#a few times he tried to follow me into the shower and started freaking out when i wouldn't get out lol

[krash-8]

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[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Burn Out

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: you try to juggle hunting with school, but one day you just can’t do it anymore.

“Hey kid, we need you in the war room.”

The knock on your door followed by Sam’s voice had your head shooting up from its position on your notebook.

“What?” You mumbled under your breath, before you got your bearings. “Oh no…”

You looked down at the notebook in front of you—under the drool, there was a half-finished history report. It was due tomorrow, and you hadn’t been able to get started on it until an hour ago, because you and your brothers had been on a hunt. How could you have fallen asleep on it? You had to get this done!

“Y/N?” Sam knocked again. “Can you hear me?”

“I—yeah!” You closed your notebook—hunting was more important; people’s lives were more important. You could finish the report later. “I’m coming.”

…

“I think we should call it a night,” Dean said. You stole a glance at your watch as you put down the lore book that you weren’t even halfway through—it was almost 2 a.m.

“Good idea,” Sam agreed, slamming his own book shut and heading for his room.

“Go and get some sleep,” Dean told you, reaching over your shoulder and closing your book for you. “We can finish this tomorrow.”

You weren’t sure how that was possible, since tomorrow was a school day, but you didn’t argue with Dean. You stumbled back to your bedroom, heading not for your bed, but for your report.

…

You never did make it to your bed. You were pretty sure that you dozed a few times—or at least blinked really long—but you still ended up finishing your report in time.

As soon as it was done, you got yourself ready for school, taking a quick shower and hoping it was enough to make you look refreshed.

Your next stop was the kitchen; you were hoping you had enough time for some breakfast before Dean took you to school. Only, Dean wasn’t in the kitchen like he normally was. Curious, you checked the library, the war room, the shooting gallery, and finally the garage—not only were Sam and Dean not there, but neither was the Impala.

There were only a few options; a last-second hunt (except they would’ve told you they were going), the local library for more books (which hadn’t been necessary lately with all of the books in the bunker library), the grocery store (except the kitchen was fairly well stocked), or a diner for an excuse to get out of the bunker. You figured the last option was most likely—none of the others made sense, and the guys had to be stir-crazy after all the research. They must have wanted to let you sleep in, which meant they must also have forgotten you had school.

“It’s ok,” you mumbled to yourself. “I can still make it.” You’d have to skip breakfast, but if you ran you might still make it to class on time even without the Impala.

It was going to be a long day.

…

You didn’t make it in time, but you were fast enough to just get a tardy instead of an absence.

“Glad you could join us,” the teacher greeted as he gestured towards a seat—in the front.

You didn’t respond as you collapsed into the seat, reaching into your backpack to pull out your report when your phone buzzed.

Dean: Where r u?

So he had forgotten about school. He was probably too sleep-deprived to remember what day it was; you could relate to that. You were just typing out a response when you noticed a shadow over your desk.

“I’ll take your report,” your teacher stated, holding his hand out. “And your phone.”

“But I was just—“

“Your phone, please.”

You handed your phone and your report over without another word, hoping Dean would remember where you were on his own—the last thing you wanted was to freak him out.

“Now, if we’re done with distractions, we need to get started.”

…

You tried to get your phone back at the end of class, but your teacher assured you that—

“You’ll get it at the end of the day. Just stop by the office before you go home.”

—which was bad enough, but when he followed it up with—

“Oh, and I think you should take this back.” He held out your report.

“Wha—why?” You asked, your heart sinking.

“It was supposed to be three pages, not two. If you get it back to me tomorrow with three pages, I won’t have to dock as many points. I think it’s your best option.”

“Um—ok.” You took the report, hoping that you’d actually get the chance to get that third page by tomorrow.

“Just a page more,” your teacher said. “Maybe expound a little more on the individual paragraphs and you’ll be good. And try not to stay up too late doing it,” he added. “I’m guessing things have been pretty busy with you lately—you never used to forget stuff like this. Are you—“

“I’m fine,” you assured him. “I just…I have to get to class.”

You turned on your heel, and your teacher didn’t try to stop you. You knew he was just concerned about you, but in your life you couldn’t afford to have people be curious about you. It never turned out well.

And you just couldn’t take anything else going wrong.

…

You’d forgotten to bring your lunch or any money to buy some from the cafeteria, so you hid out in the bathroom for most of your lunch hour. You got told off by three separate teachers for dozing in class, and there was a pop quiz in the last period over reading that you hadn’t had time to do.

When the final bell rang, you couldn’t get out of your seat fast enough. You made a beeline for the office, hoping that your phone hadn’t been blown up with messages—hoping that Dean wasn’t freaking out.

You didn’t get a chance to find out; you’d forgotten to charge your phone last night, so by the time you picked it up from the secretary, it was dead.

“It’s fine it’s fine it’s fine,” you muttered to yourself over and over on the walk home. You would get home, your brothers would be fine, you’d take a little nap…

You opened the door to the bunker, but you didn’t make it halfway down the stairs before.

“Sam! She’s here!”

Dean caught you at the bottom of the stairs, his hands going to your shoulders, which he gripped tightly.

“What is wrong with you?! Where were you? Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

“Dean, I—“

Dean wasn’t listening.

“You can’t just disappear like that! Sam and I have been going insane! Of all the stupid, irresponsible things to do—“ Dean cut himself off, waving an angry hand in front of his face as if waving off the rant. He didn’t even notice the way your face was scrunching up, or the tears that were beginning to track down your cheeks. “You know what, forget about that. Forget about how you scared the crap out of us, and people are dying out there because we had to stop researching the hunt to look for you. Forget about how you made us think you coulda been dead. Where. Were. You?!” Dean’s grip was back on your shoulders, and he was shaking you. His face was tight with rage, his form towering over your own.

“I-I—“ your voice squeaked and broke, but Dean was still stiff with rage and waiting for your answer, so you tried again. Your voice was as tiny as you felt right now as you finally managed to choke out. “I was at school.” You didn’t notice the way Dean’s face changed—the anger melting from it as realization hit him like a train—because your eyes were too full of tears. “They—I—“ you wanted to tell him they took your phone, you wanted to tell him that you tried to find him before you left, you wanted to tell him you were doing your best…but you couldn’t. You couldn’t find it in you to give any excuses that could make him yell at you like that again. “I’m sorry, I…I’ll go help Sam with research.”

You ran past Dean, heading for the library.

“Dang it,” Dean mumbled under his breath, smacking the wall with his fist as he huffed. “So stupid, I’m so stupid!” He took a long moment to breathe, not wanting to look angry when he saw you again.

He had enough of a mess to fix already.

…

No one was in the library when you got there, so you went right to pulling books off the shelves.

After the first few books, you spotted one on a higher shelf. You were just reaching for it when you heard—

“Y/N!”

You turned around to see Sam heading right for you. You were already stumbling out an apology before he even reached you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—I thought you—“ you were blubbering, having not stopped crying since your encounter with Dean. Sam noticed immediately and his approach slowed as his hands rose innocently.

“Whoa, hey, it’s ok, you’re ok.” Sam continued to step forwards, but that just made you feel cornered against the bookshelf, and you started to panic as you couldn’t make yourself stop crying.

“I’m sorry Sammy, I was at school, I’m gonna help you now, I’m sorry I’m sorry—“

You didn’t notice the books slipping from your hands until they clattered to the floor. Your hands were starting to shake, and your knees were shaking so hard that you had to slowly lower yourself in a crouching position on the floor before you fell. You tucked your head into your knees, finally letting out all the stress of the past weeks as you sobbed.

“Hey hey hey…” Sam knelt down next to you and grabbed onto your shoulders. “It’s ok, just take some deep breaths. You’re ok.”

You could hardly breathe between sobs, but you tried your best to listen to your big brother’s instructions.

“Kid?” Your head lifted just a little when you heard Dean’s voice. He joined Sam next to you. “Slow down, sweetheart. Breathe.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you whimpered, taking deep breaths between words. “They took my phone and I didn’t know what—“

“It’s ok, don’t explain,” Dean insisted. “Just keep taking deep breaths for me, ok?”

“Ok.” You sniffled, grabbing on to Dean’s offered hand and breathing slowly until your sobs subsided.

“Good, good.” Dean sat back on his heels, running a hand over his face. “I should’ve slowed it down, I should’ve known we were burning you out.”

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled. “I thought maybe you would figure it out—I can help you now—“

“No, no” Sam interrupted. “This isn’t your fault, don’t apologize. And the research can wait—I think you should get some sleep.”

“And food,” Dean added. “Did you eat today?”

You rubbed your sleeve over your face, trying to stop your tears.

“You don’t have to baby me,” you said finally. “I-I can still help you guys.”

“Not today,” Sam countered. “And maybe not for a little while. We’ve been burning you out too much.”

“Look,” Dean added before you could argue. “Sometimes we can forget that you’re still just a kid, and you still have kid stuff to worry about—like school. That’s on us, not you. This isn’t your fault; we need to do better. And that starts with making sure you take care of yourself. So go get some food, and get some sleep. Everything else can wait, ok?”

You hesitated. “Ok.” You let your brothers help you to your feet, and then you couldn’t help yourself—you pulled Dean in for a hug, burying your head in his jacket. You felt his body shake a little as he chuckled.

“You’re ok kid,” he said, rubbing your back. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

“It’s ok,” you said, your voice muffled against his shirt.

“Ok.” Dean was smiling as you pulled away. “Now get going.”

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[getouyuri]

ooh any hcs on how jjk characters would propose? or hell, even the wedding? feel like gojo would either give you the sweetest, most heartfelt proposal ever or the most goofy ass, public one that’ll embarrass you for life.  

and p.s. any fanfic recs? ^-^

oooh this is so cute 😭😭 ok I focused mostly on proposals but I added tiny bits about weddings and honeymoons too ^_^ tried my best to make all of these uniqueeee and I yapped a lot LMAO

and hmmm fic recs fic recs… I’ll make that a separate post for fic recs soon cos I have looots :3 expect that next week or so

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, shoko ieiri, yuki tsukumo

satoru gojo:

• okay this is mostly a joke but he’s absolutely the type to take you out to a nice, expensive dinner, and when they walk outside, satoru remarks on the sky. obviously you look up— and nearly shit yourself when you see that every single billboard in the city has ‘will you marry me?’ splashed on it

• that aside… I feel like there’s many options for him but I’m really set on 2 proposal ideas for him

• the first being, again, a super nice dinner. the two of you spend the whole day out together doing everything and anything, then you end the night with dinner at one of the most high class restaurants in japan. satoru reserves the entire top floor so that it’s just the two of you dining together

• he either drops the ring into your glass (and laughs when you almost choke on it) or has the waiter set the ring up alongside the dessert that the two of you order

• not saying this would be the exact dessert cos this is just an example but satoru’d either place the ring in the middle of the chocolate heart or on one of the petals so that it takes you a minute to realize that there’s a fatass ring in front of you

• satoru peppers in a few humorous comments in his speech but it’s extremelyyyy sweet. and to top it all off, fireworks go off outside. since you’re at the highest point of the restaurant you’re practically eye level with them. satoru just dreamily stares at you the entire time

• the second option is that satoru sends you on some sort of scavenger hunt where his students past and present can be included in the proposal

• you go to each location (where they first met, had their first date, etc.) and at each place one of his students is there to walk with you and give you the hint for the next location

• megumi’s with you for the last one and he guides you to where satoru is waiting with flowers or some sort of display. all the rest of his students arrive for this and, if asked, nobara will vehemently deny that she cried when you jumped into satoru’s arms and said yes

• practically everyone and their mother comes to their super flashy wedding. satoru sends a very cheeky message to the higher-ups and gojo clan elders saying that he’ll be gone for 2-3 weeks having freak nasty sex on every surface of the resort bedroom that they’ll be staying in for their honeymoon

other characters under the cut!!

suguru geto:

• imo there’s also 2 options for suguru

• option 1 is on vacation. the day he picks is about halfway through a trip that you’re already on. he considered doing it the day they arrived but ultimately decided that it’d be best to do it a few days in

• it starts with suguru waking you up with breakfast (that he made himself) in bed. I’m thinking they rent a beach house or some other vacation home instead of a staying at a hotel/resort. it’s much more personal, intimate, and private

• they’ve been following a semi strict itinerary for the trip but today is the one day that there’s no destination that’s set in stone. suguru lets you choose what they do for the day and he’s more than happy to be dragged along to wherever you wanna go. he focuses on catering to you and showering you in affection

• seeing you in your element, having fun without a care in the world, and giving him that pretty smile of yours is suguru’s personal fuel. you’re his person inside and out and he loves every bit of you. this day just further proves that he really and truly wants to spend the rest of his life with you

• the two of you head back to wherever you’re staying for the vacation with plans to watch the sunset. suguru slyly lingers behind after they dress down a bit and you go running out so that he can set up flower petals, glasses of champagne, etc. in their room

• heads out to join you and they chat as they watch the sun fall beneath the horizon. that’s when suguru proposes to you with the most achingly heartfelt speech evaaaa (and i know he has the BEST proposal form my gawd). they go back inside— you’re delighted and surprised by his romantic setup— and spend the rest of the evening together

• option 2 has nanako and mimiko involved, cultleader!suguru or otherwise. whichever timeline or au you wish. there’s 1739182 ways suguru could include them when it comes to the proposal and I can’t decide on one LMAO

• regardless of which option, the wedding is a very private affair with all their family and loved ones. probably a beach wedding (okinawa) honestly. their honeymoon is somewhere overseas

toji fushiguro:

• he proposes with a fake scratch off like this IM KIDDINGGGGGGG

• back to being serious. toji’s a real private person so there’s no fawking way it’ll be some public thing or gigantic grand gesture

• he wants it to be intimate and personal. although some people could consider this ‘unromantic’ or ‘not grand’ enough, he’s defo the type to do a home proposal

• which #i think is very sweet and cute

• toji lets you have reign of the first half of the day; not out of laziness, but because like suguru, he wants to do what YOU want to do. stay at home? cool, he’s down to relax with you. go out somewhere? can do, he’s already putting his shoes on. but the second half of the day is all orchestrated by him

• I’ve said this before but toji is definitely a good cook but hates the process, loves the result, and hates the cleanup. howeverrrr he sucks it up for you and does it all. toji cooks while you sit at the counter. he’ll refuse your help entirely— however, if you really insist, he’ll allow it cos cooking side by side with you is fun and they work well together

• just to switch things up a little and make things special, toji sets up a picnic blanket in their backyard with candles and whatnot. the two of you lounge around on it and feed each other and godddd toji cannot stop staring at you. you’ve always been gorgeous but you’re radiantttt with the light of the stars and the candles in your eyes

• toji proposes before they go back inside. and my god do you enjoy seeing this burly, typically aloof man down on his knee before you and looking up at you with pure adoration. and if he tears up and you see it, he’ll just call you a liar

• wedding would be super casual with not too many guests. howeverrrrr I think toji would go all out on the honeymoon. he’s been saving up for this shit for months and picks somewhere super super nice

choso kamo:

• easily the most heartfelt, tearjerking proposal out of all of them imo. sniffles. and once again I got two options… 😭😭

• I’ll start with the shortest one first. saw this on tiktok likeee a week ago AND WHY DID IT DESTROYMEEEEE this is sooo choso. neither of you know how to ice skate so, months in advance, he starts taking you to a public rink to practice

• they make tons of memories in the process and get super funny/cute pictures and videos of them failing and whatnot. learning something side by side with you is so fun— especially when it’s all for his proposal that you’re obviously unaware of. and the fact that choso puts all this time, dedication, and thought into this is just ughhtkejendms 😭😭

• eventually when it’s Time, choso takes you to a super nice open-air rink. just like in the tiktok, he gets the staff to clear out the ice so that it’s just the two of you. he proposes to you in the middle of the rink and definitely openly cries while giving his speech

• longer ish one and my favorite though is thisss. you, choso, and even yuuji go to your family’s home for a week, whether that’s in japan or overseas. you’re under the impression that it’s a family reunion but little do you know this is all part of choso’s plan

• on one of the days, choso takes you out somewhere close to the house. specifically to that one childhood haunt of yours where you made so many core memories. you recount stories sometimes and it stuck in choso’s memory

• yuuji helps him set up some sort of display. candles, flowers, maybe some gifts— it all covers the area. and your gathered family are all there as well in the background. family is extremely important to both you and choso, and though he ‘technically’ may only have yuuji left, your family is his family too. and all of your relatives have made him feel more than welcome over the years

• again he bawls his eyes out when proposing to you. super adoring speech. yuuji and your family take loads of pictures

• the wedding would be fucking hugeeebrhtkwje both in terms of guests and decorations. choso goes ALLLLL out. and their honeymoon is somewhere where they can explore a lot and be in nature methinks

shoko ieiri:

• with the other characters, you could kind of get a sense that something important was about to go down that day. howeverrrr shoko really throws you for a loop. most of the day is normal; it’s a weekend so they wake up together, lounge around in bed, go get brunch at one of their favorite places, etc etc

• shoko feigns forgetting something at jujutsu high the previous day so the two of you head over there. she leads you to her old dorm room which really, over time, essentially became their dorm. when they were students they were attached at the hip, always hanging out, studying together, and having sleepovers here

• though the dorm room is empty and cleared out, both of you can vividly visualize certain memories. this is the same room they got to know each other more in, laughed themselves sick, shared their first kiss, and more. even though some of the memories are bittersweet cos of what occurred during their student days, they still mean a lot

• while you’re reminiscing shoko fishes a letter out of the otherwise empty bedside drawer and hands it to you. its a letter to you that she’s been composing for weeks now where she essentially details how much you mean to her, all the things they’ve gone through together, and how much she adores you head to toe. she’s always been better at writing these sorts of things instead of speaking them aloud

• once you finish reading it— she wipes your wet eyes and affectionately calls you a softie, her dark brown eyes brimming with warmth— she guides you to one of their old haunts somewhere outside on the campus. you find gojo, nanami, utahime, and ijichi waiting with a few paper lanterns

• you and shoko release some for good fortune, joy, unity etc. and that’s when she proposes. gojo and utahime end up crying their eyes out

• their wedding is lowkey, just family and friends. they have a fall/winter wedding and their honeymoon is spent somewhere with lots of snow… something about that screams shoko idk why. they stay in a cozy lodge

yuki tsukumo:

• for the others I had to think of how they’d propose for a bit but I decided on yuki’s 1. Immediately and 2. With absolutely zero hesitation

• obviously the two of you travel a lot and explore the world. at this point it’s like where have the two of you Not gone. and of course this means you and yuki are very active people

• yuki takes you out for the day. they explore, maybe check out a festival or two, go shopping… they go wherever their feet and her harley lead them. the day is super exciting and fun, and yuki buys you absolutely everything that you want

• towards sunset the two of you go hiking somewhere. yuki’s extra ramped up, excitedly telling you to hurryhurryhurry. you’re more out of breath from giggling at her than due to the exertion of the hike

• they reach a very nice viewpoint where they can watch the sunset and that’s when you see it. yuki roped choso, shoko, and gojo into setting up something like this setup from love island ⬇️

• hanging from the tree are fairy lights, countless photos that you and yuki have taken on their travels over the years, sweet notes from yuki herself along with many from their family and friends… SO FAWKING MEANINGFULLLLL

• she proposes beneath the tree. the two of you love each other to death and have done practically everything together, and there’s no one else that yuki would rather spend her life with. you’re her travel partner and life partner. you’re it for her

• large wedding with lavish decorations and tons of guests. yuki definitely throws some wedding games/activities into the mix. their honeymoon is somewhere tropical 🙂‍↕️

[sunrisecaminus]

tfp megs x femme cybertronian reader, that he kidnapped, who’s Optimus’s conjux but needs their heat cycle taken care of?…pls and ty!💗💗

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Megatron x Reader NSFW

Summary - Kidnapped Cybertronian, who is Optimus' Conjunx, goes into heat and the Warlord has to treat her.

Warnings - NSFW, technical cheating (Optimus doesn't mind)

This was not the ideal predicament you wanted to be in. First, before you got kidnapped you planned on the calendar that you would have your heat cycle in about a week if it was on time. Nothing was a fret as Optimus has been doing all his work and would have a lot of time for you and him to have alone time for a few days, but that all changed when Soundwave kidnapped you. It was a perfect successful plan on soundwave's part, being able to kidnap the conjunx of Prime and let Megatron torture her to get Optimus to do anything. This was what Megatron was waiting for, but what he didn't know was that Optimus wasn't caring about your safety, it was the Decepticons safety he was worried about. He has sensed heat cycles before and goodness was it unbearable to handle. Yes, he knew Megatron was going to try to hurt you, but honestly with your heat coming in a few days, that might not happen. He tried to communicate with Megatron, which megs was surprised at first what Optimus was telling him. He thought this was going to be another "Oh, don't hurt the love of my life. Please! I'll do anything!" Instead he got a "Megatron, please, for your own sake bring back y/n. She will ruin your entire ship in minutes."

Honestly he thought it was a joke, but Optimus at this point can see that Megs didn't believe him and just let him find out the hard way. Knockout and Breakdown were so sweet after you were able to have a common ground with liking fashion and how to clean properly (At least in Knockout's opinion of being proper.) You were able to explain to him what Optimus meant and Knockout realized this ship was going to be in a crazy situation for a while, so he was able to get you your own room. Dreadwing was super nice to you after he realized how respectful you were. You would talk to him for hours about his culture and he might've got a bit close to you as friends. He told you what Megatron was going to do to you and it did make you scared on what that mech could do.

Right now you were waking up from a lovely nap and making yourself some nice food. It has been only three days since you got kidnapped, and you start to feel a bit flushed. You ate the first bite of your food and felt your nether region getting hot and a bit wet. Oh no it was starting earlier than you thought. This had to be the worse time as you thought you would have been saved before this horrible heat set in. You put your bowl quickly on the counter and rush into the shower. You didn't want anyone to see you and started to run the water. Maybe you could wash the scent off before anyone could notice.

What you didn't know, was that Megatron was fully prepared to do what they were suppose to do when they kidnapped you and was walking to your room. Before he opened the door, his sensors were going off and he felt an automatic body change. It was small, but he still could notice his body slightly relaxing which made him freak, maybe he got drugged from Starscream earlier. The smell started to get a bit stronger after you took off your panel inside your bathroom and Megs started to finally figure out what was going on when the feeling got a bit stronger. Did Optimus' conjunx just go into heat? No, he did not want to feel this way towards his mortal enemy's lover. Not only was he getting worse, feeling his panel being pressed on a bit, but also he was getting angry from the situation and leaned against the wall next to the door. He needs to breath, he needs to try and calm down before something bad happens.

Cut to you in the shower, trying to wash yourself. Your legs start to get weak and you gasp from the shower head water spraying on your valve. "Oh god!" You try not to moan too loudly, the pressure of the water is making your heat worse. You need to try and clean yourself though, what if someone you didn't like catch your scent? Putting the shower head close to your crotch, feeling the water pressure hit the sensitive spot. Meg's hears your gasp and soft moans. His optics widen a bit from hearing such lovely noises. No, he can't think like this. He claws the wall, clenching his panel a bit to try and snap himself out of it. He hears you moan one more time and now he couldn't take it anymore.

You hear heavy footsteps walking inside your room. Your servo covers your mouth to muffle your self, the footsteps got close to the bathroom and it made your body freeze. You hear the person on the other side…Megatron. "You little glitch. What are you doing to me?" The scare you just got from hearing him…it could've been anyone else, nope of course you got the warlord. "S-sorry sir, I can't control it! Please, do not open the door unless you want to do something with me…you won't be able to control yourself after that." You try your best to warn him, you knew he wasn't the type to do this sensual stuff. You were told from Optimus how aggressive Megs was as well, telling you how Megs sometimes doesn't know what he wants and you need to be patient with him. Your body is telling you to beg him to come in, while your mind is telling you to wait and let him decide he own decision. After a few minutes, you see the door opening. You couldn't believe that he chose to open the door, seeing his narrow bright eyes staring down at your wet body. Megatron didn't feel shame, but he didn't know his sensors were going to be screaming when he opened the door. You were right about him not being able to control himself after he opened that door, because he walks and grabs you with his two servo wrapped around your lower hip armor. Not only were you in heat, but your nice clean scent didn't help. You were ready to let him doing anything to you, as Megatron puts your body in the air above him. You didn't know he was so strong for such an old bot. He looks at your lower area and licks your valve. "Aaah! Megs!" You feel his sharp tongue flicking around, surprisingly skilled at this. Your lower area was feeling so hot, making the pain worse until he shoves his glossa into your walls. The hot pain stopped afterwards with the pleasurable motion and you moan louder from the complete bliss your body was feeling.

Megatron never knew you would taste so good, feeling all your flavors made him get worse on the inside and touching your thighs with his servo was also not helping his situation. One of his digits rubs against your aft which made you arch your back. He loved hearing the small little gasps every time he rubbed his digits on your wet body so he continues the friction. You look down, basically sitting on his face, you see his crotch plate clicking open and his spike was being tortured, not being touched. Your body was craving to have something bigger inside you, so you try to tap his servo to grab his attention. "H-hey! Let me dow-ah!" He interrupt you by biting your leg. No, you don't tell him what to do, EVER. This was not going to be like Optimus, obeying your wishes anytime you want. The bite thankfully didn't get deep, but the feeling was new to you and didn't mind it. A few more minutes of your nether region getting eaten, you hit his helmet to grab his attention again. His glossa leaves your folds and growls at you. "What?!" He stares at you with angry eyes, until you point to him his spike. Finally, megs realize what you were saying and puts you down. You kneel down on the floor to his spike and start to suck on his tip, grabbing it with your servos to pleasure him. He feels glossa rubbing against him, making him groan in pleasure. He didn't know you could be so good at pleasuring, but he wasn't going to complain. He feels you stopping and putting your valve up to his tip, lowering yourself down onto him. You made him go crazy after that, moaning from this forgotten touch. "Ngnn! Primus…" This felt so good to him, the fact your walls were so tight yet able to slide yourself up and down on him was making him feel insane. He didn't know he was going to feel this way when they started the 4 million year war, but goodness was this the best thing he has ever done in years. You feel yourself tightening around him, cumming while yelling his name. He feels his spike being hugged around your walls and cums as well. He tries to catch his breath, seeing you get off his spike and sit down beside him. Megs couldn't help but stare at your lower area, dripping with fluids. He leans his head on the door, thinking everything was finally over…but he could still smell it. He thought your heat was treated, was he not enough? How the fuck was he not enough?! "I can still sense that you are not satisfied." You looked up at him when he spoke. "Sorry…it usually will stop after a few rounds, even then, it will start again the next day". Fuck, this is what Optimus meant. Did he mind he was going to be busy with you for a few days? No. The members of the ship should be worried if they ever sense your heat if he is busy with you though, that mech will make sure everyone knows you are his for now.

[hey-august]

Buggy detaching his head to get a better look is so good. Reader insert watching Buggy detach his cock and fuck himself with it while they watch is also so fucking good.

You wanna see how he does it. Maybe you’re not secure in your pegging or assfucking abilities yet, maybe you just want to see what feels the best for him, maybe seeing your clown burrowing his face in his pillow face down, ass up just really fucking gets you going. Whatever the case, I’d be a happy little voyeur for sure. Maybe you’d even get in on the action a bit and literally grab him by the balls just to set the tempo a little, hear him gasp when you go a little deeper but slower and watch his toes curl.

Bet Buggy has a love hate relationship with this stuff at first, his powers can be so fucking sexy, but in his mind there’s something slightly pathetic about using them on himself like this…. But he’s a showman at heart, so it doesn’t take long for you to get those sweet whimpers out of him when you tilt your wrist juuuuust so and to groan into the pillow when you pull him out of himself completely, just to admire how a string of precum connects to his loosened hole as it clenches around nothing.

He can’t deny it, you being so into it gets him bashful…. But also it gets him going… the shame makes him want to crawl in a hole…. And his cock harder than anything… And if that wasn’t enough, then that hungry, mesmerized look you give him after he came and he can feel himself drip out of himself…. Well if anything could convince him to try this again it would be THAT.

This was shorter at first but I have a mighty need right now. Uh. Something something a clowns speciality are cream pies after all. *rimshot*

Listen. Listen, anon, I don't even know where to start, how to follow, what to say, what to feel—

Like what can I do after you dROP THIS WHOLE ENTIRE MEAL?? IT'S DELICIOUS. IMPECCABLE.

And there is SO MUCH to unpack and explore here. Let's talk about some:

It's pathetic using his powers like this? Sir, yes it is. It actually isn't, but it is. Buggy detaching his dick and fucking himself silly is the kind of thing that happens when the horny thoughts drown out everything rational. The kind of thing where post-nut clarity hits TOO HARD. But not hard enough, because you know this guy has done it more than once.

They way he can fully indulge in making himself feel good is one thing, but to show other people? To show you? To let you see what kind of pervert freak he actually is? Why…why is that a turn on? Fuck. Has he always been this tight?

Okay, let's add more to the perversion. Just imagine his dick (no ball attachment this time) sliding in. Like, all of it. Gone. Hell, maybe it even took a few tries to get it all in and stay in. Now it's hidden deep in his body and leaving him so full that there isn't any more space for the embarrassment. Maybe just a little bit of pride when you coo and tell him what a good job he just did. Pride that does actually melt back into embarrassment when you ask him to push it back out. Buggy does it anyways, whimpering, shaking, while you continue pour compliment after compliment on him.

"just to admire how a string of precum connects to his loosened hole as it clenches around nothing." EXCUSE YOU, I NEED A COLD SHOWER

That's delightful for so many reasons. Buggy has been stretched out by his own dick. That's kinda fucked up, right? That's what he thinks, but damn, it is wonderful. It's wonderful to work him up to that - to use Buggy and fuck him until it feels like he was made for that purpose.

AAHHHHHHH.

Now, tell me. Did you end this with cream pies and rimshot on purpose? Like, on purpose on purpose?

Because

BECAUSE.

As tired and exhausted as he is, Buggy decides not to use what little strength he could muster to turn down your next request.

Honestly, his head is still fuzzy. Buggy's still stuck in that space where he just wants to be used and played with.

So when you ask him to clean up, Buggy is more than willing to let you detach his head and hold it oh so gently while licks and sucks his tender hole clean.

Has Buggy tasted his jizz before? Yes. Many times.

Has Buggy eaten ass? Yes.

His own ass? Well, yeah. He'll reluctantly admit to a little lick. Only because he was curious.

Has he ever slurped his own cum out of his gaping asshole? Now he has.

Meanwhile, you get to enjoy the pathetic little whimpers that escape in between the absolutely filthy wet noises he's making.

You enjoy how he's leaving his face paint all over his own ass cheeks.

You can scratch his scalp and press soft little kisses to the crown of his head, feeling Buggy's needy moans reverberate in your own skull.

You can stroke his dick, which is trying so damn hard to get fully erect and earn another fucking. But the poor thing is tired. It twitches and leaks whatever is left to release, giving up on another climax.

Maybe tomorrow. Maybe…maybe the next day, actually. Looking at your worn out clown who has literally fallen apart before you, you decide that he deserves a break. And some sweet sweet cuddles.

[samgirl98]

Wail of the Silent 10/?

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CW: Brief mention of suicide

Bruce cursed as he hit another pothole. That had been the fifteenth one in ten minutes. A newspaper covered his view, causing him to slow down as he tried to remove it with the windshield. When was the last time he even saw someone reading newspapers? It was almost as if the city was out to get him. He would even believe it if it weren’t for the fact that it would be illogical. After all, cities weren’t sentient.

He braked suddenly as a colony of bats danced in front of the car. Bruce gritted his teeth. He didn’t have time for this; he had to find his son! He reversed and entered an alley; his windshield was full of guano. The alley kept getting narrower and narrower until he had to reverse again and go back where he came from. The bats had, thankfully, disappeared.

Bruce radioed Dick, “Did you find him?”

“Nothing at this safe house.”

Bruce grunted a response and hung up.

He and Dick had decided to split up to look for Jason at his safehouses. Dick had investigated while Bruce had composed himself after the emotional attack. The only thing Dick had found was a glowing green laser gun.  

“Is it just me, or does it feel like something is trying to stop us from getting to Jason? I went through a shortcut cut off by a random wall,” Dick asked.

Bruce was about to answer when the heavens decided to open up, making it impossible to see where he was going. Bruce’s fist tightened on the wheel as he slowed down. He was getting closer to the last safe house.

“Oh c’mon,” Dick said, “Why now? I was close to meeting up with you at his last safe house. This cannot be a coincidence.”

Dick was right; all these random things didn’t feel like coincidences. The ghost, spirit, or whatever had kidnapped Jason could be behind this so that Bruce couldn’t get to his son. Whatever the case, Bruce was going to save Jason.

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Jason woke up from the best nap he had ever had.

His head was on top of something solid and cool. He could feel a soft humming.

Jason opened his eyes and gave a soundless yawn. Danny was fast asleep, snoring softly. Jason smiled and stretched. His body was pleasantly sore. He stared at Danny for a few more seconds before getting up. He went to the bathroom to wipe himself down with a damp towel, too lazy to shower, put on a pair of boxers and got back into bed.

He rested his head on the crook of Danny’s arm and put his leg on top of Danny’s. He wanted cuddles, damn it. After the horrible night he had followed by the best of his life, Jason thought he deserved it.

Danny tightened his hold on Jason and put his other arm around Jason’s shoulder. Jason felt his breath get stuck. Danny was so pretty…and so much bigger than Jason. Who knew he would like to be manhandled?

“Everything good,” Danny asked. Jason nodded and got more comfortable in Danny’s arms. He started purring in contentment, surprised he was making that sound. He blushed a bit at Danny’s soft laugh.

Then Danny started purring, and it felt less awkward. The soft purrs lulled Jason back to sleep.

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Dick entered after Bruce.

He hoped they found Jason in his last safe house. It took a while to find and look through them all. Dick felt he was going crazy the longer he didn’t see his younger brother.

When Bruce had called him freaking out, Dick felt a stone sink to the bottom of his stomach. It was so unlike Bruce to let his emotions get the best of him. When he had joined Bruce, the older man had told Dick what had happened. Dick looked through the grainy footage (which in itself was strange as Bruce used the latest state-of-the-art technology) and watched as Jason fought a black mass, Penelope Spectra, and then put a gun to his head. And that was before a glowing humanoid shape had kidnapped him.

Bruce had told Dick how Spectra had messed with his emotions until he had been a wreck full of misery.  

Dick had to find Jason and make sure he was alright. What if they were too late and Jason had put a bullet through his hea—no, he couldn’t think that way.

Dick ignored the uncomfortable feeling of his wet suit and entered the safe house. It was dark and quiet.

Both Dick and Bruce looked at each other and started searching. They only found an empty living room with clippings on the coffee table and two China cups. Dick was confused. Who else was here with Jason? His younger brother was a loner.

Bruce stared at the cups before reading one of the clippings. It was a printed report of one of the suicides from Arkham. It seemed Bruce wasn’t the only one interested in what was happening in the asylum.

Dick looked around the living room one more time before heading upstairs. The first door he opened was to a room that Dick guessed was Jason’s HQ. There were computers and wrappers all over the place. The next was the bathroom.

Dick only had one more door to look through. He opened the door to find his little brother, but he wasn’t alone.

Dun dun-dun. Drama is about to happen. Dick and Bruce are going to be so surprised.

Sorry for the short chapter. I have no idea when I'll update again, but I'll try not to make you guys wait for so long.

[lacedupforyou]

Hi! Can I ask for Yandere!Mikey with a student council darling who has a distaste/looks down on deliquents and is absolutly unimpressed by Mikey and wants nothing to do with him?

"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐑𝐮𝐧" Yandere Mikey Sano

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Mikey is a delinquent, He really had no interests in school life. Just to sleep the whole time and eat. As class rep and a member of the school's student council you were annoyed by his constant attempts to piss. you. off. Constantly pushing boundaries giving you a hug in the morning just to go off and sleep.

You were annoyed by his attempts but the threatening looks you got from his gang members made you hold a smile on your face. You had always had a dislike to delinquents and wanted nothing to do with that life, but mikey was interested with you. He wanted you.

When the captains of his gang ask him about you, All he responds with is a few compliments and how he just "wants you". Surprisingly that's good enough with them, Unknowing of his obsession and how it was just a matter of time before he snapped and let his impulses take what he wanted.

When the end of the Valhalla fight had reached and Baji had died and kazutora was out of the picture he became more unstable, he started to linger more. Following you outside of school. He loved the way your face lit up, You were the light he needed in his life.

After constant attempts of asking you out, You made a deal that he wouldn't sleep much during his classes and you would go somewhere after school with him, His face had lit up like a child when given candy. You tried to stay low profile, if anyone had seen you going to some small cafe with a gangster, Your reputation could be shattered.

Mikey didn't seem to mind, he also wasn't with his friend...Draken was it? It was just you and him. He talked your ear off and you had to keep your promise and entertained him as best you could. He was hooked as you just kept feeding into his delusions.

After about an hour or two you noticed two of his captains notice him and walk in. Mikey glaring at them the whole time, The captains noticed you immediately and got nervous, Mikey was with some girl? Who are you??? Was all they could wonder. Mikey noticed your face in a small bit of shock and embarrassment but he was waiting for one of them to even say a word to you so he could tussle with them!

After those moments he drove you home and hugged you goodbye, Just as you were walking he took your wrist and pressed a kiss inches from your lips. You were stunned and didn't have anything to say. You walked back into your home questioning what the hell happened today. "Damn it..I missed." Mikey uttered starting his bike up again.

But this became routine, for him to beg you to spend time with him and drive you around on his bike. But what freaked you out the most was when he asked you to wait for him while he was in a gang meeting by that old shrine you visited. You waited on the steps hearing faints shouts of screaming and sighed.

Your curiosity got the better of you and you walked up a few more steps peering over seeing them talk loudly. One of the men seemed to notice you and run after you. Grabbing you by your Collar barking out who you were and if you were a spy. When mikey saw some low life putting his hands on you. He snapped.

He rushed over and used one of those famous kicks to blow the guy away catching you quickly. He asked you if you were okay and all you could do was stare. That was when the Idea you and him were a couple had truly set it. Word spreading like wildfire. Rumors flooded your school and your reputation plummeted and were soon kicked out of any student council meetings.

But it didn't matter anymore, Mikey had you and you had him. And you weren't and aren't going anywhere.

|Whew! Feeling pretty good about this work! | Thanks to all the requests lolol I adore them and I'm working on them ASAP! Feel free to send me more requests though! | Make sure to take a shower and drink some water today! | Xoxos |

- Haze.

[lulualuana]

Pathetic Leon pt. 6

Leon was vaguely aware of how thin his walls were. He found out the hard way when he first moved in and he happened to live next to a younger couple. He had a lot of sleepless nights when they decided they wanted to do it till the sun came up. He kept it in mind, but didn’t think much else about it. Particularly, he didn’t think to mention it to you when you were staying over. 

Leon was blissfully laying back in bed Thursday night, a half empty bottle of whiskey on his night stand and a glass in his hand as some random mystery show played on TV. For once, you didn’t plague his thoughts, the state of his mind matched the emptiness of the bottle. That of course didn’t last long. He really could never catch a break, could he?

He thought he was hearing things at first or that the show he was watching was making the noise, but his eyebrows furrowed when he turned down the volume and the noise he was hearing became clearer. A very distinct giggle poured through from the wall, the one that connected your room to his. His eyes lost focus on the TV as he strained his ears to hear whatever was going on with you. A little creepy, maybe, but tipsy Leon was a curious Leon. 

“No yeah, i’m not at my place… my dad said something about wanting to renovate, I wholeheartedly think he was just lying to get me out of the house so he and my mom can get it on…” The sentence was followed by a series of giggles and incoherent words, another voice floating through faintly with yours. He assumed whoever you were talking to was on speaker. “I’m staying with my dad’s friend. The one I told you about, Leon,” You mention and Leon perks up slightly. You talk about him? He was so definitely kicking his feet and blushing at that. Metaphorically, of course..

He was sipping on his whiskey a little too smugly when he paused at what you said next. “Hear me out okay?… if he had kids he would be considered a DILF, right?” The question made him sputter, choking on the bitter amber liquid that he had just taken a mouthful of. He sat up, trying to contain his coughing so you didn’t catch on that he was listening. You were silent for a moment and he was scared you realized he was listening until he heard you snickering. “No c’mon! You saw the pictures! He’s hot right?... Okay, you can’t make me feel weird about this, you used to like your babysitter. If anyone’s a freak here it's you.” Leon sort of began to tune everything out after that, staring off into space as his mind tried to catch up with the information he just received. 

You thought he was hot, DILF level hot actually. You sent pictures of him to your friend to talk about how hot you thought he was. You said something about kids.. One thought came to mind--many thoughts, actually, it's just that a lot of them had to do with him making kids with you and he had to shove them to the back of his mind to focus on what was actually important--he had to wonder, did you ask to stay with him on purpose? Did sweet little you have an ulterior motive behind wanting to stay with your dad’s friend? 

He laid there questioning that for the rest of the night, not getting the hours of sleep that his body begged him for because a few more glasses in and those pesky thoughts about kids with you started to resurface. For the second night in a row, he found himself with his mind in the gutter and his cock in his fist. 

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One day I'll take the time to make this all pretty and tag it nice, for now I'm just writing about honry Leon and trying to go shower fr

[silver-itallics]

My Favorite Inside Source pt 2

Part 1!

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warnings: smut, masturbation, toxic behavior, mentions of rape, heavy choking, Leon being a grumpy old man, p in v, light mentions oral and fingering (f receiving), guilt (kinda)

!! Contains dark content !!

"do it and do it again..."

Leon is silent for a few moments. You're looking at him like he hung the stars. Really all he did was hang your knees over his shoulders last night.

"What?" He blurts.

He never was the type to think before he speaks. But this doesn't throw off your rhythm, though. Maybe there's more cotton in your head than there is a brain.

"I wanted to say thank you." You repeat, holding up the pan of bacon. "I had a good time last night."

You didn't seem like you had a good time. Leon looks down, confirming that you're still not wearing panties. That's because he stuffed them in his drawer, and your blood is still on his sheets.

For once, you're not the one looking stupid. Leon knows he looks like an idiot, but he can't stop staring at you like you're in one of those old carnival freak shows. But this just makes you laugh. You turn back to the stove, finish off the bacon and put it on a plate.

"I actually wanted you to do that. Sorry I freaked you out. No one has ever tried to do something like that to me before," you're grinning, despite the fact that your words could send you to a psychiatric ward.

Leon just stares wide eyed at you, as you sit him down on his ripped couch, putting a plate of food on his lap. First, you're his rape victim, and now you're his housewife? He's not sure if he should be thankful or not. Definitely not.

He pokes at the plate as you set a cup of orange juice near him. "You shouldn't be thanking me," Leon mutters. His voice is cold, shaggy bangs hanging in his eyes. He can't see, but that's the point. He just wishes you'd disappear.

"I know it's messed up, but…" you blabber on about the fantasy, and Leon tunes you out. You're just like him, in a way; you're both stupid, and neither of you know when to shut up. But at least you're not a monster. If anything, you seem like a sweet kid.

Kid.

Fuck.

"How old are you?" Leon asks, completely interrupting you. Slowly, you blink at him a few times. You look like you're going to say something to him about interrupting you, but instead you just answer.

You explain how you're in college, only a semester in. A smile crosses your face again as you chatter on.

Leon groans, covering his face. The plate in his lap tips, but you catch it before the scrambled eggs splatter on the floor. You take it from him gently, setting it on a cluttered table nearby.

"Did I do something wrong?" You ask, kneeling at his side. Your smaller fingers massage the muscles in his knees, and Leon has to try to push your hands away as politely as possible. He's so touch starved he might get hard just from the innocent gesture.

"No. You didn't do anything wrong," Leon sighs. He's the one that's gone and fucked up, yet you can't seem to understand that. The only thing you've done is started to follow him around like a baby duck does to its mother.

You look at him with big, watery eyes and he bites his lip to stop from groaning in annoyance. Before you can say anything, he cuts you off again.

"Don't you have school today?" He asks, trying to get you to take the hint to leave.

"It's Saturday," you reply, squeezing Leon's knee.

"Go buy me a six pack of beer from the gas station, then," he suggests. Please, please leave, Leon pleads in his mind.

"I'm not twenty-one yet," is what you reply. Leon should've known. God abandoned him years ago.

He doesn't want to yell at you, but he does. "Christ, kid!" Leon finally lifts his head up, grabbing his wallet on the crowded table. He shoves a twenty in your hands, the force pushing you back and startling you.

"Go buy some candy or something. Knock yourself out." He stands up, hoping that'll force you to leave. Maybe he'll take an angry shower. Sometimes that helps.

You clasp the dollar bill in your hands, looking like a deer in headlights. "Do you want anything?" You ask cautiously.

Leon turns, giving you a glare. "Go." With that, you scurry out the door to find the nearest gas station.

As soon as you're out of the door, Leon needs a fucking drink. You've definitely got the same type of parasite that he has, but yours is a more obnoxious, loud one, while his is a silent killer.

He's not sure if he'd rather go at the hands of this parasite or his own.

In his room, Leon yanks open one of the drawers in his nightstand. The one that has the "emergency whiskey" as he calls it. Instead, he finds your stupid panties that he shoved in there on a whim.

He reaches forward, hooking a finger in the lacy fabric. Underneath is a flask of whiskey, which Leon downs in a few seconds. As he does, Leon unfolds your panties from the ball he crumpled them into.

They're pretty. He never really looked at them last night. The panties are white lace, with a small bow at the front.

Leon blames the parasite when he lifts them to his nose. He inhales the same sweet musk from the night before. You.

Your pussy is probably your best feature, in look, feel, and now smell.

The drawer snaps closed, the contents disappearing along with the panties he'd thrown back in.

He needs a shower.

The warm water soothes his muscles, but comfort isn't something Leon is used to. Warm reminds him of you. Your cunt, your tits, you sleeping on his chest.

He switches the water to cold.

That's better. The water makes him feel a little more awake, more coherent. Things stopped making sense the moment he slipped those pills in your drink.

As Leon washes himself, he starts to think that the shower is helping with the thoughts of you. Then he gets to his crotch. He's not gross, most of the time, and actually washes his dick.

But the moment he takes it in his hand, he's imagining your smaller hands around it, the teary eyes you were giving him earlier. Which reminds him of the way you sobbed around his cock, and makes everything worse.

Leon can feel himself getting hard in his own hand. He's literally remembering raping you and getting hard?! Well, you did squeeze him tighter than any chokehold he's gotten put in, but that's not the point.

He slams his head against the wall of the shower, causing one of the three shower bottles to clatter to the floor. Your knuckles tap on the door, startling him even more than his own thoughts. You must be back from your trip to the gas station.

"Are you okay, Leon?" You yell over the running water.

The way you say his name reminds him of when you said it before, hands on his chest to try to push him off. He stiffens even more.

"Fine," he yells back. Nothing about this is fine. Why are you still here? And why is he getting hard to the thought of you again? That was supposed to be a one time thing. Or a never thing, really.

Hearing your footsteps recede, he takes his cock in a firm hand, stroking like he's done so many times before. His hand isn't as tight as you. For a moment he wonders how wet he can get you next time.

His fist squeezes hard on his dick, causing Leon to wince. What the hell's gotten into him? Reluctantly, his hand starts moving again, loosening his grip. He cums with a low groan to the thought of your tits.

Panting, Leon watches his cum wash down the drain. He wishes he could wash you away.

Apparently that won't be happening, as when he gets out of the shower and dresses himself, you're in the living room. You're eating gummy bears, sorting them into piles by color. One of the stupid toys out of a kinder egg is on the floor nearby. God, you're really a child. Not really, but you act like one. Can't believe he stuck his dick in you, now he's watching you make Frankenstein gummy bears.

You look up when Leon enters, immediately looking away because he's only wearing sweatpants. He rolls his eyes, but tries to ignore the way your shyness makes his heart thump.

"Why are you still here?" He really needs to work on watching his mouth. And not raping girls he found in bars, but that's a personal issue.

You look a little sad for a moment, but smile as you pick up some coins and a dollar off the table. Leon stares at you with a look of disapproval.

"I gave you a twenty," he scolds, like you're a child. Mentally, you probably are. Physically, you've got some nice tits.

"I know. Inflation is really bad nowadays," you bite the head off a green gummy bear and stick it to the body of a red one.

"What the hell did you even buy?" This is getting ridiculous.

"Uh, a bag of gummy bears, a kinder egg, and a soda. Oh, I also got you this!" You smile, taking a coke and two chocolate bars from behind your back. They're both different kinds because you didn't know what he liked. Leon watches as you set the items on the table.

"I told you not to get me anything," he's standing over you like he's trying to intimidate you, but you don't seem to notice. When he's not angry with you, you think he is. But when he is, you don't care. You're even worse than a child.

"I know," you chirp. "But I didn't want you to be sad while watching me eat."

Leon goes quiet. Really, it's a nice gesture. Even if it's his own money. He sits next to you on the couch, doing his best to put as much space between the two of you. You eat until you feel like you're on the cusp of a stomach ache, and fold up the bag of candy, then put it on the table.

Then you're lying your head on his shoulder, melting into him. Leon wants to push you away, but he's more shocked when you speak. You seem to do that a lot. Surprise him. He never liked surprises.

"Do you know where my underwear went? I accidentally went out without them," you chuckle, like it's funny. It's not. You're stupid, parading your pussy around in a tiny skirt. Don't you know that gets the wrong kind of attention? But Leon isn't the greatest person to give that type of advice, considering he's the one that gave you the wrong kind of attention in the first place.

"I lost 'em," he lies. Leon doesn't even know why he does. Maybe he wants to keep them, or just wants to get a glimpse of your ass when you walk around his house. He used to take an hour to get it up, but now he's popping a boner at the sight of you. Why don't you just kill him already? Y'know, you probably are already. Slowly, and quietly. He won't know he's done for until his eyes fall out of his skull. Maybe you'd finally leave if that happened.

But like that parasite, he can't seem to get rid of you. Like you're a tumor on his frontal lobe, he can't get rid of you without it killing him or changing him permanently. Seems like you've already done the second one, though. He never thought about taking someone unconscious or even without consent before you. You're like the forbidden fruit, but full of maggots and rot.

What the hell are you even doing to him? He's screwed. But probably more screwed up than anything.

But the worst part is: you won't leave.

The sun set a long time ago, leaving you two in the near dark with some cowboy movie playing on the TV. There's a take out box in your lap from a cheap Chinese restaurant that Leon ordered from. He's not really sure why he did it. You were complaining that you were hungry, and he wanted to shut you up like a baby with a pacifier. Did the trick for about fifteen minutes, but now you've got that look on your face that means you're thinking. Leon didn't know you could do that.

"Leon, what are we?" You ask, clicking your chopsticks together after shoving an ungodly amount of noodles into your mouth.

Leon almost powers down at the question.

His silence makes you start to ramble.

"Well, I was just wondering… because I've never really had sex with anyone. We hit it off last night and I-"

Sex. You think that was sex? Good God, he's really messed up. Or just chose the wrong victim. Leon isn't sure if he'd rather you go to the police or do what you're doing now. Honestly, he'd rather you try to lock him up. Maybe that'll control him. He wouldn't get out of his job either way.

"That wasn't sex," he snaps at you.

You wilt like a dying flower. Leon can't look at you when you make a face like that. He feels too guilty.

"I never said you had to have feelings for me. There's like, friends with benefits," you're trying to convince him to put a label to you. Leon wishes he didn't even know your name. That way he wouldn't have any reminder of you. But you're like a tick, digging your fangs into him so you stay stuck to his skin.

Leon remembers some shitty therapy session he had after a mission. They told him to take deep breaths when he's upset. Ground himself. But Leon isn't a man of therapy. He believes he can't really be fixed. So he yells at you. Again.

"Why can't you get it through your thick skull? You're a victim!" He sets his food down. His appetite disappeared a long time ago. Standing up, he tries to get away from you. But there's really nowhere to go. Especially with the way you draw him in like a magnetic force field.

You stir your food a few times, not sure how to feel. On one hand, you're angry that Leon doesn't seem to get your intentions. But mostly, his words hurt.

"I told you: I wanted it. I don't really mind it… whatever you call it," you sigh, setting your food down as well. When you start to clean up after him is what makes Leon's heart ache.

He's so mean to you, but you come back like a dog playing fetch. Each time, you drop the ball by his feet, a smile on your face. You run and go get the ball no matter how loud he yells or how hard he hits you. You remind him a little bit of himself in that sense. He wants you surgically removed.

"We can even do it again if you want. I'll let you," you try to plead with your eyes, doing everything in your power to get Leon to like you. He doesn't really like anything, especially himself.

Your words make him feel sick, leaving the older man to ignore you most of the night. But without a verbal cue to leave, you stay. You're not sure why you do it, but the next thing you know is you're fast asleep on Leon's ratty couch. At least you're smart enough not to sleep in bed with him.

Reluctantly, you sleep on Leon's couch. The springs dig into your back and you can barely get comfortable. Leon didn't give you a blanket either, so you're cold. The only one you found isn't even big enough to cover you.

Leon can't sleep. Your words repeat in his head, over and over. You're like an itch- the more he thinks about you, the more it bothers him. But he can't force himself to stop thinking about you either.

With a groan, he pushes up out of bed. He needs a beer. His emergency whiskey is gone, since he drank it this morning, also because of you.

Past his bedroom is the living room, then the kitchen. You left the light on in the kitchen as a night light, illuminating your form on the couch. You're an obstacle blocking his way from greatness. Technically, a cold beer. Same thing.

He inches forward, and you shift when a floorboard creaks under Leon's weight. Why is he even so scared or cautious? You're just a kid, couldn't do a thing if you woke up. The thought goes directly to his cock, reminding Leon exactly why he's been so guarded around you.

While he's caught in his thoughts, you move onto your stomach, that tiny blanket doing nothing to cover your ass. God, he wishes now that he gave you some clothes, since your puffy lips are poking out from underneath your skirt.

His mission is immediately forgotten.

Leon beelines for you instead, moving faster than he has in ten years. Pushing your legs wider, he kneels between them, hovering over you. Were you always this pretty? Or maybe he just likes you when you're sleeping. Fucking creep.

One hand holding himself up on the arm of the couch, he reaches around you to toy with your nipples. Last time, he was just searching for an object of pleasure, anything would do. But now he's got this little attachment to you.

This relationship, if it can even be called that, is closer to folie a deux than love. The madness of two. You've got this shared sickness between you both and only the other one can quench it.

Which is a very eloquent way to explain that Leon doesn't know why he wants to fuck you. Or why he's gently rubbing his bare knee over your core.

He's rough still, but he pays more attention to you this time. In his mind, you're almost a person. Almost.

Leaning down, Leon pulls his hands away from your tits, prying your thighs open instead. Slowly he licks you open, tasting the sweet slick you produce. It's not like candy, as Leon's a pessimist. He doesn't like to sugar coat things. But he can't stop his tongue from dipping in your slit and down to your clit until you're squirming and whining.

He wants you awake this time.

Maybe you'll fight like last time, maybe you won't. He isn't sure which he likes better. You're sweet, and it almost seems like you'd do anything for him. He wants to earn that privilege. Even if he's nowhere near worthy of your trust.

You moan softly, struggling to break through the barrier of sleep. Leon's tongue moves faster, holding your ass cheeks apart so he can watch the way you clench around nothing. When you cry out is when he knows you're awake. Your hips shift much more, he's not sure if you're fighting or if his tongue just feels good.

"Leon..?" You mumble, looking over your shoulder with glassy eyes. All you can register is the tingly feeling you've got between your legs. Then he stops.

You're flipped over on your back, Leon above you. He didn't know he still had strength like that. Guess being horny gives you superpowers.

This time he actually undresses you. He's treating you better than garbage, but only slightly. Leon's callused hands are still rough as he pulls and pinches your nipples.

Once you're conscious, you seem to be into it. Leon's not used to that. He's used to being pushed away, ridiculed for his taste and constantly manipulated. Maybe that's why he keeps you around: because you treat him nicely. Or just because you don't leave.

But what Leon is good at is self sabotage. He's excellent at it, actually. Once your skirt is off, he pushes two fingers in your hole without bothering to trim his nails earlier. You can feel him scratch your insides as he stretches you out.

He watches you squirm and cry in pleasure and discomfort, ultimately deciding it's not enough for him. Leon pulls himself out of his boxers, spitting on his hand before pumping a few times.

"You said you wanted this, yeah?" He asks, but it's a little late for asking permission. Before you can nod, his bulky hands wrap around your throat. At the same time, Leon pushes his dick inside all the way to the hilt. You feel like you're being torn in half and twisted like a pretzel at the same time.

"Thought you wanted this," he says again, taunting you. He pushes all the way inside just to pull almost all the way out at a slow pace.

You'd scream if his hands weren't blocking your airway.

Leon knows the difference between choking for pleasure and choking to kill. He's knocked his fair share of people out using the same method he's using on you. You can barely focus on the feeling of him moving inside you when you're worried he's going to kill you.

You trust Leon to an extent, but you know he's unpredictable. Which is why you squirm, thrash, and kick as much as you can.

"What, can you not handle it? Can you not handle me?" He lifts you up by the neck just to bring your body back down to the couch as he speaks. Leon feels like he's losing it as his hands clamp down on your fragile windpipe.

If he was choking you for your pleasure, he'd just squeeze the sides of your neck to cut off your blood flow. Make you a little dizzy. But right now, you can't breathe.

After having no oxygen for a few seconds, you start to run on instinct, panic flooding your body. Leon can feel your walls tighten around him as you weakly thrash in his grasp. For a few seconds, he likes it. But your nails are clawing at his arms, eyes wide and mouth open.

You're terrified. Of him.

The same person that refused to leave his apartment all day is looking up at him in pure terror. Leon slows his thrusts when he realizes all the usual pigment in your face is gone. He doesn't choke you for more than a minute, but it feels like eternity.

You gasp, hands flying to your own throat as soon as Leon lets go. Tears flood your eyes in relief. As much as you talk about wanting to be raped, for some reason, Leon's brain is hellbent on making you hate it. Teach you a lesson, maybe.

He means to say he's sorry. He wants to. But the only words that come out of Leon's mouth are: "you're an idiot for staying."

Part of the sentence is an apology in itself, but he's too much of a coward to come to terms with his feelings. In his job, he was always told he was too emotional. But everywhere else, he's too cold.

Leon shallowly thrusts in and out of you, looking at your tits instead of your terror-stricken face. You're still moaning, but the sound is strained and scratchy, not sweet and soft like usual. Turns out toys aren't as fun if you break them.

You don't cum, even if you tighten around him. Your brain is still too fearful to fully relax enough to orgasm. But Leon does. Maybe he gets off to the fear in your eyes. Just a little.

But really, he likes the power he has over you. Nobody else listens to him, but you do. Why do you do that? You're really unlike everyone else. You treat him differently. Which is why he has to treat you differently too.

He has to break you, but not completely. Just enough for you to understand that he's no good. He's a rotten old perverted man that only has a good ten years left. Only if he doesn't get snapped in half on his next mission.

Leon pulls out, groaning quietly as he busts on your stomach. Your skin is painted in white, like he's claiming his territory. You don't speak and he knows that's a bad sign.

He tucks himself back into his boxers, standing up. You expect him to leave and Leon plans to. At first, he did. But you're looking at him with those big, sad eyes of yours. Leon thinks you look like a trembling baby bunny. Seems like his attempts to push you away don't work. You just rely on him more.

"Stay right there," he mumbles before disappearing for a few minutes. Leon comes back with a washcloth and a glass of water. There's also a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a towel tucked under his arm.

The bruises in the shape of his own hands are starting to form on your neck. Why can't he just leave hickies like a normal person?! This job has fucked him up so bad that all he does is destroy.

Leon sits across from you, a guilty look in his eyes. You can tell he's sorry, but he refuses to say it. He sets the glass of water near you, wiping the cum off your stomach with the wet washcloth. The action is the closest thing to aftercare he's ever done. Mostly because he doesn't get treated very nicely after sex either.

He reaches out for your neck again, causing you to flinch. Leon curses under his breath, wishing he could be better. For himself mostly, but now for you.

"Why do you stick around?" He asks in a strained voice. Leon almost sounds like the one that got choked with how he's struggling not to cry. He picks up the bag of peas and unwraps the towel to show you what's underneath.

"Ice pack," he explains, trying to get you to lie down so he can place it on your neck. You take a few seconds, but eventually you relax enough to lie down. Leon adjusts the ice on your throat, hoping it'll help with the bruising and the pain.

"I'm not a very good person to stick around," Leon says, speaking more than he has before. He's also being more vulnerable than usual.

"It's okay, I'm used to it," you explain, trying to comfort him. But your confession just makes everything ache more. You're worse than any concussion or cut he's ever gotten.

You make him deal with his emotions.

Leon gives you a look that you can't decipher. His expression holds so many things that he wants to say, that he wants to do. But he doesn't let them out. He just needs to drink himself to sleep and bottle up his feelings to make himself feel better.

"Night, kid," he pats your knee before rising with a soft grunt.

Leon disappears for a few seconds before returning with a few things in his arms. He throws them at you, landing on the couch in a heap.

Then he turns and leaves.

You reach out, touching the soft fabric he's given you. When you hold it up, you realize what it is.

Clothes and a blanket.

Maybe he isn't so bad after all.

[lee1504]

aiden clark head canons

I feel like he'd also be a baseball kid growing up. His parents would sit politely on the bleachers. After he and his team finished the game, they'd probably take him to a four or five star Michelin restaurant.

When Ben and his parents first visited Aiden and his family, Aiden would probably not share any of his toys or games, specifically Nintendo games, with him, being an only child and all.

He once heard Ben singing in the bathroom when he was taking a shower. At first Aiden made fun of him but then was forced to say sorry. Aiden and Ben shared a room because 'they needed to bond' and every night Aiden had to listen to Ben's parents sing of whisper him to sleep, but eventually he grew on it and fell asleep to it too.

Aiden quit baseball when he was fifth grade. Initially he didn't have any hobbies, but swam a lot in his family's pool. He even tried out for a high school team which surprisingly accepted him, but said no.

Aiden started acting more 'hyper' or something like that when Ben was getting bullied. He'd pick fights with them after school so that he could stand up for his cousin. They'd always come home bloody, and Aiden would always get in in trouble with the principle and his parents, but when they 'grounded' or 'punished' him/sent him to his room, he'd just sit quietly or talk to Ben.

He first dyed his hair blond when he was in middle school, the start of sixth grade, after he and his parents moved. They didn't live near Ash yet. At first Aiden would follow Ben around, but then it became the opposite. He (Aiden) always had a grin or a stare on his face that made people back off, even if they weren't doing anything, and he didn't really have any friends except for Ben.

Of course, the first time a girl confessed ('I like you') he laughed and said, 'I like me too.'

When they moved again, Aiden saw Ash and finally decided he should try to become friends with someone. He didn't really know how to socialize without being weird, but didn't care how he was so just acted like normal.

Whenever he got in serious trouble with his parents (for fighting Ben's bullies instead of, like, accidentally dropping a vase or something) he would say that he would run away and then actually run away. The first time it happened his parents were FREAKING OUT. They called the police and Ben's parents. He was finally found in a restaurant (Denny's or IHOP or something). They eventually learned that everytime he said he was going to run away, he was serious. He mostly left for a few hours or a day, but always came back. That's when his parents started caring less about him and more about his grades/achievements.

Aiden would achieve SO MANY things and win tons of trophies so he started to get bored and not try anymore. He'd purposely put the wrong answers. His mother hit him once for it, but he stopped caring. Eventually the family all just stopped caring at the same time. When Aiden was failing, he'd pull his grades up again and vise versa. Ben didn't really say anything about it. It was the same when he went blond

[jwonsite]

<<Safe Haven>>

A One Shot for you:

Lately, things have not been going the way you wanted them to and anxiety has been knocking at your window once again. Hence, you decided to isolate yourself from the world to have some peace of mind and cry out as much as you could because you really needed it. However, your roommates Heeseung and Jungwon noticed your absent at dinner time.

At first, they thought you had a really busy week. Maybe you just needed to recharge. But as the days passed by they both started getting worried about you. They couldn’t hold it anymore; they longed to see you, hear your voice, hear the laughter that once used to fill the dorm. Thus one night, Jungwon took the initiative to check on you. He was about to knock at your door but stopped the moment he heard you crying. Even though you tried to cover your sobs with your pillow, they were still audible to him.

Without a doubt, he opened the door and rushed to hug you. He didn’t ask or say anything which you thanked him for. He only held you in his arms in silence while you kept crying your heart out. His warmth and his fresh shower soap smell helped you calmed down. Yet, he knew that was not enough; at least not for him. He started rubbing your back and placing kisses on top of your head as a way to show you that he was there for you, no matter what.

You guys stayed in the same position for at least half an hour until you felt asleep in his embrace. He then tucked you in bed to let you sleep comfortably. But as soon as he was about to step out of your room, he was faced by a concerned Heeseung, with watery eyes as if he were crying with you.

Without looking at Jungwon, he walked straight to your bed. Carefully laying himself right next you and hooked his arm around your waist. Jungwon wanted to say something to him, but by the way Heeseung looked at you he realized that it was better to leave the two of you alone for now.

Once Jungwon left, Heeseung couldn’t hold his tears any longer. Seeing your puffy red eyelids and nose, he could tell that all these past few days you most likely were crying yourself to sleep and he had no knowledge of it all. He wrapped his arm tighter around you which made you subconsciously turn your body to face him and place your head against his chest. He felt you shivering from time to time. So as a way to comfort you, he began humming the song he always wanted to serenade you but never had the courage to do so; afraid to find out that you may not reciprocate his feelings.

•~••~••~••~••~••~•

The next morning you woke up like you would have slept like a baby which you definitely did since Jungwon ended up joining you guys in bed. You were laying between both of them and their arms were tightly wrapped around you; you felt so warm and secured the whole night. Once again, they have proven to you that they are indeed your Safe Haven.

P.S.: I literally just wrote it for you thinking of a way to comfort you. It’s been a while without me writing like this but I really hope this helps and wish you the best 🧡🧡

oh my gosh and what if i cry. i literally love you so much😭 it was amazing thank you so much☹️🫶🏼 this was so freaking cute ahhhh i have the best followers istg thank you so so much ily😭🫶🏼🫶🏼

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The usual muffled weekend noise came through the thin walls of my apartment as I showered off, then decided that I didn't want to deal with the fact that Josie's things were still sitting in boxes on my kitchen table. A set of dowsing rods, cat treats, a few shirts and necklaces, and at least a few crystals. 

I have no clue why she believes in spiritualism like that, considering she's the one who taught me the origins of the west's understanding of eastern mysticism like chakras, third eyes and whatever. Make no mistake, I like shiny rocks as much as the next guy, but the idea that different colors of quartz could make you happier or more sexually active or ward off evil was as stupid as avoiding walking under ladders to avoid bad luck instead of just following basic common sense when it came to physical safety.

I know I sound like an asshole. Josie had told me hundreds of times.

It was still stupid.

Instead of dealing with her things, I carried my sorry ass down to the corner store for a pint of ice cream, bleach, and hair dye. My side-shave was due for a touch-up anyway, so it wasn't purely out of the spirit of emotional devastation and existential crisis that made me go from my typical black to hot pink. Admittedly, it was mostly because of an emotional crisis, but it wasn't the only reason, so I'm counting that as a win.

As the dye set, I put some music on and settled in on the bench by the window. By now, the rain was starting to recede, which meant people were no longer rushing to get from place. My apartment was just across the street from the graveyard, so I had a good view of the college campus, and I could spy on Mr. Ngo when he tried to do something a man his age shouldn't, like kneeling to weed the plants when his arthritis was acting up.

There wasn't much going on today. A few people walking across the grounds, either from the apartments to campus or vice versa, a few of the usual picnickers determined to enjoy an afternoon with their late loved ones despite the mud, or just get some time outside as the sun slowly started to emerge.

But there was someone else in the graveyard today. The small film crew had far better gear than the usual stuff Sutter College loaned out to its students. Even from a distance, their professionalism and organization was easy to see, and their mic operator looked very official -- not to mention a good twenty years older than students tended to be. I couldn't see their faces clearly, nor could I hear what they were saying, but it was all too easy to figure out exactly what they were doing, standing in the overgrown grass and pointing out significant historical graves.

Ghost hunters.

Like I said, the graveyard is old. Lots of people die in 150 years, and we have no shortage of local legends and folklore. The Barhop in [Old Towne Brewery.] Ms. Lark in the old public library. And the town's most famous, Lucille Bloom. According to history, she married the love of her life at nineteen, and lost him two years later in a freak logging accident. They weren't able to recover his body. She died of pneumonia and grief only six days after that, before the funeral had even been properly arranged.

According to legend, her spirit haunts the graveyard, waiting for her husband to be buried next to her as they'd always planned. She's allegedly -- allegedly -- an active spirit that can be spoken to, and often appears as a full-body apparition.

Look, just because I don't believe in Josie's ghost stories doesn't mean I didn't sit up watching documentaries and video essays with her as she went down rabbit hole after rabbit hole. I knew about the town's ghost stories, and I knew about the various teams of hunters and internet personalities who'd done videos on it. I'd even been contacted by them once, though they conveniently left out the fact that I'd never seen a single ghost in all my nights working in the graveyard when the video eventually came out.

If Josie knew they were here, she'd skip work entirely, watching them work and offering suggestions on how to do their jobs. Use this tool, don't put the camera there. She'd be having a blast.

The thing is, though, is that it's stupid. All of it is stupid. It would be to stand there with a radio, or even just a phone, and mess with their EMF readings, or whisper ominously behind the tree while their microphones picked up on sounds that could be anything from the wind to a bird flapping its wings. I could just go down there any time I wanted and mess with them.

I won't, though.

I'm not a child.

I have ice cream to eat, and misery to wallow in, and the hair dye has another ten minutes before I can wash it out. I’m not petty, and I won’t mess with innocent people just because I’m mad at Josie. I don’t even have to get groceries today, so there’s no reason for me to leave the apartment until tomorrow.

My phone buzzes, and my stomach drops. I'm still trying to unsubscribe to all the people Josie followed on my various social media accounts, but I'm still getting notifications one way or another.

New Announcement by the Haunted Archives Team -- [Town Name] Cemetery and the history of Lucille Bloom coming this week! Make sure to tune in next Saturday at 8pm EST for a live Q&A after the video drops.

The post featured a photo of the crew in a graveyard. My graveyard.

So that's who they were.I grit my teeth, and glare at the Haunted Archivists across the street. Josie loves these guys -- a pair of paranormal investigators that pride themselves on emphasizing fact over sensationalism, and using a variety of tools to find ghosts and blah blah blah.

For half a second, I feel bad for Josie. She’s got double shifts all week, so she won’t be able to get online in time. And then I think, Good. She deserves to miss it. I still have her dowsing rods and pendulum in my kitchen just waiting to be picked up, and reminding me of her every time I go to get a drink.

But that’s Josie. These people are just doing their jobs, minding their own business in a place that just so happens to be right across the street from me. I’m not going to go mess with people just because I’m angry and hurt and a skeptic who lives next to the graveyard.

I don’t need to leave my apartment.

I eat my ice cream, watching them putter around down there among the headstones.

I don’t need to go to the graveyard tonight.

[shoot-the-oneshot]

Heart Shaped Glitter

Anon 72  “I didn’t do it.” “Then why are you laughing?” “Cause, whoever did it is a freaking genius.”

Max Verstappen x Ferrari driver Reader

The one where pranking your teammate made two rivals fall in love

You thought getting your first contract into F1 would be the greatest dream but then getting signed to Ferrari with one of your oldest friend Charles was a close second and while you two have got to F1 together and are older now it doesn’t mean you’ve grown up. Proven by your next actions.

You were leaned against the wall of the men’s locker room at the gym you and Charles frequented, tapping your foot and waiting for the inevitable.

“Y/n?” You looked up to see the other Monaco resident driver, “Hey Max.” You nodded then went back to waiting, you and the Red Bull driver had never really spoken no matter how many times he has tried but you were always with Charles or Pierre, who were fiercely protective of you and never let him get close. Taking a look around the hallway not seeing either of your shadows.

“You know the women's showers are down there right?” He pointed leaning against the wall with his shoulder, still confused as to what you were doing, he also noticed you weren’t wearing gym clothes. “I’m pulling a prank on Charles he’s in there.” Nodding your head to the wall behind you which you strategically placed yourself right on the other side of the showers.

Now Max understood, your prank war was known to everyone around the paddock and was even a little series on Ferrari social media for how much the fans loved the relationship you two had. He’s seen the videos but has never seen it in person.

“What did you do?” He whispered leaning in his excitement showing. You held in a smirk, “I paid the manager to let me cover the shower in oil.” His eyebrows rose. And he let out a loud laugh that you shushed so Charles wouldn’t hear.  

“This is going to be good.” He laughed quite now, both of your eyes widened as you heard the shower start running, pressing your ears to the wall. If anyone got a picture of two of the top F1 drivers pressed against the wall with goofy smiles on your faces it would be all over formula one articles. You both heard a loud thump and a very girly shriek that you’re causing yourself for not finding some way to record it. Multiple French explicits followed more crashed as he tried to gain footing and failed, sliding around.

“Y/N!” Charles yelled knowing you were behind it. You immediately took off running leaving Max frozen behind you, “Come on Verstappen!” You yelled over your shoulder making him jump into action his longer legs making up the short distance you gained. Just as you were about to turn the corner you caught sight of a very frazzled Charles clutching a towel as he tried to chase you but kept sliding from leftover oil.

“I’m going to get you back for this!”

Yours and Maxs’ laughter echoed through the gym as you ran through dodging people working out, gaining you both weird looks but neither of you cared.

Max grabbed your hand pulling you along faster out the doors, luckily the doormen saw you both making a dash and held them open. You let go of his hand to run to the drivers side of your Ferrari Max quickly followed sliding into the passenger side.

Barely getting the door closed before you pealed out. Max was still chuckling a few blocks away, he was side-eyeing you noticing how good you actually looked driving, sure he saw it every weekend but this was different less serious the carefree smile with your light laughs escaping through your lips, you sobered up feeling a little self-conscious under the Dutch drivers gaze.

“You know these things are pretty nice.” Max snapped out of it playing it off looking around the rest of the interior, mentally curing himself at the stupid attempt to change the subject. Laughing you nodded along tilting your head. “Careful don’t let the media hear you say that, they’ll think you’re joining the dark side.” Giving him a teasing look.

“You know I’d have to see the back of one before making a decision.” He teased right back enjoying the vibe you both had, it felt easy but exciting at the same time. You barked out a very unladylike laugh that your media handler would hate at his words.

“You know I’m currently beating you in the standings right?” “We’ll see how that changes by the end of the year.” And little did he know he was right, things would be very different by the end of the year

That prank changed things between you and Max, suddenly you were stuck to each other on and off the track. Hands brushing as you passed each other during press day. There are tons of videos of both of you in interviews suddenly smiling out of nowhere, only a trained eye would see the other driver passing behind subtle touches left behind. sneaking off to the others drivers room before a race became a tradition, or you being seen drinking the occasional Redbull, plus the fans loved the pictures of the Ferrari and Redbull superstars running hand in hand out of the gym an angry half-naked Charles in the back, Max even had the picture as his phone background. You both kept your affections a secret for as long as you could but it came out when you both showed up with bright pink hair as Charles somehow dyed your shower water unintentionally outing you.

Pierre and Charles were in latters garage as the Ferrari driver filmed a TikTok for social media day he was supposed to be showing the fans all the parts of their racing gear. well, Charles was, you were once again huddled around the corner with Max, Watching the two men. Just as the Monegasques grabbed his helmet your giggles started, making Max cover your mouth with his hand shushing you gently, pulling your back tighter against his chest.

“What the!” Your teammate screamed quickly pulling his helmet off making the glitter you filled it with cover him entirely, and Pierre who was bent over laughing almost falling off his chair.

“I didn’t do it!” He choked out seeing the mans glare settle on him, knowing sometimes Pierre joined in the prank war. “Then why are you laughing?” Charles growled shaking the glitter out of his hair, well trying to.

“Cause, whoever did is a freaking genius!” The French mans words broke the camels back as you and Max started laughing making the glitter bomb move his glare to the two of you. This time it was Max pulling you along as Charles advanced. “Come on Y/L/N!” Throwing you over his shoulder as he ran. Your laughter making Max have a wider smile than the Paddock has ever seen as you ran from your teammate and oldest friend covered head to toe in silver glitter.

He set you down once you reached the safety of Redbull, your chest raising rapidly that carefree smile he loves so much on your face as he looked down at you caressing your cheek. “He’s going to kill you one of these days.” You leaned up pressing soft kisses to his jawline. “You’ll save me before he does.”

“Y/n come on!” Your trainer yelled, making you groan. You hated running around the track it felt no matter what part of the world you were in the sun beamed off the concrete making it unbearably hot. Trudging through the garage you quickly texted Max hoping he’d give you an excuse to skip but not getting a text back, with a sigh you met your trainer and started walking to the track not noting all the extra people around with cameras.

“I forgot my phone you go ahead I’ll catch up.” They ran back to the paddock before you could say anything, with a shrug you walked through the gate onto the track, not paying attention until you came across two cars parked on the track. It was two matte black cars one was a honda NSX with Your country flag as the stipe down the middle exactly like your 458, and the other was a Ferrari with the Dutch flag. In your confusion, you spun around looking for an explanation gasping as you saw Max behind you, on one knee.  

“I’m ready to join the dark side, but only with you as my wife, Will you marry me?” Holding up the most perfect ring, in his shaky hands showed how nervous he was. Nodding your head tears filling both of your eyes Max’s eyes widened, “Yes?” He asked to be sure at your wordless answer. “Yes Yes Yes!” You shouted. Max stood up wrapping you in his arms spinning you around, pressing kisses all over your face until you pulled his lips to meet yours. Breaking apart he slid the ring on your shaking hand. “I love you future Mrs. Verstappen,” he spoke against your hand he pulled to his lips kissing the ring. “I love you too Mr. Verstappen.” Pressing your foreheads together basking in the moment.

Walking hand and hand back through the paddock getting cheers from the crews you laughed seeing yours and Maxs garage covered in balloons ‘Congratulations to the future Mr and Mrs!’ Scrolled across the huge banner. Christian Horner giving you both hugs, “Never thought I’d be happy to welcome a Ferrari driver into the family.” He joked making Max pull you closer. “Neither did i.” Your fiancé teased making you lightly hit him in the arm.

You pushed yourself out of his grip seeing Charles walking over with a box in his hands opening his arms for a hug, “Ugh can’t believe my best friend is going to be a Verstappen,” he shuddered in horror making you laugh. “Here.” Taking the box he held out you pulled the ribbon off a glitter bomb going off on you and Max.

Charles took off running yelling between his laughter, “It’s heart shaped!”

You looked up to your future husband whose eyes were closed, brushing off said pink hearts out of his hair making him look at you. “Sure you want to marry into this?” Max smiled pressing a kiss to your head and nodding. “For life baby.”

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Crying, sobbing, throwing up because I'm just thinking about me and a couple of friends being chased by Jason Voorhees in the dead of the night, but then a friend pushes him into the lake and he starts drowning. And since I know he has a crippling fear of water because he of his past (mean bullies), I'd jump in and save him despite the fact that he was gonna murder me a few minute ago.

And by the time we both recover, I look around just in time to see my friends driving away in my car, thus abandoning me. And I just break down because I've been left for dead without so much as a glance back, and Jason is just watching me and in his mind, he thinks I have a phobia of abandonment just like he has a phobia of water bodies, so bless his heart, he decides to "take me in" and NEVER let me be alone for the rest of my life. And that's how he becomes a yandere, not realising that I just a had a moment of weakness because I'd been so exhausted emotionally which lead to a mental breakdown and that I actually do wanna go home but he won't let me.

He's just ugh- so cute. He'd carry me all the way back to his home, not affected by my punches or wriggling because to him, I'm just a frail kitten. He takes care of my wounds, changes me (by force) into his dry clothes and then cuddles me to sleep by affectively trapping my body under him. Sure, I almost suffocate to death, but I was too tired to push him off (not that I could if I wanted too).

The next day, I'd wake up to him staring at me(and I almost have a heart attack) and when I try to push him off again, he doesn't budge until I tell him I wanna use the toilet. He then leads me to the bathroom and actually tries to accompany me inside. I freak out, tell him no, he doesn't move because he believes I will have another meltdown if I am left alone for even 2 minutes so he must accompany me at all times. I give him some shit about trust and stuff, and he gives into it, but the moment the door closes, I'm climbing out of the bathroom window and risk breaking a bone. Obviously after 2 minutes, Jason breaks in and when he doesn't find me in there, he rushes after me, tackles me down and then carries me back inside.

Now, I'm forced to hold hands with him at all times. When im cooking because Jason doenst know how to cook for shit, we're holding hands. When he lifts the coffee table for me to clean under, we're still holding hands. And when it's time for bathroom, he gives me the option to either keep the door open OR wear a bell. I choose the latter. And when it's time for him to use the loo, I either have to hold his hand while he showers(with the shower curtains in place, but his head peeks out of it every once in a while to check up on me) OR have to keep the door open with my back turned when he pees.

Eventually, I accept my fate because I can't outrun him really and honestly, he kinda grows on me with his golden retriever energy. Rare as it is, we do have to go out for groceries and stuff. And since Halloween is coming up and hes a big fan, we're out buying costumes and a lot of candy.

Some people have already started dressing up and somehow, he accidentally let go of my hand when he was momentarily distracted by his people wearing his costume. And I mistake someone else dressed up like him and start following that guy to wherever he's going. But the moment Jason realises he's lost me and then sees me following a wannabe Jason in the distance, he is running after me like this:

He's just so cute. I love him.

[actually-correct-drawfee]

I used to watch drawfee all the time but I ended up stopping for a few years (life stuff happened and I kinda forgot about them? Idk), I started watching again but now I feel like I have so much to catch up on and there's so many memes/jokes I don't know. Is there a sort of "best of" list I could find to help me catch up again? :')

I don't have one on hand, but I'm sure me and the others following can help catch you up! And its super valid to just forget, haha! Ive done that with several youtubers now that I have to catch up with!

I don't know how far back you started or stopped, but I'll list some common reoccuring jokes I can think off of the top of my head! I'll try not to spoil them too much so if you want to watch the videos yourself, you can!

Jacob's Yogurt obsession/ Yogi boy: Jacob was spoonfed a ton of yogurt at an event while wearing ~100 t-shirts. The original video can be found here, and another lore bit can be found here around 17:30

Todd from Mario: Karina misread a suggestion for 'Toad from Mario' on stream once, and mistakenly read 'Todd from Mario'. He became a sort of deity in Drawfee, but when they tried to make merch of him, Nintendo sent a DMCA.

Sonic Butthole Saga: Karina drew Sonic naked and ass up on a bed after a shower during a Random Shape episode. It's now a running thing where if it's a Random Shape challenge or anything similar, she'll continue the saga. There's currently 5 panels, which include Y/N, Sonic, Knuckles, and Tails. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Jacob Horse: Jacob, for the life of him, can't draw a damn horse.

Julia can't do Pokemon: Julia has little to no experience with Pokemon whatsoever, which gives us things like Spheal and Shuckle, as well as Back Sprites and Vibe-emon

Karina and Yu-Gi-Oh: Damn does she like Yu-Gi-Oh. Includes favorites like "Is it a Yu-Gi-Oh episode we're doing?", Karina's episode of Yu-Gi-Oh flavor text, and her technically not Drawfee Kaiba-Defence-Hour

Bone Game: Series where they draw animals based on their skulls. Found here, here, and a reverse

Cats 2019: We can't make it a month without a Cats reference.

I'm sure there's others that folks can comment, but for now, some honorable mentions of some fan favorite episodes:

The April Fool's video that lost them 300 subscribers and had me actually crying from laughter

Is the nose... big?

If anyone asks, I did this.

Do you know what a rectangle is? Artists Draw Perfectly Normal Cats

Shod toes contitty and I'm not afraid to say it! Mixed emotions ep

The Tarot Ep is a CLASSIC

I'd also recommend checking out @deepblueink2d 's YouTube under DeepBlueInk! They do some (incredible) Drawfee animations of some of the best bits and jokes! Also, the •classic• tag has a list of some really popular quotes and the video name underneath! I'm sure others will add on too! Welcome back freak (affectionate)

[ms-snape]

FIRST MEETING (world cup)

Summary: Y/n meets Hakim Ziyech after Morocco qualify in the Semi-final.

Y/n's POV

I hug the pillow over my head unable to face the daylight, but hey with a manager/best friend like Leila I didn't have much choice.

"Come on Y/n, I have to get you ready for the game," she said as she rummaged through the hotel room closet.

"but the match is at 6pm, it's only 12 o'clock" I say checking the time in my phone.

"Yeah, but you should go sooner because of all the paparazzi" sometimes it was really exhausting being a celebrity, with all the paparazzi ruining my life, all the relationships I had until then it was all over because of them. I slowly get up from the bed and walk over to Leila who was still rummaging through the closet, I reach out and pull out a Morocco jersey and jeans.

"you're taking your head too much, I'm not going to wear a stupid and shiny dress for a game, that would be ridiculous" I said while I was going to the bathroom to take a shower.

Hakim's POV:

I would be lying if I said that I was not nervous for the game against Portugal, if we ever won this game it was straight to the semi-final, we had passed so many teams, among them Spain and now the Portugal, provided luck is on our side again.

"Ready for one of the most important matches of our careers?" Soufyan approached Achraf and I shook my head as I tightened my shoelaces.

Y/n's POV:

~After the game~

I was watching all the moroccans in the stadium celebrating which made all the fans morocco go through to the semis with a 1-0 win over portugal i wish i could have stayed and savored the win longer but that would mean dealing with harassment from the paparazzi, so I got up and joined the bodyguard who was to escort me outside, but my plan was obviously for nothing once near the exit door the camera flashes dazzled me.

"Shit" I mumble suddenly I felt a hand grab my wrist and drag me to a dark place.

"I think we sowed them" a deep voice said to me, suddenly a light flooded the room, I could now see that we were in a kind of janitor's closet, I look at the man who had saved me from paparazzi who turns out to be...

Hakim Ziyech

(Thanks) I manage to say

"No problem, I know it must be hard the pressure they give you." He smiled at me and I felt something really weird.

"Oh I'm Hakim by the way" he said stretching out his hand, I shake it saying

"Y/n"

"I know, you're kind of famous" he said which made me blush.

"I'm not the only one famous in this room, well done for the grading by the way" we spent the next hour talking about everything and nothing until we were sure the paparazzi were gone.

"The way is clear I think" he said looking left and right of the corridor to check, it was totally deserted, suddenly I remember that my phone was in airplane mode, I turn it on and see that I have 67 missed call from Laila, the poor thing must have been worried after 2 hours without any news, I decided to send her a little text message to reassure her.

"Shall I drop you off?" Hakim asks me.

"No it's good you've already done too much for me"

"I insist, plus there's no one to take you back" he said taking out his keys, I shrug my shoulders and he makes me sign to follow him which I do without hesitation, on the way to my hotel Laila sent me a texto.

~Be careful when you come there are paparazzi in front of the hotel~

"What is it?" Hakim seemed to notice my disgusted expression.

"My manager just texted me, apparently there are paparazzi outside the hotel" I said putting both hands to my face, I felt the car stop and a hand landed on my thigh.

"It will be fine Y/n" he tries to reassure me.

"I really wished I had a normal life ," I sighed.

"A lot of celebrities want that, all because of people who just want to see them freak out, so don't give them that satisfaction, understand?" I nod my head looking him straight in the eyes, the look lasted a few seconds before he started the car again. Arrive at the hotel he parked a little further to avoid the votours.

"There's a back door over there" he said getting out of the car I did the same and followed him to the door which fortunately was open.

"I think that's where we part," I said, smiling at him.

"It'll be a shame if this is the last time we see each other, he began before pulling out his phone, so maybe we should go out one of these days."

"I would like that, but after the world cup to keep you focused"

Two months later

I heard my phone ringing taking me out of a wonderful dream that I won't write to you, I let out a hateful sigh against the person on the other end of the line who immediately evaporated when I saw who it was, "Hakim <3", the famous Moroccan footballer and I had started dating since the World Cup despite Morocco losing in the semi-finals, I clear my throat to remove all traces of sleepiness from my voice before dropping out.

(hi) I heard him greet me and just one word from him made me smile ear to ear, it still had the same effect on me even after all the dates we had.

(Hi) the greeting back.

"sorry if I woke you up, I know it's early" he started to apologize, and God, I could forgive this man anything.

"No no it's okay, so in wich honor is this calling?" I asked him.

"well, I was wondering if you were free tonight?" I could hear the hesitation

"it depends for what"

"to have dinner with me" I felt my heart skip a beat, we had been on quite a few dates, but not the kind of dinner party, despite that I already knew my answer.

"I would love to" I said before Leila walked into my room without knocking of course, thinking I was still sleeping, so you can imagine her surprise when she saw me well and truly awake on my bed talking on the phone.

"Good Hakim, see you tonight," I hung up while Leila gave me her smirk.

"Shut up!" I shouted, she started laughing to which I responded by throwing a pillow over her head.

Hakim's pov

I was laying on the bed thinking about the night I'm going to spend with Siham tonight, I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel attracted to her, because I clearly was and that was a relief. t to learn that she was also living in Italy, it would have been torture to live far from her.

" are you still sleeping?" A voice made me jump. I get up to see my brother at the door.

" Knock before entering" I glare at him.

"I thought you were sleeping, after all you don't have practice" today he dares his shoulders, I get out of bed and head to the kitchen to prepare my breakfast.

"there is the PSG match against Bayern Munich tonight, we watch it together?" He proposed to me, in other circumstances I would have accepted, because we often watch matches together except that tonight I couldn't.

"no, I have other plans" I simply tell him, he looks at me frowning

"Do you have a date?"

"how you?" I start my question but he interrupts me immediately.

"It's February 14, Hakim , Valentine's Day, you can't have any other plans than to go out with a girl" it made sense.

"so who is the poor girl? I know her?" He asked, I shrugged and turned to my cup of coffee. "maybe you've heard of her before, but I doubt you know her personally"

"what's her name?" I hesitated to answer this question, but decided to do it .

"Y/N, her name is Y/N" I confessed, he smirked and I knew that was the start of a series of questions.

"where are you taking her?"

"I rented a restaurant for the evening," I told him effortlessly, waiting for the next stupid question, but I certainly wasn't expecting what followed.

"You love her?" I didn't know what to answer to her,of course I cared about her and everything but I don't know if I'm in love with her, that would be a big word.

"I don't know"

I sighed

well, I'm sure you'll have the answer to this question tonight, by the way, what are you going to wear?"

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That's it

Thank you for reading and see you soon for a new imagine.

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