#To be continued?

[lady-z-writes]

It's late.

You can tell he's walking on eggshells.

And it's not his fault, not really.

You all drew straws.

And you two drew the smallest.

So now here you are, waiting for him to pick you up, standing on the sidewalk in this ridiculous outfit.

You're heading to an event.

Some promotion for some new sex club in the city. Some snooping and rubbing elbows with people who have information on some supe you're currently tracking.

It's always something.

The invitation the team happened to get ahold of said "porn star attire" and you can only imagine what you're walking into.

Frenchie joked you should just put on a g-string and some pasties but the thought of being that naked around Butcher made your stomach flip.

So you have a crush. So what?

When you drew straws and you were the lucky winner, you'd covered your face, scanned through a mental image of your closet to see if you had anything revealing for tonight.

Of course you didn't.

And when Butcher drew the other straw you could feel your face heating up.

"Oi, lovey. Just you 'an me," he'd opened his arms wide, gave you a big grin.

You wanted to melt into the floor.

Kimiko came with you to find an outfit.

You're currently cursing the drinks you'd had before your shopping. Mistake. Thankfully Kimiko had been clear-headed enough to be your voice of reason. She knew your crush. Kept your secret.

The outfit wasn't as revealing as you could have gotten. A black, figure-flattering frock. The cut was deep, almost went to your navel, showing off your tits. The low-back made you feel so sexy, only you couldn't wear a bra which made you nervous. It was full-length, a high side slit on your left leg revealing pastel pink rhinestone stilettos. It hugged your hips before cascading down with a short, dramatic train. Slight ruching accentuated your ass. To top it all off, Kimiko suggested a collar; something simple, almost elegant-looking. She'd insisted on a leash - details, she'd signed.

When Butcher pulls up, you feel so stupid.

Little do you know he'd let out a deep breath as he pulled up, eyes scanning over you.

You rush into the passenger seat, huff out a breath, don't make eye contact when you hand him the leash.

He bites his tongue, not trusting himself to speak.

"Kimiko insisted. Just...drape it across your neck."

He does as you ask, ignoring the jolt of his cock as he feels the leather trail over his skin.

He points toward the floorboard, nods at you.

"Figure ya may need a lil somethin' to ease into this."

You're gripping the neck of a bottle. It's dark, you've no idea what you're drinking, but you're thankful for the thought.

As he drives, you try not to notice what he's wearing, but your eyes trace over the leash hanging down his plain white shirt. The buttons are undone and it shows off his drool-worthy skin. He knows what he's doing.

He smells so good. It's overwhelming in this small space.

The three sips of this drink have you heated; you haven't eaten lately.

You sigh, cover your face as the car pulls up to the building.

"What?" To your surprise, Butcher has a laugh at the end of the word.

"What even is my life?" You can't help but laugh, gazing down at your outfit. "I'm a mess."

He's silent a beat as he parks, shuts the car off.

As he opens his door, he says, "for what it's worth, I think you're fuckin' stunning."

Your stomach flips again. You put down the bottle before you do something stupid.

And you let him lead you inside...

[cryingat300kph]

Pretty Thing

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x Boytoy!Mechanic!Reader

(Bad) Summary: When Ferrari gets a new pretty boy for a mechanic a certain 4x world champion takes notice.

Rating: M Warning(s): Mentions of sex, but no actual sex. Cursing. Use of Y/N. Allusion to homophobia in sports. F slur (but in a self-descriptive and reclaimed way) -Not Proofread-

Length: 1.4K Words

A/N: This is Seb in his chaotic flirt Ferrari era, like 1st/2nd year at Ferrari vibes. Also the ending is kinda cut off because I lost steam, but wanted to put something out. Let me know if ya’ll want this continued, I have ideas ;) <3

“Lewis look, that’s who I was talking about.” Seb says poking Lewis’s arm gesturing towards the bar. “Him?!” Lewis asks turning back to Seb. “Yeah.” Seb suppresses the urge to add Isn’t he pretty? “Damn I'm surprised they would hire a mechanic so-“ “so gay?” Sebastian supplies. “Heh-Yeah.” “Well he usually doesn’t look like that.” Seb says again gesturing towards the man.

The “that” Seb is referring to is the absolute twink uniform you are wearing. You might as well be wearing a flashing sign reading “I like dick! ;)” And Sebastian thinks you look completely and utterly delectable; more than usual.

He’d had his eyes on you since you joined the team at the top of the year. At first he noticed you because were young for someone not on the PR team, and far too handsome to not be in a more front-facing role. He was glad he was known to make sure to get to know all new members of the Ferrari family, because it meant he could satisfy this curiosity; finding out you had climbed the ladder at the factory quickly and had always wanted nothing more than to be in the garage track-side.

His interest in you only grew as he got to know you better. He knew obviously that as a mechanic you weren’t just a pretty face, but he soon found out you weren’t just either of those things. But someone who was extremely funny, kind and just as much of a nerd about racing as he was.

And so, a friendship slightly-beyond coworkers started to form. Now, at halfway through the season you two could be called proper friends, but your friendship is still very tied to work. Either way, you feel comfortable around Seb, comfortable enough to speak freely of your interests and life outside of racing. However, one thing he doesn’t know about you was that you don’t mind sharing a bed with a man.

Its hard being queer in formula one. It’s 2015 and huge strides have been made, but motorsports lags behind. Especially as someone who is involved in a more “masculine” job at Ferrari you keeps your more flamboyant tendencies under wraps. European ideas of masculinity help a lot, but it’s still a bit lonely, stressful and draining, to be closeted.

Hence why you’re here.

It had been a stressful race weekend, but Seb ultimately got podium and everyone was rightfully really happy and the team planned to go for drinks with the winning Mercedes team.

Seb had protested a bit when you said you thought you’d sit this one out. “I would, trust me, but I’ve had this headache all day and I doubt a hangover will make it any better.” You lied. He had seemed to come back to himself, like his earlier protest was a slip. Laughing it off. “You’re right, go, rest. We need your brain intact!”

You had chuckled at that saying bye to him and driving back to the hotel to get changed before heading out for your real plans. You felt bad lying to Seb but after this weekend a guy needed some attention damn it! But most importantly you wanted to dress how you want and exist how you want for once even just for a couple of hours.

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Without you at the party Sebastian is more melancholy than usual. He's cursing himself for crushing like a teenager, but without you there he’s lost interest. “Dude is this about the guy you told me about.” Lewis asks seeing Seb is obviously down about something. “what? no- it” “Where is he? Go talk to him!" “He’s not here, had a headache so he stayed back.” “Well you don’t seem to be having fun so go after him, just ask to hang out.” “But the team, i should-.” “Kimi is enough of a party for the team, he’d probably enjoy the company.” Lewis nudges him. “You know why I can’t Lewis.” Seb says seriously. “Yeah.” Lewis agrees and they’re silent for a bit before he speaks up again, mischief in his voice. “But maybe we could find some other entertainment for the night. To quell the ache?” “What are you suggesting?” Seb asks suspicious. “There’s a bar a couple blocks from here. Heard its a discreet spot, good for cruising.” He says like he’s stating the weather and not suggesting the two biggest F1 drivers at the moment go cruising for gay sex.“What if someone sees us.” “we’re in America, no one knows who we are.” And Seb is just tipsy enough, and yearning to fuck a stranger and imagine it’s you, so he agrees.

“Let’s do it!”

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And so, Sebastian now finds himself at a loss for words, staring at you. At you, sipping a cocktail, half sitting on a bar stool, your back slightly arched. Honestly the picture is so inviting. Lewis is just looking at him with a smirk.

Sebastian sees that a couple men obviously have their eyes on you too. He watches as the bartender hands you a drink gesturing to one of the said men. You look over and the man starts to get up. Seb feels his fists tighten, but he relaxes when you hand the drink back to the bartender looking at the man apologetically. He’s glad the man gets the idea and sits back down, Seb doesn’t want to think what he would have done if the man had persisted.

Wait, so maybe you’re just out for a nice night alone, he doesn’t want to disturb that. But dressed like that? He’s having a hard time resisting.

“Lewis what do I do?” He asks. “The flirt is asking me?“ Lewis scoffs, but when Seb just looks at him annoyed, he Chuckles; he’s never seen the confident man so nervous before. “Just, go get him tiger.”

He knows it’s now or never, so Sebastian goes to the opposite end of the bar and tells the bartender to get you a drink.

-- The bartender hands you another drink. It’s top shelf which catches your eye. A couple men have bought you shots and stuff throughout the night but so far when the bartender pointed to who they all weren’t your type. Or they quickly stopped being your type the moment they opened their mouths.

When you ask who, this time, the bartender cocks his head to the end of the bar. You look over and it’s Sebastian! Your eyes go wide, unsure of what to do. What is he doing here?! Here, where you are looking like a complete faggot and nothing like you do at work. But he’s your friend right, he would’ve found out eventually and he just bought you a drink?

You tamp down the flicker of hope that tries to spark. So you just smile and raise the drink to him raising your eyebrows. It’s friendly coworker shit right? He’s just being nice. Your brain is forced to stop working overtime when he approaches you and starts speaking.

“I could barely recognize you y/n!” He says smiling and friendly, but with a hint of something? And he is blatantly looking you up and down. Tongue between his teeth. Oh. You can’t help lighting up despite being nervous. “Well let’s just say the Ferrari uniform is not my personal style.” You joke. “This definitely suits you much better.” He blatantly flirts, which catches you bit off guard, but you try not to show it, excitement now replacing your nerves. “You think the boss will let me wear a crop top to work?” “Maybe I could ask him nicely.” Sebastian says and then leans closer.

“Having something so pretty in my garage can only bring me good luck right?” “Oh, I don’t think you need luck, Seb.” You laugh because now you are definitely blushing.

“Every driver needs luck.” He says low.

The way he's looking at you. It’s almost too much. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. In the span of a few minutes you’ve basically come out to a coworker turned friend, but also discovered that apparently Sebastian Vettel, Ferrari driver, four time world champion also likes men. And now said Ferrari driver and friend is flirting with you.

You can't wait to see where the night goes.

[mylovelookup]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is dedicated to Mor who’s always such a sweetheart to me by never failing to lend me their eyes when I look at my work. Thank you for being you and for always commenting on everything I make. Your tags and comments literally give me life ! You’re the best and ily! @vamqira

[hairmetal666]

Eddie is 10 when he get his first kiss. A lot of people wouldn't consider it a real first, It's a dry press of chapped lips, chaste and sweet, but it remains the best kiss he's ever had, the one that means the most.

It's the summer before he moves to Hawkins--spending the school break with his Uncle Wayne--before he's known to the town as a loser weirdo freak, and he makes a friend. A boy golden bright as the sun, who steals Eddie's heart at first glance and keeps taking it again and again and again--not by force, but by his pure kindness, by his surprisingly wicked sense of humor, by the joyful way he experiences the world.

They run through the woods of Hawkins, ride bikes until the streetlights glow, swim until they fall asleep on a pool lounger--loose limbed and exhausted, spend their nights in a tent in the wide Harrington backyard. He's not known around town yet, so the parents don't hate him, call him trash, fear for their child's reputation. He's just a boy still, his faded clothes and worn tennis shoes can be blamed on northing more than the consequences of a summer spent outdoors. Though, maybe it's just that Mr. and Mrs. Harrington aren't around enough to notice.

On his last night before he returns home to his parents, they make a fort in Steve's bedroom, find all the blankets and pillows in the house, create a cozy structure just big enough for two. They share all their secrets, their hopes and dreams, and as night becomes morning, Steve whispers, "Eddie...can I kiss you?"

Yes is the only possible answer he can give, and as Steve's mouth touches his, Eddie knows he will never love anyone else, not for as long as he lives, not if they never even see each other again.

He belongs to Steve Harrington, body and soul.

An expanded version of this is live here!

[wehangout]

I guess I do @galladrabbles now? I've always been so impressed by people who have turned theirs into an entire series, so maybe? Anyway, I've always wanted to write the following kind of interactions, so here we go. Thanks to @blue-disco-lights for the prompt of muscle 💜

You refuse to speak first. Everything touching you itches at the sight of him – the orange jumpsuit against your skin, the cool air of the visiting room, the ink on your heart. But you won’t speak first.

Old, protective walls slam back into place oh so naturally.

Especially where he’s concerned.

You won’t speak first.

Your mouth opens with zero regard for your heart.

“Why’re you here?”

A muscle in his jaw clenches, but all he does is shrug. “Got off the bus at the wrong stop.”

Asshole.

You roll your eyes and it’s not even forced. “Fuck you, Gallagher.”

[foxilayde]

Begging, pleading, and on my knees for a Miguel O'Hara fic by you, the best Oscar Isaac fic writer. Even scraps will do.

A heap of scraps for you lovely anon ::

When spiders mate, actual spiders that is, the female often cannibalizes the male after conception. Some female species kill during mating; crushing and suffocating the life out of her conquest. And even less fortunate classifications die before the poor guy gets a chance to copulate, the female literally sucks the life out of him, and uses his lifeless husk for pleasure and procreation.

Miguel has enough spider DNA dividing rapidly in his veins that he thinks he’d let it happen. If that’s how you wanted it. He’d welcome the slow grip of death at your hand, provided he was buried inside you when it happened. And if the final slow squeeze of life was timed perfectly with his release? He can’t even think about it too long without getting painfully hard. Thank fuck he’s at his desk, eyes glazing over on the screens while he fantasizes about you eating his innards and stuffing his chest cavity with your egg sack after— Jesus fuck what the fuck is he drooling over?? What kind of sick demented bastard? He slams his palms down on the desk, earning a gasp from a Peter.

Miguel loads up his injectable and shoots it into his shoulder. There. Thoughts were getting a little too spidery for comfort. The shot does its job and tones down the aggressive senses slightly; the light sensitivity, the super sight, hearing, the insect cravings, and most blessedly; your smell.

It’s been driving him fucking insane since Jessica rescued you from E2116. He doesn’t know what it is, it’s nothing he’s encountered before and it’s not like he could ask anyone. None of the Peters know what he means when he’s tried to hint about his ‘spidery thoughts problem’. He doubts any of them will relate to, “have you ever smelled a Gwen so divine that you wanted her you kill you, eat you, and sew her unhatched babies in your thorax?” That’s not even something his or your anatomy would ALLOW for! What the fuck is a thorax?! It’s not even a legitimate thought, it’s like the odd craving he gets, like the times he’s overdue for an injection and his mouth waters over the iridescence of a fly’s outer layer.

He can still smell you all the way from over here and his fangs sink deeper into the plush of his bottom lip. Why does he keep indulging the thoughts? Giving them the entire showcase of his mind. Perverse and vivid, the fantasies are lurid, bloody, violent, and altogether insecty. He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this. He shouldn’t be trying to whiff you on the wind, extrapolating the hint of your musk into the pulsing image of your warm throbbing center. Ready. So ready for him.

The injectable does not deaden the intensity of the fantasy, but it does allow for more familiar mammalian fantasies which don’t feel as pervasive to him. He’s relieved to entertain the thought of fucking your tits. A blessedly un-spidery diversion. And just as he thinks he’s in the clear, finding a safe lane to segue and exit out of this wild train of spider sex psychopathy, he hears you from across the hall, talking about him.

[chihuahuawashere]

RadioStatic!!!

After pitching the “business deal” to Alastor and him truining it down Vox still want to be professional so he went in to shake Alastors hand.

When Alastor accepted the hand shake he pulled Vox into a hug and traced the word /love you/ on his back with his index finger. Vox pushed him away because he thought he was getting pranked on getting laughed at.

But when he looked into Alastors eyes he saw pain and even tho that deer was smiling it didn’t match his eyes at all. But before he could even say anything Alastor walked out of building.

A month later of not seeing Alastor Vox gained the courage to look over the security cameras in the office he pitch his idea to Alastor in. That camera in the corner had a good angle of Alastors face and Vox was completely surprised to see that Alastor didn’t mess up the camera quality.

Vox continuing, to watch the pitch go down again saw that ever time he mentioned Val Alastor gave a sour look but Vox was to excited to even notice that look and the more he kepted mentioning him the more Alastor looked mad.

At the end the pitch when he said no and Vox got pulled into the hug he saw that Alastor traced something on him. What was that? He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and began copying what Alastor wrote on him back when it done he realized what it said /love you/ HOLY SHIT!

Alastor loved him! He loves him to! But as he continued watching the security footage, he was just how heartbroken his deer was when he walked away from him and out the room.

He paused the video because right after Alastor left he broke down crying and he doesn’t want to see that again.

But he kepted wondering, and thinking “if Alastor loves me then why did he turn down my offer?” As he kepted replaying the footage over and over and over and over again he realized that if Valentino wasn’t mentioned at all throughout the how meeting then maybe Alastor would have agreed!

If he didn’t have Valentino then he would still have his deer! Why does he need that moth again? For money? Alastor have a million dollar smile! What good is that moth again? He doesn’t want him anymore he wants his deer! He knows exactly who’s at fault with taking his beautiful singing deer from him and

Ohhhhhhhhhhh he needs his revenge 

[princeoftheeternalbog]

Presenting the Switch!Usopp agenda🤲 except mostly he's subbing here but if you guys want part two then ask

First post with uhm uh DON'T LOOK AT ME OKAY you know what, thats what you're here for pookie

MDNI or i swear to god i will turn your bones into jelly.

Seriously tho it's got some erm explicit acts under the cut do not open if you don't wanna read that.

Usopp is trembling underneath you.

You'd been at this for about half an hour now, bringing him close to the edge and then pulling your touch away. His biceps are straining where he tries to pull against the restraints you'd slipped on him when you first started making out, the cool toned rope contrasting beautifully with his warm, tanned skin. His hair is half falling out of it's usual ponytail, curls springing out to frame his face.

"Come on- just let me finish-"

His voice is wrecked and cuts off into a higher pitched whine as you give a particularly mean twist of your hand. He's attempting to glare at you but his watery eyes completely undermine the intent, making him look more like he's begging than anything else. You just giggle, shifting back to sit more firmly on his thighs so he'll stop bucking up so much.

"You were saying?"

"Oh fu-u-ck you- hngg" Your thumb slides over the head of his cock.

"That's not a very nice thing to say"

His head snaps up from the pillow, voice coming out sharp,

"Y- you want to talk about nice??"

He looks so pissed off, it's actually really hot, you don't really get to see him being serious like this. He starts to tug harder, now trying to gain some sort of anchor with his legs, thrashing slightly underneath you.

His suddenly renewed straining actually causes the headboard to creak and you decide that now is probably the best time to disarm him.

And on that note you lean down and take the first few inches of his cock into your mouth, keeping your hand at the base. Usopp shouts, bucking his hips hard, pushing himself deeper and he very nearly smashes your nose into his pelvis. You simply readjust, moving to lie between his legs and bringing your arms up to wrap around his hips and lock them in place. You start to suck harder, moving your head slightly but he doesn't really need much considering how long he's been on the edge.

"Oh my god- Oh my god-"

His chest is heaving now, breath coming fast and his voice is wrecked. You hum around his cock, to acknowledge him but also just to wind him up more before pulling off for a second, one of your hands leaving his hip to wrap around his cock.

"I thought you were my god hm?"

As you say it, you give him one long stroke and he throws his head back, groaning as he cums. He's straining against your grip as his back arches and you can feel him throbbing under your fingers as his release soaks your hand. His voice is garbled and he's blabbering nonsense but you can vaguely make out some phrases like- "Thank you" "lve you" "so good".

He relaxes, practically melting into the sheets. His eyes are closed but you know he's not sleeping because he's still murmuring something. You wiggle your way up his body, coming up to his face to kiss him and to hear what he's trying to say. It's as you lean in, chest touching his that he finally raises his voice a little

"need t' return the favour"

Your face twists in confusion and you go to speak but there's a loud snapping sound and then your vision does spins as he flips you onto your back. The sudden shift has left you disorientated and he uses the opportunity to snatch your wrists and bring them together.

He holds them with one hand while he uses his teeth to loosen the remnants of the ties on his other hand, he's efficient, barely loosening them before slipping his hand out. He lets the rope drop to the bed, switching hands so he can take care of the other one while you just blink up at him in shock.

When he finally finishes his task he leans down for a kiss, using his tongue to coax you into opening your mouth. You're so distracted by the deep, thorough kiss that you don't notice him pulling the exact same trick that you did. Well almost the same, difference being that your hands are only tied to other each other.

"Sorry lovely, I broke the headboard before, but I'll fix it later okay?"

Each word is punctuated with a kiss and he's rambling a lot but his tone is smooth and confident, nothing like his usual way of speaking.

Maybe you should've thought about the consequences beforehand...

Oh well.

[cookieswithay]

"🕸No...no way🕷."

Thee Miles Morales x female reader😜

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⚠️Warnings: Kinda angsty, spelling mistakes, slight cursing and the biggest part of all...

⚠️SPOILERS!!!⚠️

(Well not exactly, but you'll know what I mean when you watch the movie.)

Don't read this, if you haven't watched it, Okay!🤠

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• Y'know, most people would go see parents when they're upset. But Miles, he needed to see YOU. Even though his pops life was soon gonna be at stake, he still needed to cool down. Get his head screwed back on straight. Yes, yes, this was selfish. And reckless. But if anyone could heal a black heart, it was his girlfriend.

• About 5.2 seconds later, he crash landed on your balcony. Normally, that would've hurt, but the adrenaline was still coursing through him. He took a shaky breath, and knocked on your window.

• Please be home.

• Miles chanted in his head. The curtains were drawn. Were you asleep? Godammit. He shouldn't of came here anyway. Knowing that Miguel guy (and everyone else he thought CARED about him) he was probably followed. You did NOT need a bounty on your head just from association. He was ready to hightail it, when he heard the curtains spread.

• "Miles?"

• You barely got the word out before you were tugged into a tight embrace. By...spiderwebs?

• "Um...sweetie pie?"

• You squeaked. What was wrong with him? Silently, he picked you up, and slipped through the window. (Still hugging you, btw) He put you down and sighed.

• "Sorry, Y/N. I...I just been through some stuff."

• "Stuff?"

• You asked, with a raised eyebrow. Sure, he's been scarce for a few days. But the crime was still low.

• "Remember when I said I had to figure out what Gwen was hiding?"

• You nodded slowly.

• "Well, uh...this is gonna be long. Um, listen, turns out I'm part of a long line Spidermen. But every gen, a police captain dies. And just recently, Dad got promoted and-"

• "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Pump the breaks for a sec, handsome."

• Was he talking too fast? Or was this still a information dump? You gave him a bewildered look.

• "You're saying your pops is getting promoted?"

• The chocolate hero nodded. You were at that party. Did you forget the deets already? (Although he wouldn't be surprised, you guys were kissing A TON that day)

• "Honey pie..."

• You said with a confused and now concerned look.

• "You're dad passed last year... remember?"

• Miles blood ran cold. Died last ye- What were you talking about!? He was alive! And he was gonna stay that way! Noticing your boyfriend's panicked expression, you gave him a hug.

• "Aww, Is this why you needed to see me?"

• "You'll be okay."

• Sadly your attempt to comfort him was in vain, his heart was still racing. He was home...right?

• "Go on, hug me back."

• You said into his chest. His arms naturally raised up, but he forced them to stop when he took a look a you. You...you looked really different. Instead of one of the many sweaters he lent you, you had one a tattered jersey with the sleeves torn off. Along with dragon tattoos littered on your arms. Even your iconic hairstyle was different!

• "Y/N..."

• "Hold that thought, let's get outta the dark."

• You said. You let him go and headed to the light switch. Miles watched as you did so, although it was kinda hard. His head was spinning like crazy. What was happening...?

• "Okay."

• You said. You turned on your heels.

• "Back to the kiss and make it bet-"

• You paused. You gave him a shocked look over. What was this new style? You chuckled as you crossed your arms.

• "Jeez, you dip for a few days, and become a whole new person."

• You flicked the lights back off.

• "But...I kinda like it."

• "It's not every day, I see your hair down..."

• Miles tensed as you walked up on him. This wasn't you...well not the one he's dating. You leaned on him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

• "It's nice,"

• You snickered.

• "Kinda gives a Huey Freeman vibe."

• Well, at least you were still clever. BUT, he didn't have time for this! He had to get his family! And protect Brooklyn from that spot weirdo in general! So much to do and so little time. He pulled your arms off.

• "Y/N, listen. I gotta-"

• His words fell when his Spider sense suddenly kicked in. He yanked you towards him, and hopped to the right. Just in the nick of time too. The door blasted in.

• "Y/N!"

• Miles ear rang. That voice...sounded oddly familiar. TOO familiar.

• "Miles!?"

• You shouted. Miles!? Like Miles Morales? The dark figure turned.

• "Y/N!? Oh my god, I'm so glad you're okay-!"

• YOUR boyfriend stopped in his happy tracks A awkward silence filled the room. Miles was now face to face...with HIMSELF. Well, a more tormented kinda intimidating version of himself. Where the hell is he!? Both of the males faces slowly went from shock, to deep frowns. YOU, on the other, was STILL shocked. Who the hell was holding you right now!?

• "Miles or...Miles-es?"

• "Who..."

• They both started, slowly yet angrily.

• "In the matrix hell..."

• "ARE YOU!?"

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HAHA! Bet no one saw THAT ending coming. Except the peeps who watched the movie too. Anywho, gotta finish a ROTTMNT ask. As always, Stay cool!😎

[fem-the-artist]

Part 2/2

[vixstarria]

Kinktober Day 22 - Hate Sex

For every day of the month of October I will be posting a little snippet following prompts listed in this post. Most of these will not be full fics, but rather short snippets, set-ups, and, in a few cases, copied bits and pieces of fics I have already published. But, if there is a lot of interest and feedback on any of the snippets, they might just evolve into full fics, so keep that in mind.

Disclaimer / TW: Some light choking

Shadowheart awoke to find a blade pressed against her neck, and a figure crouching over her, pinning her to her bedroll.

“You dove so deep into the wine it’s drowned your vigilance,” Lae’zel whispered from her position atop the cleric’s hips. “Careless.”

Shadowheart’s mind raced. There was nothing she could use as a weapon within reach. No spell would be faster than a swipe of the blade against her jugular. And there would be no interference from anyone else: the camp was silent save for Karlach’s snoring.

“You almost had me the other night, you know,” the gith continued. “Immobilised. Knife at my throat. Almost… I would be impressed, but ‘almost’ doesn’t count.”

“I should have killed you,” Shadowheart grated.

“One lesson a young githyanki learns is that they ought not draw a blade unless they intend to use it,” Lae’zel said, ignoring the cleric's outburst. “I intend to make use of mine.”

A small smirk appeared on Lae’zel’s face. Shadowheart stiffened as a hand with an iron grip replaced the dagger that had been held at her neck - cautionary in its firmness, but not tight enough to completely cut off air supply.

Why was Lae’zel wearing nought but her underharness..? That thought flashed in Shadowheart’s mind just as the gith deftly sliced through her shift and underwear and cast the remaining scraps aside. The dagger, which had, admittedly, now been used, was also discarded.

“It is considered good manners to thank one’s instructors at the conclusion of a lesson.”

Lae’zel continued to hover above her, waiting. Shadowheart’s heart pounded, the adrenaline rush which had taken over her body desperately seeking some form of release.

“Is it concluded already?” she asked, swallowing hard. “The lesson.”

Lae’zel’s smirk only broadened.

“It doesn’t have to be.”

My Kinktober masterlist and prompts post

[rohalussworld]

PokeTober (Pokemon x DrawTober) day 23

There's a path-marker made with a brittle board and water-solluble marker. The destination is unreadable; not just because the little skiddo can't read. Here's the problem: Her trainer fell sliding from quite a height and she's now alone... she can't ask her trainer where the path leads! What will the little skiddo do?

(Will this be a series? Probably. Idk. Depends. Idk how things work here)

[hollyhoneybear]

【 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 】 - reversed fates

What if the roles were reversed? Instead of Athy being reincarnated, what if it was Jennette? ... a hypothetical au I've been musing about

Let's imagine: some girl from, I'm gonna say Belgium (just something other than Korea) read Lovely Princess, but died in some tragic accident.

I wouldn't say.. she liked the book. She recognized it was very childish, and most of the characters were quite shallow. She didn't understand how certain characters, like Claude, were paraded as Paragons in the book, when they were clearly bad people.

She didn't have much of an opinion on Jennette; just that everything catered to her. Now.. a character she really genuinely liked, was Athanasia.

Despite being a threat to her position, Athanasia taught Jennette the ways of the Palace, and never tried to harm her, even as her dream of Claude loving her slipped away into Jennette's hands.

So this (for now nameless) girl was shocked and appauled when Athanasia was accused of poisoning Jennette. She couldn't be more angry! The one character who seemed to have some sense of morals (aside from Jennette, generally) was mercilessly killed off in the most gruesome way imagineable.

It's not very clear in the Manhwa what state Jennette was in when she was poisoned (the Manhwa and Novel are DIFFERENT, people). But in my interpretation, Jennette was unconcious dealng with.. y'know, being poisoned. It was too late by the time she woke up.

Our protagonist rage-quits the novel after that, having no desire to read the "happy ending" everyone gets despite her favorite character's demise.

She's ready to move on with her life and forget that awful book, but.. looses her life soon after.

...

Now is the start to my ideas for after she reincarnates. Yay!

...

After reincarnating, it doesn't take her long to realize the perdiciment she's in.

She'd become Jennette, the Female Lead of "Lovely Princess"! Unlike most heroines in her position, her fate seemed to be pretty good. Seemed.

You see, she never finished the novel. She had no idea what happened after Athanasia was executed. It's an assumption to say that Jennette, Claude, Ijekiel and the Duke had happy endings.

Despite that, she knew there wasn't any kind of impending doom awaiting her. So for a while, she was pretty chill.

By the time she was a few months old, the reality of this world had been weighing on her. This was her new life; it wasn't a book, the people in it were real. Athanasia was real.

For a while, she wasn't exactly sure what to do. Should she just.. not get introduced to Claude? But defying the Duke wouldn't exactly be easy. And even if she never gets introduced, it's not like Claude would just start loving Athy anyway; he never did, so why would he start out of nowhere?

There wasn't much she could do yet as an infant, anyway

...

After she turned 4, she realized Jennette's "Happy Life" wasn't as glorified as it was in the novel.

Ijekiel was nice enough, for the time. But the Duke was another story. He wasn't outwardly cruel like Claude, but it became apparent to Jennette that the Duke in the novel didn't have Jennette as his ward because he "just wanted her to be happy".

Jennette was being used by the Duke to get to the throne. That much, she understood early on.

It made sense to her then. He must have conspired with Jennette's aunt to place her on the throne. I mean, why else would Rosalia frame Athanasia? For kicks and giggles?

..That made our current Jennette very angry. In the novel, Jennette didn't even care about the throne, yet she was used by everyone around her for power.

Both Athanasia and Jennette were failed by the adults around them. It wasn't fair that just because she existed, Athanasia was going to die..

That's when she decided. With the OP powers and plot armor as the Female Lead, she was going to make Athanasia's dreams come true, and give everyone a happy ending!

She knew that she couldn't avoid being used by the Duke, being introduced to Claude in some way. So she decided it would be on her own terms.

If Claude loved Jennette in the novel, he could love Athanasia. Right? In this world where everything exists to make the Protagonist happy, if her one wish is for she, Athanasia and Claude to be a happy family, surely it would have to happen..

..Right?

[phantomwritr]

The Road Trip (1/?)

Based on: “I would like to see Lewis on a road trip with Max” ~ George Russell, Singapore 2023

Setting: Post-Spa Francorchamps 2023.

—

“No, absolutely not.”

-“But it would be good for the socials. The fans will love it.”

“Still. I refuse.”

-“Help me out here,” the PR strategist said as he looked to his left.

“Max, you have to admit, it would help your image. The fans like him, so show the world you can get along…”

“Oh, so you’re saying there’s a problem with my image.”

-“Well,” the PR strategist said, bracing himself for Max’ fury as he continued, “to many Formula One fans, you might appear…a bit… cold?”

“And going on this road trip with Lewis fucking Hamilton would fix that?”

-“Yes, the fans…they overwhelmingly see him as the most approachable and kind driver on the grid. You do this, and they’ll appreciate you. It’s good promo.”

Max rubbed his temples and sighed.

“Fine. I’ll go. When do we leave?”

The PR strategist smiled and turned to his left, where Christian grimaced. “Right after you convince him to go with you.”

Max’ face turned beet red as he cast a scathing look across the table, before storming out of the room, heading straight for the Mercedes motorhome.

To be continued…

[paintingaportraitofpain]

Close your eyes

cw: female whump, hypnosis, drugging, manipulation, capture, mentioned pet whump

"You're not special, you know." Carol glared over at the superpowered human standing by her bed, her arms flinching against the restraints as she narrowed her eyes. "I'll believe that when I'm out of here." Sajum tilted her head, not a hair out of place, quite the opposite to the disheveled girl forced to lay down in front of her. "So many villains have tried to stay awake. So many villains, so little sleep... they always surrender eventually. I'm not going to hurt you, you know." Carol glared back, avoiding their eyes. "You are. I've seen the people you've... defeated."

"They're happy."

"They're not."

"You could be happy."

"Not as long as you're keeping me here." Carol's fingers clenched in her shackles. "Not as long as you're trying to make me feel happy. You know that those smiles aren't real?" Sajum smiled down at her poor little friend, reaching over to run a hand through her hair. "They're real, I make sure of that. Real and sweet and passive. Like a dog's." Carol jolted, and her eyes met Sajum's.

They were so big. And green. And soft. How could someone so monstrous have eyes so soft?

Sajum stared back, her gaze softening as she pressed a needle into Carol's neck.

"I can't wait to see one on yours."