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sevsevteen · 11 days ago

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Hi can you write something like yn has a crush on someone from ateez (wooyoung) or someone you like and her revealing it while being drunk

MY FIRST MULTIFANDOM FIC RAHHH ! as a caratiny this was great to write for this cheeky boy. i decided to combine two asks into one as well ~ i see wooyoung as the one who would most likely be reacting to others anywhere everywhere LOL

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The stage was on fire.

Not literally, but with the way the pyros flared and the lights pulsed to the beat of Seventeen’s performance, it might as well have been. The award show stage felt bigger tonight - louder, heavier - and you thrived in it.

You hit your solo part mid-performance — a sharp, stylized trick with a customized baton, flipping it with ease and catching it behind your back before dropping into choreography with the rest of the team. It was clean. Fluid. Showstopping.

And someone noticed.

Not just the fans. Not just the cameras.

And Ateez’s reaction camera caught it all in 4K — his reaction the moment your trick landed.

The widening of Wooyoung’s eyes.

The slow, impressed smile.

The leaned-in head tilt as if he was trying to see more.

And the way he muttered something — "Damn, that was cool."

He clapped before anyone else. And when the stage ended, the camera panned back to the idol panel — just in time to catch Wooyoung looking at you again as you walked off.

That night, the clip made it to the internet before the group even left the venue.

🎥 [Reaction cam] ATEEZ’s WOOYOUNG during that moment 👀

“They’re feeding us a new ship and I’m not mad.”

“HE SAID ‘DAMN’?? HELLO??”

“Woo was caught slippin’…”

The next morning, the moment trended on social media.

Edits rolled out. TikToks used slowed audio of Wooyoung’s face turning. Fans dug up old behind-the-scenes footage of Seventeen and Ateez walking past each other.

And back home?

Chaos.

“Okay but— you saw that look, right?” Seungkwan shrieked, shoving his phone in your face. “He looked at you like you were the ending of his k-drama arc!”

“It was like 3 seconds,” you groaned, hiding under a pillow.

“3 seconds of love,” Joshua corrected, smirking. “He clapped. Early.”

“I clap early all the time,” you mumbled.

“Yeah, but you don’t bite your lip while doing it,” Mingyu quipped, nearly making you choke on your coffee.

“Yah!” You sat up, cheeks flushing. “Can you all not make a fanfiction in real time–”

“We’re just saying,” Vernon added, deadpan, “if you ever did date someone from another group, at least he’s got good taste.”

You huffed, trying to bury yourself back into the couch cushions.

But your phone buzzed just then.

A message. From an unknown number.

“Hello Sunbae-nim, this is Wooyoung – didn’t mean to cause a ruckus. But you were seriously cool last night. I hope you don’t mind the nonsense on ins right now :)”

You stared.

And somewhere behind you, Jeonghan leaned in to read over your shoulder with a devilish grin.

“…Oh,” he whispered. “Oh we’re never letting you live this down.”

The dorm was buzzing with warmth and laughter - the kind that only came after shared memories and a few bottles of soju passed between hands. It was the first night off in weeks, and Seungcheol had insisted on a casual in-dorm gathering. Food was ordered, playlists shuffled through throwbacks, and the group had sprawled comfortably across the living room floor with blankets, snacks, and way too many empty bottles.

You were curled up between Jun and Seokmin, a flushed smile on your face as you giggled at Seungkwan’s dramatic reenactment of a wardrobe malfunction on stage.

“Okay, okay- no, but seriously,” you hiccupped, eyes glassy, “who needs your shirt on if the audience is screaming anyway?”

“Yah, how much did she drink?” Jihoon asked, peering over from the other side of the room.

“Just enough for shirts to be optional,” Mingyu snorted.

You just waved them off, cheeks warm and eyes half-lidded as you rested your head against Seokmin’s shoulder. “Mmm...this is much better.”

It was like watching a robot power down. You went quiet, hands hugging an empty bottle, eyes closing peacefully despite the noisy room. Seokmin gently helped you lean back onto a cushion.

“Should someone watch her?” Jeonghan asked.

“I’ve got her,” Joshua offered, kneeling beside you with a soft smile. He adjusted a throw blanket over your legs, placing a cup of water nearby. “She’ll probably wake up soon and ask for tteokbokki.”

Sure enough, not even a minute later.

“I want tteokbokki,” came a sleepy mumble, voice muffled into the cushion.

The room erupted in laughter.

“Called it,” Joshua grinned.

You blinked sleepily, rubbing your eyes as you slowly sat up, head wobbling a little. “Where’s my– Where’s my phone…?”

“You don’t need your phone,” Seungcheol teased. “You need to drink water, and to stop flirting with the rice cakes.”

You squinted at him, lips pouting. “I’m not flirting with rice…”

Just then, a nearby conversation caught your attention.

“…speaking of stages, our Ateez juniors are killing it lately,” Chan said casually. “Wooyoung’s fan-cams are everywhere.”

At the mention of his name, your head shot up like a meerkat.

“Wooyoung?” you asked, eyes wide as a burp made its way out. “I saw. He’s kind of cute…”

The room paused.

“…what?” Jeonghan blinked.

You smiled, cheeks redder than the kimchi stew in front. “I was watching that fancam- I hope he looks at me like that forever.”

Seungkwan nearly choked on his drink. “Wait-wait, are we hearing this right?”

“Did you just…admit you like him?” Soonyoung asked slowly, equally as drunk, leaning in with an interrogating gaze.

You blinked, confused. “Like who?”

“Wooyoung,” Seokmin supplied helpfully.

“…a little,” you said with a sly smile, then hiccupped.

The room exploded.

“AHHHHH- YOU HAVE A CRUSH!”

“NO WAY.”

“GUYS, WE CANNOT FORGET THIS IN THE MORNING!”

“WE’RE TELLING ATEEZ—”

Joshua laughed as you threw the bottle in your hands at Dino, lips going up to your lips to make a shushing sound. “No, no! Don’t tell them!”

“You just called him ‘so cute’ with heart eyes!” Mingyu grinned.

“Drunk words are sober thoughts indeed,” Jun said with a proud nod.

“Stop exaggerating, and I’m not drunk,” you mumbled behind hands covering your face.

“Your face says otherwise~,” Jeonghan chipped in. “You are absolutely drunk.”

Music shows were always a mess of chaos — idols weaving past each other in hallways, stylists rushing in and out of rooms, someone’s encore song blaring faintly through the walls at all times. You were used to the rhythm of it all by now, the controlled madness. The tight call times. The way Seokmin always panicked five minutes before going on stage, even though he nailed the performance every time.

What you weren’t used to?

The sharp elbow to your side from Seungkwan.

“Five o’clock,” he hissed like they were on a stakeout. “Blue jacket. Flashy eyes. That’s him, right?”

You didn’t need to turn, already knowing who he meant.

Wooyoung.

The same one…who was currently walking down the corridor, the rest of Ateez trailing a few steps behind.

You took a step back instinctively.

But you were cornered - literally. With the wall behind you and a very invested Seungkwan, Dino, and Jeonghan forming a human barricade around you like you were about to be proposed to.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, flustered. “Can you not block the hallway?”

“We’re just casually standing here,” Jeonghan said innocently. “So casual. So natural.”

“Not suspicious at all,” Dino added, arms crossed.

“Shut up,” you hissed, just as a voice called out:

“Sunbae-nim?”

You turned around – and nearly tripped.

Wooyoung stood just a few feet away, hair styled back, glitter smudged across the corner of his eye like stardust. He gave you a boyish grin, hands tucked in his pockets as if he hadn’t just knocked the air out of your lungs.

You blinked. He was cute. Stupidly polite. And now just a little awkward.

“Oh,” you managed, cheeks already warming. “Hello, Wooyoung-sshi!”

His grin widened. “I’ve been hoping I’d bump into you.”

Your stomach flipped.

“Really? Why?”

“Oh, I think I heard the stylist noonas calling us!” Seungkwan suddenly raised his voice, arms up to usher the other two away.

You mentally face-palmed, ears burning red.

“Yeah. Chan-ie talks about you a lot, you know.” Wooyoung grinned.

You blinked, momentarily forgetting how to breathe. “He…he does?”

He nodded, casually leaning against the wall. “Told me all about the other night. You guys had drinks?”

Your mouth opened. Then closed.

Then it opened again. “I will end them.”

Wooyoung laughed - full and bright, the kind that made you want to melt into the floor.

“But,” he said, eyes glinting with amusement. “I thought it was cute.”

You gawked. “You heard what he said and still think that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Wooyoung stepped a little closer. Not too close - just enough for you to hear the quiet confidence in his voice. “Besides, if it makes you feel better…I meant every reaction during the award show that night.”

Your body was on fire.

You backed up a step, pressing your hands to your chest like it could shield you from the intensity of that smile. “Am I dreaming–”

He laughed again. “After the music show’s over…how about a coffee? On me.”

You blinked.

Your mouth opened - again, with no sound. So you settled for a nod.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” Wooyoung echoed, walking backward now, one eyebrow raised like he’d just scored a point in some private game. “Tell the others I said thanks, by the way.”

Then he was gone - swallowed back into the flashing chaos of the venue, leaving you stunned in the hallway, heart stammering like a snare drum.

You were definitely going to kill the members.

But maybe…after that drink.

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grayyylake99 · 6 months ago

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Y’know pre-Hiccstrid, Astrid’s pretty bold. She’s always the one initiating kisses, and she’s like, kissing Hiccup ALL THE TIME. Kids what are you doing?

And then they get together together 👀 and suddenly Astrid’s flustered all the time and Hiccup’s using every chance to pull her into a kiss.

Sure she kisses him on Berk when they’re hiding near the Great Hall. But then even in the quickest of kisses Hiccup just goes for it.

It’s like, now that Hiccup knows he has her, he’s so unapologetic about their relationship.

I bet Astrid was a little flabbergasted after their first few kisses because imagine they get back from a mission on the edge and everyone’s left. Astrid’s ready to go over battle plans for the next Hunter attack and Hiccup just shuts her up with a yank and a kiss, and suddenly she’s forgotten where they’re even at. She’s probably thinking “dayum who’s this guy”? The same kid she dropped her heavy axe onto at fifteen years old?

Then she has to remember that Hiccup can be recklessly fearless sometimes. He did climb a tower with a metal rod in a lightning storm to prove a point…

Astrid’s a baddie that could live life well on her own. Yet despite her independence, she lets someone take care of her, and I REPEAT, she feels so safe with him because sometimes letting him take the reins is such a relief for her. She can count on him. Astrid’s doesn’t mind being a little vulnerable in front of him, and that’s just pure love.

I mean people, Hiccup spent TWO SEASONS looking for the Dragon Eye okay, and the moment he gets it back and sees that Astrid’s in Viggo’s grasp, that man doesn’t think twice about throwing it into the volcano.

He loves his dragon stuff, but he did not hesitate to throw that thing away for something so real with her.

#httyd #how to train your dragon #httyd fandom #httyd hiccup #httyd rtte #httyd Astrid #astrid hofferson #hiccstrid #grayyylake99rambles

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merakiui · 2 months ago

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OK BUUUUT IMAGINE THIS! Darling running away BECAUSE she somehow found out she was pregnant before Mama Leech and her sons found out! Now she’s just trying to get herself and her child as far away from their deranged paternal relatives and the family business as she can. From here so can see things turning out in two different ways. One where somehow she makes it work for a few months but is found or two where she manages to hide for a year or two before both her and her new baby are found. OOOH just imagine what they’ll do when they get their hands on darling.

👀 oooo that’s such a good thought!!!

Consider,,, Georgina kidnapping your baby. Maybe she decides to let you live on your own for a while, just so you can feel like you’re really free and independent with your child. As you wrote, a year or two passes and Georgina decides you’ve had enough time with your little one. She’ll swoop in at night and pluck the baby right from their crib, soundless like a shadow. And what a darling baby they are! She can see where they take after you and where they take after Jade/Floyd. And because she’s such a warm presence the baby isn’t startled in the slightest, happily playing with her finger when she wiggles it playfully in front of them. To think you’d want to keep her grandchild from her… :( but it’s okay. You’ll be home soon.

Once the baby is safely back in the hands of the Leech family, that nursery finally being put to good use, she tells her boys they’re free to pay you a visit now. They’ve done so well being patient, Floyd especially. Now all of that waiting has paid off. Mama Leech doesn’t have any specific rules for her boys to follow. This is part punishment, after all. She does, however, advise them to be gentle. It would do no good if they broke you, especially if they intend to have a big family with you. :) play nice, but not too nice.

Oh, how she hates to subject you to such terror. But this is for the best. Consider it a learning experience. She could do far worse to get back at you for running away and then spending all that time in hiding, but because you’re her precious in-law and she cherishes you something fierce she thinks this is enough.

Soon, you’ll be getting a visit from Jade and Floyd. And then you’ll finally be reunited, brought back home to where you truly belong.

#twisted chit chat

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avocado-writing · 11 months ago

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The idea of Wade as a used car salesman found a love of his life during his midlife crisis before he met Logan. They don’t have a clue that he’s Deadpool. They just fall in love with Wade the used car salesman Wade Wilson, even see him as a funny, harmless person till one day his partner showing a picture of Deadpool and goes “He looks hot, could we find some costume to wear next time we fuck, dear?”

Wade totally forgot that he’s retired from Deadpool cause he’s in his suit, ready to fuck the love of his life for eternity. 👀

Wade Wilson knew he was in love the first time you cried laughing over one of his stupid jokes.

You’re probably too good for him with your easy smile and kind heart, and he knows he’s punching above his weight when he asks you out - but somehow you end up saying yes.

At the bar that night he keeps you laughing until there are tears in your eyes and then continues the show in bed. It’s so lovely to have you all giggly under him, pressed into the mattress as he makes you cum so hard all you can do is moan.

You lie there, walking your fingers up and down his chest, molasses-slow as the streetlights outside your apartment silhouette you both in fluorescence.

“I like you, Wade. You’re nice,” you sigh, in a way which suggests you don’t often meet nice people. Ah man, he fucking melts. He’s never letting you go.

Your relationship is pretty easy. He never feels like he has to work to impress you or keep you onside, you like him for him. It’s a… refreshing feeling, from a world where Wade Wilson constantly feels like he’s too much.

He catches the Deadpool keyring on your house keys one night after the two of you have grabbed pizza on the way home; spotting the telltale red and black while trying to keep a pile of boxes in place between his hands and his chin.

“Oh, Deadpool fan?” he asks, trying to affect nonchalance. He sees you get a little flustered.

“I mean… yeah? Back in his heyday I thought he was cute, kind’ve a shame he disappeared. Merc with a mouth, what’s not to love?” you pause for a second. “He reminds me of you actually.”

Wade laughs at that way too loud and way too hard.

“What? No. That’s crazy!”

You throw him a side-eye but don’t comment further.

He lets it rest for a couple of days so as not to draw suspicion, but when you make yourself a cup of coffee and his own mask is staring back at him from the ceramic, he can’t hide his wandering eyes.

“What’s up?” you ask.

“Nothing. Just didn’t realise they made those.” He didn’t get a cut. Should he have gotten a cut? Would have been nice if whoever had merchandised his face had asked him if he was cool with it.

“Oh, look, everyone has a crush on at least one superhero, okay? It’s impossible not to. They’re everywhere and they’re hot!”

He lets himself digest this. You think Deadpool is a superhero? He didn’t get that much. Mostly he was referred to as “god’s curse to crimefighting”. But also you have a crush on him? Both of these facts are… interesting.

“I… think Deadpool is hot, too,” Wade blurts out when he realises he’s been silent for ten uninterrupted seconds.

“Oh,” you reply, settling down a little when it turns out he’s in agreement with you. “Well, cool! Glad we can agree.”

Phew. Got outta that one, then.

He really doesn’t think any more of it, or tries not to, until a couple of weeks later when you bring it up in bed.

“Wade, can I ask something kinda kinky?”

Cuddled in post-coital bliss, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, he pauses.

“Abso-fuckin’-lutely, sweet cheeks. I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

“How do you feel about roleplay?”

He turns to you with a grin which threatens to split his face in half.

“Oh, you’ve been keeping that under your hat!” he laughs, “But, in answer to the question, very positive. What were you thinking? Cop and criminal? Nurse and patient? I’m down to play any of those roles by the way, I believe in equal gender opportunities in the bedroom.”

You chuckle, but when you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and try to work out how to phrase the next part of the question, he cottons on.

“Oh my god. You want me to roleplay Deadpool, don’t you?”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to! It’s just, you said you thought he was sexy… so I wondered…”

He puts a finger on your lips, stoppering the spill of panic from your lips.

“Baby, I am so down to clown that you might as well call me Pennywise. Let me sort the details and I’ll give you the best night of in-character boning that’s ever been known to man.”

You look giddy at that promise. Truth be told, he’s kinda excited himself.

Wade retrieves the suit the next day and feels a little weird putting it back on, covering his body again with red and black. When he’s done this in the past it’s in order to go and kill like, a lot of people, not to fulfil a fantasy. But hey - there’s a first time for everything. And it’ll make you so happy, too.

You scream when he taps on your window from his perch on your fire escape. Admittedly he should have told you he was coming, but he thought it could be a fun and sexy surprise. He was wrong.

“WHAT THE FUCK—!”

Wade whips off the mask as you lunge for your kitchen knife set, hands up in a gesture of peace.

“Baby! Babe, it’s just me!”

You go limp with relief, leaning against the counter to support yourself.

“Holy shit! Wade, what the fuck do you think you’re…”

You trail off as you take in the picture of your boyfriend crawling in through the tiny window decked out in his suit. An eyebrow raises.

“Oh.”

“Yeah! See, I told you I’d sort it.”

Anger and fear now completely ablated, you walk a slow circle around where he stands in your kitchen, appraising his look.

“This is a high quality suit. Where did you get it?”

“Peter,” he says quickly. This isn’t a lie. He did get it from Peter… Peter’s locker anyway. You look confused.

“Our coworker Peter?” When Wade nods you furrow your brow. “He… he hasn’t fucked in this suit, has he?”

“No!” says Wade with far too much force. Actually he can’t prove that. Now it’s an image he can’t shake from his mind. Not super conducive to the mood.

He takes a knife from his belt, and your eyes go wide in a mixture of panic and arousal.

“Oh my god…”

“It’s blunt! Well. It’s sharp enough for me to cut your underwear off, which I’ve been rocking a semi all day from imagining…”

From the smile which takes up your face, he knows he’s done right.

Any way you ask him to fuck you, he does. Over your dresser. Against your wall. While running the dulled point of baby knife over the curve of your ass as he pistons his hips inside you, getting the mess of your cum all over the front of his suit. It’s filthy. It’s fantastic.

But when you lay there cuddled up to his chest that night, Wade feels… conflicted. It isn’t that he’s lying to you, exactly, but it feels like he’s keeping a pretty fucking big secret.

If you knew, would you still like him? Still want to be with him? Having a crush on a superhero is one thing, but being with one is entirely different. Ask any of the assorted Spider-Man and their various fucked up partners. It isn’t always pretty.

As if determined to take his mind away from this thought you nuzzle into his side, blissfully fucked out. He buries his lips into your hair.

It never needs to be an issue. Deadpool is retired. He’s never gonna be used for non-kinky reasons again.

…right?

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purplereina11 · 4 months ago

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You're a highly successful basketball player who has just been transferred to Barcelona's women's team. The number 11 holds deep personal significance for you. Among the spectators is none other than football superstar Alexia Putellas, synonymous with the number 11 in Barça history, watching from the sidelines. What starts as mutual admiration quickly turns into something more, fuelled by weeks of playful yet intense online flirting. The chemistry between you and Alexia becomes undeniable.

You should’ve known this was coming. It was Barcelona, after all. And when one of the biggest clubs in the world holds a formal function there are cameras are everywhere capturing every moment. You and Alexia hadn’t exactly been hiding at the event, but you also hadn’t expected the club to be the first to push things into the spotlight. Because the next morning FC Barcelona’s official account posted a picture. A sleek, high-quality shot from the event. The one the Club President insisted on you both posing for.

Two of Barça’s best, on and off the pitch. 🔥🔵🔴 #ForçaBarça

Yeah. That alone was enough to set social media on fire. But then, the real storm hit. Because a few hours later unreleased photos from inside the private function started circulating online. And those. Those told a very different story. Less professional, they were gritty like someone was using a camera phone from 2012.

The Leaked Photos It was a mix of shots. Some just casual, like you and Alexia standing way too close at the bar. Others, more… suggestive. A photo of Alexia leaning in to whisper something in your ear.

Another of you both sharing a look across the room, her expression unreadable but intense. And the one that really sent the internet spiralling.

A shot taken from behind Alexia’s hand lingering just on the small of your back as you took the picture together. It wasn’t blatant. But it also wasn’t subtle. And the internet. The internet lost it.

By the time you woke up properly, your phone was flooded with messages. Your teammates had already started teasing you in the group chat.

Claudia: Soooooo… should we start preparing for the wedding? 👀💍

Marta: I’d like to formally request an invite, please.

Even your coach had thrown in a comment:

Coach: Try to keep the media circus down before the next game, yeah? 🤨

Then there was Alexia’s team. They weren’t exactly being quiet about it either.

Mapi: You two have zero chill.

Aitana: Couldn’t even keep it lowkey for ONE event? 😂

Before you even had time to process all of it, your club's press officer called. "So, uh… have you seen the pictures?" they asked, voice already exhausted.

"Yeah," you muttered, rubbing your temple. "Kinda hard to miss."

"The media's all over it. They’re gonna bring it up in the next press conference."

Great. Fantastic. You were barely ahead of Alexia in this game, and now? Now, the world was watching.

The world was waiting for a reaction. The media, your teammates, Alexia’s teammates, hell, even your coach was watching to see how you’d handle this.

But instead of playing into it you did nothing. No comments. No cryptic tweets. No liking or unliking posts. Just silence.

And that made things so much worse.

Your name was everywhere. Fans analysed every single leaked photo like they were solving a damn crime scene. Some were convinced you and Alexia had been secretly dating this entire time. Others thought this was the beginning of something.

Then, of course, there were the wild conspiracy theories:

"They’ve been together for MONTHS, just look at their body language!!"

"Y/N ignoring the rumors? That’s GUILT."

"Alexia is playing the long game. Just wait."

"They’re in love, they just don’t know it yet."

And your personal favorite—

"Y/N and Alexia are secretly MARRIED, WAKE UP SHEEPLE."

…Yeah. The internet was not handling this well.

The funniest part? Alexia was loving every second of it. She wasn’t fueling the fire directly, but she was being… bold. She liked one post. Just one.

A tweet that said: "Alexia Putellas and Y/N’s tension is something out of a rom-com."

And that sent things spiraling even more.

Your teammates were dying over it.

Liv: Yo, she’s TAUNTING you. 😂

Maya: She knows exactly what she’s doing.

And the worst part. She did.

You’d let things run wild long enough. The theories. The analysis. The insanity of it all. You weren’t about to hand anyone answers. But you also weren’t about to sit back and let Alexia have all the fun. So, after days of radio silence, you opened your phone. Typed out a single message. And hit post.

The Tweet That Sent the Internet Into Chaos

Everything isn’t always as it seems.

No context. No clarification. Just enough to throw gasoline onto the already raging fire.

And within minutes the meltdown began.

Social Media Explodes

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THIS???"

"Don’t be cryptic, just drop the wedding invite."

"EVERYTHING??? What part isn’t what it seems??? I NEED DETAILS."

"They’re either dating or gaslighting us and I don’t know which is worse."

"This saga is better than any Netflix show I’ve ever watched."

Even your teammates weren’t letting you off the hook.

Liv: Bro, you are a MENACE. 😂 Maya: You just woke up and chose CHAOS, huh? Coach: Just don’t let this end up as a distraction… or a PR nightmare. 😑

And then the moment you were waiting for. Alexia saw it. And she liked it. You smirked. You weren’t giving her the satisfaction of a direct challenge. No, this was a test. A chance to see if she’d take the bait. Because now, she had to decide what happened next.

You knew the media wouldn’t let this go. You knew it the second you hit post. And yet, seeing Alexia actually have to answer for it? That was something else entirely.

It was just supposed to be a normal post-match interview. Barcelona had just won comfortably, and Alexia had put on another masterclass. The journalists were running through the usual questions, her performance, the team’s form, the upcoming fixtures.

One reporter leaned into the microphone, a smirk already on their face. "Alexia, I have to ask… did you see Y/N’s recent tweet?"

The room stirred. Alexia, who had been answering with her usual calm, paused. She definitely saw this coming. "Which one?" she asked smoothly, already playing for time.

The journalist wasn’t backing down. "The one that said, ‘Everything isn’t always as it seems.’"

There was an immediate reaction from the room. A few chuckles. Some knowing glances. And Alexia did nothing for a moment. Just tilted her head, as if considering her answer. "I did see it." A smirk. Barely there. But it was there.

The journalist leaned forward. "And? Any thoughts on what Y/N meant by that?"

Alexia shrugged, feigning innocence. "I guess you’d have to ask Y/N."

The reporters ate it up. "So, you have no idea?"

A small pause. Then, the smirk deepened. "I didn’t say that."

Social Media Loses It

"SHE DIDN’T SAY THAT??? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???"

"Oh, she’s enjoying this."

"Alexia playing the media like a violin."

"THEY ARE TOYING WITH US."

"Someone lock them in a room together and don’t let them leave until we get answers."

And just like that the ball was back in your court. Alexia wasn’t denying anything. But she wasn’t confirming it either. She was waiting.

Your move.

You knew this was getting out of hand. The media wasn’t letting it go. The internet was in shambles. And now, the club was stepping in. Your phone buzzed with a message from the team’s PR director.

We need to talk.

Yeah. You definitely saw this coming.

The next morning, you were called into a very official sit-down at the training facility.

On one side of the table, the club’s PR team and your coach. On the other. You. Your coach looked… amused. But the PR director not so much.

"You do realise this is all anyone is talking about, right?"

You fought the urge to smirk. "I might’ve noticed."

The PR director sighed. "Look, we’re not here to tell you how to live your life. But we do need you to be aware of how this is playing out publicly."

"Which is…?"

"A complete and utter media circus."

Your coach finally spoke up, leaning back in their chair. "We’re not saying stop" she glanced at the PR director, who sighed again. "Okay, maybe PR is saying stop. But at least tone it down."

"It’s all just banter," you argued.

"That’s the problem," the PR director shot back. "It’s getting bigger than just banter. We have sponsors, media obligations, and, oh yeah actual basketball games to focus on."

Fair point. Still, you couldn’t help yourself. "Has Alexia gotten the same talk?"

Your coach chuckled. "Oh, I guarantee it." Good to know you weren’t alone in this.

You left the meeting with a clear message:

Cool it.

Did that mean stopping entirely? No chance. But maybe it was time to be a little more calculated about your next move. And something told you Alexia was thinking the exact same thing.

There was no way this public game you were playing was over. Far from it.

For the first time in weeks, you said nothing.

No cryptic tweets. No subtle likes. No bait for the internet to feast on. And Alexia?

She did the same. The silence was deafening. Fans were losing their minds.

"NO POSTS? NO INTERACTIONS? THEY’RE PLAYING A DANGEROUS GAME."

"They really got in trouble huh 💀."

"I hate this. I need my daily dose of chaos."

"This is the worst punishment possible. TALK TO EACH OTHER."

Your teammates kept stealing glances at you during training. Maya finally caved.

"So… are you just gonna ignore her forever?"

You just smirked. "Who said I was ignoring her?"

You had to be calculated now. The club wanted you to cool it, not stop entirely. Fine.

You could do subtle. That night, you posted a completely normal picture.

Just you at the training facility, ball in hand, captioned:

"Locked in. Eyes on the prize."

No mention of Alexia. No obvious bait.

But… you might have chosen the angle where the tiny number 11 on your shorts was clearly visible.

And of course, the internet noticed.

"Not even subtle. Just straight-up taunting at this point."

"THE 11. DON’T THINK WE DIDN’T SEE IT."

"This is the kind of petty I respect."

Alexia didn’t comment. Didn’t like it. But you knew she saw it. Now, it was just a matter of seeing if she’d take the bait.

You thought maybe she’d stay quiet. Maybe she’d play it safe.

Yeah.

No.

Alexia never played it safe.

And you realized that when you checked your phone after practice to see her latest post.

A picture. From your game. She was courtside, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face.

Everything isn’t as it seems, right?

Oh, she was bold. Your teammates lost it.

"Ohhh, she’s coming for you." "You gonna let her get away with that?" "I can feel the club’s PR team crying right now."

You just shook your head, grinning. This wasn’t over. Not even close.

You weren’t surprised Alexia made a move.

You were surprised at how bold she was about it. The picture. The caption. The very intentional dig at your own words. It was calculated. It was challenging. And worst of all? It was working.

The Internet Goes Wild (Again)

"SHE DID NOT JUST THROW HER OWN WORDS BACK AT HER."

"Oh, this is a straight-up declaration of war."

"PR teams everywhere are sweating."

"This is no longer flirting. This is a full-blown chess match."

"They’re both SO ANNOYINGLY SMUG AND I LOVE IT."

Your teammates had plenty to say too.

"I thought you were supposed to be the one keeping her on her toes." "She flipped the script, huh?" "Bro. You have to respond."

“Thought you were warned to cool it”

You weren’t about to let her win that easily.

But you also weren’t about to react the way she expected.

You didn’t like posts. Didn’t comment. Didn’t even acknowledge it. You just went about your day, letting the tension simmer. You cooled it. And sure enough that night, your phone lit up.

Alexia: No thoughts on my post?

Oh, she was impatient. You smirked, typing out a response.

You: I thought you’d let your game do the talking?

A few dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then, finally

Alexia: Maybe I just wanted to see if you’d finally stop running.

Your heartbeat jumped. Okay. So this was where she was taking it. Now the question was did you let her win? Or did you push her further?

It was supposed to be a routine media day for Barcelona. Alexia was there, giving her usual composed answers talking about the team, the season, the next match. And then, of course, a journalist decided to stir the pot.

"Alexia, you’ve been quite active on social media lately. Particularly when it comes to a certain basketball star… any comment on that?"

There was a ripple of laughter in the room. Everyone knew what they were really asking. Alexia didn’t shy away. She just smirked. "I don’t know. I think you should ask her why she’s so quiet lately."

The room buzzed. Oh, she was calling you out. And when the journalist pressed "So, are you saying Y/N is avoiding you?"

Alexia leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "I’m just saying, she usually has a lot to say. Interesting that she doesn’t now."

That clip was everywhere within minutes.

"SHE CALLED HER OUT ON LIVE TV."

"This isn’t even subtle anymore."

"Y/N, GET UP AND RESPOND."

"Oh, she’s SICK of waiting."

"They better not let this slide."

Your teammates were already throwing hella looks your way in training.

"You’re not actually gonna ignore that, right?" "Damn, she’s got you cornered." "You started this. Now finish it."

“Just be careful with PR on your back yeah?”

And yeah. They weren’t wrong. Alexia had just put you in check.

Now, you had a choice.

You didn’t waste time.

The moment Alexia’s press conference clip started blowing up, you marched straight to the club’s PR office, barely knocking before stepping inside.

The PR director barely looked surprised. If anything, they seemed tired.

"I was expecting this," they sighed, gesturing for you to sit.

You didn’t.

"So," you started, crossing your arms. "You told me to cool it. But clearly, Alexia didn’t get the same message."

The PR director exhaled. "She did."

You narrowed your eyes. "Really? Because it doesn’t look like it."

They leaned forward, hands clasped. "She’s been spoken to multiple times. She just… isn’t listening."

That threw you off slightly. Alexia was just outright ignoring them? "But I have to listen?" you challenged.

The PR director didn’t even hesitate. "Yes."

Your frustration spiked. "Why? Because I’m new? Because I play basketball and not football? I’ve brought in viewership, ticket sales, engagement—"

"And that’s exactly why we need to manage this properly," they cut in. "You’ve been great for the club, Y/N. But this…this is getting too big. If Alexia wants to ignore requests, that’s on her. But you? You need to be smarter. Alexia doesn’t fall under me, you do. You’re my concern and responsibility”

It felt like a slap in the face. "So I play by the rules while she gets to do whatever she wants? And i look the fool online?”

"I’m not saying it’s fair. I’m saying it’s how it is.”

You clenched your jaw. "Understood."

You turned on your heels and walked out before you said something you really couldn’t take back. “I’m sure she’ll stop whatever you two are doing soon” he called after you. But if they thought this was over? They had another thing coming. You could ignore requests just as boldly.

If the PR team thought Alexia was going to back down, they clearly didn’t know her at all.

Because instead of cooling it like they wanted, she started baiting you harder.

It started small.

A picture of her working out, casually wearing a basketball jersey—not yours, but close enough that the internet noticed.

"She’s not even being slick anymore."

"She WANTS her to react."

"Alexia, blink twice if you’re being forced to behave."

Then, during an interview, she was asked about the viral press conference moment.

"Did you get an answer from Y/N after calling her out?"

And Alexia, with the cockiest smirk, just shrugged. "Not yet. But she’ll come back online soon.”

The reporter laughed. "Sounds confident."

Alexia leaned back in her seat. "I usually am."

That clip exploded online. And your teammates they were having way too much fun with it.

"Damn, she’s locked in." "At this point, just let her win." "Is she really gonna leave her hanging?"

Enough was enough. Alexia clearly wasn’t going to stop until she got a reaction out of you. And you’d now had a very formal email from the basketball PR team. So, instead of giving the internet another viral moment, you went straight to the source.

You opened your messages and typed:

You: Are you done?

She replied almost instantly.

Alexia: Oh, look who finally decided to say something.

You exhaled, already knowing she was enjoying this way too much.

You: You’re not exactly being subtle.

Alexia: Subtlety is overrated.

You could practically see the smirk through the screen.

You: Our PR team is on my ass, by the way. You can keep ignoring yours, but I don’t get that luxury.

Alexia: They told me to stop too. I just chose not to listen.

You: I’ve heard. Must be nice to get away with everything.

There was a longer pause this time.

Alexia: I don’t get away with everything. Just the things I really want.

You stared at the message. Because there was no mistaking what she was saying. Or rather, who she was saying it about. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. What now? Did you shut this down? Call her out? Play into it? Alexia had made her move. Now, it was your turn. Yet again.

You leaned back against the couch, staring at Alexia’s last message. She wanted a reaction. She wanted to push you into playing her game. But you weren’t about to make this easy for her. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard before you finally typed:

You: That so? And what happens when you don’t get what you want?

She didn’t even hesitate.

Alexia: Hasn’t happened yet.

You smirked. Cocky as ever.

You: Maybe it’s about time it does.

This time, there was a pause. You could feel her thinking.

Alexia: Interesting choice. Let’s see how long you last.

You exhaled through your nose, shaking your head. She was infuriating

You: You talk a big game, but all I see is you hiding behind social media.

That got an immediate response.

Alexia: Hiding?

You: A smirk at my game? A comment here and there? You’re playing it safe, Alexia. But I don’t think you actually have it in you to do more than that.

This time, the pause was longer.

Alexia: Challenge accepted.

Your eyebrows lifted slightly. Oh? You had no idea what she had planned. But something told you? You were about to find out. And soon.

Part 6

#alexia x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas fanfic #woso fanfics #alexia putellas #woso #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #alexia putellas imagine #woso imagine #alexia putellas x y/n #alexia putellas one shot #fcb femeni

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livmightlive · 5 months ago

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Hyrule is like a Victorian child

I think Hyrule wouldn’t know some things in other eras bc his own is missing quite a bit. Like it starts with him not knowing a popular snack and the chain is like: ??!! So they make it their immediate mission to make Hyrule try some.

Cut to Wind who immediately wants Hyrule to try any super spicy or sour thing he can get his hands on. (Takis, war head equivalent) Wind basically thinks that he’s taken on the grand task of educating a pilgrim. He’s showing funny pictures to Hyrule like: Do you know crab???

Hyrule actually does know most of the things shown to him, they’re usually in his era, maybe scarce but there, or he’s seen it in a book from the royal library. He goes along with it though, just to make Wind happy. He’s does get a little insulted when Wind presents him with a lemon. Nevertheless, he puts on a good show. “It’s so sour 😩 I’ve never tasted something that hurt me oh so much 😖”

surprisingly, to Hyrule, others in the chain buy his act. Twilight slides over: “surely you know what a pumpkin is…” “do you wear it? 🥺”

Hyrule starts using these assumptions to his advantage. “What is cake?..” “Is massages a type of cake?” “What is a vodka shot? Is it a type of arrow? 😇” He used this to his advantage at a shockingly high success rate. He has the chain eating out of his palm.

this all comes to a stop when they’re back in Hyrule’s era and they run into a lemon tree. Wind slow turns to Hyrule who’s trying to hide behind time. “How much of it was a lie.” “Whoa… what a miracle… lemons.. in my era…”

wind doesn’t buy it. The chain treats Hyrule like the boy who cried wolf for a week 😮‍💨

(time is the actual Victorian child. When he overhears wind trying to teach Hyrule something he’s lowkey like 👀 bc half the time he doesn’t know)

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu chain #lu hyrule #lu wind #lu headcanons #short story #i guess??#victorian child Hyrule #lu time

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tonysbed · 5 months ago

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Secrets I keep | Part 13

Lando Norris x sister!reader

Max Fewtrell x norris!reader

Daniel Ricardo x Norris!reader

summary: You and Max have been dancing around your feelings for years but jealousy gets the best of us all..

not proofread

warnings: mention of loosing virginity, no they’re not gonna fuck on the boat, ITS LANDOS. Smut will be marked. Reader is definitely a woman 😔☝️ For the first time, I wrote protected sex 😧

warnings in the smut part: choking, rough sex, virginity loss, use of good girl, fingering, it could be cringe for some idk

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“Max..” Your voice was quiet and your eyes met his “We don’t have to, we’ll go up there and take a nap or anything” You nod, he smiles gently and presses a kiss to your nose “Tell me when I’m crossing lines okay? I’m not gonna loose you because i’m selfish or anything” His tone was quiet and gentle, matching yours.

“I will. I just..” You look down. Max senses that you’re struggling, grabs the forgotten ice cream, puts it back in the freezer and takes you back upstairs.

He pulls you on your previous spot, making you lay your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry” “For what?” “We didn’t..” And we don’t have to. I literally could not care less. If you don’t want it, I don’t want it either.”

You smile at him as his thumb caressed your cheek. You sigh and press your lips together, making Max tilt his head at you “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s fine” He shakes his head “No. Talk to me” You shake your head “It’s okay” “No it’s not. I can only help you when you tell me what’s wrong” “Nothings really wrong..” “But?”

You sigh and fidget with a bracelet Lando had gifted you years ago “It hasn’t changed..” Max looked confused “Changed? What?” “Me, uhm..” “Well, It doesn’t really matter if you do or not. I’m still right here” You chuckle and blush at his words.

“It’s no that” His hand rests over yours “Then what?” “I asked something of you, something you didn’t want.. well..” Max face twists from confusion to realisation “You’re..you never..?” You shake your head “I didn’t know we’d end up here but I never really found anyone I trusted enough”

He stares at you “And where is the problem?” “Maybe you didn’t want-“ “You listen to me now.” He sits up “I wanted you. I want you and I will want you until I take my last breath. That’s how much you consume me. I need you in every way that you allow me to have you. And I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you couldn’t be open about this, but I promise you, It’s okay. And we don’t have to. Okay? That’s not why we’re here”

He holds your face in his hands “Okay?” You nod and gently meet his lips.

“We’ve been through enough to not hide something from the other. And we’ll probably go through hell a few times. Especially when the internet catches on, but that all won’t matter cause we’ve got each other.”

You smile and nod “Okay” Max smiles too “Okay. And now we should slowly go back to land. I’m starving” You chuckle “Ay ay, captain” You smirk “Dork” He ruffles through you hair “Hey!”

He quickly kissed the top of your head and heads to turn the boat around. You watch him leading you both back to the land. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as you thought.

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caption: I wish I knew what he tried there, but I have no clue @/ maxfewtrell

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lando did he get stuck?

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alexandrasaintmleux when is your busy schedule free for me 😔

yn always, you just gotta say when you’re free 😔 I think we also need to talk about something that happened yesterday 👀

alexandrasaintmleux ohh 👀

user you and max are hanging out a lot

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“But you guys didn’t sleep with each other?” “No I couldn’t.. I mean we talked about it afterwards. And he told me that it’s okay but it doesn’t feel okay”

She smiles at you “You’re finally where you wanted to be all along. It is okay. No matter what the media, what lando, and definitely daniel says. They don’t matter. Did he give you any reason not to trust him?”

“No?” “Then talk to him again. And if you aren’t ready, then that’s okay too.” “Everyone-“ “Shut up.” You blink at her “Stop comparing yourself, please. If I had the chance again, I would’ve rather thought about who I had my first time with. But I wanted to fit in, to loose my virginity. That’s stupid tho. Do it with someone you love, and not do it when everyone tells you to lose it.”

You nod “Alright, alright. Before you start writing poems here.” You chuckle and Alex laughs “I’m sure i’ll write some about the insufferable love you two have for each other” “Me and Max? Talk about yourself with the wannabe fashionista”

“That’s mean” She says but laughs “His pants are the worst! How would you let him go out like that?” You cringe “He likes it I guess. I’ll help him here and there but..he’s expressing himself..?”

“Don’t make me feel bad “ You chuckle but pick up your phone that lit up.

“Who is it?” “Max” She smirks at you “Shut up” “I didn’t say anything” You roll your eyes “What does he want?” “Asking if I was up for dinner tonight. But keegan and morgan would be joining if I was okay with it”

“But you wanted to talk to him” “I’m not gonna talk to him about him talking my virginity in public, Alex!” You whisper yell. She shrugs and you roll your eyes again.

“Maybe you won’t even have to talk” She smirks again “Alex” You whine “Do you trust him?” “Yes” “Do you want it to be him?” “Yes” She smiles as she sips her coffee.

“We’ll see what happens” “Just don’t panic. You’ll be okay.” you nod “Thank you alex” “You know I won’t judge” She winks.

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You kicked off your heels in the hallway and made your way to the living room. You flopped down onto the couch and you hear a chuckle from behind you “Told you to wear other shoes.” “But others wouldn’t have fit to my outfit” You pout.

“Then you should’ve changed” “So you don’t like my outfit?” “Oh trust me, I love it” You blush a bit as he sits next to you, hand on your knee.

“How was the meet up with Alexandra? More gossip?” “Maybe” Max smiled and closed his eyes. His head rested on the back of the couch as you watched him.

“Everything okay?” He mumbled a few moments later and opened one eye to look at you “yeah, i’m okay” You smile warmly. He smiles, closes his eye and gently strokes your leg.

Either he hasn’t noticed, or he’s doing it on purpose but with each stoke, his hand itched higher and higher. When he got to your thigh, your breath hitched.

You saw max’s lips twitch upwards slightly. His thumb makes a soothing motion over your inner thigh, which isn’t soothing at all (Ykyk that feeling).

“Fewtrell.” He hums “What are you doing?” “I’m not doing anything” He turns his head and looks at you with an innocent smile “I know exactly what you’re doing.” “Then why are you asking?”

* Smut until the next mark *

“Don’t play with me, Fewtrell” “No? But I thought that’s exactly what you wanted” You glare at him “Maybe I don’t want it anymore” He chuckled “No? Then why is my hand trapped between your thighs?” He smirks. Fuck, you hadn’t even noticed that your thighs were pressed together.

You look up at him with a faint blush on your cheeks. His free hand cups your cheek “Tell me to stop and I will” You shake your head “Don’t” “No? You sure” You nod and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes”

That’s all it took for max to let his restraint go. His lips crash into yours “Tell me if I make you uncomfortable or-“ “Just shut up” You breath out. He chuckled, pulled his hand from between your thighs and climbed over you.

His hands were next to your head, yours finding their place on his sides “Max” You say quietly as his lips gently glide over your jaw “Hm?” You raise your hands to his cheeks and pull him in for another kiss.

One hand slowly wanders down to the first button on his shirt, which he catches in his hand. You look at him puzzled “I’m not fucking you on your couch” “Why not?” “Not happening”

He gets up and throws you over his shoulder as if you weighted nothing “Max! What the fuck!” “You’ll live.” You chuckle as he makes his way to your bedroom.

He gently sets you down on the bed and doesn’t restrain your hands from opening his shirt this time. He watched every move of your hands and looks right into your eyes as you push the dress shirt off him.

He lets it fall to the floor as he leans over you again, his lips almost touching yours “Still okay?” “yes” You lean up the last bit to kiss him, making him smile into the kiss.

One of his hands trace your back “Wanna keep it on or can I..” Max eyes you for a moment, keeping alert for any possible discomfort. You breath for a moment “It’s okay” You say quietly.

He smiles and gently opens your dress. It falls of your shoulders as he pulls you up by your hands and strips you off the dress completely.

His eyes roam your body, but instead of being embarrassed, it’s sends a warm sensation through your body.

“Got your wish after all, huh?” He chuckled “Shut up and hurry up” “Patience baby. Everything at its time” You roll your eyes but yelp as Max pushes you back on the bed.

“Up” He says and you move more upwards on the bed as he towers over you. His lips find your jaw once again while one of his hands roams your form.

He trails down your body, keeping eye contact. “Max, please. Don’t tease” “I’m not teasing, i’m enjoying” His hands slide up your sides and stop at your bra “Can I take it off?” You nod and Max opens your bra and throws it off the bed.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He murmured against your skin. His hands gently knead your tits and smirks as you let out a gasp.

He comes up to your ear, gently biting under it, earning a muffled moan “Has anyone ever touched you, baby?” You shake your head, breathless “No? Oh fuck” He chuckled and let his head fall forward for a moment.

Max composed himself again as his hands travel down to the last piece of clothing that’s covering you. He looks at you and you nod. He raised an eyebrow “Yes, max for fucks sake. Stop asking and do something, please”

He smirked and pulled down your underwear, leaving you bare in front of him. You tug at his pants “No, not yet” He gently guides your hand above your head “This is about you, not me” You whine “You can have me later, let me make my stupid decision up, hmm?”

He gently glides two fingers through your folds. You bite your lip to keep your moans quiet, but Max wasn’t having any of it.

“Let me hear you, otherwise I’ll stop” He pulls his hand away and you buckle your hips upwards, which was quickly shut down by max shoving and holding your hips down.

His fingers find your clit and circle it slowly. One of your hands grabs max’s arm. He smiles and speeds up slowly. Your breathing was already unsteady but it wasn’t enough “Max, please” “Use your words. What do you want?”

You blush and clench your jaw “I’m not a mind reader, you gotta tell me” “Your fingers” “oh yeah?” You nod eagerly “Well, who am I to deny you that” He slowly inserts one of his fingers and watches your face for any discomfort.

When he doesn’t find any, he curves his finger upwards. You moan and thighten your grip on his arm “More, please Max” He inserts another finger into you and picks up the pace.

He keeps his thumb on your clit, kissing your thighs in the process. You moan out his name, nothing else than him filling your mind.

“What a good girl” Max raised an eyebrow as you clenched around his fingers “Oh? You like when I call you that?” You blush and hide your face in your hands.

“Don’t hide yourself, come on Baby” He peels your hands away “Eyes on me. You wanna cum on my fingers?” You nod “Yeah? You think you can handle my cock too?” You nod eagerly “Yes, I can”

Max smirks, picking up the speed again and you whine “Aw, are you sensitive?” You push your head backwards into the pillow.

The squelch of the movement inside of you is the only noise filling the room for a moment, making you fist the blanket and max’s arm.

“So good- Max! ‘m close” “Yeah? I’ve got you, cum all over my fingers. Need it” He says and bites the inside your thigh.

The pain pushes you over the edge, your nails digging into Max’s arm.

He slowed down his pace, letting you ride out your high. He pulls out and wipes his fingers on his pants, his free hand gently stroking your abdomen.

You look at him, catching your breath, hair sticking to your forehead. Max chuckled “If you look this fucked out on my fingers, I wonder what my cock does to to you”

You bite your lip and reach out to him, fingers hooking into his belt. Max raised his eyebrows at you but smirks “Go ahead” He nods and you unbuckle his belt. He moves backwards on the bed to stand back up and take his pants off.

“You’re still clothed” You say, sitting on your knees now, tilting your head and pointing at his boxers. Max chuckled “Impatient, are we?” He smirks but you cross your arms “Alright, alright” He chuckled, taking off his underwear too and crawling back above you, pushing you back on your back.

You hold the eye contact but flicker to his lips. His hands reached for the nightstand and takes something off it. “You wanna do it?” You look at the condom. Where the hell did that thing come from and when did he even place it there?

But your thoughts were interrupted when max kissed your jaw “Hm?” “I wanna do it” You whisper “Alright then” He holds the pack up to your mouth and you gently grab it with your teeth, to not damage anything.

You both sit back up, and you rip open the package. You place it on his cock and out of the corner of your eye you can see his hands clenching, holding back from touching you. You smirks and roll the condom down.

Max squeezed his eyes shut and mumbled a quiet ‘fuck’ You keep moving your hand up and down his cock “Sweetheart, no- oh fuck” You thighten your grip slightly, making Max gasp.

“That’s not what- oh” His breath quickens “I’m just making sure it’s on properly” You smile innocently, and before you can say anything else, his hand grips your throat “You’re a minx. I’d be careful if I was you” “Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do?”

He smirks slowly and clenched his jaw “Nothing today. This is about you, but don’t think I’ll forget you being a little brat.”

You raise your eyebrows “Me? I would never” “You’ve never and you still..” Max cuts himself off “I forgot, you read” You smile “Not so innocent, are you baby?” He smiles and pulls you in by your throat.

His lips press against yours and he pulls away again, making you try and chase him, which doesn’t work with his hand around your throat.

He gently pushes you back down and presses gentle kisses around your neck, keeping your hips still with his hands.

“Max, please” He raised an eyebrow “Stop teasing. You don’t need to be a mind reader to know what I want. Please, I thought you wanted to make it up to me? “ You whine, making him press his lips together, nodding “I know, I know sweetheart. You’ll get what you want”

He lines himself up with you but looks up first “Tell me to go slower or stop, okay? You got the control on the pace” You nod, hand wrapping around his bicep.

He slowly pushes in, making you gasp. Your nails dig into his arm, making him hiss. Your scrunch your eyebrows together “Wait-fuck. A moment, please” Max stops immediately and looks up “You okay?” You nod “Just need a moment”

He nods and waits for your cue to move again. Your mouth opens in a soundless moan, which makes Max wrap his hand around your throat once again “Come on, don’t go shy on me now, Pretty girl. Let me hear you” You try to stop the restrain on your moans and Max stills inside you, once he’s in by the hilt.

“You tell me when to move, okay?” You nod, pulling him down for a kiss, your fingers tangling into his hair.

“Okay, you can move” He slowly pulls out and trusts back in. Your eyes widen as he continues the movement “Holy- Max” He chuckles and leans his head next to your ear, making you listen to his breathing.

“How are you feeling?” He says, quickly pecking your cheek “Good” “Yeah? Feels good?” You nod, eyes occasionally rolling into the back of your head.

“Told you we should’ve done this earlier- fuck” You grad the arm that is wrapped around your throat “Yeah? Bet you would’ve loved to be fucked everywhere, hm? Having to keep quiet if I actually fucked you in my drivers room, your own room or mine? Or on the italy vacation?”

“I don’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about” You get out between moans “No? Running around in those dresses, my god. And bending over every time I was around you? Total accident i’m sure” He growls, thightening his hold on your throat.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head once again at his action “you’re fucking filthy, aren’t you? If you like me chocking you, what else is it I will find when I fuck you, hm?” He smirks as you blush “Always the ones you thought were innocent” He chuckled as you silenced him with a kiss.

“Please, faster” Max gladly listens, picking up his pace and reaching down to play with your clit “Max- Oh god”

“You have no idea how long I wanted to do this to you. I don’t know how I kept away from you, but I won’t ever be able to ever again” Max’s breath gets heavier and his head hangs down.

“Harder” “Baby im already-“ “You’re not gonna break me” He lets out a breathless laugh “Jesus, you’re gonna be the death of me” He obliged either way and soon you could feel the pleasure creeping up on you.

Max felt your repeatedly clenching around him as his thrusts don’t falter “Are you close? Can feel you squeezing me so- oh my- fucking tight” You nod “Yeah? Wanna come on my cock? Be a good girl?” “Yeah, wanna be good- fuck”

He smirks at the effect he has on you, but his expression quickly turns into concern as tears roll down your cheeks and he starts to slow down “Hey-hey are you okay?” “Don’t stop, please max. Fuck, keep going”

It was then he realised you were crying because it just felt good “Not hurting, please I’m so close” He nods and picks up his pace again.

This time he picks up your hips a bit which earns him a loud moan “Oh- right there, max” He chuckled but continued pounding into you, as his own orgasm crept up on him.

“Yeah? Finally found it” He says more to himself than you but tries to continually hitting the spot, over and over again.

“Gonna cum, max. Don’t stop, don’t-“ “I won’t, let go baby. I got you, be a good girl” You pulled him down into a heated kiss as white hot please consumed every fibre of your body, your other hand gripping his shoulder, marking another part of him.

Your orgasm triggered his own and his hands grip your hips, probably bruising them slightly in the process.

His forehead rests on yours as you slowly come down from your high. Max slowly pulls out, which earns him a quiet hiss of you.

“Sorry” he mumbled and pulled the condom off to throw it in the trash.

* smut end * holy cow that was long 😭 Anyway.

“You want a bath or just lay here” Max whispered as he cuddled up to you “Just a moment. But a bath sounds nice too” “I’ll quickly turn on the water and be right back” You nod with closed eyes.

A few moments later you hear the water running and Max is back in the room, now in sweatpants “Why are you wearing those?” “Do you know how weird it feels to walk around naked?” He laughs and crawls back to you, pulling you onto his chest “Don’t fall asleep on me now. We still gotta clean you up”

“How can I not when you brush through my hair like that and cuddle me” You mumble “To bad, sweetheart. Still gonna have the bath” You don’t move and max laughs “Do I have to carry you?” “Mhm”

He chuckled again but picks you up “Let’s go then” You keep your eyes closed, leaning on his shoulder. “Can you open the door? My hands are quite occupied”

You smile and open the door. The warmth of the room immediately makes you feel even sleepier. He sets you down for a moment and closes the door.

“Come on, hop hop in there” “Don’t rush me” You say and hold a hand out “Yeah yeah” He picks you back up and you squeal “Max!” He slowly sets you down in the bathtub. He sits beside the tub and holds your hand, head resting on the side and looking at you.

“You’re staring.” “I know. But do you really care?” “No” You smile and look at him. His smile widens “Good.” He sits up properly to kiss you. Your hand draws shapes on his shoulder “Oh” “Hm?”

You chuckle “Did I do that?” You point to the countless scratches on his arms and shoulders “I think you did, yeah” He laughs “Even down here!” He looks at the lower part of his arm “How am I supposed to hide that?”

“Hoodie?” He looks at you deadpan “Hoodie? It’s like.. super hot outside?” “Then you’ll be smoking hot” He chuckled “You’re crazy” “Yet you’re still sitting here” Max nods “Yeah, somehow” You roll your eyes and lay back down.

comfortable silence fills the room. Max’s hand gently caressed your face as you calm down. You were right were you wanted to be, without any disturbance..right?

Holy shit. It’s been a while since I wrote smut, so go easy on me. Part 14 is still coming out tomorrow, no worries about that 🤭

#formula one imagine #lando norris x sister!reader #max fewtrell imagine #max fewtrell x you #norris!reader #daniel riccardo x reader #max verstappen x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #max fewtrell smut

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sugarhog05 · 19 days ago

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ALRIGHT I HAVE SOME MORE SEMI-OLD ART

I have been on a trip so sometimes I can’t draw but I’d still like to post cause I have a lot of stuff on my mind lol

I think this is the first drawing I did of ruin eclipse from SB. It’s from 2023 so kinda old 👀

TW for blood and a wound on the next one

This was a self-insert of an Y/N for an AU I was making. I still have the AU shelved for maybe coming back to. What id gotten down at the time was that Y/N gonna be a security guard and in the beginning was gonna beat the absolute SHIT outta Moon cause he tried to scare them lmao

Moon would become absolutely terrified of them, and Y/N would feel like, SO bad. Because of this they’d try super hard to be nice and make up for literally sending them to P&S (a place they loathe)

Moon, seeing this would take advantage of it and try to get revenge by gaining their trust then doing…? Something? I hadn’t figured that out, but it wasn’t gonna be violent. Over time though, he would start to grow fond of them and start to second guess getting back at them. Then he gets the virus, and his negative emotions towards them get almost overpowering. So much so that he has a hard time keeping up the whole nice act. And any fondness would be completely erased (suppressed). That was as far as I got with it lol

This was a witch AU I had thought about where Y/N was hermit and… had some questionable practices that were illegal for some governing body of magic. Sun and Moon would be robots given life through magic, and would be sent to investigate them. I hadn’t come up with the designs for them yet, and I might still revisit it.

Anyway, Y/N would be completely caught off guard by their arrival and would desperately try to be accommodating while secretly trying to hide their illegal practices. They would be successful, but in the process would end up charming the brothers into wanting to see them more. Ironically because of their kinda skittish, awkward, and frazzled state. Like I said, they were NOT expecting company, and it’s especially bad because they know the brothers were sent to investigate them. Which means the governing body of magic is on to them somehow. In the beginning they’d be more caught off guard, but eventually Y/N would learn to hide everything better and know to expect them lol. They were also gonna have a cat familiar that could turn into a wispy spirit thing but I hadn’t figured out a name for it yet.

…Can you tell I really like void faces yet? I also ended up using the stars on the hat for my witch self-insert for hexciis Fae AU so I’d have to come back and redesign them. They were heavily inspired by Hexciis witch as well because I related to them so much. So I’d also change the witches personality to make them more my own since I have more experience with making characters now.

Lastly is a D&D inspired character. I’m not SUPER familiar with D&D, but it’s something I’ve wanted to try… I’m just a little nervous to lol. They’re a Monk Rouge multiclass who’s “haunted” (they don’t actually mind) by the spirit of a wendigo… who’s also Moon lol. Again, not sure if it’s even possible for a wendigo to haunt someone or if that’s even a thing in D&D… but I wasn’t exactly making them to actually play with it was more just a fun design thing.

Erm, so yeah thanks for reading the stuff rattling around in my brain case :]

#fnaf au #another big yap session #fnaf moon #moondrop #ruin eclipse #witch y/n #witch au #D&D inspired character #wendigo #y/n #security guard y/n #sugarhogsart #sugarhogsramblings

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stygiansun-totaleclipse · 19 days ago

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Hello??? Where are the horny asks??? Don't tell me you've succesfully tamed this fandom

Of course I have. Never underestimate me ☝️The new shock collars have been very successful in keeping all of you dogs at bay 🫵 (I say, as I am currently getting mauled).

(nsfw ask answered under the cut)

Kieran: sensitive along the scalp; pulling their hair is sure to make them groan and turn their eyes dark and glazed over. They prefer a more romantic setting—sincere expressions of devotion will get you far; they like knowing their feelings are requited. They’re a hopeless romantic. But they also like the build up foreplay/impassioned tension brings, so an argument is a great set up to get them right where you want them 👍😏 They are also veeeery sensitive along the bare skin of their lower stomach—touching there would have them biting back a moan/whimper to their own embarrassment and would make them weak in the knees.

Nihm: they’d shiver if you trailed your fingers along their spine and would get weak if you pinned/cornered them from behind. Gotta be careful with them bc if you come on too strong too fast their soul is gonna leave their body and leave them just a gibbering mess or incapable of speech entirely. So. You know. Maybe leave that until after you’ve gently coaxed them into very stiffly following you to bed like a little penguin. Which you can do by being forward with your intentions (they’re very oblivious) and also being a gentleman/woman/person. Kiss the back of their hand like a prince/ss/ps would. :3 Anything with the hands, really. They are most vulnerable with their hands so being very sweet/gentle with their hands would give them butterflies. 🦋

Lilith/Lucien: I mean they’re a horndog so they’re pretty much always in the mood and will very easily get turned on by a LOT of things but if you wanted to get them aroused in like a flustered sort of way, you’d have to take them by surprise—so like i.e. a very cool and collected or gentle mc suddenly getting very dominant and backing them into a corner/forcing them into a more submissive role (pet play 👀), or like if they were having a more sentimental moment with mc on their lap or vice versa and they suddenly got aroused without meaning to. 😰 If they get aroused without meaning to, they’ll get very embarrassed and hide their face and hope to gods mc doesn’t notice their arousal. They also will get embarrassed by headpats and very sincerely given thanks/praise no matter what.

Samira: sensitive along the back of the neck—touching there would make her shiver; also carding your hands through her braids would make her weak in the knees/swoon. Also anything to do with her blood bond with mc—if she lets you you can literally use that to MAKE her physically turned on or feel your own arousal, among other things. Very versatile. 😳 Post relationship (after much time), she’ll get a bit devilish if mc expresses interest in something very kinky spoilery >:3

Aurynn: very difficult to arouse pre relationship; he’s used to a fine degree of control over his own arousal and will only get turned on if he wills it. Post relationship, he still has that control but can still play along with more fun/kinky stuff for sure and will initiate it/abuse MCs turn ons when he is reeeeeaaaaally in the mood to get railed, but if you want to make him just melt and be at his knees despite himself, he’ll be weak for body worship and declarations of love/devotion and just a hopeless romantic of an mc who reassures him when he gets insecure.

Parim: doesn’t get super easily turned on—it takes him time to build up to that. Foreplay 👍 But if you wanted to speed things up you’d probably really have to throw yourself at him. Just straight up can’t-wait-any-longer-get-your-clothes-off-now desperate type of horny. Which would be difficult for him to handle at first cuz woah this is a lot but if you take over and start kissing his stomach then yeah. Ok. 😳

Aurora: depends on the day—she’s aspec and her sexuality fluctuates so some days she is entirely impossible to turn on, tho don’t think she doesn’t know exactly what you’re trying to do. Other days, your efforts to trail your fingers over her bare shoulders and around to the back of her neck will work and she’ll catch your naughty little hands and now the punishment begins 👍 >:3

Castor: Also difficult to arouse. Don’t try anything in public cuz he’s not into pda and greatly prefers privacy for intimacy. If you really want to get him riled up, get into an impassioned argument and then flip things into being tense in a different way—either by shoving him into the wall or goading him into backing you into one to set up the position ☝️—and then get sentimental on him :3 ❤️💕 youre mad bc you love him 💕💕🥺

Ember: pretty easy to get him in the mood; you can just start suggestively teasing him by touching him or yourself, or talking dirty or just bluntly telling him etc. They prefer straightforwardness to subtlety and might miss some hints, so they’d prefer not to dance around the topic. If you’re trying to fluster or torture them, you can be mean and toy with them by getting them riled up and then playing the innocent card like you thought you two were just having innocent fun teasing and wdym, why would anything you just said have a double meaning?? Explain. You don’t get it. :3 ☺️💕❤️

#Didn’t include Nour just cuz yknow. They’re kinda taken. 👍❤️ so idk if they’d really fit well for these kinds of asks #stygian sun total eclipse #stygian sun: total eclipse #sste asks #anon ask #sste: mc #sste: aurynn #sste: lilith #sste: lucien #sste: kieran #sste: samira #sste: nihm #sste: parim #sste: aurora #sste: castor #sste: ember

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kissingraine · 1 month ago

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18+ (No content warning,,, yet👀)

Lust for Life — G1 Insecticons x f!Reader (2)

• The first few days are rough. You can’t get close to the shed without your new bug friends hissing at you, so you don’t force it—even if you really want to study the iridescence of their scales or see-through wings. Just to check if they’re really made of metal. The first time they shift into something more mech-like around you, you’re barely awake in bed, but you know it’s them.

They expected you to run screaming—half-knowing they’d chase you down and bring you back to the shed that’s now their temporary hive base. Bombshell even expected to use his cerebro-shells on you. But you’re proving a lot more gullible than they initially thought. Because where your kind usually lacks the type of empathy they can manipulate, your childish fascination is laid bare for their optics. He doesn’t even need to lift a clawed servo.

You’re always inching closer, trying to barge into the unfinished hive they’ve been lining with moss and clothes from nearby washing lines for days now. Couldn’t you wait, at least? You’re unafraid—that’s a promising quality. At least Shrapnel thinks so. He snaps his pincers at you when you sit too close while he’s working, thinking he doesn’t see you.

You have no survival instincts in you, do you? Although he’s glad you live all the way out here. Makes it easier to hide... and get rid of you if you turn out to be a complete waste of time. You’re more provider than Queen material��always bringing them those little fruits in increasingly weird shapes and those even littler bowls. But when Kickback realizes he’s finished another? He relents. Fine—maybe you’re good at lowering his guard. He can feel Shrapnel growing used to your presence, even... looking for it.

He notices how the beetle guards the perimeter, massive body rumbling whenever he hears you speak—just like Kickback did when he first found you. Delirious, wanting, vulnerable. But never once cruel to them. And they haven’t even transformed into bots yet. You still see them as overgrown arthropods resembling native life. Kickback would be doing you a favor, wouldn’t he? Showing you how misplaced your trust is. Teaching you how cruel life can really be—like it was to them.

He wonders if you’d still smile when you realize how borderline terrifying they can be. Smile like when he chirps at you and you pet his claws like they’re paws. Shrapnel needs you to accept them. He wants to speak your language, to show you how important this is to his trine—and hopes you don’t run. Because you really are a sweet thing. That night, they decide it’s time.

Kickback slinks into your home—bot form prowling through the halls. It’s almost comedic. The door’s unlocked, of course. You always forget to close it when running around feeding the other small bugs in their little glass cages. Even mass-shifted, he’s still big enough to make anyone scream bloody murder.

• Work’s been harsh. Your legs ache from walking—field trip season means guiding a dozen students to and from exhibits. Your feet throb from wearing heels all day (required), but being surrounded by your terrariums at home brings comfort. There’s dirt on the counters lately. A tinge of ozone and pollen in the air. You realized it was pollen when the UPS guy had an allergy attack before even opening the door. You didn’t order anything then. Couldn’t risk your new companions being found.

• Distantly, as you lay in bed, you wonder if you’ve forgotten something. The sound of something big moving into your room answers that—a robot, seven—maybe eight—feet tall. A charming face and an even more charming pair of antennas.

“Shouldn’t feed things you don’t understand, pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice silk-smooth as he crawls across your sheets. The bed dips and creaks under his weight. Kickback expects fear—there’s a stranger in your bed, after all. A stranger who’s most likely a vicious Insecticon of a high-ranking trine.

A clawed servo tilts your chin. Your stunned expression is so Cybertronian-like, but you don’t scream. Or maybe... you don’t want to, he realizes. “They might think you belong to them.” Kickback snarls with a devious grin, which fades slightly when you brush small fingers against his faceplate. Recognizing. Familiar.

“...You’re the grasshopper one, aren’t you?”

His breath hitches when you manage to figure it out—even in bot form. That alone is a feat. Then you say something even more outrageous, clearly half-asleep. “You smell like pollen.” Kickback rips himself away from your touch, surprisingly not wanting to. Sweet hands making his denta ache so bad he nearly chips one from clenching too hard.

That’s his cue. Bombshell is waiting outside your window, overseeing the interaction. And Kickback’s mind changes about you. You’re quite the interesting specimen for a Queen candidate. He’s been studying you the most—plotting, really.

• When your eyes shut, you don’t know why your dreams are full of clicking voices and warm hands. Only that you want to stay there. It’s visceral—so unlike the dreams before. Those hands dipping between your thighs, squeezing and pinching at sensitive flesh until you’re shivering with warmth.

You wake up with a soft gasp in the morning, face flushed, underwear ruined with wetness, and a soft ache in your lower belly you’ve never felt before. So distinct from exhaustion. More intense.

(this week rly got me busy and these just rotted in my drafts😭)

#transformers #transformers x reader #valveplug #insecticons x reader #insecticons #transformers g1 #Lust for Life

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lay-z · 3 months ago

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What do you think the 141 boys would be like with a girl who’s kinda masculine?Like, she has big biceps and it’s basically allergic to skirts and what not.Totally asking for a friend….totally not because I’m a girl whos very masculine 👀

-🧍‍♂️💫

Honestly, they’d be all over you. Every single one of them.

I know all lot of people in this fandom love to portray them as men who’d prefer a dainty, petite, tiny, docile, hyper-feminine, submissive, oh my god I can’t believe how tiny she is tehee like I can pick her up with my pinky tehee—but I do believe that they genuinely wouldn’t care about looks.

They have extraordinary jobs, they’re in danger a lot, they’re not “good men”, a lot of them suffer from mental health issues and insecurities, they spend a lot of time away from home, so they already have so much shit on their plate—last thing they want to focus on is a woman who’s conventionally attractive and fits all those fucked up beauty standards.

You know what they’re into? Fucking loyalty. Kindness. Understanding. Softness. A home cooked meal. Someone waiting at home for them. A voice that tells them that they’re safe, home, that they’re not as rotten as they think they are, that they actually deserve something nice and pure as love and romance.

So—yes. I absolutely believe that the 141 would be into you, even if you lean more into a masculine femme.

Johnny and Kyle would love to hit the gym with you; hyping you up and helping you to push your limits only to grope your pretty biceps and thick, muscular thighs in your gym clothes. Simon would be so happy to share his clothes with you, to see you walking around in his hoodie, knowing what you’re hiding under all that fabric. Price would absolutely adore the fact that you’re not easily breakable, that you can handle yourself alone in public just using your wit and appearance (He’ll still worry, though. Naturally.), that he and his men can get a littler rougher with you—that you bite back when need be.

They’d absolutely adore you, baby. Don’t ever believe they wouldn’t.

Bonus: Johnny would joke about wearing the skirt in the relationship, and it’s the only time he’ll ever refer to a kilt as a skirt just to make you laugh. He’s started fist fights about it with other people before, so consider yourself special!

#🧍🏻‍♂️💫 anon #cod ask #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #call of duty #cod x reader

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cieloclercs · 1 year ago

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what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 7/7 (read part 6 here)

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

warnings. angsty but with a lil catharsis at the end (yes it’s a happy ending i’m too weak to keep the angst up 😔) swearing as per, your bestie and charles SCHEMING, y/n being a teenyyy bit annoying but it’s fine she’s heartbroken we accept it 😚

pairing. charles leclerc x artsy!reader

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note. FINAL PART!! it’s been a long time coming (sorry about that sixth form’s been kicking my ass 😔) but thank you to everyone that has been interacting with this series! i love and appreciate you all sooooo much!! 🫶 anywaysss i hope you guys enjoy the finale of what would you say (if i told you i love you)? 💗

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ashenstardust · 2 months ago

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Hii!! I see you write for clair obscur 👀 I'd like to request a fluff imagine with verso finding out reader used to be an actress on Lumiére? since he's a musician \(^ヮ^)/ Headcanons are fine too!! I hope you have a great day and If you don't want to/can't do this request that's fine! jst ignore this then,,(o^ ^o)

I want you to know I went insane about this.

Pairing: Verso x Reader Summary: When you have imposter syndrome so hard you cringefail out of being a microcelebrity until it comes to slap you in the face. Word Count: 2051 Rating: G Warnings: Fluff (?), not proofread

Wandering around the expedition grounds had left little time for socialization. You weren’t exactly a combatant, but your team was. They spent all day fighting and killing Nevrons only to collapse at camp once night fell, talking into the small hours of the morning, before passing out and waking up only a few hours later in the predawn grey.

You did much the same, although you didn’t expend as much energy seeing as how you barely ever fought and really only helped to move the camp from one place to the next as you traveled ever closer to the Paintress.

Gustave had been the one to justify your continued existence after the horrors on the beach. Even though the words were barely kinder than “pack mule.”

After everything else that happened you thought the group was just happy to have someone else who was still alive.

Then came Verso, kind but impatient and exacting in a way that had you shying away from any more social interaction than necessary. He understood there was no place for someone who had to rely on others to stay alive. You understood his pointed remarks and syrupy words were meant to make you take more risks – to sink or swim against the never-ending tide of Nevrons.

And maybe he wasn’t as callous as you felt he was. On clear nights in the cold air, he’d ask you to spar with him, offer to teach you some technique or another, or tell you how to find a weakness in an enemy. Sometimes you appreciated that he took the time to recognize you were human. Other times he was so intense, pushing you past the point of reason, and you would hide away in camp until the bruises and aches and heartbreak subsided.

At the end of every encounter you knew, reaffirmed for yourself, you would never be more than you were.

Then something horrible happened.

You were licking your wounds, relaxing in the shadows and watching the flickering fire as the expedition sat around the fire and talked, when a pair of legs came from across the camp, carrying Verso’s voice and trying to get the attention of Maelle.

You blanched, your stomach rolled, and you pressed your hands over your mouth as you moved to run or intervene. You weren’t sure which to follow through on yet.

Maelle didn’t even react, just told him to go away, and you watched as a slightly defeated pair of legs tried for Lune’s attention instead.

You had tears in your eyes as Lune shouted, and a torso – the top half of Verso – came crawling over on his hands. You wanted to scream. Who in their right mind thought any of this was appropriate?

But once the shock wore off, you saw the little group begin to laugh and share quips. Then you heard your name echoing from the conversation. They were talking about you. You groaned, inwardly, and hoped they wouldn’t call you over.

Maelle caught your eye and waved you over with unrestrained glee.

“-Absolutely brilliant. I go to every show!” You catch the last part of Sciel’s excited information as you approach.

They’re all looking at you. Your expedition partners with an awe you hadn’t seen since before you left Lumiere, and Verso with a look that made it clear he was reconsidering his opinion of you.

“You were part of the theater on Lumiere?” he asked in that unwitting way that always drew you in.

Maelle had been talking about one of the plays you’d done a few years ago, the first she’d even been to, and how special it had been for her and Gustave. Her voice quieted but you weren’t sure if it was because she’d stopped talking or because of the way Verso made you feel like you were the only two people in camp.

That was what it was like when he trained you, too. The whole world fell away until there was only your body and his and the movements of a battle dance that rang out like a song.

He made a noise, and you came back to yourself, offering him a nod in answer to his question. “I was apprenticed under Matthieu Bossuet before he had his Gommage. I left behind quite a few promising apprentices myself.”

“I really couldn’t believe you’d choose to be part of an expedition,” Lune interjected as soon as there was space for her to do so. “We were all upset, at first, that you’d leave Lumiere without your entertainment for something so hopeless as this.”

“Yes,” Sciel agreed, “Before…” she trailed off for a heartbeat, “you’d sing to us, or act out a little scene from one of your plays, and it made everything feel better, like we hadn’t left Lumiere at all.”

You were forced into a sort of stunned silence at that. You had no idea… Of course you’d seen them at your shows sometimes, with so few people left on Lumiere it was easy to recognize the same faces, but you hadn’t… What you had done on Lumiere had felt frivolous, and selfish. The self-loathing you had become accustomed to had fallen away when you’d signed your life over to the expedition.

Verso was looking at you with a different sort of intention than you’d ever seen from him before. The pity was easy to put aside, it was something you were used to seeing from him, but there was also admiration there and, perhaps, respect.

“Do they still preform Le Gardien Des Singes?” he asked.

You’re shocked he knew the name, though you knew you shouldn’t have been. He was from Lumiere and the play was old. “I did, once. Some of the pages have been lost and the ink from the first half is faded from use. No one really wants to restore old manuscripts when they could be writing original pieces.”

Verso smiled, covering a clear sadness with a sort of self-satisfied mirth. “I composed it with a writer friend of mine before the fracture,” he admitted wistfully. “I guess I’m just glad to hear some of it survived the move from the continent to the sea.” There was a moment of silence as you took that information in. Verso didn’t let you sit with it for very long. “When this is all over, I’ll come back with you and restore it myself.”

You smiled, despite the knowledge at the forefront of your everyday life that you would not be going back to Lumiere alive. “I’d love to perform it with you, when that happens.” And when you said it, it sounded like a promise.

It was late and you were ready to leave it at that, but Verso seemed invigorated, and you knew the rest of the expedition didn’t really sleep all that much either. Instead, you were forced to watch his body slide back together, the top half stitching together with the bottom in a disgusting squelch. Verso, now whole, was grinning widely and moving around the camp to find an appropriately flat section of grass and dirt.

His picto snapped and flourished and there sat an elegant piano. Veros took a seat on the bench with his back to the keys as he looked over where he’d left you and the rest of your group

“Do you remember any of it?” he prompted as you all walked over to him.

You saw the group’s eyes light up hopefully at the question. You felt Esquie’s shadow and Monoco had come to see what was happening too.

You opened your mouth to reply and felt yourself rendered mute by the sudden humiliation of the truth. Le Gardien Des Singes had been one of the last performances you’d done before the preparations for the expedition became a full-time job. It had been a passion project of yours and in putting it on you’d learned almost every aspect of the thing.

In what felt like long minutes you finally answered. “I remember a scene from the second act, I think. The one when the two guardians learn about the escape,” you admit. Once the words are out of your mouth you realize you hadn’t taken that much time to answer at all, and the thoughtful looks on their faces told you they’d thought you’d just been wracking your memory.

That wicked grin still curled on Verso’s lips, but it lost its edge at your words. He seemed genuinely pleased to hear that was the part you remembered. In truth it was a scene that you’d felt was the most emotionally impactful of the whole script which might’ve had you shying away if it weren’t for the anticipatory charge the air now held.

“Do you want to start-?”

You interrupted Verso, already knowing what he was going to say, “From the start of the argument, yeah.” It would be interesting playing both characters against each other especially since that hadn’t been your part on Lumiere either. But the thought of performing again, with someone else to do the music was making your heart race and a pleasant sort of adrenaline hummed under your skin.

Verso didn’t need any more prompting. He turned on the bench and placed his fingers above the opening keys.

The music came in as a crash of discordant noise. The two characters had already been enemies from what had happened at the start of the act. There was no prelude to the harm that was coming.

You threw your body into it. Giving each of the two guardians a distinct body language and flow of words. When you couldn’t remember the exact verbiage, you improvised based on where you knew the conversation was going.

It was going very smoothly, with a captive audience and a musician willing to improvise with you when your lines went on longer or shorter than he probably wrote them. And he was an excellent musician. His fingers were lightning across the piano and seemed to anticipate every move you were going to make even when the notes weren’t what you were fully familiar with.

Then came the part where the two guardians launched themselves at each other.

You were bending backwards, your own hands reaching for your throat, when the musical sting interrupted your flow completely. You stuttered a bit in your actions and shot Verso a look like, “get your shit together.”

You played out the next round of dialogue without anything amiss, although you felt the upbeat notes were a little out of practice considering what was going to happen next.

Then you were leaning back as the other character, fist coming at your face. Lune and Esquie gasped appropriately.

And there was that out-of-place musical sting again.

Everything stopped.

You whipped around to face Verso. “What’re you doing?” you both accused each other at the same time.

It was harsh enough to make you pause and take in the situation. Verso heard his words echo with yours and started laughing.

“I think I’m missing something,” you admit, relaxing your body language from where you’d been strung against your own movements.

Verso’s laughter died down a bit, but there was still clear amusement in his voice. “It’s a comedy,” he informed you.

“What?” The words came out like a bark as you bit back your own amusement imagining what he must’ve been picturing in his mind. To you, and to the people of Lunmiere, that scene was the beginning of the descent for the characters that led up to the catastrophe at the end of the act which led into the resolution at the end of the performance.

“It probably doesn’t work since its just the two of us, but the whole point is that they’re arguing about the sanctuary that isn’t missing anything at all,” he explained.

“So, they’re all there?” you asked, picturing your cast all on stage, watching these two characters trying to kill each other over nothing.

“They’re all there,” Verso agreed, suddenly his usual calm and held together self.

Esquie quite expertly took the crowd away from the piano with a fluttering interpretive dance which seemed easy to join.

“And it still ends the same?” you asked, stepping nearer to the bench.

Verso smiled and nodded, “yeah, it still ends the same.”

#Fanfiction #Request #serpentinefangs #Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 #Clair Obscur #Expedition 33 #Verso #Reader #GN!Reader #Verso x Reader #Fluff #Still haven't finished the game btw #Also still struggling with this whole fluff business in the sad french game #but I think I do an okay job

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moriwood · 3 months ago

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flavor of the month but jay bottoms? 👀

hope ur still here more than a year later babe (┬┬﹏┬┬)

Last Meal — p.js

btm!park jongseong x top!male reader angsty smut 1.7k words

When Mayor Jay gets exposed for embezzlement and prostitution, you, his favorite escort, must escape the lavish life he provided. On the night of your planned escape, he crashes into your apartment, leading to a cathartic final encounter that strangely mirrors the beginning of your relationship. Sequel to Flavor of the Month (p.js) and Stealing the Spotlight (k.sn + p.js). Can be read on its own.

includes: mayor jay is in major trouble with the police! it’s your time to punish him for fucking around~ warning: gunplay (you make him suck a loaded gun, to be clear), !!NONCON!!

Park Jongseong, the current Mayor of Seoul more popularly referred to as Mayor Jay, failed to appear in court today for a scheduled inquiry into allegations of embezzling 50 billion KRW in public funds. The case escalated after financial documents were anonymously leaked online, which reveal suspicious transactions—including multi-billion-won transfers to Kim Heechul, a prominent restaurateur operating in the Itaewon District. Whistleblower KSN claims that Kim’s establishments are being used as fronts for illicit prostitution operations. Supporting their claim, our team was sent exclusive images allegedly depicting the mayor inside one of Kim’s yet-to-be-identified venues.

Grainy photos flash on the TV screen: Jay slipping Heechul an envelope, Jay pouring a bottle of vodka over himself, a half-naked passed out Jay with a thong on his face.

You’re in a rush, shoving whatever you can into a duffel bag in the lavish Gangnam apartment that Jay bought you. These designer clothes, expensive jewelry—every bit of it from the pockets of Jay. Well, pockets of taxpayers, really. You have to leave before you get caught in the crossfire.

You wonder who could have exposed him. A rival politician who spotted him slinking through Heechul’s backrooms? A campaign aide with a grudge? Or someone like you, a pawn of Heechul who finally snapped? It doesn’t really matter, does it? All that matters is Jay stole from the people and they’re now hunting the places where the money went to.

The front door crashes open. Your heart lurches, expecting policemen, but it’s Jay who stumbles into the foyer. His suit’s crumpled, necktie gone, hair disheveled, eyes wild in bloodshot. In his trembling hand is a pistol, glinting like the marble floor. He sways, pointing it at you.

“You did this,” he accuses, stepping closer. “You sold me out. You betrayed me.”

You drop the bag, hands steady despite the mounting panic. “Me?” you retort, voice sharp, stepping toward him. “I had everything to lose. This new life I got is all because of you. Why the hell would I rat you out?”

He laughs, unhinged, waving the gun erratically. “Don’t lie to me. You—you wanted revenge. I’m the last tether to your ugly past. You never loved me; you hated hiding—” He pauses, eyes flickering with something like guilt. “Two bullets,” he simply states. “One for you, one for me. Let’s end this together.”

What a twisted vow. You take another step, closing the distance, gaze locked on his. “I said I was fine hiding; I said I’d stop working for Heechul just for you. It’s you who couldn’t stop running back to Heechul’s business when I left it long ago.”

His face twists, enraged. He lunges, grabs your arm and presses the gun against your chest. You instinctively wrestle for control. He’s stronger, but he’s drunk, sloppy, and uncoordinated. In the struggle, his grip falters, and his finger grazes the trigger.

Jay yelps as a bullet buries itself in the ceiling, cowering in fear. Plaster rains down, dusting your shoulders. Seizing his shock, you wrench the gun from his sweaty grasp, shoving him back. He stumbles and trips over his own feet, landing hard on his ass on a Persian rug.

You step forward, looming over him, presssing the barrel to his lips. “So,” you growl, “there’s one bullet left. And if there were still two, it should be you who goes first, right? You stole from the city, not me.”

His eyes widen, tears welling, the once-charismatic mayor reduced to a sniveling shell. He was all that not so long ago, a hand on your thigh as he promises you everything in the world. You lean closer, gun steady, as you whisper, “Look at you. So proud throwing money around, getting whatever you wanted. And now? You’re about to lose it all.”

He whimpers against the cold metal and you feel a twisted satisfaction bloom in your chest. You tilt your head, studying him—the quivering chin, the sweat beading on his forehead, the way his hands fall uselessly at the rug. For some reason, the sight of Jay so broken and small stirs something in you.

“Suck it,” you order. “Suck it like it’s my cock.”

His breath hitches, eyes pleading. He’s shaking like a dog in cold rain, searching for mercy.

“Suck!” you snap, shoving the barrel forward, forcing it past his lips. The metal clicks against his teeth and he yields, lips parting to take it in, a choked sound escaping. The sight is grotesque, humiliating, and you revel in it; this singular experience of Jay is nothing to the shit you’ve gone through under Heechul’s business. “Touch yourself,” you taunt. “Show me how filthy you are.”

He fumbles with his belt, slipping a hand into his pants. His breathing quickens as he strokes himself, gun still in his mouth. A photo of him in this position could net you millions, but the whistleblower is probably withholding more incriminating material. His eyes flutter shut, a tear slipping down his cheek.

“You love this, don’t you? Having us kneel, bend down for you. Made you feel so superior, when really, you’re this pathetic little bitch,” you whisper. You drag the barrel in and out, the gun’s weight as heavy as any hard cock. One twitch of your finger, and his life ends. The easy route, you’d say, albeit an ending with the worst consequences.

Jay moans, hand moving faster in his pants, cock visibly straining against the fabric. He bucks forward, chasing some kind of release. You slide the gun deeper, nudging the back of his throat and he gags. You grip his hair with your free hand, yanking his head back to force him to look at you; Jay looks at you with terror in his eyes.

“Should’ve been me only,” you murmur, pulling the gun away, letting it clatter across the floor.

You haul him up and shove him to the bed, the chandelier’s light painting him like an abused object of worship. He resists weakly, mumbling, “Stop—” but you silence him with a bruising kiss, teeth clashing until you taste blood. You tear at his shirt, buttons flying away like his shattering ego.

Jay groans to the cold air, in pain and surrender, and you yank his pants down, exposing him. His cock is hard, twitching with precum beading at the tip, pleasure so obvious even in the sickest of situations. You pause, letting the moment stretch. It’s a subtle chance for him to pull away, to scramble to the door and still leave with whatever dignity he has left. But he doesn’t move, vacant eyes locked onto yours.

“Hard for me, even now. You’re disgusting,” you mutter as you play with his cock. He mewls and tips his head back.

You strip off your jeans, leaving your shirt on. He follows every moment, hungry despite the fear. He still wants you, and you hate how much you thrive on this power; it’s a polar opposite to the days when you were the one bending to your clients’ whims.

You kneel between his legs, slicking your fingers with spit, impatient. You press a finger inside, and he cries out, body arching. “All those billions to Heechul and no one’s touched you here?” you chuckle. You add a second finger, curling them enough to make him clutch the bedsheets. You thrust deep and slow, drawing out the burn, and he sobs. Spit isn’t enough.

Jay’s scrabbling hands land on your duffel and he whispers, barely audible, “You’re leaving?”

You ignore him, pulling your fingers out. Instead, you coat your cock with spit and prod it against his hole. Jay gasps, tensing at the pushing pain. Desperate, he tries again, “I know a place in the Philippines—We could hide—”

You thrust, cutting him off as he whimpers. You wrap your hand around his jaw. “I’m not leaving with you,” you snarl. His legs shake, and you grip his thighs to keep them spread wide. “You’re nothing without your money,” you coldly say. “Am I wrong?”

He sobs, voice cracking, “I’m worthless.”

You grunt, slamming into him harder, the wet slap of sweaty skin echoing. His body jolts as he moans shamefully, his hard cock bobbing as more precum leaks in a steady drip.

“Don’t cum yet,” you warn, squeezing his cock painfully. “You haven’t earned it.”

You adjust your angle to hit that spot inside him. His eyes roll back, mouth open in a silent scream. You thrust deeper, faster, watching Jay unravel into a mumbling mess. He cries and he wails, hole clenching around you.

“Wanna cum?” you taunt, pinching his nipple until he squirms. “Beg for it.”

“Please,” he whispers. “Please, I’m sorry—”

“Louder!” you growl, pounding into him faster.

“Please!” he cries. “Please let me cum—”

You let go of his cock and he convulses, hands desperately holding on to you. He cums with a strangled cry, untouched, his warm seed spilling in thick spurts across his stomach and chest. You keep thrusting, relentless, chasing your own release. Jay continues to whimper, soft and so broken. Lost in the unwanted stimulation, his eyes have gone glassy, tear-streaked face contorted.

You pull out abruptly, and stand, gripping his hair in a fist. He gasps as you yank him forward. He kneels and sits on his feet, face forced to your cock. You jerk yourself fast, the sight of him fueling the fire in your veins.

“Open,” you growl. He follows, tongue trembling as he shamefully wants to please you.

You thrust shallowly into his mouth as you hold onto his head, your girth making him gag. Saliva drips down his chin as he anchors himself to your thighs.

“Mayor Jay, choking on a lowly boytoy’s cock, covered in his own filth,” you grunt. “What a fucking headline, right?”

His response is muffled to a moan, a mere vibration to your cock. With a guttural groan, you cum, hot and thick down his throat. He flinches but doesn’t pull away, letting what can’t be swallowed drip down his chin.

You release him and he slumps forward, catching himself on his hands. His cock has gone soft yet it still drips weakly. You step back, wiping yourself with one of the shirts you were taking away.

You swiftly fix yourself up, Jay still lost to the aftermath of his final encounter with you. You grab your duffel and zip it up.

“One bullet left,” you say, devoid of any sympathy. “If you want out, you know what to do.”

author’s note: i think i went way too overboard with this one i apologize, i think i need to go back to the fluffy ficssss bUT WITH THE DESIRE UNLEASH TEASERS LOOKING VERY MMMMMMMMMMMMM they must be going with something darker and more sultry this era right?!?!? cuz wdym can't touch you, but i'm gonna make you mine??????

— moriwood.

#enhypen x male reader #kpop x male reader #park jongseong x male reader #jay x male reader #mori fics

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