a kiss on her lips, "especially when you squirt, baby.

[deusfoundry]

there will be a part 2 to this trust 🙏

cedric lays his eyes on you for the first time at the night of his sorting, and even then, at the cusp of turning twelve, he knows you're beautiful.

not pretty, no, despite it being the first thought that crosses his mind. it's too small of a word to describe you, barely able to encompass just how stunningly bright your eyes are as you peer up the enchanted ceiling of the great hall, let alone the rest of you.

no, you're beautiful. in every sense of the word and so, so much more than his prepubescent mind can begin to think of.

which is why when he spots you on the morning of his first transfiguration class, cedric clamors and rushes to the empty seat next to you.

he breathes in, then out, trying to steady his breathing and psyching himself up to introduce himself at the same time. only for you to beat him to it.

"hi!" cedric turns at the sound of your voice. he looks back at the moment now and admits that as cheesy as it sounds, time quite literally stopped when he looked at you.

if you were beautiful last night, with quite a number of feet between you two, then you're something entirely indescribable now.

hair pulled back into neat twin braids. cheeks dusted the lightest shade of pink. tiny speckles of light dancing on your eyes like stars.

and helga that smile. cedric swears he could drop dead right now and he'd thank the heavens that your smile was the last thing he gazed upon.

he's yanked away from his daze when you wave your arm across his face, the very same eyes he adored drowning in confusion. he realizes then that he's been staring at you.

you must think he's a creep right now.

"sorry, i didn't quite catch that." cedric hopes the sheepish smile he flashes you is good enough, prays that the gaps between his teeth are free from any trace of the filling breakfast he had earlier. "could you tell me your name again?"

you tell him your name once more, and cedric echoes it himself. repeating it twice for— oh, he doesn't even know why he says it again, but he likes it. the way your name rolls off his tongue with so much ease, like he's meant to utter your name over and over and over again like a mantra, a prayer.

he wants to say it again but the fear of you thinking of him as an idiot strikes in waves, so he opts to introduce himself instead.

"i'm cedric." he holds his hand out for you to shake, struggling to steady the muscle when his palm comes into contact with smooth skin. he smiles through the slight tremble of his body. "i hope we can be friends."

just a little something before i waste the rest of my night looking for more, indeed, cedric fics. this man has truly consumed me whole i need to be put down.

[jakescapes]

ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ

pairing: stranger!jake x reader (f)

synopsis: When a plane crash leaves you stranded on a deserted tropical island with an unreasonably attractive man you've never met, survival is your only priority—at first. What will happen once you both let your guards down around each other and sparks start to fly?

warnings: angst, fluff(?), slight age gap (jake is in his early twenties and reader is in mid twenties), kind of proof read, explicit smut, sub jake (kinda), there is one sexual scene where it seems like non-con/dub-con but i swear they are consenting pls dont take it that way 😭🙏

word count: 12k

author's note: omg i'm finally done with this fic i actually like how it turned out and there's kind of a plot twist but omg smut scenes are so hard to write for what (also ik i put mutual virginity loss in the original warnings for the teaser but i ended up changing my mind lol)

mood board

The flight was supposed to be the start of everything new. A clean slate. A fresh beginning. You had packed up your life into a single suitcase, clutching your boarding pass with a mix of nerves and excitement. The airport had been crowded, bustling with people coming and going, but you barely noticed them. Your mind was already in the future, in the life that awaited you once you landed.

This was supposed to be the moment you left everything behind, the doubts, the regrets, the people who didn’t believe in you. You told yourself this was your chance to start over, to finally become the version of yourself you’d always wanted to be. And for a while, as the plane soared smoothly through the sky, you believed it.

Then, everything went wrong.

It happened so fast, yet somehow, it also felt like slow motion. One moment, you were staring out the window, watching the clouds stretch endlessly beneath you. The next, the plane jolted violently, sending your stomach lurching into your throat. 

Gasps rippled through the cabin. Then came the screaming.

The oxygen masks dropped from above. People fumbled with them in blind panic, hands shaking as they secured them over their faces. The lights flickered. The whole aircraft trembled like it was being shaken by an invisible hand. You gripped the armrests, knuckles white, heartbeat thundering in your ears. The gut wrenching drop, the way gravity seemed to forget its own rules. The sharp, deafening crack of impact, metal screaming as it tore apart, salt water swallowing the wreckage whole.

The plane dropped. Plummeting so fast that your body lifted from the seat, the seatbelt digging into your stomach. The sensation was sickening, like a free fall with no end. Children were crying. Someone else was praying. Others were saying their last goodbyes to their loved ones. The pilot’s voice crackled through the speakers, but you couldn’t process the words, just the sheer terror laced in them.

A violent, crushing force. Cold water, so much water. The world spinning, tumbling, breaking apart. A desperate struggle to breathe, to move, to live.

And then, nothing.

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When your eyes fluttered open, the first thing you saw was blue. The sky, bright and cloudless, so painfully beautiful that for a second, you forgot where you were. You blinked, feeling warmth on your skin, something soft beneath you. Sand.

Am I dead? 

Wait, no.

You’re alive.

The thought rushed in like a tidal wave, overwhelming and disorienting. You sucked in a sharp breath as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, sand clinging to your damp clothes. The world tilted, your head throbbing in protest. You took a moment to steady yourself before really looking around.

Blinking the blur from your vision, you take in the scene around you. Wreckage is scattered across the shoreline, twisted metal, suitcases, bits of the plane that no longer resembled anything recognizable. A life vest fluttered in the breeze, tangled in the branches of a palm tree. The ocean, impossibly blue and endless, stretched toward the horizon, calm as if it hadn’t just swallowed an entire plane.

Panic gripped your chest.

There should be people. Survivors. Anyone.

You forced yourself to stand, ignoring the way your legs trembled beneath you. Turning in desperate circles, you scanned the beach, someone has to be here. Your breath came fast, shallow. The silence is wrong, deafening. Where is everyone?

Then, movement.

A few yards down the beach, half buried in the sand, lay a figure.

Your heart stuttered. 

It’s a man. Tall, lean, his clothes damp and clinging to his body. His dark hair was messy, strands sticking to his forehead. One arm was draped over his face as if blocking out the sun. For a second, he looked too still, and a fresh wave of panic surged through you.

Then, he moved.

Your breath caught as recognition hit. Not by name, but by memory. You saw him on the plane. Maybe in the terminal, maybe in passing as you boarded. 

And now, on this deserted stretch of sand, with no one else in sight, he might be the only person in the world left with you.

The breath in your throat was shallow as you staggered toward him, legs still weak from the crash and the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. Each step felt like you were moving through a dream, one where the world was too quiet, too surreal, too broken.

You dropped to your knees beside him, reaching out hesitantly. "Hey," your voice was hoarse, throat raw from saltwater and fear. You hesitated before shaking his shoulder gently. "Are you okay?"

His eyelids fluttered, and with a small groan, he turned his face towards you. Deep brown eyes, clouded with confusion, met yours. There was something almost childlike in the way he blinked up at you, dazed and vulnerable, yet his sharp jawline and broad shoulders betrayed a quiet strength beneath it all.

His eyelids fluttered, and with a small groan, he turned his face towards you. Deep brown eyes, clouded with confusion, met yours. His gaze lingered, tracing the curve of your jaw, the salt streaked strands of your hair, the worry in your expression. A flicker of recognition passed through his features, as if he was piecing together a distant memory.

"You were on the plane," he murmured, voice rasping like he hadn’t used it in hours. He pushed himself up slowly, wincing at what was likely bruised ribs or worse. "We crashed..."

"Yeah," you whispered, swallowing past the lump in your throat. "We crashed."

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, staring at each other as the weight of it all pressed in. The vast emptiness of the island. The missing people. The unknown.

"Are you hurt?" he asked suddenly, his gaze dropping to your trembling hands.

"Just… shaken," you admitted. "You?"

"Same." He pushed his damp hair back and exhaled deeply before glancing around. "We should look for others."

You nodded, though you both knew that if there were others, you would have found them by now. Still, it gave you a purpose, something to cling to other than the gaping silence.

He braced his hands against the sand, pushing himself to his feet with a slight wince. You followed, steadying yourself as the world spun for a moment. The two of you stood there, scanning the shoreline, listening for any sound that wasn’t the rhythmic crash of waves or the whisper of the breeze through the trees.

"Maybe they washed up somewhere else," you murmured, though the words felt hollow.

He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he took a slow step forward, then another, his gaze sweeping the wreckage strewn beach. His expression was unreadable, but there was a tension in his jaw, a quiet wariness in his posture.

You trailed after him, stepping carefully over debris, pieces of luggage torn open, clothing half buried in the sand, shattered plastic and twisted metal. The sight sent a chill through you. This wasn’t just wreckage; these were remnants of lives, scattered and broken.

The man crouched near a battered suitcase, running his fingers over the torn fabric before shaking his head. "Nothing useful," he muttered. He stood and turned, eyes narrowing as he spotted something farther down the beach. Without a word, he started walking.

You hurried to keep up, your breath shallow. "What is it?"

"There’s more wreckage over there," he said, gesturing ahead. "We should check."

You followed his gaze. Farther down the shoreline, tangled in seaweed and foam, were larger pieces of the plane. The sight sent a jolt of fear through you, but you pushed it down. 

The two of you picked your way through the sand, the silence stretching between you, heavy and oppressive. As you walked, you couldn’t help but glance at the man from the corner of your eye. His jaw was set, his brows furrowed in quiet determination. He moved with purpose, but there was something else, too. A weight in his steps, a hesitation in his breath.

You reached the larger wreckage, pausing just short of it. A piece lay cracked open, wires dangling like severed veins. Nearby, a broken seat jutted up from the sand, a safety pamphlet fluttering in the wind beside it.

He let out a slow breath. "If anyone else survived… they should be here."

You swallowed hard, nodding. But as you both stood there, staring at the remnants of what had once been a plane full of people, the truth pressed in with suffocating clarity.

If anyone else had survived, they would have found you by now.

The silence stretched, thick and final.

He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. "We should keep moving."

"Yeah," you agreed, even though your chest ached. "We should."

That night, after scavenging what little supplies they could find, you and the man sat near a small fire you guys surprisingly were able to make on the beach with your combined efforts (though it took more than a few tries). 

The warmth licked at your skin, the flames casting flickering shadows against the sand. Above, the sky stretched endlessly, stars twinkling like distant beacons.

You hugged your knees to your chest, staring at the fire. "I still can’t believe this is real."

The man was quiet for a moment before exhaling softly. "Me neither."

The waves murmured in the distance, a constant rhythm against the shore. You glanced at him, watching the way the firelight flickered against his sharp features. He was staring at the sky now, his expression unreadable.

After a beat, you spoke again. "I guess… since we might be stuck together for a while, we should probably know each other’s names."

He turned to look at you, surprised, as if he hadn’t even realized you hadn’t exchanged names yet. Then, after a pause, he offered a small nod. "Jake."

You gave a faint smile, offering yours in return.

Jake repeated it under his breath, as if testing how it felt on his tongue. Then, hesitantly, he extended a hand toward you. You took it, his grip warm despite the chill of the night air.

For a moment, neither of you let go.

Then he cleared his throat, pulling his hand back and rubbing the back of his neck. "So… what did you do? Before all this?"

You exhaled a soft laugh, shaking your head. "Feels like another life, doesn’t it?"

He nodded, waiting.

"I was—" You hesitated before sighing. "Just figuring things out, I guess. Trying to start over. The flight was supposed to be the beginning of something new for me."

Jake studied you, something thoughtful in his expression. "Guess we both got a fresh start, huh? Just… not the way we expected."

You chuckled softly, though there was no real humor in it. "Yeah."

The two of you lapsed into silence again, listening to the waves, the crackling fire, the wind rustling through the palm trees. The weight of everything still loomed, but for the first time since the crash, you didn’t feel entirely alone.

And that, at least, was something.

The next morning, the sun rose slowly over the horizon, casting a soft, golden light across the beach. The heat of the day had yet to fully settle in, and the air was still cool with the remnants of the night’s breeze. The world felt strangely peaceful—too peaceful, given the circumstances.

You awoke first, the salty scent of the ocean and the warmth of the fire from the night before still lingering in your senses. You were lying on the sand, the waves lapping gently at the shore just a few feet away. The sand was oddly comforting beneath you, though it clung to your skin and stuck to your damp clothes, a constant reminder of the wreckage and the life you’d lost.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows and looked over at Jake, who was still asleep, his back to you. His hair was tousled from the night, and the rise and fall of his chest was slow and steady. He was your only company, the only person you could rely on now.

A sharp pang of hunger gnawed at your stomach, reminding you that food would need to be a priority today. You hadn’t eaten anything since the crash, and while the adrenaline had kept you going last night, you knew it wouldn’t last much longer. You stretched, trying to shake off the grogginess that clung to you. The beach was quiet now, the crashing waves and the occasional squawk of a distant bird the only sounds filling the space.

Glancing back toward the wreckage, you felt the weight of reality pressing down on you. It wasn’t just survival now. You had to figure out how to stay alive for however long it would take to get rescued. The world had changed overnight. There was no going back.

The need to move, to do something, overwhelmed you. You gently nudged Jake’s shoulder, your hand lingering there for a moment before you pulled away.

"Jake," you whispered, your voice hoarse from the previous day. "Jake, wake up."

He groaned softly, shifting, before opening his eyes. They were clouded at first, the confusion of sleep still hanging in them. His gaze met yours, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. It was a strange sort of silence, one that held both the weight of the crash and the unspoken understanding that you were both stuck in this together.

"Morning," he muttered, his voice low and rough. He sat up slowly, wincing as he moved. The bruises were becoming more evident now, the purple and blue patches on his skin a testament to the violence of the crash. "How are you feeling?"

"Shaky," you admitted, glancing down at your own hands, which still trembled slightly. "Hungry."

"Yeah, me too." He rubbed his eyes, pushing himself up to sit cross legged on the sand. "We need to find food, and we need to figure out what to do next."

You nodded, the weight of his words sinking in. You hadn’t really thought about what to do next. The reality of survival had set in late last night, and now it was all too clear: food, shelter, water. You both needed all of those things.

"We should search for fresh water first," you suggested, your voice more steady than it had been the night before. "And maybe try to salvage anything from the wreckage."

Jake looked toward the crash site, his expression distant. "We can’t do much more with the wreckage, but I agree. Water’s the first priority."

You both stood up, your legs shaky at first, but you forced yourself to move. Every step felt surreal, as if the island and its surroundings weren’t really real. The sand beneath your feet, the palm trees swaying above you, the wreckage scattered across the shore—it all seemed too impossible to be happening in the moment.

Jake moved ahead of you, his posture tense, his eyes scanning the area as he walked. You followed close behind, keeping your gaze fixed on the ocean, the cliffs in the distance, the wreckage ahead. It all felt so vast and empty. How could anyone possibly find you out here?

As you reached the edge of the wreckage, Jake paused and knelt beside a large chunk of debris, an abandoned seat. It was broken and twisted, but the seatbelt still worked. He carefully removed the seatbelt and tied it into a crude strap. "We could use this to carry things," he said, his voice a little more focused now, the practical nature of the situation slowly sinking in.

You nodded, though the thought of turning the crash site into a resource felt almost too grim. "I’ll keep an eye out for anything else useful."

You both spent the next few hours scavenging the beach. It was slow work, the wreckage still fresh and the pieces scattered across the sand like a puzzle you couldn’t quite solve. Among the broken bits of luggage and metal, you found a few things that could be helpful: a few water bottles, some torn clothing that could be used for bandages or makeshift shelter, a few survival items from the emergency kit—flashlights, a flare gun, a few small packets of food. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to give you a glimmer of hope.

By midday, the sun was beating down, and the heat of the day began to press against you both. You found a small inlet of water, a stream trickling down from the cliffs into a rocky basin. It wasn’t the best water, but you figured out how to boil it carefully over a small fire you managed to start. It tasted earthy, but it was enough to keep you going.

"You think we’ll be found?" you asked Jake, as you both sat down near the fire, the warmth of it chasing away the chill from your skin.

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stared out at the ocean, his expression unreadable. "I don’t know," his voice distant. "I want to believe we will be. But… we can’t sit around waiting. We need to survive until then."

You both fell silent again, the weight of his words settling between you. As the day stretched on, it became clear that survival wasn’t just about finding food and water, it was about holding on to the hope that, no matter how impossible it felt, you would both make it out of this somehow.

That night, you and Jake sat by the fire again, your backs against the sand. The stars were even brighter tonight, the world feeling both vast and suffocating at the same time. You didn’t know how long it would be before someone found you, but as the warmth of the fire surrounded you, and the company of Jake was the only thing that kept you grounded, you held onto the quiet belief that you would somehow survive this. Together.

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The next evening, you and Jake were working on a shelter together using bits and pieces you’ve found together on the island. As the shelter began to take shape, you and Jake were working side by side, securing palm fronds and using what little you could salvage from the wreckage. You were both silent for a while, concentrating on the task at hand, but then, curiosity nudged at you again.

“So,” you started casually, testing the waters. “What were you doing before... all this?” You gestured vaguely at the wreckage and the island. “You know, before we were stranded on this beach.”

Jake hesitated for a moment, clearly thinking. He wasn’t the type to talk about himself much, but you were determined to get to know him better. After a moment, he spoke. "I was in college," he said, his voice steady, but there was a little bit of something in his tone that made you raise an eyebrow.

You paused, mid motion, looking up at him in surprise. "College?" you repeated.

Jake gave a sheepish smile. "Yeah.. In fact, I’m actually still a student. Just... didn’t really seem that important to mention."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, you’re younger than me?" You couldn’t help the playful teasing tone that slipped into your voice. "You look older than you are."

Jake laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I get that a lot. I guess I’ve always looked older than my age."

You smirked, clearly amused. "I feel kind of bad now, assuming you were older. You seem... I don’t know, not like the typical college student. You’re really focused and, like, putting this thing together with me like it’s a class project."

He laughed again, clearly not expecting that. "I guess I am kind of focused. I’ve always been really into my studies. I don’t really know how to stop once I start."

"So you were a total overachiever back in school? Like the kind of person who aced every test and got perfect grades in every class?"

Jake gave you a little shrug, though there was a glint in his eye. "Maybe not perfect grades, but yeah, I worked hard. I played soccer too, so I had to balance that with schoolwork."

You blinked, surprised by that little tidbit. "Wait, soccer? That’s... impressive." You looked him over, suddenly noticing the athletic build he had beneath the casual, damp clothes. "I should’ve known, actually. You’ve got that athletic vibe about you."

He chuckled at the way you were eyeing him. "Yeah, I was on the team for a while. It was a good balance to all the studying, you know? Soccer was the one thing that helped me unwind."

You raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "That’s way more balanced than I expected. I figured you’d be the type to sit in the library all day, studying nonstop. But you were out there on the field too, huh?"

He just shrugged, his smile a little more bashful now. "I mean, I’d study a lot, but soccer was definitely my escape. I loved it."

"You know, I never would’ve guessed. You just don’t seem like the type who’d play sports."

He looked at you, slightly confused. "What type did you think I was, then?"

You grinned mischievously. "I don't know... maybe the quiet, bookish type who just liked to sit and read all day. You definitely don’t strike me as a soccer guy."

Jake gave you an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "Gee, thanks," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm but clearly amused. "I didn’t think I was that predictable."

His smile softened, his gaze flickering to the shelter you’d nearly finished building together. "And you... you’re a lot more fun than I expected.”

You tilted your head, curious. "What do you mean by that?"

Jake chuckled softly, rubbing his hand over his face in slight embarrassment. "I don’t know. You just... seem like you’ve got a lot of energy, even in a situation like this. It’s kind of hard to keep up with you sometimes."

You snorted, unable to stop the laughter that bubbled up. "Oh, come on, you’re making me sound like a total handful."

Jake grinned, clearly teasing. "Well, you kind of are, but in the best way possible."

"I’ll take that as a compliment."

He shook his head with a soft laugh, clearly enjoying the banter. "I guess you’re a lot more fun than I thought.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence again, but this time it felt different. The barrier between you had lessened, and there was an easy camaraderie now, built on shared effort and the surprise of learning new things about each other.

"You know," you said after a beat, "I’m kind of glad you’re here. Even though we’re stuck in this crazy situation, it’s good to have someone who’s... not totally awful to be around."

Jake gave you an exaggerated look of mock offense. "I’m not totally awful? I thought I was doing pretty well, considering."

You raised an eyebrow. "Okay, okay, you're not totally awful. But we both know I’m way more fun than you."

Jake laughed, shaking his head. "I’m not so sure about that, but I’ll let you believe it."

With that, you both continued to work, the evening sky darkening and the fire crackling beside you, feeling for the first time in days like maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright.

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A few weeks had passed on the island. By now, the strange tension of being stranded had started to ease into a strange, peaceful rhythm. The awkwardness that once existed between you and Jake had long disappeared, replaced by an effortless camaraderie. You two had settled into a routine: scouting for any signs of people, keeping an eye on the horizon for ships or planes, maintaining the fire, and collecting rainwater in makeshift containers. Your SOS signs were bigger now, more visible, scattered across the beach in a pattern that seemed impossible to miss. You’d even found ways to wash clothes and make the shelter more livable, the island slowly transforming from a place of fear into one of quiet survival.

You two spent your days working, laughing, and even making small talk, finding solace in the little things. The tropical island, though harsh and unpredictable at times, offered a sense of beauty that kept both of you grounded. The swaying palm trees, the endless ocean, and the colorful sunsets became the backdrop of your days. Despite the situation, you’d somehow made the best of it, and Jake couldn’t help but marvel at how easy it was to be around you.

But what he hadn’t expected was how much he’d come to like spending time with you. When he first woke up on the island, his mind was foggy, disoriented, his body aching from the crash. And when his eyes had opened, the first thing he’d seen was you—a stranger, a beautiful girl who somehow felt like a mystery, someone who had quickly become his entire world. You were smart, witty, and had a way of making even the most mundane tasks feel light and almost enjoyable. He remembered how your laughter filled the air, how you could turn any situation into something to smile about, and how you never seemed to let the hopelessness of the situation get to you.

There was a part of him, deep down, that had wondered if this was real, if he was truly stuck on an island with you, or if his mind had conjured up this perfect version of a person to get him through the days. But the reality was that you were real, and you were there, right beside him, helping him get through this as much as he was helping you.

Jake found himself growing more comfortable around you as time went on, and while there was no longer that barrier between you two, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being a little out of place. Sometimes, when you’d laugh at something he said or flip your hair in that casual way you always did, he’d catch himself staring for a moment longer than he should. He was drawn to you, to the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke, and the way you seemed to carry the weight of the world with such grace, as if the island didn’t faze you in the slightest.

But it was more than just your outward beauty, it was your sharp mind and your confidence that made him feel a little... small. He’d noticed how you treated him, and though you didn’t say anything to make him feel this way, he could sense it. He thought you acted as though he was your younger brother, the one who followed your lead, not as an equal, not in the way he wanted. It made him feel uneasy at times, as though he wasn’t really seen the way he wanted to be.

Jake couldn’t help but wonder, in the quiet moments when you weren’t looking, if you had started to look down on him. He knew you didn’t mean to, he just felt it sometimes, especially when he’d catch you giving him a knowing smile after a particularly good idea of yours. It made him question whether you saw him as someone worth more than just another island companion.

Still, despite the unease that would creep in now and then, there was something about being with you that made everything else feel bearable. Every laugh, every conversation, even every moment of quiet as you two worked in sync, it was comforting. And, oddly, it gave him something to look forward to each day.

Jake wanted to know more about you. He wanted to know where you came from, what made you laugh so freely, what made you look up at the stars with a faraway look in your eyes. He wanted to understand the real you, the person behind the quick wit and the beautiful smile.

There was an undeniable pull between the two of you, something unspoken yet so present in the air. But Jake didn’t know how to navigate it. Should he make a move? Would that make things awkward between you two, or worse, make you uncomfortable? You had become his constant, the person he leaned on when the days felt too long and the nights too quiet. The thought of you not being there, of leaving the island and not being part of your life, felt too heavy to even think about.

But then, in the same breath, the question loomed over him: Would we even make it off this island? Would you guys ever see the shore of the mainland again? The idea that you might not be part of his future terrified him, even though he had no idea where that future would take him.

But one thing he was sure of: If you did make it off the island, if you both somehow found your way back to safety, he wanted to be part of your life. He wanted to show you that he wasn’t just the quiet guy who worked hard but that he was someone who could be there for you, no matter what. Even if he didn’t make a move now, he would make sure you knew just how much he cared.

In the meantime, Jake kept his eyes on you, from time to time, but he never said anything. Not yet. But he wasn’t sure how long he could hold onto that distance between you two. He just hoped that when the time came, you'd see him differently, the way he saw you.

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Later, one random day, the sun was hanging low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the beach as you and Jake lounged near the shoreline. It was one of those rare moments where the island felt almost normal, as if you were just two people enjoying a lazy afternoon vacation by the sea. The soft, rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the air, but other than that, there was nothing but the occasional call of a bird in the distance.

You two hadn’t done much today, just passing the time with a few small tasks and some light conversation. But now, as the heat of the day started to ease, you both found yourselves bored out of your minds. You had already gone over the wreckage and scavenged for supplies earlier, and there was only so much you could do to keep busy.

Without much thought, you stood up from where you were sitting, stretching your arms above your head. You glanced at Jake, who was lying with his hands behind his head, eyes closed, enjoying the peace of the moment. A playful thought bubbled up in your mind, a spontaneous idea born out of sheer boredom.

"Jake," you called out, a grin spreading across your face. "Come on. Let’s go for a swim!"

His eyes fluttered open, and he turned his head toward you, a look of surprise flashing across his face. "Huh?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion.

You, however, weren’t waiting for him to get his bearings. In a burst of energy, you started pulling off your shirt, then your pants, revealing your underwear beneath. The fabric hit the sand as you stood there, completely unfazed by the way the breeze made the air feel cooler against your skin.

You didn’t give him a chance to protest or even respond, already moving toward the water, laughing as you felt the cool waves rush up to meet you. "Come on, Jake!" you yelled over your shoulder. "Don’t be a wimp, the water’s perfect!"

Jake stayed still for a moment, staring at you, his expression caught between shock and awe. His eyes lingered a little too long on your body, and you could see him freeze up for a split second, before his gaze snapped back to your face. You couldn’t help but smirk at the way his expression shifted. He was clearly caught off guard, trying to process what was happening.

For a heartbeat, it looked like he was about to stay behind, still trying to wrap his head around the situation. But then, as if he couldn’t resist the pull of the water and the challenge in your voice, he pushed himself up from the sand, pulling his once loose shirt over his head. You heard his footsteps behind you as he caught up, and soon the two of you were wading into the cool water together.

As you splashed around, laughing and feeling the waves tug at your legs, you began to notice Jake in a way that was a little more... focused than before. Sure, you had always found him attractive, his broad shoulders, his strong arms, his easy smile. But now that you were both in the water, there was something different about the way the sunlight hit him.

His chest gleamed in the sun, water droplets clinging to his skin like tiny diamonds. Every movement he made caused his abs to ripple slightly beneath the surface, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles shifted with ease, the strength in his frame undeniable. His broad shoulders loomed over you as he moved, his tall height making him seem even more imposing in the water. And when he reached out, grabbing onto you in the playful way he always did, you felt his powerful arms engulf you, his grip gentle but strong.

For a moment, you stopped, caught in the middle of a wave. Your breath slowed as you took him in—really looked at him. The way his dark hair clung to his forehead, the way the water ran down his body, the way he towered over you, even now. There was something so magnetic about him in this moment. You hadn’t really noticed just how much you admired the way he moved, the strength he exuded without even trying.

"Is something wrong?" Jake’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you blinked, realizing you had stopped moving entirely. He was looking at you with a smirk, a playful glint in his eyes. "What is it? You staring at me now?"

Caught completely off guard, you realized you had been staring for longer than was probably appropriate. But instead of feeling embarrassed, you felt something else. Something bold. Something you couldn’t quite ignore. You couldn’t just look at him anymore. You had to do something about it.

With a sudden burst of courage, you took a step forward, closing the space between the two of you. He didn’t have time to react before you cupped his face in your hands and pulled him down toward you, pressing your lips against his. It was a quick, decisive kiss, but it was full of everything you had been holding back, the attraction, the tension, the way you wanted more from him, from this moment.

Jake froze for a split second, surprised by the sudden shift, but then he relaxed into it, his hands moving instinctively to your waist, pulling you closer. He kissed you back, his lips warm and soft, and everything else seemed to disappear; the sound of the waves, the heat of the sun, even the worry that always lingered at the back of your mind. It was just the two of you in that moment, surrounded by the island that had become your world.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, you smiled up at him. "What are you waiting for?" you teased softly, brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face. "You gonna just stand there, or are you gonna kiss me again?"

Jake laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made you feel lighthearted despite everything else. His hand gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing the skin of your jaw as his gaze softened.

"Guess I’ll have to," he said, his voice low and steady. "Since you asked so nicely."

And before you could even react, he leaned in again, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was even deeper this time, as if he was making up for the moment of hesitation. This time, you didn’t hold back either. You kissed him like you meant it, like you wanted him to know how much you had been holding onto that feeling. It felt right, like everything in the world had lined up to bring you to this moment.

And maybe, just maybe, you weren’t quite so alone anymore.

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That evening, you two had settled over the island, and the fading sunlight gave everything a golden, almost magical glow. The air had cooled just enough to make the day feel like it was coming to an end, but the warmth of the sun still lingered on your skin. You and Jake had spent the afternoon on the beach, your energy drained from playing in the water and basking in the heat. Now, you were lounging on a patch of sand, taking a break and munching on some safe fruit to eat, including cherries you both had discovered and gathered on the island earlier.

You were still in your underwear, the fabric drying on your skin after your impromptu swim. Jake, similarly shirtless, sat a few feet away from you, his gaze more focused on you than the scenery.

With each bite of the fruit, you let the juice drip down your chin, savoring the sweet taste of it, making sure to fully enjoy it. As you popped each piece into your mouth, the remnants of the juice clung to your fingers, and you licked each one clean with exaggerated slowness. The sound of your finger sucking echoed slightly in the quiet air. You weren’t doing it on purpose, but the way your tongue worked over your fingers seemed to be the only thing he could focus on, the fruit’s sweetness lingering on your lips.

It seemed you were unaware that Jake had been staring at you for the past ten minutes, his eyes fixated on the way you ate, in complete awe. It wasn’t the fruit that kept him mesmerized, it was the way you moved. The way your lips parted as you took the fruit, the delicate, almost sensual way you sucked off each finger clean, completely unaware of the effect it was having on him. The sound, soft and almost seductive, lingered in the back of his mind, and it stirred something inside him he wasn’t prepared for.

He tried to look away a few times, but his gaze always found its way back to you. Every movement you made, every little detail, your fingers, your lips, the way you casually tossed the fruit pit aside. It was like a magnet drawing him in deeper. He could feel his heart beat faster, his body responding in ways he didn’t fully understand, not when you were sitting there so casually, so innocently. The way the area around the crotch of his shorts grew just a little tighter, and how his breathing became more ragged and slowed. It made him feel conflicted, unsure if he should look away or allow himself to enjoy the view a little longer.

But what Jake didn’t know was that you weren’t oblivious. You could feel the weight of his gaze, the way his eyes were fixed on you, and you couldn’t help but feel a small spark of awareness. You had noticed it earlier but chose to ignore it, trying to convince yourself it was just his usual quietness. But now, with the lingering tension between you, it was undeniable. He was watching you, and in a way, it made you feel both empowered and strangely nervous.

Your gaze shifted sideways toward him, catching his eye for a brief moment before he quickly looked away, as if he hadn’t been staring at you for the past several minutes. You smirked, licking your last finger clean, enjoying the power that came with his unease. You weren’t sure where the feeling was coming from, but something inside you enjoyed the effect you were having on him.

"Something on your mind, Jakey?" you asked, your voice teasing but light. There was a playful edge to your words, as if you were testing the waters, trying to see if he would admit to it.

He cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at you. "Uh, no. Just… enjoying the view," he muttered, his voice betraying him as a flush crept up his neck.

You chuckled softly, running your fingers through your hair in a casual, yet purposeful motion, letting the strands fall effortlessly around your shoulders. "I see," you said with a grin, not hiding the fact that you were enjoying his reaction. "Glad you’re getting some use out of those eyes of yours."

Jake shifted uncomfortably, the heat in his cheeks making him feel like he was caught in a trap. But the moment passed quickly as you casually laid back, propping your head up on your arm and looking at the sky. Yet, you could feel Jake’s presence beside you, still lingering. His eyes might have moved away, but you knew exactly what was going through his head. And it made you feel alive in a way that surprised you.

Your playful smile didn’t falter as you picked up another cherry, bringing it slowly to your lips, letting it roll around your fingers as you took another bite.

You glanced over at him, teasing with a slight tilt of your head. “Want one, Jake?” you asked, your voice light and airy, but there was a definite hint of challenge in it this time.

Jake, clearly thrown off, didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes were locked on you. His gaze was hungry, not for the fruit, but for you. He swallowed hard, his breath catching as his eyes stayed on you, taking in each little movement you made. When you swirled your tongue around the fruit and sucked it off your finger with a soft moan, it was as if time itself slowed down. You felt his stare on you, making your pulse race, and you couldn’t deny the effect it was having on both of you. “It’s sooo sweet.” 

He licked his lips nervously, almost unsure of how to respond, and his voice trembled when he spoke. “No, I’m… I’m good,” he gulped. His eyes, though, never left you.

You could see the way his words didn’t match his actions. You could see that his mind was somewhere far from the fruit, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, your heart racing a little faster as you watched him fidget in place.

“Good, because it was the last one anyway,” you playfully teased.

“Right…” he mumbled, still not really paying attention, his thoughts clearly drifting elsewhere, his focus solely on you.

You let the moment hang there, letting Jake stew in his own nervousness for a second. But it was your turn now, and you couldn’t resist leaning into the tension. With a teasing smirk, you tossed the cherry pit aside and pushed yourself up, closing the distance between the two of you.

You looked him in the eye, reading his expression, and in that instant, it was like everything else faded away. The island, the heat, the isolation, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the way he was looking at you, the way you were looking at him, and the way you both seemed to be caught in this moment.

“It’s okay,” you said softly, but your voice was filled with that same playful edge. “You can still have a taste…”

Before he could even process your words, you leaned in, tilting your head slightly, and kissed him.

At first, Jake froze, completely caught off guard, his body stiffening as your lips met his. But that hesitation didn’t last long. Something inside him snapped, and his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as he kissed you back with a fierce intensity. The kiss was nothing like the one before. It was more intense, raw, and driven by a deeper sense of desire and urgency.

You pulled away just enough to catch your breath, your lips still tingling from the touch. Jake’s eyes were wide, but there was a softness in them now, like the nervous energy had melted away, replaced with something more genuine, more vulnerable. He seemed to be searching your face, trying to figure out if this was real or if he was just imagining it.

You grinned, your heart racing as you slid your hand to his chest, feeling the heat of his skin. “You wanted a taste, didn’t you?” you teased, your voice low and playful.

Jake swallowed again, still breathless from the kiss, and nodded slowly. “Yeah… I did.”

You hummed. “There’s still more of me to taste.”

And that was all it took for Jake’s sanity to crumble, smashing his lips onto yours once again. Surprisingly, he was the first to slip his tongue into your mouth, very much enjoying the sweet and raw taste of the cherries mixed with your combined saliva.

He groaned against your lips, roaming his hands all over your body, trying to feel all of you. His grip was so firm, it felt as though he was afraid the tide might pull you from his hold. 

But up until now, you were getting too worked up, craving more, craving to feel him without any barriers between you. It had also been a while since you’d had any kind of romantic interaction with a boy, and now, with Jake’s hands roaming all over your body and his lips leaving trails of heat against your skin, you felt like you were rediscovering something you hadn’t even realized you missed.

You straddled him partially, your bodies tangled in a slow, heated makeout session. Your hands trailed down his arms, guiding them to where you wanted them, pressing them firmly against you as if daring him to hold on tighter. You led them down to your mostly bare ass, as your lips and tongues moved in sync. Jake let out a shaky breath against your mouth, his hands now resting on the curves of your cheeks, fingers pressing into your skin as if memorizing the way you felt beneath them.

“You can touch me, you know,” you teased between kisses, your voice sultry yet playful.

Jake chuckled softly, though his grip tightened instinctively. “Trust me,” he murmured, his lips grazing your jaw, “I’m trying to keep myself together here.”

You smirked, tilting his chin up so your eyes met. “Then don’t.”

Jake was starting to feel a little nervous now. He wasn’t sure if it was obvious, but deep down, he knew he wasn’t as experienced as he sometimes let on. Sure, he had been with a few girls before, but his focus had mostly always been on his studies back in school. He wasn’t the type to chase fleeting romances or get caught up in distractions. And now, here he was, caught in this moment with you. Someone older, someone who carried a type of confidence that made him feel both drawn in and a little out of his depth.

The thought made his grip on you tighten slightly, his heart pounding as he tried to keep up with your pace. He didn’t want to overthink it, but his nerves were creeping in, and for the first time in a long while, Jake felt out of his element.

Still, despite his unease, one thing was certain—-he wanted this. He wanted you. And if anything, he wanted to learn you, to understand what made you tick, what made you feel good, and what would make you look at him not just as a boy stranded on an island with you, but as a man worth being close to.

Instead of hesitating, Jake took a deep breath and steadied himself. He wasn’t about to let his nerves ruin this moment. If anything, he wanted to prove to himself and to you, that he could meet you where you were, that he wasn’t just some younger guy fumbling his way through this.

So instead of backing down, he leaned in, his grip on you growing firmer as he took control of the moment. His hands, once hesitant, now moved with purpose, tracing slow, deliberate paths along the sides of your thighs as he pulled you closer. His lips met yours again, this time with a newfound confidence, deeper and more sure.

If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right.

But you on the other hand, were growing impatient, as you undid the clasps of your bra with a practiced ease, not breaking the heated kiss between you and Jake. Then, you found his hands once again, leading them up your sides, all the way to your now unclothed breasts, encouraging him to touch you the way you wanted. Jake swallowed hard, his breath unsteady as he looked up at you. His fingers hesitated for only a moment before they settled against your chest, warm and firm. 

He experimentally pinched your right nipple, eliciting a short whimper from you. You urged him to do it again, gazing down at him with a sultry, knowing look. So this time, he brought both of his hands up, pinching both nipples at the same time, and enjoying how his slightest touch sent such a raw, immediate reaction through you. You gripped his shoulders to balance yourself out of desperation, while he played with your tits, pinching and grabbing at them like he basically owned them. 

Your whines were growing louder the more he fondled and touched you, sensing your panties growing damper with every passing moment. But then finally, he latched his lips onto your flesh with no warning, causing you to throw your head back in sheer pleasure. “Fuck!” you whined shamelessly. 

Your words only fueled his desire, as he timely shifted from your left to your right boobs, as if he were devouring both with the hunger of a starved man. The sensation you felt from his teeth grazing your skin, nibbling and sucking, leaving behind purple marks as a sign of possession. It sent you into a frenzy, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity.

It was then that you were now beginning to feel his clothed dick growing, from where you were sitting on him, momentarily realizing for a brief second, that he was much larger than you had expected. 

Too turned on to even think properly, you began to bounce yourself slowly on his lap, grinding against what you wanted so badly. This caused him to groan against your chest as his brows furrowed in ecstasy, finally being able to feel some relief in his pants, where you were basically dry humping him at this point.

But it wasn’t enough. 

“Jakeee,” you cried, incessantly tugging at his hair, forcing him to look up at you. He panted softly as you both locked eyes, his lips glistening, coated with a sheen of saliva. The look you gave him was intense, filled with desire and unspoken promise. Your eyes were half lidded, your lips parted slightly as you took in the moment, your expression a perfect mix of vulnerability and challenge. It was as though you were daring him, inviting him to follow the unspoken invitation in your gaze. You didn’t need to say a word, he understood everything in that single, charged moment.

Jake then shifted his position, carefully guiding you so that you were lying on your back with him leaning over you. His body hovered just above yours, the intensity of his presence grounding you in the moment. You both paused, breathing heavily as the energy between you lingered. His eyes were still locked onto yours, before his lips found yours again in a desperate kiss. The air was filled with an undeniable connection, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away.

As you two kissed, Jake managed to start pulling the hem of his shorts lower and lower until his large cock finally sprang free from the constraints of his pants, revealing his v-line. It slapped against his abdomen impatiently, coating his skin with precum. 

You broke away from the kiss curiously, wanting to finally see it. And boy, were you far from disappointed. 

"Oh my," you gasped, your eyes widening in awe as you glanced down at the space between the two of you. Jake couldn't help but chuckle softly, his gaze filled with admiration for how cute you looked in the moment. 

He smirked playfully. “What? Don’t think you’ll be able to take it?” Without hesitation, you shook your head, showing him with certainty that you were ready. He chuckled again, shaking his head. "I'm just messing with you," he said, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

As he took his length in his hand, pumping it a few times, you eagerly slid your panties off, anticipation building with every moment. 

This was it. You were going to have sex with him.

You never expected the boy you found lying on the shore, looking so lost and helpless, to be the one you'd end up sharing such a deep, intimate moment with. He had been a stranger, someone you thought you might never see again, yet here he was. His presence was overwhelming in a way you never anticipated. The shift from survival partners to something more had been unexpected, yet somehow felt like it had always been meant to be. 

As you snapped out of your thoughts, you noticed Jake was quietly waiting, patiently giving you the space to make the next move, his expression soft but expectant. His posture was relaxed, but you could see the subtle tension in his body, waiting for your cue. It was clear that he was just as invested in the moment as you were, yet respecting your pace. The silence between you both felt like it held so much potential, and you realized that this connection was more than just physical. It was something deeper, a shared understanding that went beyond words.

You nodded at him, signaling that you were ready. And in no time, Jake was slowly shoving his length in between your legs. However, it didn’t matter how slow or gentle his movements were—it still hurt. Really badly. 

“You okay?” he asked, though his tone was everything but comforting. You could tell he was losing his composure. It sounded so desperate and willing, while his eyes were sewn shut, jaw clenching. He wanted to ram into you so, so bad. But honestly, who could blame him? He was a man. A very kind and respectful one, but still, a man. And every man has their own needs and desires. 

At first, the idea of being stranded on a deserted island with a random stranger in the middle of nowhere seemed like your worst nightmare—or any girl's, really. But as you got to know the lost boy, whose shy, almost teenage like personality made him seem harmless, you started to think, well, it could be worse. And it's ironic to think that, for many men, Jake's situation might actually feel like a dream, stranded on an island with a beautiful young woman and no escape. 

But the surprising part was that Jake never made a move on you until you kissed him. Despite being stranded in such a close, intimate situation, Jake tried to restrain himself. Even though his feelings were clearly there, he was a shy boy at heart, and that made him hold back, even when the situation practically begged for it. Plus, he finally didn’t need to secretly jerk off when you weren’t there anymore. He no longer had to pretend he wasn’t blatantly staring at you or try to suppress the dirty thoughts that inevitably crossed his mind whenever you were near. Because, now, he knew that the feeling was mutual. 

So, instead of impatiently pushing his hips into you, he reminded himself to calm down and take it slow, especially considering you were likely in some form of pain right now. 

When he finally bottomed out, he let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, stilling his dick inside of you and hoping that he wouldn’t fucking cum already. 

And after a few moments passed, your body was finally getting used to Jake’s massive size, giving him a subtle nod, letting Jake know it was okay to begin. Thank the fucking lord.

He began slowly, pulling back just a bit, and gently thrusting in. Jake felt like he was seeing stars at this point, overwhelmed by desire and ecstasy. Your pussy was too fucking good to be true. You squeezed him just right while you were still adjusting, milking his meat perfectly. He looked down at you while he carefully thrusted, maintaining eye contact. 

You were so beautiful. You were sprawled out beneath him, your hair tousled and glistening from the earlier sun, the light making it seem almost ethereal. Your lips were swollen from the previous kissing, still pink, and your eyes had that glimmer of intensity that made him feel both nervous and captivated at the same time. Your skin, glowing from the warm sun, had a soft, dewy look to it, and the way you breathed, just slightly out of rhythm, made him feel like he was looking at someone both incredibly strong and delicate. You were a beautiful mixture of vulnerability and confidence, and it made him feel like he was seeing you in a way he never thought he would. 

Losing his composure a bit, his movements began to speed up, ramming into you with more force as his mouth hung open in pure bliss, short groans escaping with each breath. Jake hasn’t had sex with many girls in his lifetime, but surely none of them even came close to you. He couldn’t help but compare this moment he was spending with you to everything he had experienced before, and nothing had ever felt this intense.

The way your body was in heat, clenching around his poor cock in desperate need to release. The way your tits bounced slightly with every thrust of his hips. The way you looked so damn good, getting fucked by him. Your presence, the way you moved, and the way you made him feel, everything about you was different. 

As the moments passed, the sounds between you both grew louder. Soft whines and gentle groans slipped from both of your lips, almost in sync, creating a rhythm that felt intimate. 

“Fuck,” he said raspily, his voice hoarse from exhaustion. “I…I think I’m close.”

"Me too," you murmured softly, your voice contrasting with Jake’s. He leaned in, foreheads gently pressing together before his lips met yours once more. This time, it was messier and nastier with a hint of urgency. Saliva was dripping down both of your chins, as you both moaned into each other’s mouths with no care in the world. 

Jake’s pace was getting relentless by now, thrusting forcefully into you like a madman. The sounds of skin slapping echoed and filled your ears, making you very aware. It was as if his hips had a mind of its own. He had only one goal now anyway, and that was to cum. Inside you.

And after a few more moments, his thrusts finally slowed to a stop, briefly pausing inside of you, before he was unleashing his thick, white cream into your exhausted pussy. 

The sensation it gave you was so raw and overwhelming, unlike anything you had ever experienced before. It made everything around you fade away, leaving only the intensity of the moment. Your mouth hung open in shock, your eyes squeezed shut as a gasp escaped your lips. Your body shook, overwhelmed by the intensity of the feeling. Jake finally collapsed onto you, exhausted, but also satisfied from his long needed release. You both caught your breath, feeling the effects of the post orgasmic bliss. A light laugh escaped your lips as you wiped the sweat from your brow, your body still humming from the previous pleasure. “That was something,” you said, still catching your breath. You waited for Jake to reply, but as you glanced at him, you realized he had already drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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The muffled sucking sounds escaping your mouth ringed in Jake’s ears like a mantra that’s been going on for the past five minutes. “Don’t stop,” he whimpered pleadingly, as he watched your head bob up and down in between his legs. 

You hummed in response, tilting your head to look up at Jake, enjoying the effect you had on him. You loved the way you had him entranced, the way his eyes darkened with desire and how his breath became ragged. His chest heaved with every breath, and his lips were slightly parted. The flush of his skin and the tension in the air showed just how much you had gotten under his skin, making him lose his usual composure. 

The squelching and slurping noises radiated off your mouth so intensely, leaving Jake’s mind too numb and too fucked out to process a single thought. He just watched you in amazement with his shoulders propped up, giving him the perfect view of his cock going in and out of your mouth. And in and out. 

Your mouth and chin was completely smothered in his precum at this point as you basically made out with his dick, taking it in all the way until you couldn’t. 

Then, a loud gasp escaped his mouth when he felt your hot and slimy tongue trail all the way down to his balls. You took one in your mouth as you massaged the other with your hand. Then you switched, alternating and sucking onto the other one. 

Jake had never had his balls sucked this good, or ever, matter of fact. His senses were being so overstimulated to the point where he could only focus on the feeling of your warm mouth, sucking him off so good. He couldn’t even process what you were saying anymore, forgetting that you said anything at all.

“Does it feel good Jakey?” you asked slyly, replacing the balls that were just in your mouth back to his dick. But all you got was just a weak moan in response, momentarily looking up to see Jake’s head thrown all the way back. 

Slightly chuckling to yourself, you returned to slobbering on his cock, picking up the pace and deepthroating it until it hit the back of your throat. You couldn’t help but gag a little, however, that just sent Jake even farther up in a haze. He pushed his hips up instinctively, making you take his dick even deeper, evoking his dick to twitch in between your lips. And it wasn’t long until he was groaning bluntly and cumming on your tongue, subconsciously thrusting up inside your mouth a few times. 

After swallowing every single drop of his fluids, you removed your mouth and began to crawl onto him, until you were hovering right above his softening cock. 

“Wh-what are you doing?” he asked in a daze, still coming off of his high.

“Shhh..” you hushed him. You slid your shorts and panties to the side and grabbed his dick harshly with your other hand. 

“W-wait! Don-” he began in panic. But it was no use, because the next thing he knew, you were slamming your hips down onto him, forcing his cock inside of you. 

You let out a sigh of pleasure, feeling his cock immediately harden back up inside your hole. The walls of your pussy began to milk it as you sat up and then back down, slowly riding him to a rhythm. 

Jake on the other hand was feeling way too overstimulated and restless. He had just orgasmed not even ten seconds ago, and here you were already shoving it back inside of you. You gave him no time to let his dick recover. 

He began to cry out frantically, “Wait! It’s still sensitive!” His arms flung out to try and stop your movements, but they just froze in the air, unsure of what to do. He noisily whined out in discomfort, but nothing. You just rode his delicate and fragile dick, ignoring his pleads to stop. 

“Come on, you can take it Jake. I know you can.”

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The fire crackled softly, the only sound breaking the silence of the night. The air had grown colder, and you could feel the chill seeping through your clothes, making you shiver slightly. You pulled your jacket tighter around you, staring into the flames, lost in your thoughts.

Jake’s voice interrupted the quiet, breaking the calm with a soft question. “Do you ever think we could get off this island?” he asked, his tone laced with a mixture of hope and uncertainty.

You shrugged, your eyes never leaving the dancing flames. “I don’t know, but I hope we do,” you said, trying to push away the lingering doubts that always crept in when you let yourself think too much about the future.

Jake shifted beside you, his voice more hesitant this time. “But what will happen to us?” he asked, his gaze turned toward the sky, like he was trying to find an answer in the stars.

You furrowed your brow, confused by the question. “What do you mean?”

He paused, as if gathering his thoughts, then his eyes met yours. “I like you a lot,” he admitted, his voice low. “But what if we go back to our normal lives and I never see you again?”

You were quiet for a moment, processing his words. The thought of parting ways with him was something you hadn’t allowed yourself to truly consider. But now that he mentioned it, it felt a little too real.

“Well, that’s not gonna happen,” you said, your voice firm, though you didn’t know for sure. “But even if it did... we’d have to move on. Life moves forward, you know?”

Jake looked at you, uncertainty still lingering in his eyes. “Yeah,” he said softly, a sigh escaping him. “I guess you’re right.”

The quiet settled between you for a moment, both of you lost in your own thoughts. Then, Jake spoke up again, his curiosity piqued. “So, why were you even on the plane?” he asked, his voice light but inquisitive. “What brought you out here?”

You took a deep breath, staring at the flames for a second before answering. “I was moving,” you said slowly. “I had a bad breakup with an ex of mine, and it kind of sent me into a spiral. I got pretty bitter about relationships after that. I ended up losing a lot of friends, and things weren’t great with my family, either... until recently.” You didn’t want to go into too much detail, but it felt good to say it out loud, even if it was just to Jake.

Jake nodded, listening quietly as you spoke. He didn’t interrupt, giving you space to share. “What about you?” you asked, curious now.

He chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck. “I was visiting my brother,” he said. “He lives in another city, and I was going to spend a few weeks with him. Things were kind of... complicated with my family too, but it felt like the right time to reconnect.”

You could hear the hint of hesitation in his voice, but you didn’t press him for more. Instead, you both sat in the silence for a moment, letting the crackling fire fill the space between you.

It felt odd, talking like this. In a way, you hadn’t really expected to open up so much, not in this place, and certainly not with someone you had just met under these bizarre circumstances. But it was easy with Jake, easier than you’d ever imagined.

“So, what now?” you asked, breaking the quiet. “Do we just keep going, day by day, hoping for a miracle?”

Jake looked at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I don’t know... maybe. But I think, for right now, we’re okay. We’re still here. And I think we’re gonna make it out of this.”

Just as he finished speaking, almost on cue, the sound of a plane flying overhead broke the stillness of the moment. Your heart skipped a beat, and without thinking, you bolted upright. “Oh shit!” you shouted, panic rising in your chest. You quickly started flailing your arms, yelling at the top of your lungs, trying to get their attention. Your mind raced as the plane seemed to be soaring higher, farther away, like it was already losing its connection to the island.

Jake was right behind you, his footsteps pounding in the sand as he followed your frantic movements.

“Jake! Get the flare!” you screamed, your voice cracking with urgency. The plane was almost out of sight now, and you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. Every second counted. "Hurry!"

He sprinted off toward the spot where you’d left the flare, his eyes wide with realization. You could hear the beat of your heart in your ears, each moment slipping by faster than the last.

Finally, Jake came back into view, flare in hand, and you watched as he aimed it at the sky, his expression tense. As the bright light shot into the air, a wave of frustration hit you. The plane was already too far gone. 

The flare fell back to the ground, its glow dimming, and you stood there, breathless, feeling the weight of the moment. Jake’s face mirrored your own, a mix of disappointment and disbelief.

“We... we almost had them,” he muttered under his breath, but there was no use in saying it now. 

“There’s no way they saw us or our SOS sign,” you said, your voice low and heavy with frustration. “Especially not at night when it’s so dark.”

Jake nodded, his face tense with the same realization you were grappling with. He let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping as the weight of the failed attempt hit him.

“I know,” he replied quietly, still staring into the dark sky. 

You glanced at the flare on the ground, its brief burst of light already fading into the night. It seemed like everything was slipping away, no matter how hard you fought.

“Well, at least we know,” you muttered, trying to hold onto a sliver of hope. “There’s still a chance.”

Jake’s eyes darkened with a mix of frustration and hope as he looked up at the sky again. “Yeah, maybe someone noticed the flare,” he said, his voice more hopeful this time. “They might be calling for help. We should keep an eye out for any more passing planes in the next few days.”

You nodded, your heart beating faster as a tiny spark of hope flickered. It wasn’t much, but it was something. The thought that someone might have seen that brief flash of light and was coming to help was enough to keep you going for now.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you agreed, looking out over the horizon. “We can’t give up now. We’ll be ready if another plane comes by.”

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You and Jake lay back in the sun, enjoying the warmth as you fed each other pieces of fruit. The conversation drifted from light-hearted plans to deeper thoughts about the future.

“You know,” Jake said between bites, “once we’re off this island, I think I’ll finally take a break. I’ve been studying so much, I forgot what it was like to just enjoy life.”

You smiled, enjoying his relaxed tone. “Yeah, I get that. Maybe we could actually take a trip somewhere. I’ve always wanted to go to Paris. Or maybe travel around Europe for a bit.”

He nodded enthusiastically. “That sounds perfect. I’d love to see the world, maybe live somewhere by the beach and just... take it easy.”

You paused, your smile faltering slightly. “Yeah, but... if we get off this island, we’d probably have to go back to our old lives, right? You know, school, work... all that stuff. I’m not really sure I’m ready for a relationship right now, after everything that happened with my ex.”

Jake looked at you for a moment, his smile slowly fading. “I mean, I’d like to go back to normal too, but… what if we never see each other again? What if this is it? Just us, here.”

You shrugged, keeping the tone light, though there was a faint ache behind your words. "I don’t know… It would be tough, but it’s inevitable.”

He sighed, his eyes shifting. “I get that, I do. But I guess I’m just... not ready for things to go back to the way they were before. I’ve had more fun here with you than I have in a while."

You smiled softly, gently running your fingers through the sand. “Yeah, I’ve had a good time too... But if we get off, it’ll be the best of both worlds, right? We can go back to living our lives, but with this whole new chapter behind us.”

Jake was quiet for a beat, and you noticed his unease. But you didn’t push him, instead keeping the conversation light and hopeful, knowing that things might change, but it would be okay either way. 

“Okay,” you said with a yawn, your body beginning to relax as the sun's warmth lulled you. “I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up in a few hours?”

Jake gave a small, affectionate smile. “Of course.”

As you drifted off, your breathing slow and steady, Jake remained by your side, sitting quietly and watching you sleep. In the soft light of the day, with the gentle sounds of the ocean and the rustling of leaves in the breeze, you looked so peaceful, so at ease, and it struck him in a way he couldn’t put into words. Your features relaxed, your body still, and your chest rising and falling with each breath, it all felt so perfect. He couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized by how beautiful you were. For a moment, it was just the two of you, the world around you fading away, and it felt like everything was right.

Jake had never thought of himself as the kind of guy to get lost in such moments. He had always been focused, driven by the constant need to do something, to achieve something. But now, sitting here beside you, feeling the warmth of your presence and the peace of the island, he realized how much he had missed out on. All those years spent locked away in his books, pushing himself toward the next goal, the next success, it felt so far removed from the quiet joy of just being here, of being with you.

What if he didn’t have to go back? What if this life—this simple, unhurried life—was what he really wanted? The thought made his chest tighten, his heart racing in ways he wasn’t used to. He had spent so long trying to fit himself into a mold, trying to be the perfect student, the perfect son, always chasing after something. But here, now, he realized it didn’t matter. With you, he was finally living, truly living, and he didn’t want to lose that.

He was pulled from his thoughts by a sudden, unmistakable sound, the roar of an engine overhead. His heart jumped in his chest, and before he even realized it, he was on his feet, looking up at the sky. Another plane. It was there. The opportunity for rescue, for freedom, was right in front of him. His hands trembled as he ran back to retrieve the flare, instinctively preparing to signal.

But as he stood there, flare in hand, something stopped him. The adrenaline coursing through him mixed with doubt, and the weight of everything he had been thinking in the moments before seemed to settle into his bones. The thought of being saved, of leaving this island, of leaving you, hit him like a wave. What would happen to you two after that? Would he just go back to his old life, to the endless cycle of studying and striving, or would he somehow find a way to hold onto what he had with you?

For a moment, he imagined the plane flying off into the distance, taking with it everything he had found here. The certainty of what lay beyond the island seemed so distant, so unappealing now, compared to the quiet connection they shared in this place.

With a quiet breath, he let the flare drop from his hands and turned, walking back toward you as you slept. And there, with his back to the plane, he sat beside you, the weight of his decision settling over him like the sun. He sat down beside you, carefully keeping his movements quiet to not disturb your peaceful slumber. The rays were warm on his skin, and the gentle sway of the breeze seemed to echo his own quiet thoughts. Maybe, just maybe, he'd found something more important than escaping the island.

And as he sat there, his gaze drifting over your sleeping form, he realized that for the first time, he wasn’t thinking about the future, about what he would go back to. He was thinking about the present, about this moment, and that was enough.

[mulletmitsuya]

Tokyo Revengers Groupchat (Final Timeline)

Warnings: suggestive (i might have to change this warning to "mentions of sexual content" bcs it's too tame of a warning for the stuff that's actually in here), swearing, the word "pedophile" is mentioned, mentions of substance abuse

Desc: Everyone finds out Takemitchy and Mikey are time leapers, which leads to some...interesting questions

Mitsuya: so let me get this straight

Mitsuya: you're a time traveler, and you've lived dozens of timelines to prevent Hina from dying but she kept dying anyway but then when you got to one where she didn't die, Mikey was some deranged criminal lord and was miserable and depressed and tried to kill himself so you had to go back in time again to make sure everything was fixed but ended up dying while fighting Mikey but then somehow you both went back in time and rewrote all of our entire lives??

Takemitchy: yeah...

Baji: cap

Mikey: it's not

Mitsuya: so Mikey's a time traveler too?

Mikey: yeah it's crazy i know

Draken: do you guys have any way to prove this?

Chifuyu: this explains why i keep getting random visions of me in alternate universes. holy shit

Haruchiyo: weird ass prank

Takemitchy: i think it happened since you're close to me and we basically did everything together. i'm not sure

Inupi: we're just gonna believe this?

Koko: wait, i kind of do

Kisaki: this...defies all logic of anything ever.

Mikey: shut up Kisaki

Mikey: i'm sorry it's just that in ever other timeline you've ruined my life so it's difficult to be nice to you sometimes

Kisaki: so you don't like me because of something i did in another universe?

Takemitchy: *timeline

Mikey: yeah. my bad

Baji: i'm gonna entertain this cause i'm bored but what was i like in other timelines

Mikey: dead

Baji: ...all of em?

Mikey: yeah, it kinda drove me to insanity

Baji: damn

Baji: why?

Mikey: you killed yourself to save Kazutora

Baji: what was the context

Mikey: long story

Baji: there wasn't any other way?

Mikey: you're kinda pissing me off cause that's what i was wondering, actually

Baji: damn

Kazutora: thanks man. appreciate it🙏

Kazutora: i'll slobber on your meat later, as a proper thank you

Baji: i'd appreciate that. thanks homie🙌

Koko: what about me?

Baji: you wanna slobber on my meat? i mean i won't stop you. as long as i can call you kitten.

Koko: ...i was talking about me in alternate universe's😐

Takemitchy: i don't think we should go there guys. there's too many timelines, and not everything was exactly the same. and also in general it was a really traumatizing experience for me and i kind of want to end my life every time i think about it

Hanma: womp womp. what about me???

Mikey: murderer

Hanma: YESSSSS 😭😭😭😭😭

Hanma: THANK GOD, I KNEW IF I COULDN'T DO IT HERE, MULTIVERSE ME WOULD HAVE LIVED THE DREAM

Hanma: are me and Tetta-san together in every universe

Mikey: surprisingly, yes

Hanma: and he denies we're soulmates😔

Kisaki: i will not hesitate to get another restraining order

Hanma: a piece of paper won't stand in my way. let's get married

Kisaki: i will call the police

Draken: guys are we really entertaining this?

Mikey: you went to jail in one of the timelines and you were bald LMAO

Draken: sure

Baji: why'd he go to jail?

Mikey: these guys killed Emma and Ken-chin took revenge

Baji: respectable

Mikey: he was given a death sentence

Baji: that's tough fr

Ran: i'm kinda curious

Ran: humour me, what was i like?? was i famous?

Mikey: you were a criminal. killed people

Ran: sounds about right if i'm being honest

Ran: and Haruchiyo and Rindou?

Haruchiyo: leave me out of Takemitchy's psychotic episodes

Haruchiyo: i think you have a hallucination/delusion disorder or something

Mikey: but don't you believe me?

Haruchiyo: ...

Haruchiyo: Mikey, you're also pretty mentally ill

Mikey: says you???

Haruchiyo: i just have substance abuse problems and i'm getting clean so...

Mikey: GUYS I'M TELLING THE TRUTH I SWEAR

Mikey: I'VE BEEN GOING CRAZY KEEPING THIS A SECRET

Draken: when was the last time you slept?

Mikey: ☹️

Baji: guys just play pretend.

Rindou: what about me?

Mikey: same as your brother just uh, less gay and slutty?

Rindou: story of my life

Inupi: you didn't do Koko

Mikey: criminal

Koko: the whole time?

Mikey: yeah

Mikey: Inupi got normal at some point because he and Ken-chin got close and they fixed bikes together and had sex

Inupi: Draken????

Draken: you're really starting to piss me off.

Mikey: Akane died in the fire though like she was BURNT

Takemitchy: uh Mikey-kun...

Mikey: she was a crisp i'm telling you

Mikey: Inupi you had an ugly red scar on your face and no one wanted you

Mikey: Izana i know you're reading this, you were fucking insane dude like you killed Emma for some fucking reason then Kisaki shot you 3 times in the chest and you died while having a really bad mental breakdown. it was a major L on your part

Chifuyu: Mikey why are you leaving out the fact that the common denominator in every single timeline was that you killed every single one of your friends in the most brutal ways possible🤨?

Mikey: no comment

Smiley: how'd he kill me?

Chifuyu: uhhh

Chifuyu: Takemitchy help me out here

Takemitchy: i don't want to talk about it😐

Chifuyu: I REMEMBER

Chifuyu: backshot

Smiley: ...

Smiley: he killed me by giving me backshots..?

Smiley: i would NEVER take it from behind

Smiley: especially from MIKEY

Smiley: small dick having ass

Smiley: my bootyhole is not to be messed with

Smiley: i'm so pissed off right now holy shit

Smiley: how did i even die???? dick so good it killed me?

Smiley: i'm so angry

Angry: and i'm Smiley😂

Baji: 3/10 joke 👎, poor delivery, fell flat

Smiley: i hope you kill yourself, Mikey

Mikey: trust me, i've tried

Chifuyu: ???

Chifuyu: he shot you in the back with a gun?

Chifuyu: what's wrong with you

Smiley: oh my bad i though you meant like, he was taking me doggy style

Smiley: i'm no bottom

Ran: what is happening

Chifuyu: i'm moving on😐

Chifuyu: Hakkai was tied to a chair and burnt to death

Hakkai: wha-

Hakkai: WHAT DID I DO??

Hakkai: jesus 😟

Chifuyu: why am i getting all these memories, i'm freaking out

Hakkai: Mikey please tell me what i did to deserve that ☹️

Mikey: idk Hakkai i was going through a lot

Draken: have you been diagnosed with anything?

Mikey: i don't need a diagnosis bcs i'm fine now, you're all alive and i don't have any murderous intent!!! yippee🤗

Mikey: isn't this great Takemitchy??

Takemitchy: well, yeah no ones dead so that's great

Izana: this is obviously completely fabricated

Izana: are you guys that bored?

Senju: man for all that time traveling you sure are a shit boyfriend😭

Takemitchy: how????

Takemitchy: did Hina say that☹️??

Senju: it's an observation

Senju: you've had way too many coincidental close calls with other woman💀

Draken: yeah you pissed me off when you thought i was gifting you a prostitute. you had a whole ass girlfriend. shame on you

Senju: and you also almost slept with Emma and you "don't remember"

Smiley: Mitchy's low-key funny as hell because what do you mean you stripped yourself and another girl down to your underwear by accident

Baji: wouldn't Takemitchy be a pedophile then?? Emma was 13 dawg🤨

Mikey: he was 14 though😭

Baji: you're gonna ride Takemitchy's dick to defend him from trying to sleep with your 13 year old sister??? crazy

Baji: wasn't be mentally 26🤨?

Baji: bro i'm gonna beat your ass actually

Mikey: hmm

Mikey: you know what Mitchy, why did you do that 🤨?

Smiley: LMFAOO

Mitsuya: why did i come back to Takemitchy facing pedophile allegations, like what's going on right now

Kazutora: is it not enough that he changed the space and time continuum just to be with his girl?

Kazutora: cheating this cheating that, my boy deserves all the pussy he wants

Kazutora: he's been beaten, shot, stabbed AND killed

Kazutora: i personally believe he's the goat

Baji: ?

Chifuyu: goat is an acronym for "greatest of all time", Baji-san

Baji: what's an acronym

Chifuyu: i'll dm

Kazutora: bro you're so fucking stupid😭

Draken: i don't care if he was skinned alive by an orangutan, there's no excuse to cheat on someone

Rindou: i think being skinned alive by an orangutang warrants having more than one girl. idk that's just me tho

Ran: not the point that's being made rn

Rindou: what exactly is the point that's being made

Rindou: is this real. are we being serious.

Rindou: i don't think i get the joke

Haruchiyo: i think we should all stop talking now

Mikey: Mitchy we need to talk a bit

Takemitchy: i told you this was a bad idea

[takimakiiiii]

“might sound crazy but it ain’t no lie, baby bye bye bye”

part 6! to the Cosmic Girl Records

summary: the gang goes to watch the new deadpool and wolverine movie. . . without you? oh no, that can’t be right.

ollie bearman x reader & platonic!grid x reader

all photos are found on pinterest!

warnings: swearing, nothing too bad this time lol

a/n: wow. this took forever to finally get out bc i started so many other fics 😭 but here it is, it’s a bit short but enjoy!

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 user1: uh oh, has y/n seen this yet 😬

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user2: may the 2019 rookies rest in peace 😔🙏 

user3: rip lando he’s in for a mouthful 

 user4: why’s everyone freaking out 

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 user5: just wait, give it a minute 

unfortunatelyy/n: MF???

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 user5: and there it is. 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: UMMM WHAT IS THIS 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: WHAT HAPPENED TO OH I'M SORRY I CANT COME OVER FOR DINNER I’VE GOT A DOCTORS APPOINTMENT THIS FRIDAY 

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 user6: OH NO. 

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 user10: dawg’s dead fs this time 😔

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 user7: LANDO RUN WHILE YOU HAVE THE CHANCE 😭😭

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 user8: he’s probably left the country by now 

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 landonorris: 😀 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: PICK UP YOUR PHONE 

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 landonorris: no. 

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 landonorris: @alex_albon @georgerussell RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN 

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 georgerussell64: YOU ASSHAT I TOLD YOU NOT TO POST IT 

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 landonorris: YOU WERE LITERALLY THE ONE WHO TOLD ME TO POST IT 

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 user9: oop 🫢

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 georgerussell64: i never took you for a LIAR 

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 landonorris: @alex_albon you were there you believe me right? 

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 alex_albon:  . . . ummmm

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 landonorris: i see how it is i’m friends with a bunch of TRAITORS 

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 user10: how does it feel to be betrayed by your best friends 

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 alex_albon: 😶

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 unfortunatelyy/n: PICK UP YOUR PHONE 

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 landonorris: omg i forgot about you 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: oh you are so dead 

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unfortunatelyy/n: whoever said revenge is best served cold clearly has never had chimichangas before 

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user1: HELP SHES AT IT AGAIN 😭

user2: absolutely violated my poor boy 😔

user3: i fear he may never learn his lesson 

 landonorris: oh i hate you. 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: just remember, you did this to yourself 

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 landonorris: i hope you 

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 user17: bro died mid comment 

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 user4: his pr team got to him before he could ruin his life 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: that’s what i thought punk 

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 mclarenracingf1: 🖕

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 user5: LANDO?! 😭😭

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 user6: HE DID NOT LMAOO 

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 user11: pr team probably took away his phone privileges so now he’s hacked into mclaren insta acc 😭

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 user12: lando rn: 🤓💻

user9: the side eye goes hard 

 user10: HELP WHERE DID SHE GET THESE PHOTOS 

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 user14: she’s probably got a whole collection 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: 😓

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 user16: HELP HAHA 

 alex_albon: can you send me that second pic 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: don’t even think about it, you’re next 

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 alex_albon: 😨

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 alex_albon: @lilymhe your girlfriend is bullying me 

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 user7: alex albon confirmed snitch 

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 user13: at least he’s not in denial anymore 

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 user8: can’t do nothing wrong in front of this guy otherwise next thing u know police are at your front door

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 lilymhe: do you deserve it 

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 alex_albon: no?????

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 unfortunatelyy/n: HAH what a little liar

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 alex_albon: why do you hate me 

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 alex_albon: no wait don’t answer that 

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 alex_albon: wait i’m sorry 

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 alex_albon: don’t embarrass me please 

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 alex_albon: answer my texts y/n

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 alex_albon: please y/n

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user1: the deadpool references, she is not holding back 😭 

user2: dayummmm pop off queen 

user3: can’t wait till it’s george’s turn i just KNOW she’s going to use the 2023 intro pose 

 alex_albon: HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO APOLOGISE 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: @landonorris ?

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 landonorris: do i have to 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: yep 

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 landonorris: are you sure 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: YES 

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 landonorris: fine.

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 landonorris: she only takes apologies in cash no card 💅🎀��� 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: mhm that’s right 

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 user4: HELP 

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 user5: girl has homie in a chokehold fr 

user6: the second pic 😭

 lilymhe: what is that first pic 🤣 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: alex tried to steal my car so I ran him over 

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 alex_albon: THAT DID NOT HAPPEN 

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 landonorris: y/n doesn’t even have her licence 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: HEY WHAT DID I SAY 

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 landonorris: im sorry 😔

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 unfortunatelyy/n: as you should be 

georgerussell64: why do i have a feeling that i’m next 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: my goodness, he has a brain AND feelings would you look at that 

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 georgerussell64: oh you think you’re so funny don’t you 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: i do actually 

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 georgerussell64: 🖕 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: 😘 

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 user7: they’re never beating the siblings allegations i fear 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: negative. i would rather die than be related to this child 

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 user8: child 😭 i’m wheezing 

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user2: I KNEWWW ITTTT AHAHAHA I CALLED IT BITCHES 

 user1: HELP Y/N WHERE DID U FIND THAT SECOND PIC 😭😭

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 georgerussell64: nO STOP 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: whatcha gonna do old man 

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 user5: OLD MAN IM WHEEZING 💀

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 user6: so is george 

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 user7: 😭😭

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 georgerussell64: call in the reinforcements @landonorris @alex_albon 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: AHAHAHAHAHHA 

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 georgerussell64: why are you laughing . . .  guys? guys where are you 

|  unfortunatelyy/n: their loyalty lies with me peasant 

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 georgerussell64: i can never win around here

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 unfortunatelyy/n: im glad you’ve come to terms with that 

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 georgerussell64: OH YOU SUCK 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: that’s what you get for being an ass 

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 georgerussell64: IT WAS LANDO’S IDEA 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: GASP

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 unfortunatelyy/n: WHAT 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: jk i already know 

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 user6: HELP 😭

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 georgerussell64: then why are u getting mad at me 😭

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 unfortunatelyy/n: cuz you’re fun to bully 

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 georgerussell64: blocked and reported 🛑

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 unfortunatelyy/n: its ok you’re not the first 

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 landonorris: she’s right 😐

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 unfortunatelyy/n: ugliness rears it’s head once again 

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 landonorris: oh you are the worst 

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 unfortunatelyy/n: 😘

a/n: tysm if you got to the end, have an amazing day xoxo santanasaintmendes

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[foundfamily-connoisseur]

PUNCH OUT HCS CUZ I DONT GOT TIME TO DRAW THEM BUT THEY WONT LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

Something something the voices

This is so long I'm sorry

No I'm serious I started derailing I think

LITTLE MAC

Mexican-American! His ma is Mexican and immigrated to The Bronx, where she met Mac's dad (who we have nothing on lol, he dipped before Mac was born).

His ma? Oh yeah, she died :( He doesn't know how, just that he came home one day (latchkey kid) and saw the cops surrounding the apartment. Placed him in an orphanage but got into fights a lot and deemed him a 'problem child' (literally just an autistic kid grieving the loss of his mom)

As said, Lil Mac is autistic! For the most nonverbal and thus uses ASL, but also speaks English and Spanish from time to time(English from Doc, Spanish from his mother and childhood friends who helped him keep up). Spanish is his preferred language tho.

Narcolepsy haver. It usually doesn't interfere much with his actual boxing matches since he's learned to feel when they're coming and deal with them accordingly. Took him and Doc a while to figure out that he had it since they just chalked it up to his prior malnutrition(which also impacted his growth, capping him at a whole 4'9)

Affectionate(?): must be initiated by him. He's very much for hugging and holding hands but if someone else does it first he's like :/. Only people he's ok with is Doc Louis so far.

Trans: transman who figured himself out pretty early when he only played soccer with the boys out in the mud. His mom cut his hair super short as a 'punishment' for always getting dirt in his braids but jokes on her he loved it. Doc has been helping him with hormone blockers, and with the prize money saving up for surgery 🙏 you can do it maccie boy!!! No one else in the ring knows and he'd rather keep it that way thank you (both out of nerves but also why do they need to know 🤨 what are they the fbi???)

Fashion sense: if you try to get this boy in anything but a tank/shirt and shorts he will explode. This man rocks flip flops and sneakers for days and it's all that's in his wardrobe (maybe another hoodie or two). A lot of them are rather worn but he hates the idea of "wasting" money so he uses em till they're literally impossible to wear.

Very spiritual: believes in el Mal Ojo aka Evil Eye and such. (Mostly from his mother and the women on the block that took him in from time to time). If he thinks your vibes are off, he will do an egg cleanse and swears that they work (they do i can attest to that chat).

GLASS JOE

EDS HAVER!!!!! (Ie Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome). This man has glass bones and paper

he don't care he will fight till he's dead! That and boxing actually does rlly help him with his joint pains. He finds it kinda funny when ppl worry about him like "sorry guys i gotta lie down real quick i think my ribs went criss cross". He prefers to get around on wheel chair but can get by with crutches(to which he just lays on the bed forever afterward)

Cat dad!!!!: less him having an actual pet cat than him just tending to whatever feline that crosses his path. May or may not have some scratches on his hands don't worry about it.

Actually really good friends with Mac: (we're going to pretend that they aren't literally thousands of miles away shut up). One of the few to make an actual effort to learn ASL rather than pick it up slowly or have Doc translate. In turn, Mac has gone about learning bits and pieces of French, enough so that both can communicate in their respective language and the other can (mostly) understand them.

This man is such a critic like what do you mean the food lacked a certain "je ne sais quoi" or the movie "insisted upon itself". He really wants to be nice but if it has any touch of French, he is going to murder it because it isn't French enough or actually accurate.

Had an ex fiance to which they broke off for reasons he'd rather not elaborate.

VON KAISER

Tics: he has em. They worsen under stress, but occur randomly or if overstimulated

Served in the military before being discharged. He doesn't like talking about and his tics start acting up if the topic is brought up.

Widower: wife died fairly early into their marriage and he was absolutely distraught. They both always talked about having kids, and a part of him still wants that, but it won't be the same without his Engelchen.

Career: he had wanted to be an engineer, but after serving in the military couldn't bring himself to go into it. That, and being a boxing teacher let's him tend to kids, even if it means getting socked in the stomach. He always acts like a strict instructor, both from his own experience in the military and because he wants to keep the kids at arms length. Also his wife being a kindergarten teacher had nothing to do with it nooooo

Close friends with Hondo and Glass Joe. Bear Hugger is a friendly fella but his loud and boarish disposition gets him riled up. Gets along well with Little Mac and if Doc isn't present for whatever reason, he's good at helping Mac calm down if he starts getting overstimulated and vice versa.

He also totally doesn't have Lil Mac be a pseudo son to him and think about his kis could've been potentially his age who said that.

Emotional support animal: German shepherd called Hugo. That's his baby right there

Disco Kid

That man's a fruit your honor!!!! No but fr tho he's a queer man living his best life.

Also a drag queen! (Name pending). Doesn't really care for how others perceive him and goes with the flow really.

Definitely fought with his dad a lot when he was younger, but as he grew his father came around and now they have a pretty solid relationship.

He's a total mommas boy tho he will literally die for her. He also has a little sister who he plays dolls with. (And yes she asks him to say it in his girl voice iykyk)

Gets along with pretty much everyone besides Mr. Sandman really (Aran Ryan is an interesting case. You heard it from the grape vine but they have an on and off relationship).

An art major for sureeeee. Idk what kind but im sensing something

Really good with machinery though. Usually just so he can fix up his car and stereos.

KING HIPPO

He is for sure not human. I always draw him more beastly but he's probably closer to whales/hippos than actual people.

Like hippos, all that's fat is really just pure muscle. No cuz google up a hippo and remove their skin them bitches are SHREDDED!!!

Naturally very affectionate, although he prefers his pals in the minor circuit (and Lil Mac. Yes this is Little Mac supremacy everyone will be his friend).

Absolutely loves cocktails. They come with fruit how can he not. Funnily enough he despises apples though.

Has multiple wives: a primary wife and secondary wives. Has kids with most of them and naturally, the first born son will take his place when the time comes. (He does love all his kids and wives equally tho so don't worry about them).

Surpringly eloquent" while he can't exactly form human speech, his writing is impeccable, both in letter and in word choice. No one knows how he does it with those claws and big ass hands.

PISTON HONDA

This man has so much manga it's insane. This mf probably has a whole room dedicated to his collection. Yes most of them are Shojo and yes he has a lot of Sailor Moon merch and memorabilia. (although he does also enjoy other such Mangas like JJBA and Inuyasha. I'd say he's embarrassed about it but bro was reading Sailor Moon out in the open so id say he's at least fine with reading it publicly.

Has gotten some of the other boxers to read some of his recs and watch some animes with him (he will force you to watch Madoka Magica and Revolutionary Girl Utena. It's only a matter of time.) It's also how he got into other shows like Candy Candy (by Mac), The Golden Girls(by Disco Kid. He likes his oldies what can he say), and pretty much any and every telenovela ever created (Wow wonder who it could be).

Has a pet Shiba Inu that he loves to bits but DAMN does she test his patience sometimes. And he has a lot of it.

Also began learning ASL when he caught wind of Glass Joe doing it, although he practically forced Lil Mac to learn Japanese because damn it, sometimes the dub doesn't do the show justice!!!

Has two older sisters!!! He's the baby of the family lol and it don't matter if he can pick em both up they'll still pinch his cheeks and tease him.

BEAR HUGGER

Trans: a transgender man who's loud and proud. Never bothered with top surgery he ain't cutting off his girls!!! He could pick up the vibe™️ with Little Mac but he's not the type to try and force the conversation. He'll let Mac come to him on his own time, and if not then that's fine too.

Loads of animals: similar situation to Glass Joe, although now it applies to all animals. Bro is a Disney princess. He sticks his arms out and birds fly to perch on them. Can seemingly hold an actual conversation with animals and no one knows if he's losing it or if they are.

Family: an only child, but with loads of cousins who fill in that sibling role. He's actually really good with kids and takes care of his nieces and nephews from time to time. He has thought about being a dad from time to time (he'd really like to have a girl) but always decides against it.

Affectionate: to the highest degree. That man is always asking if ya need a hug and it ain't just a threat for a grapple/ear clap. He and King Hippo get along swimmingly as a result (if only they didn't die if they went to each other's respective home country 😔)

Prosthethic: ya cant tell cuz of his clothes, but he has a prosthetic leg! (Stops a bit below the knee). If he ever takes it off for whatever reason, he always goes "aw man, guess I'm on my last leg" and the crowd goes mild. Thinks it's the funniest shit ever tho and he won't stop making the joke (Little Mac made it worse by giving an actual chuckle. Mac you've doomed us all with your horrible sense in jokes. I blame Doc)

GREAT TIGER

Loves cats: absolutely adores them. This man has a cat onesie I can feel it in my bones. He hangs out with Glass Joe solely for the cat (also the baguettes).

Gossip: he has a horrible habit of gossiping that he's tried to curb but astaghfirullah sometimes he's gotta talk about Don's receding hairline😔 Mac isn't helping him pinche chismoso!!!

Doesn't like going to parties involving alcohol with the WVBA because almost always he's forced into designated driver. Usually he just teleports away because he's not dealing with that yall are calling an uber!!!!

Actively avoids searching up ingredients in things he eats (like gummies) because if he doesn't know it's not Haram.

Sneakerhead: very proud of his collection. Also really into rap music (we don't talk about his career...that never happened chat) and you will hear it blasting from his car.

Sister!!! Stealing this from a fic but he has a younger sister who works internationally. If she's there with him she serves as his translator.

Magic: not limited to clones or what's seen in the game, but it's his preferred type of magic. He can also transform things and people into other things/creatures. He accidentally made Mac into a rabbit and everyone had a field day with that one.

DON FLAMENCO

Chismoso: this man will shit talk anything and anyone. If you talked with him chances are you're part of a gossiping ring with the older ladies who work nearby. I think they're talking about how you're a puta but idk

Former womanizer: this man banged anything that had a beating heart and a pretty body. It wasn't until he met Carmen that he knew what love really was. Once they got together UGHHHH this man was a fucking loser for his Carmen. Took years to win her over but it was all worth it for his amor.

They talk about kids sometimes, but this mf childish that he sees it as having to share his beloved fiance. (They for sure have kids later down the line tho. Give them a minute damn!)

Beef: tbh he doesn't really get along with anyone; he just dislikes them all to varying degrees. He and Mac hate each other on the principle of one being Hispanic/Latino and the other being a Spaniard. Do NOT leave them alone for any reason. Last time they both argued about the spanish word for 'straw' and sent each other to the hospital where they argued some more.

Telenovelas are his life force. If you interrupt his showing of La Rose de Guadalupe, he will literally kill you.

Got Aran Ryan into it by accident: he was watching Teresa in the living room when Ryan was crossing to go to the kitchen for a bite. An hour later he's sat on the couch hand in heads. They both watch it together now.

Great cook: he makes a means paella and he knows it. Always makes it to show off 'Spain Superiority'. Little Mac hates his guts but he's not gonna turn down a free paella.

ARAN RYAN

People joke and say he has brain damage which is why he's so crazy, but he actually does have CTE so 💀

Family: aside from his general knack for recklessness, having a piece of shit mom and an even worse dad (who of course had to die in a freak accident at work) does not exactly leave you the most sound. He has loads of sisters and brothers, being the second oldest of the bunch (with one older sister of which the hate is mutual). It's a big factor to why he doesn't want kids; he's spent a big chunk of his life working to raise them.

Boxing: to him it was both an outlet for his eventually anger issues and a means to raise money in the same punch. It did lead to fucking him up physically, as after a particularly nasty bout with Mr. Sandman, an eye got knocked out of place so he's working with only 50%.

Very jittery: you can never catch this man staying still. Even in his sleep he either tosses or twitches a leg or arm. Trying to make him stay still just makes it worse.

Repressed Bi it's not even funny. His excuse for his on and off relationship with Disco Kid is "well he's basically a lady!" He'll come to terms with it eventually, but that's one hell of a long road.

Superstitious: biggest thing for him is luck. he breaks a lot of shit but mirrors are not one of them!

Low-key misogynistic: "my sister punches harder than ye, boy!" Like damn your sister must be knocking ppls jaws clean off the freak. If he ever finds out that Lil Mac is trans it's just gonna be him like "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT" cuz now he's gonna get canceled on Twitter dot com by Super Macho Man😔😔😔

SODA POPINSKI

Married!!! Has a tiny little wife that he loves to bits. She will scold him and he's just all :]]]] wife...I luv her sm... he's a total wifeman

They've been trying for a kid (bro you can't just say that...gross). Naturally this man wants a shit load of them god help that woman.

A major reason to why he's been making efforts to curb his drinking habits! Of course he still hits the bottle every so often, but he's for sure gotten better than his first time in the ring.

Cooking skills: surpringly decent believe it or not! Anything with meat he's killer with and he always makes ridiculously large portions. (Yes it's because he wants to make something nice for his lady let me make a wife guy!!!!)

Really likes Beyonce. Major fan actually he goes to so many of her shows.

Horrible with social cues. This man does not understand when he's being too overbearing (to the detriment of his friendship with many alas😔 especially Von Kaiser and Little Mac). Tries to apologize by offering them a soda like 🥺🥤

Speaking of Little Mac, he once tripped over him (6'7 vs 4'9...oh dear). Flash forward to them in the hospital. They both swear to never speak of this again (also Soda gets him authentic mexican cola so like...we're all good here).

BALD BULL

Anger issues galore: got his father's temperament(don't we all???) And in addition to being bullied a lot as a kid, he hasn't really found the best way to manage. Usually he just goes out to a secluded field or heads out to the sauna, but the press has done little favors to his mental sanity.

Cat magnet: not of his own volition. They are drawn to him like flies to honey. He doesn't really mind them and are a nice way to de-stress.

Music taste: while he usually listens to classical music and instrumentals, he loves himself some girlie pop music. You pull out his ear buds and just catch "Girls just wanna have funnnnn" Before he punches you into the sun

Cattle farm: Inherited from his family, he loves all his cows to bits. They are his pride and joy. He has Glass Joe come over sometimes for some cheese and wine.

Isn't particularly close to any of the boxers beyond Glass Joe and Soda Popinski. He spends some time with Lil Mac, usually just to go out and get some ice cream or something. He likes the kids company cuz he isn't as energetic or demanding in the same regard a lot of teens are.

SUPER MACHO MAN

He for sure has a purse dog named princess. It's a white pomeranian with a pink bow i just known it.

Was a child actor! His family got him into the world early, staring as the sweetheart of whatever show or movie he was in. In his later teens, he was the heart throb before he left the scene as an adult to focus on boxing. His parents were at first disappointed, but after seeing the money roll in? They had no problems after that.

Romance: as expected, nothing permanent. He usually just has loads of flings or one time hook ups that never amount to anything, and he doesn't bother looking for anything "real".

Probably has a kid out there somewhere but if he does, he's denying it till his dying breath.

Similarly to Don, he doesn't really get along with anyone. For him it's just a matter of his own superficial nature. He absolutely detests Mac, but is the only one to know ASL fluently due to a former childhood friend. He doesn't use it beyond wanting to be bitchy in secret.

I know he's super tan but I'm not allowing him to be white. He's a lil something...will figure that out later.

MR SANDMAN

Yeah ngl I don't got a lot for him. I don't think i have anything actually. Huh

He mains Kirby in smash.

He used to have a lisp when he was younger

Yknow how some parents will have kids super far apart? Yeah his parents did that what do you mean he was 22 and he got a new baby sister. What the freak.

He absolutely hates Macs guts but also can't take him seriously on account that he's 4'9. Whose child is this. Literally, when he first entered the ring, he asked whose kid was this and that children weren't allowed in the ring. Lo and behind this was the schmuck that knocked the lights out of 12 other fully grown men, and he was coming for your ass next.

BONUS

DOC LOUIS

Took Mac in when he was around 9, formally adopted him as soon as he could. Heard of a ruckus for a missing child some minutes away and when he came back with Little Mac, he thought he found his parents. Then he got the situation explained to him about how he didn't actually have anyone, everyone just agreed to look out for him. There he officially took him in as his son.

Put the kid back in school after learning he hasn't been in since his mom died. He's considerably behind for his age, but has taken great strides to catch up. He's now just a year behind.

Definitely a major learning curve when it came to raising a child, much less one who barely spoke english(if he spoke at all) and prone to outbursts. It's been years since then and he can't imagine a world without that kid.

Had a wife but they divorced after he found out she had an affair. Sent him on a downwards spiral but he managed to pick himself back up. Having a kid to raise really helps him out.

Close to his sister, but that's about it. She's who gave him pointers on how to raise a kid, as they were about the same age. He doesn't think hes have done as well if it wasn't for her.

Former coach of Bald Bull, but parted ways after arguments on what exactly that wanted to do moving forward. They're amicable now, though.

[all4yoi]

𝒯rust 𝒩o 𝒪ne (teaser)

𝑒nhypen x fem!reader ⚹ cw. mentions of blood and murder, swearing, violence and more to be added on the final work

wherein you wake up in a house in the middle of nowhere after 8 siblings take you in after running away from your murderer. you should've felt thankful, but why did one of them leave a note saying to not trust anyone? 'especially' their siblings.

teaser word count : 1.0k , release date : tba 😞🙏

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Run. You've been running for what felt like hours already. The throbbing pain on your lower back was unbearable but you pushed forward, God you don't even know where you were going at this point. Despite the chilliness the night carried, you still felt the sweat forming on your forehead and dripping down your back. Your feet are throbbing, legs are shaking, and your eyesight is starting to get even more blurry.

Someone help me.

Next thing you knew, you were falling on the ground, head hitting a boulder before blacking out.

-

Soft humming and cabinets shutting were the ones to wake you from your slumber, despite that, you kept your eyes closed. The soft pillow and sheets you were laying on was alarming to you. You blacked out in the middle of nowhere, not in a cozy room.

Why am I here? Who brought me here? Who am I with?

Peeking with one eye, you were startled when you saw a female looking down at you with her doe eyes.

"Oh good! You're awake, thank heavens." she happily exclaimed before standing up straight. You took this as an opportunity to examine her from head to toe. She had long luscious black hair, dark eyes and pale skin. She was adorned in an old yellow farm dress, a straw hat with white ribbon was resting on her back and she held what looked like a laundry basket by her hips.

Attempting to sit up, you halted when a throbbing pain shot through your head and lower back. Right, you were almost murdered.

"Careful now!" the unnamed girl exclaimed, holding her hand up to stop you. "You're still severely injured, my brothers haven't got home yet.. I'd treat your wounds but.." she looked around and shrugged. "I'm a bit nervous since your wounds are really deep.. like it's been done to kill."

Because I was about to get killed. Was what you wanted to say, nevertheless, you nodded instead and fell back on the bed, wincing slightly at the impact on your back.

"Don't worry, the bleeding has stopped and I've bandaged you up. You should rest more, they'll be back before the sun sets." She smiles before closing the bedroom door and by the time you heard the click, you unwillingly fell into another deep slumber.

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With furrowed brows, the boy examined the wounds before exhaling. He pondered deeply the possible scenarios and situations you could be into to end up with four stab wounds on your lower back.

He was restless, not because of your critical condition. No, definitely not that. He could care less about you, in fact, he wouldn't even treat you if it weren't for his sister's constant nagging on treating you. He was restless, because if his sister was the one to find you in the woods, it meant that your "murderer" could be close to their home.

They've been living in the woods for almost all their lives, they've never encountered anything like this. If they were to find something dead on the woods, it's either a deer, bunny, or birds. Not a girl who's on her early 20s. It was alarming for him.

Though he felt a bit of pity for you. How did you even end up in the woods? He could tell from your outfit that you were someone who definitely lives in the city.

A knock on the door brought him back from his thoughts. Turning around to look, he made contact with his older brother's eyes. "Are you done? Chloe just finished with dinner. Come eat."

He nodded, pulling your tshirt down as he stood up and left the room. Not sparing a single glance on your direction.

-

You were back in the woods. Running from him again. You could feel the tears forming on your tear ducts and a lump forming on your throat. The sound of his footsteps only made you go faster. The pain on your lower back was starting to become unbearable, and before you could trip and fall..

You woke up abruptly, chest heaving up and down violently as a tear fell down your right eye. Taking the time to look around the unfamiliar room, you spotted an untouched soup on the bedside table.

Throwing the blanket off your legs, you quietly got off the bed with a pained grunt. The bandage around your body was comforting and the pain was more bearable now. You could hear faint murmurs outside and dishes clattering.

Her brothers are probably home now. Your hand hovered over the old door knob hesitatingly, you could hear your heart beating faster. When you were about to turn the knob, a loud voice from outside stopped you.

"We don't even know a thing about her! As far as we're concerned, she's dangerous." A stern voice exclaimed followed by a loud thud.

"She's in danger! If you kick her out now there's a hundred percent chance she'll be dead before the sun fully sets," this time, the same soft voice of the girl you've met a while ago spoke, "and can you lower down your voice?"

You blinked as panic starts to overcome your system. Right, you were still in the middle of nowhere with people you didn't know. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you looked around the room, the bed was unkept, obviously, the soup on the bedside table still untouched, the single window is closed but you could feel the breeze from outside entering through.

Everything is made with wood, it's a cabin.

"Okay, calm down. No one's kicking anybody-"

"Heeseung-!"

"Chloe has a point Jay, you do too, but if we kick her out.. might as well kill her here in her sleep instead of letting her go and make her play cat and mice with an unknown person for who knows how long." you furrowed your brows with his choice of words, but he was correct in some way, you'd rather die in your sleep than get kicked out back in the woods and get stabbed to death.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, you took notice of a folded paper peeking from your pillow. Quietly, you approached the bed lightly to avoid the attention of the siblings outside, sitting down on the bed, you took the paper and opened it.

As quickly as you opened it, the paper was immediately crumbled in your palm as your breathing grew heavy overtime. Your eye caught the way the door knob turned, alerting you that someone was coming. You threw the paper under the bed before the door finally opened.

"You're awake!" You didn't have it in your system to smile back as the words in the paper was still repeating like a mantra in your head.

'Trust no one, Y/N. Especially not my siblings.' You don't remember telling anyone your name.

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

Nov 9th

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1. I'm looking for a fic that I swear I bookmarked！It's a modern AU where WWX has been dead for (13?) years in a world where people are starting to spontaneously resurrect from the dead (in a not zombie way). He finds his way back to LWJ and A-Yuan. I think near the end of the fic they get news that JYL has also been revived. @needleinthenonsense

FOUND!🔒💖 sudden nature series by everbrighter (M, 97k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, 5+1, family feels, parenthood, teenage rebellion, past character death, resurrection, pining, domestic fluff, angst, happy ending) 

NOT FOUND!🔒care by everbrighter (T, 35k, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, modern w/ magic, resurrection, family bonding, getting to know each other, past character death, pining)

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2. Hi!! This is my first time using Tumblr so I hope I’m doing this right… I read a fic (Ao3) where Lan Zhan was getting rid of a water spirit in the lake in Caiyi city (i think). Wei Yīng said something dirty and LWJ was going to retort when he was sucked underwater. He thought he was gonna die but soon got caught under like this wheel thingy where he was pulled up and his shoulder dislocated. He had wounds and was only saved thx to WWX using demonic cultivation. I have some screenshots if needed! @plumblossom-15339

FOUND? As Spring Will Surely Come by silver_sun (E, 38k, WangXian, Established Relationship, Lan Family Feels, Bottom LWJ, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt LWJ, depression - LXC, Near Drowning, Sick LWJ, sick LQR, LXC in Seclusion, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Bath Sex, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Post-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending, everyone gets a happy/hopefully ending, Night Hunts, kind of slice of life vibes, Nightmares, Mental Health Issues, traumatic memory related flashback - LWJ, it's battle of nightless city related - warning will be on specific chapter)

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3. Hello, lovely people! I'm desperately looking for a fic I read in February, where lwj gets himself stuck as a bunny and iirc wwx is hired by lxc to bunnysit and because wwx had nowhere to live he was happy to accept. It might have been modern with cultivation. All I have is this quote I sent my friend: "And then Wei Ying had accepted! Lan Zhan was so overwhelmed that, just for a moment, his rabbit body took over, and he’d ended up doing a binky." Pls help!

NOT FOUND!🔒💖 blue-ribbon bunny by cicer (G, 15k, wangxian, modern, shapeshifting, supernatural elements, fluff & humor)

FOUND! the soft animal of your body by sysrae (T, 15k, WangXian, modern cultivation, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Animal Transformation, Shapeshifting, Getting Together, Confessions)

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4. I'm looking for a fic where the lan and possibly the nie fought a war with the Jiang and jin and WY was one of the Jiang commanders. The Jiang lose and WY and LZ enter into a relationship. I remember a scene where the Jiang were on trial after the war and WY noted that JC looked shocked that he's being prosecuted possibly for war crimes @maryam25

FOUND? 🔒 Crossing Paths by Ilona22 (M, 21k, wangxian, shapeshifter au, graphic depictions of violence, war between sects, war crimes, not JC friendly, happy ending)

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5. Hello, thank you for your hard work 🙏 I'm looking for a fic where Wen Qing poisons Wen Ruohan, Wen Chao, Wen Zhuliu and Wang Lingjiao with berries that induce Qi deviation. Basically everyone but Wen Xu, who is in love with his brother's wife, because WRH punished him by having her marry WC. And I think instead of assuming leadership of the Wen sect he leaves with her. That's all I can remember. Thank you so much!

Hello, thank you for your hard work! For Nov 9th no. 5 was mine, sadly it's not the fic I was looking for. It might have been time travel? I'm not sure. Definitely no transmigration though. Thank you anyway for looking.

NOT FOUND! The Teenage Girl's Self-Saving System by mercyandmagic (T, 108k, WLJ/WC, WLJ/NMJ, wangxian, XiYao, XuanLi, ChengQing, OC main character, transmigration, everyone’s least fave characer gets character development!)

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6. hello! thankyou so much for you hard work. please help me find a fic that i've been looking for days now, in this fic wwx and lwj time went back to time as kids, as far as i remember they had their memories with them and both of their parents are alive in here. kid wwx told his parents to go to gusu, and when they went, he was greeted by kid lwj who remembered him and hugged him (lwj's family was shocked because their non affectionate boy was hugging someone) pls pls help me find it

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7. Hello! I was hoping you could help me find a fic, I don’t remember much of it. But i remember it took place during wei yings time in gusu in the cloud recess arc. i could be wrong on some details but from my memory it has the lans finding out about some negative aspect of wei yings life in yunmeng and the abusive treatment he dealt with. he is then welcome in cloud recesss bc they see how smart and kind he is. i remember specifically there was an oc that was a lan elder who was very un-lan like. he was very loud very much what u would expect from a character that’s similar to wei ying. he became wei yings shifu so to speak. they would invent things together. they were both known for blowing up things a lot. the lan healers mentioned once how the jiang healers definitely knew about the abuse wei ying was subjected to. and that they would be bringing up them not living up to their duties as healers at a conference or something. and that not helping wei ying in the abusive situation was a major taboo amongst all the healers and there would be repercussions for that. i think they mention that wei ying is often in the back of cloud recess where all the elders lives. like he’s just always around that general area. it’s kind of jiang bashing and then also positive/protective lans. that’s all i can remember so sorry if that’s vague i just really enjoyed reading it and can’t find it for the life of me. thanks for any help u can give me!! and as always thanks so much for all ur hard work 💕💕💕

FOUND?🔒in the shadow of moonlit flowers by Reverie (cl410) (T, 56k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, Cloud Recesses, LWJ & NHS Friendship, Developing Relationship, POV LWJ, Minor Injuries, Autistic LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aka the Madam Yu warning, Genius WWX, Light Angst And Hurt/Comfort, WWX Protection Squad, Gusu Lan Sect, Slow Burn, Protective LWJ, LWJ-centric) the eccentric lan elder that teaches wwx shows up in ch 11

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8. Hello! I'm looking for a fic in which wwx is summoned back by xue yang instead of mo xuanyu and wwx runs around pretending to be xue yang but he actually managed to change xue yang body into his own and just wear a fake face. I think Jiang yanli was summoned back too by Qin su and was the one to make xue yang summon wwx into his body

FOUND? the problem with authority by isabilightwood (M, 139k, wangxian, qingli, Canon Divergence, Sacrifice Summon, slightly dark!JYL, wq lives because i said so, Angst with a Happy Ending, Chronic Pain, Mild Sexual Content, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, manipulative relationship (background xiyao))

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9. Hey!! It's been a while. I hope all of you are doing great.

I'm looking for this fic where Wei Wuxian is in an arranged marriage with Lan Wangji and the only significant thing I remember about it is that Wei Wuxian breaks something that belonged to Lan Wangji's mother and he gets angry I think (?) Also, Wei Wuxian goes to Caiyi Town and comes back to apologize.

I'm so sorry. I know this isn't enough to go by, but this is all I recall. If you can find it, that would be great.

Thank you in advance. @poetic-writes

Hi! I'm number 9 on the latest fic finder. That fic rec is not the one I was looking for, but that fic is really good, and I'm thankful for whoever who assumed it was that particular one. As I mentioned in my ask is that Wei Wuxian breaks something that belongs to Lan Wangji and the latter is really sad and says something rude to Wei Wuxian I think on the lines of him being as bad as everyone had said and it kind of takes away the spirit entirely from Wei Wuxian and the light in his eyes dim. Thank you again.

NOT FOUND!🔒 Light of Stars (and the Destroyer) by Sanguis (T, 22k, WangXian, Legends, Arranged Marriage, Pining, Pining for your spouse, Adoption, Canon Divergence, Married Couple)

I've read number nine before but I don't remember the name! i have more details tho: lan wangji says that wei ying is as bad as jiang cheng says! wei ying locks himself in a room and cries a lot

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10. oh lovely folk- please can you help me? for the next fic finder- i’m remembering a WY sent to marry royal(i believe) LW. Madame Yu whips him before he travels to capitol. Meng Yao has suspicions and leaves him locked in a room not knowing WY is injured. does this ring a bell?

NOT FOUND The Bloodthirsty Prince and his Bride by moss_enthusiast (M, 27k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending Violence, Anxiety, Royalty, Strangers to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Self-Worth Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Whipping, Blood and Gore, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Child Abuse, Physical Abuse, Blood and Violence, Dark LWJ, Fluff, Angst and Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Shock, Anxiety Attacks) i am really unsure cause there is no Meng Yao as far as i remember, but this contains arranged marriage (where WY is sent instead of JYL ro marry prince LWJ) and highly abusive Madam Yu who whips WY a lot, and LWJ finds him hurt and passed out in the wedding bedroom after the ceremony. Recovery abd revenge included later.

FOUND!🔒The Imperial Compromise by shiroakuma (E, 61k, WIP, WangXian, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Royalty, YLLZ WWX, Concubine WWX, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Emperor LXC, everyone but LXC thinks WWX is to be his concubine, LXC Ships WangXian, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Bonding, Claiming Bites, Intersex Omegas, Intersex Alphas, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Injury Recovery, Hurt/Comfort)

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11. I am back once again asking for your excellent help in finding a fic. It's an AU, where a previous emperor ordered Lan Zhan & Wei Ying to marry. Lan Zhan is an imperial official (in the tax department i think). There is a war with the Wen going on and Wei Ying is ordered off to fight. Everyone thinks WY is either dead or MIA, but when the war is won, LZ goes to oversees a prisoner exchange and finds WY who has been on a work gang in a mine all this time (with A-Yuan who he's adopted & Mo Xuanyu). I remember MianMian is the brilliant general on the winning side. You find out that LZ & WY basically fell in love right before WY got shipped off to war, so it's a happy reunion. Oh! Also, LZ writes very popular poetry under a pseudonym! Um...i remember that LZ bought WY a goat they called Amethyst because before he was disappeared WY wrote LZ expressing the wish for such a goat (LZ buys the whole herd in the end). Jiang Yanli and the Peacock are married and are the new empress and emperor. There's an epilogue or end note where the author gives info about how their life turned out - this is all in the 500s CE. As always, i can't remember the title or who the writer is, so HELP! Thank you so much!

FOUND! ❤️ Where the nightingales are singing, and a white moon beams. by Moominmammashandbag (M, 52k, wangixan, jin zixuan & lan wangji, no powers au, grief/mourning, aftermath of war, angst w/ happy ending, reunions, fluff & smut)

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12. I don't know if you still help finding fics about wanxian... but just in case, I would like to ask your help... I'm looking for a fic where wei wuxian and lan wangji are divorced, I think? and that lan wangji is a doctor and wei wuxian is like a secret agent or undercover agent with wein qing and wen ning. But then wei wuxian got shot at one of his undercover missions and as he was delirius and thought he was going to die anyway, he went to his ex husband's house and lan wangji, being a doctor fixes or provided first aid to wei wuxian. Turned out that lan wangji is still in love with him and they talk... it was not finished when I read it. But it was a good story full of angst... I hope you would bw able to help me find it.thank you in advance @etutb

FOUND? empty space beside me by scarletmoontears. I have a link but it doesn't work so I'm guessing the work was removed or locked. (I think it's removed, I logged in and clicked the link but still got the error message - Mod C)

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13. Hello! I've been pulling my hair out trying to find a wangxian fic. Unfortunately, I can't remember too much about it, but I believe it's a modern/university setting. The only scene I can remember is WWX going with LWJ to visit his uncle and brother. They live rather far and on a hill. LWJ doesn't visit often, and this visit is very tense between WWX and LQR. Something about past WWX doing to LWJ, or causing LWJ to get into trouble when they were younger. Anyway, LWJ then gets angry with his uncle about the treatment directed towards WWX. I also can't remember if baby a-yuan is in this fic and present during the visit, as sometimes fics blend together. I apologize if this isn't enough to go by, but I just randomly recalled this fic, and apparently, I did not bookmark it.

FOUND? ❤️ save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, modern w magic, college/university au, fake/pretend relationship, single parent WWX, homophobia, light angst w/ happy ending, idiots to lovers, fluff)

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14. Hi. Im looking for a wangxian fic, where Wuxian had openly confessed to Wangji persistently until he dies in the seige. And then when he comes back in Mo Xuanyu's body, its wangji whose doing the confessing. Wuxian is sad sometimes, I think. @thatpantasticbitch

FOUND? When the Words Stop Coming by mrcformoso (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, POV WWX, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Canonical Character Death, Love Confessions, Rejection, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Trauma, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WWX confesses early on, But canon still happens, LWJ starts confessing after, but the tables have turned, Angst with a Happy Ending, LWJ rejects WWX, Then gets rejected by WWX after, "Get Lost", Перевод на русский | Translation in Russian)

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15. For fic finder, there was one specific fic - it may have been part of a series? - and I believe it was likely on the longer end, and may have involved time travel? The part I’m looking for is that in either WQ or WY’s POV, it explicitly acknowledges that wq and wy coparented LSZ while in the BM. If it helps, I solely read canon dynamics! @lovelyiknow

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16. hello for fic finder im looking for a fic where jyl married wq's mom i think? it's also time travel iirc. ive tried finding it in my history but alas. id really appreciate the help, thank you!

FOUND! 死而无悔 (To Die Without Regret) series by liverbiver9 (T, 26k, JYL & WWX, JYL/OC, WN & WWX & WQ, WangXian, JYL & WN, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, JYL-centric, POV JYL, Genderqueer WWX, Trans Male Character, Kid Fic, Child WWX, Fluff and Angst, Family Feels, Found Family, WWX is a Wen technically, Demonic Cultivation, Falling In Love, Assassination Attempt(s), WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, teen wangxian feature in the epilogue!, No Sunshot Campaign, No Golden Core Transfer, Everybody Lives, except for WRH and his children, mentioned minor character death, Gender Non-Conforming WWX, Trans WWX, Canonical Character Death, Time Travel Not A Fix-It, I make it kind of worse but kind of better?, YLLZ JYL, Demonic Cultivator JYL, Sect Leader JYL, Short & Sweet, Angst implied happy ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending)

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17. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where wangxian is in a zombie or apocalyptic setting. Wwx gets bitted and lwj is desperate to find a cure of some kind in a hospital but in the lwj has to kill wwx of smth like that. Thanksss!

FOUND? 🔒 when the sun goes out by travelingneuritis (E, 176k, WangXian, Modern Cultivation, tech cultivation, Necromancy, Angst with a Happy Ending, insecurity around adoption, Dad!WWX, dad!lwj, Grief/Mourning, Mistaken Identity, Mood Whiplash, Body Swap, sex tears!, Falling In Love, Consensual Somnophilia, apocalypse (localized), Smut, unrealistic sexual stamina, Flashbacks, Time Skips, Illustrations)

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18. Hi, I forgot to bookmark this one but I remember that Wei wuxian lived but his soul was shattered like he was a lived but he wasn't acting like himself before and eventually he starts committing suicide and lan wangji was protecting him and caring for him until he successfully kill himself, lan wangji takes care of him for 13 years(it's and happy ending) @lanwuxian0725

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19. hi i was hoping u could find a fix for me i’m p sure it was like a dark!lz fic. i think he may have traveled back in time to protect wwx and stop his death. when he travels back he is in his own body as a child. and lan qiren is like freaked out by him bc lwj remembers how badly lan qiren treated wwx in the past so he’s like not rly trying to hard to seem normal or that he likes his family. but i think they take in wwx before jfm can and lan qiren in this environment rly likes wwx treats him rly well but bc lz freaks him out and is weirdly possessive of wwx lan qiren is like constantly scared for wwx and is like always keeping an eye on them. like kind of the opposite of canon he looks at lan zhen like he’s corrupting his favorite student (wwx). the whole fic lan zhan is like obsessed with wei ying in a way that is like scary to everyone else (except wwx). i don’t rly remember more then that. hopefully someone can help me out i keep thinking about this and can’t find it. i rly need to learn to bookmark things. pretty sure it was from lan zhans perspective but i could be wrong. thank u sm hope everyone’s having a good day today!! 💕

NOT FOUND A Matter of Time series by mrcformoso (E, 84k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, graphic depictions of violence, underage, LWJ pov, JC pov, dark LWJ, manipulation, grooming, teen body adult mind for LWJ, happy ending for wangxian, problematic consensual underage sex, blood & violence, insane LWJ, manic LWJ)

FOUND! 🔒Something is wrong with A-Zhan! by HeloSoph (M, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Sort Of, Dark LWJ, Morally Gray WWX, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, WWX is a Lan, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, JC Bashing, Smitten LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Engaged WangXian, Blood and Violence, a lot of people die, LQR Metaphorically Qi-Deviates, because of, Shameless LWJ, LQR Tries, to fit into the following tag, Good Uncle LQR, Semi-Public Sex, or at least wangxian's version of it, Scheming NHS, POV NHS)

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20. hi i’m trying to find a fic i read once where wwx stays in all the different sects for like a season or something on behalf of his sect to prove he isn’t like a danger to the cultivation world. it may have been multiple chapters but he goes to all of them and helps in various ways. i believe it was after the war in his first life. back when everyone was scared of him. sorry if that’s not enough info i can’t remember anything else tbh thanks for ur help 🥺

FOUND? Field Trips with Wei Wuxian by antebunny (G, 42k, WangXian, WQ & WWX, NMJ & WWX, JZX & WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Found Family, Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, protective Jiang siblings, Unreliable Narrator, due to WWX assuming ppl hate him, JYL is gonna dropkick her baby bro into having friends)

FOUND? The "Patriarch" Was Supposed to be Ironic (or, Wei Wuxian, Chief Cultivator) by groignequi (E, 51k, WangXian, JC & WWX & JYL, JC/NHS/WQ, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, jiang friendly, Not Everyone Dies, Really Most People Live (Except JGS), Chief Cultivator WWX, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Consensual Non-Consent, sort of (at a canon-typical wangxian level), Dom/sub Undertones, Protective Siblings, Nonbinary NHS, POV Multiple)

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Osamu + doing their makeup for them on the first prompt list? 🥹🥹🙏🙏

SO CUTE!!! I'm not sure which way you wanted this, but this was the first thing that came to mind. hope you enjoy!!

gn!reader that owns/uses makeup, no physical descriptions, fluff fluff fluff, I need to write for osamu more. I think legally for every three atsumu fics I post on this blog, I need to do one for his brother. pls don't hold me to that. very dialogue heavy!!

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"how did I let ya talk me into this?" osamu sighs from underneath you. of course he knows how- your puppy dog eyes and sweet, sweet voice buttering him up.

you giggle and shift a bit so you're straddling him more comfortably. "because you loveeee meeee," you sing. "and you're extremely weak against my charm," you swipe some bright green eye shadow over his left eyelid.

the man sighs again, but the corner of his mouth is clearly twitching upwards at the reminder. "yeah, yeah, whatever," he starts bouncing his leg to pass the time and you click your tongue.

"'samu, stop moving, I'm gonna mess your face up."

he lets out a sudden laugh. "yeah, I'm sure moving my leg a little bit is the thing that's gonna mess my face up. definitely not the gremlin sitting on my lap with some-" he opens his right eye to try to get a glimpse of the brush but you're quick to pull it out of his view. "mystery colour. I don't like the look on your face, sweetheart, what are ya doin' to me?"

your laugh is far too ominous for his liking. "don't you worry, baby, I'm gonna make you so pretty."

"wasn't worried," he shoots back automatically, but then he grumbles a bit while rubbing your thighs, "thought you already considered me pretty."

"aww, so pouty," you coo at him. "keep it up and I'm gonna put some gloss on you, too."

you have to kiss away his scowl and reassure him that nothing sticky or wet will be applied to his lips before lunch.

he stays still until you announce that you're finished. he's a little too quick about scooping you up in his arms and rising from his chair.

you had been giggling throughout the entire process and he remembers the barely concealed mischief behind your eyes when you first begged to do his makeup. there was absolutely zero chance that you had actually given him a cohesive look, but you've been so down lately, that seeing you genuinely laugh and smile made him just a bit more willing than usual to let you have your way.

"samu!" you shriek when he throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

he adjusts his grip on the back of your thighs to keep you from squirming too much. "this had better be the best look of the damn century, sweetheart, or you're going to pay for it."

"what? nooo, baby I swear I was just messing around-" you're squirming relentlessly now, doing everything in your power to get out of his grip and run to safety. your boyfriend is relentless when it comes to payback. granted, you don't mind one bit, but it doesn't make the build-up any less terrifying.

he flicks the light switch on and it's dead-silent in the bathroom as he takes in his new look. his grip loosens just a bit and you take the opportunity to finally wiggle out of his arms and stand beside him.

osamu is just standing there, jaw slacked and staring at his reflection. you bite your lip to stop more laughter from bubbling out.

on his left eye is the bright green eyeshadow you had hidden from his view. on his right is a glittery neon pink. you've applied eyeliner on him as well, however not as sharp as what he sees you do for yourself. not sharp at all, actually, because instead of his eyeliner being winged, you've turned it into rounded flower petals. his blush is horrendously over applied to the apples of his cheeks, making him look like a doll.

and for the final blow, you've also "tattooed" some words onto his face in red lip liner.

atsumu is the better twin.

how you managed to fit it all is a mystery to him- he's almost impressed- but what's even more dumfounding is how he hadn't realized you were writing on him.

he blames your adorable smile for distracting him.

once he's done processing, he turns to look at you slowly and you feel a strange mix of fear and excitement pooling in your stomach. you're both extremely still and waiting for the other to make a move.

you decide not to tell him that you realized halfway into the flower petal eyeliner that you forgot to restock your makeup remover.

after an agonizing ten seconds, your lover only has to narrow his eyes to get you shrieking and running for cover.

lunch will have to wait a bit longer, but he decides he's okay with that as he chases you down the hall and pretends he can't catch up. he'll get his fill soon enough, anyway.

"yeah, you'd better run, darlin'."

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thank you so much for sending this in, I hope you enjoyed!!

@emmyrosee come get your husband

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delete this if you find it weird or confusing 🙏

But headcanons of what snow (old) would act like if he saw the granddaughter of his first love that he betrayed or something , like she looks exactly like her and she’s been chosen for the games

Reminder of His First Love | Coriolanus Snow Headcanons

Warning/s: Old!Snow, mentions of death, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: OMG THIS IS AMAZINGG!! I really tried and I truly hope that I did this justice it deserves and I'm sorry if this is not what you had on mind. Enjoy!

So you're a granddaughter of one and only songbird, Lucy Gray Baird.

After she escaped form Snows clutches, she made it look like she was dead just so he could leave her alone forever.

Her heart broke from his betrayal.

She moved to the furthest part of the District 12 once she returned back home.

She tried to live her life to the fullest after everything that happened.

Later on she married a nice man from her District and they had a son.

She sadly passed away not long after.

However, her spirit lived on and passed itself upon her dear granddaughter who she sadly never met.

She would've been proud if she knew you.

Your father always told you that you were your grandmother's clone.

And boy was that true.

Your face, your hair, your voice, the way you carried yourself... everything was just like Lucy Gray.

Your mom always used to joke that she was reincarnated in came back as you.

And just like your grandmother, you got picked for the Hunger Games as a female tribute from District 12.

President Snow was sipping on his tea as he watched the reaping ceremony and he could swear that his heart stopped beating for a moment once he saw you in a colorful dress as you stepped up.

He tried to not think of Lucy Gray Baird for a long time, now imagine his shock when she stepped onto that stage once again.

Once the interviews came and you were interviewed by Caesar Flickerman a usual question came up.

"What is your talent?"

You stopped to think for a moment and answered without hesitation.

"I can sing." You smiled at him and then looked at the crowd. "I know that it may not help me much in the arena, but I'm really good at it."

Snow thought that you proved that, alright.

You formed alias whith Foxface in the arena.

As she died you held her in your arms as you sang her to sleep.

"No, nothing you can take was ever worth keeping..."

Snow was frozen in his seat.

During the games, he found it hard to watch them somehow.

It was perfectly clear that Lucy Gray came back to haunt him and destroy him.

And boy did she do exactly that.

He never would have thought that Lucy Gray's daughter would become the leader of the rebellion.

He should've explained it, though.

The rebells won and you were supposed to be the one to execute Snow.

The words that you told him once you met up with him before his execution echoed in his mind until the moment he died.

"I am absolutely repulsed by you."

With that, Lucy Gray's clone left him speechless.

He couldn't believe that after all those years she still affected him.

But you now what they say, you never forget your firsts.

Pretty soon he was tied up against the pole as you stood a few feet away from him.

"You're as pure as the driven snow." You mocked him before you let the arrow fly, ripping through the air.

It seems like Lucy Gray's mockingjays did harm him after all.

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Vincent Solaire

I swear I'm not dead ! Let's just say that my mental health has seen better day 😅

Still I hope that you like this little Vincent's portrait 😁

( I will try to post more regularly but I can't promise anything sorry 🙏 )

[lees-chaotic-brain]

rating things my classmates said/did after my dad died! (feat. class 1-a)

cw: mentions of death obviously, you're a member of class 1-a, crack, hurt/comfort, reader is religiously ambiguous, implied depression ig, some angst but mostly crack

note: guys i swear it's okay to laugh at this! i did!! some may say it's too soon but humor is how i cope and i missed writing so when this little idea invaded my brain while i was rewatching bhna (it's my comfort show) i couldn't resist

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ochako: “if you believe in heaven i would offer to use my quirk on you so you could float up to heaven and visit your dad but i doubt they'd let you in anyways”

9/10

low key made me giggle

iida overheard and was horrified.

izuku: “i'm so sorry for your loss. if you ever need to talk i’m here. i know it’s not the same at all but my dad wasn’t around while i was growing up so i can kinda understand. not that i’m saying you have to talk to me because of that or that i understand or that we should make a dead/missing dad club oh my god i need to stop talking i’m so sorry i’ll leave you alone now bye please tell me if you need anything!” *scurries away*

11/10

sweet cinnamon roll 🥹

we should fs make a dead/missing dads club

todoroki: “i’m so sorry for your loss. if i could make my father trade places with yours i would do it in a heartbeat. unrelated, i heard you and midoriya are starting a dead/missing dads club. may i join? mine is dead to me.”

8/10

right idea i guess 😭😭

it was going so well during the first sentence too…

ps ofc you can join our club

bakugou: stormed into my room and violently ripped me from my depression burrito and dragged me downstairs to force feed me a warm home cooked meal bc he knew i hadn’t left my bed or eaten in the last 24 hours

6/10

i always knew you cared abt me us blasty 🥹🥰

the food was delicious but plz be more gentle abt it next time king 🙏

mineta: “yo your mom is a total milf.”

numbers don’t go low enough to express my feelings towards this one

like at my father’s funeral?? the AUDACITY

jirou: spent hours searching for a very specific song my dad sang to me when i was little and actually found it bc she found m crying bc i couldn’t find it and i wanted to hear it again

♾️/10

i actually love you so much

you have no idea how much this meant to me ❤️

aoyama: stuffed cheese into my mouth while i was crying in my depression burrito

-3/10

wtf man that was actually more traumatizing

it wasn’t even parmesan or brie

tokoyami: went on a long spiel about how we are all destined for the Great Darkness then abruptly ended by saying he was sorry for my father’s early departure and disappearing back into his room

7/10

i think you were trying to make me feel better so i appreciate the effort. i am a little confused tho

kiri: ask me if i wanted a hug. when i started crying he started tearing up too then gave me one of the best bear hugs i’ve ever gotten

20/10

super manly dude. i really needed it at the moment and appreciated it ❤️

gonna end this here. i had a few more but i felt like these were the best ones. not tagging anyone since this is like a personal self comfort one lol

THAT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T WANT YOU GUYS TO LAUGH OR TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. TRUST IT WILL MAKE ME FEEL BETTER