#also how did it take me so long to put that together 💀💀

[egobraindeath]

omg i just realized the Mudstone Abyss is an allegory for the Tower of Babel and how the Citizens of Free Will see Kevin as a religious power hungry force in the community, is akin to King Nimrod from myth (and obviously, everyone speaking incomprehensibly as they build the tower/ dig the abyss)

[23victoria]

Am I Still Me? ❀

f1 grid x fem!reader, charles leclerc x fem!reader

wc: 6.6k+

summary: the aftermath of y/n’s horrible crash in suzaka, part 2 to ready, set, suzuka!!

warnings: cussing, angsty, sad, kinda depressing ig, emotional and physical trauma

authors note: sorry i took so long with this, honestly didn’t know what to write 😭💀, also if you get some of the references i put in here and characters names you a real one!! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!!

PART 1

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The beeping of machines, the sterile smell of antiseptic, the distant murmurs of nurses and doctors—it all blurs together into a foggy haze. When you finally open your eyes, it’s like surfacing from a deep, dark ocean. The light is too bright, the sounds too sharp. Your body feels heavy, achingly so, and it takes a moment for the fog to clear enough for you to remember why you're here.

The Japan Grand Prix. The crash. The pain.

Your vision focuses slowly, revealing the worried faces of your parents, sitting by your bedside. Your mother's eyes are red-rimmed, and your father's face is etched with concern. When they see you awake, relief floods their expressions.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” your mother whispers, her voice thick with emotion. “You’re awake.”

You try to speak, but your throat is dry and scratchy. Your dad quickly offers you a sip of water, helping you take small, careful sips.

“How long…?” you manage to croak out, your voice barely more than a whisper.

“About a week,” he replies gently. “They had you in an induced coma to help your body heal.”

You try to take in the information, but your mind is sluggish, struggling to process it all. You notice the casts on your left leg, the bandages wrapped around your torso. Every breath sends a dull ache through your ribs.

“Your injuries were severe,” your mom says softly, as if reading your thoughts. “The doctor said you had a punctured lung and liver, three broken ribs, a laceration to your kidney, and broken femur and tibia in your left leg. The doctors… they did everything they could.”

The gravity of her words sinks in slowly. You close your eyes, tears escaping, feeling the weight of your injuries, the immense road to recovery ahead.

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The days blur together, filled with endless medical procedures and physical therapy sessions. The pain is constant, a relentless companion that gnaws at your resolve. The physical therapy is grueling, each session pushing your body to its limits. Your left leg, encased in a cast, feels like it’s made of lead. The simplest movements send waves of pain through you.

Your parents are always there, their support unwavering, but you can see the toll it’s taking on them. They try to hide it, but you notice the way your mother’s hands tremble when she thinks you’re not looking, or the way your father’s shoulders sag with exhaustion.

It’s not just the physical pain that wears you down. The psychological toll is immense. The fear, the uncertainty—it’s all-consuming. The thought of never racing again haunts you, a dark cloud that looms over every waking moment.

Despite their best efforts, the doctors and therapists can’t hide the reality from you. Your injuries are severe, and the road to recovery is long and uncertain. There are no guarantees that you’ll ever be able to race again.

A few weeks into your recovery, your finally allowed visitors, you receive a visit from Max. He enters the room with a tentative smile, looking unsure of how to approach you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says, his voice soft. “How are you holding up?”

You force a smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “I’ve been better,” you admit, your voice tinged with bitterness.

Max sits beside your bed, his expression serious. “I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re going through,” he says. “But I want you to know that we’re all here for you. Whatever you need.”

You nod, grateful for his words but unable to shake the feeling of despair that clings to you. “Thanks, Max,” you say quietly. “It means a lot.”

He stays for a while, chatting about the latest races and team developments, trying to lift your spirits. But when he leaves, the emptiness returns, heavier than before.

Lewis visits next, his brotherly presence a comforting balm. He’s always been a source of inspiration and comfort for you, and seeing him now brings a glimmer of hope.

“Hey Y/N/N,” he says warmly, enveloping you in a gentle hug. “It’s so good to see you.”

You manage a weak smile. “Thanks for coming, Lew.”

He sits with you, sharing stories and offering words of encouragement. “You’re one of the strongest people I know,” he tells you. “If anyone can come back from this, it’s you.”

His words touch you deeply, but the doubts still linger.

George's visit is bittersweet. He’s always been like a brother to you, and seeing his concern is both comforting and heartbreaking.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” he says softly, his eyes filled with worry. “How are you holding up?”

You shrug, trying to mask your frustration. “Some days are better than others.”

He takes your hand, squeezing it gently. “I know it’s tough, but you’re not alone in this. We’re all here for you.”

You nod, but the words feel hollow. The reality of your situation is a heavy burden, one that seems to grow with each passing day.

Lando brings a burst of energy into your room, his usual cheeky grin tempered by concern. “Hey, superstar,” he says, trying to lighten the mood. “You’re looking better than I expected.”

You chuckle, appreciating his attempt to make you laugh. “Thanks, Lando. I guess I clean up well.”

He spends the visit telling you funny stories and trying to distract you from your pain. For a brief moment, you almost forget about your troubles. But when he leaves, the emptiness returns with a vengeance.

Oscar visit is quieter, more introspective. He’s always been a man of few words, and today is no different.

“Y/N/N,” he says, his voice gentle. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”

“Thanks, Oscar,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

He sits beside you, his presence a comforting anchor. “So…what do you wanna talk about?,” he says simply.

You look at him surprised, “What do I want to talk about?”

“Yea, what did you want to talk about” he says softly.

“You're not going to tell me that “You're strong, you’ve got this, you're gonna overcome this” you say indifferently.

He shakes his head saying “Nope.”

“Why?” you ask.

“Because I'm pretty sure everyone else who visited you has said the same thing, so I want to know what you want to talk about. Any good shows you’ve been watching? Hospital drama? Yes, no, maybe? Tell me I wanna know” he says gently.

You smile at him, greatly appreciating the normalcy his bring. You smile saying, “Did you bring food?”

He smirks, laughing “Yes I brought you y/f/f.”

You squeal, happy to have some outside food, the hospital starting to bore you. “Yes, there is some hospital drama. Apparently a resident has been sleeping with a neurosurgeon, and get this, he was married the whole time! And he didn’t tell her until his wife showed up last night for a case!” you say opening your bag of food.

Oscar looks at you in shock, “No way! Holy shit! Tell me more!”

Charles visit is the hardest. He’s always been your closest friend on the circuit, and seeing the pain in his eyes is almost too much to bear.

“Y/N/N,” he says, his voice choked with emotion. “I’m so sorry.”

“Charles,” you say, reaching out to take his hand. “It’s not your fault.”

He nods, but you can see the guilt etched into his features. “I know but I still feel like I should’ve been there for you earlier,” he says quietly.

“You were,” you reply, your voice firm. “And you still are.”

He stays with you for a long time, his presence a comforting reminder of the bond you share. But even his support can’t chase away the shadows that cling to your mind.

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One particularly difficult day, you’re in the middle of a grueling physical therapy session. The pain in your left leg is excruciating, and every movement feels like a battle. You’re sweating, gasping for breath, and on the verge of tears.

“I can’t do this,” you whisper, your voice trembling with frustration and pain. “It’s too hard.”

Your physical therapist, a kind but firm woman named Maria, looks at you with sympathy. “I know it’s hard, Y/N,” she says gently. “But you’re stronger than you think. You’ve come so far already. Don’t give up now.”

You want to believe her, but the doubts are overwhelming. The thought of never racing again haunts you, a constant shadow that refuses to be dispelled.

“I’m worried about her, Y/F/N,” your mom says, her voice thick with worry. “She’s losing hope.”

“I know,” he replies, his voice equally troubled. “We need to do something.”

The next day, they call a meeting with all the drivers who have visited you. They gather together like a small conference room, their faces etched with concern.

“Thank you all for coming,” your dad begins, his voice serious. “We wanted to talk to you about Y/N. She’s struggling, and we need your help.”

Your mom nods, her eyes filled with tears. “She’s losing hope, and we’re afraid she’s going to give up. We need you to remind her of the fighter she is, to help her see that she can get through this.”

Lewis, George, Lando, Oscar, Max, and Charles exchange worried glances, their expressions serious. They all care deeply about you, and the thought of you giving up is unbearable.

“We’ll do whatever it takes,” Lewis says firmly. “We’re not going to let her give up.”

The others nod in agreement, their resolve clear. They begin to plan regular visits, phone calls, and messages of encouragement, determined to lift your spirits and help you see the light at the end of the tunnel.

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The next few weeks bring a steady stream of visitors. Max is the first to arrive, his usual confidence tempered by concern.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says, sitting beside your bed. “I brought you something.”

He hands you a small box, and when you open it, you find a miniature model of your race car. “I thought it might help you remember what you’re fighting for,” he says quietly.

You smile, touched by the gesture. “Thank you, Max. It means a lot.”

Lewis is next, bringing a stack of racing magazines and a collection of your favorite movies. “I thought you could use some entertainment,” he says with a smile.

George brings a scrapbook filled with photos and memories from your racing career. “I want you to remember how far you’ve come,” he says softly.

Lando arrives with a box of your favorite snacks and a playlist of uplifting songs. “Music always helps me when I’m feeling down,” he says with a grin.

Oscar arrives with a stack of books, his quiet presence a calming balm. “I know you love to read,” he says simply. “I thought these might help you pass the time.”

Charles comes last, bringing a framed photo of the two of you celebrating after a race. “I want you to remember all the good times we’ve had,” he says softly. “And all the ones we still have ahead of us.”

Their visits bring a small measure of comfort, but the road to recovery remains daunting. The physical pain is relentless, and the psychological toll is equally severe. There are days when you feel like giving up, when the thought of never racing again is too much to bear.

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Today was another day of physical therapy, the room was sterile, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow on the rows of equipment in the physical therapy room. You sat on the padded bench, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead. Your physical therapist, Maria, stood in front of you, her expression firm yet encouraging.

"Alright, Y/N, we're going to try to put a little more weight on your leg today," Maria said, her voice gentle but insistent. "You’re making great progress, but we need to push a bit more."

You nodded mechanically, gritting your teeth. The pain was a constant, gnawing presence in your leg, a cruel reminder of the crash that had shattered more than just your bones. You took a deep breath and tried to stand, but the agony was immediate and overwhelming. You crumpled back onto the bench, gasping.

"Come on, Y/N, you can do this," Maria urged. "Just one more try."

Something inside you snapped. The relentless pain, the frustration, the overwhelming sense of loss—everything boiled to the surface. You exploded.

"NO! NO! NO! I CAN'T DO THIS!" you screamed, your voice echoing off the walls. "I CAN'T! IT HURTS! I'M IN PAIN! AND DON'T YOU TELL ME YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS WHEN YOU DON'T! YOU HAVEN'T LOST THE ABILITY TO WALK! YOU HAVEN'T BEEN TOLD YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO DO THE ONE THING THAT GAVE PURPOSE TO YOUR LIFE!"

The room fell silent, the weight of your words hanging in the air. Maria's face paled, and she took a step back, her hands raised in a placating gesture.

"Y/N, I—" she began, but you cut her off.

"Just please, take me to my room," you said, your voice breaking. "I can't do this anymore."

Maria hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay," she said softly. She turned to call a nurse. "Please take Y/N back to her room."

The nurse arrived within minutes, her face a mask of professional concern. She helped you into a wheelchair and wheeled you down the long, sterile corridors back to your room. The journey was a blur, the walls closing in on you, each turn of the wheel a reminder of your limitations.

Once inside your room, you pushed yourself onto the bed, curling up into a ball. The nurse lingered for a moment, her eyes filled with sympathy.

"Do you need anything, Y/N?" she asked quietly.

"No," you muttered. "Just leave me alone."

The nurse nodded and exited, closing the door softly behind her. The silence that followed was deafening. You lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of despair settle over you. The hours dragged by, each second a reminder of the future that felt increasingly out of reach.

You heard the faint knock on the door but didn’t respond. You knew it was someone coming to check on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. The knocks continued throughout the day, but you ignored them all.

You didn’t eat, didn’t speak, didn’t move. The room grew darker as the hours passed, the light outside fading into night. The pain in your leg was nothing compared to the ache in your heart, the sense of hopelessness that had settled in like a lead weight.

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Nights like this are the hardest. The darkness magnifies your fears, turning whispers of doubt into deafening roars. It’s one of those nights now, the kind where sleep seems impossible. The weight of your injuries and the uncertainty of your future press down on you like a suffocating blanket.

A soft knock on your hospital door interrupts your spiral of despair. It’s Charles, his silhouette framed by the dim light from the hallway. He steps inside quietly, his eyes searching yours with concern.

“Hey,” he says softly, pulling up a chair next to your bed. “I heard what happened, thought I’d check on you.”

You manage a weak smile, but it quickly fades. “Thanks for coming,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “I’m not great company right now.”

He takes your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “You don’t have to be. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

For a moment, the two of you sit in silence, the weight of your shared pain filling the room. Then, the dam breaks.

“I don’t know how to do this, Charles,” you confess, your voice trembling. “Every day feels like a battle, and I’m so tired. I’m scared I’ll never race again. Racing is everything to me. It’s my passion, my dream. And now… I feel like it’s slipping away.”

Tears stream down your face, and Charles moves closer, wrapping his arms around you. You bury your face in his shoulder, letting out all the pain and frustration you’ve been holding in. His embrace is warm and strong, a safe haven in your storm of emotions.

“I know,” he whispers, his voice breaking with emotion. “I know how much racing means to you. It’s not fair what’s happened. It’s not fair that you’re hurting like this.”

You pull back slightly, looking into his eyes. You can see the tears there too, the raw pain he’s been holding back. “Charles, I feel like my life is over. If I can’t race… what’s the point? It’s all I’ve ever wanted. Without it, I don’t know who I am.”

He cups your face in his hands, his eyes filled with determination and love. “Y/N, you are so much more than a racer. You’re strong, and brave, and passionate. You’ve touched so many lives, including mine. This injury doesn’t define you. You do.”

You shake your head, the weight of despair still heavy on your heart. “But what if I can’t do it? What if I can never race again?”

Charles’s grip on you tightens, his voice firm but gentle. “Then we’ll find a new dream, together. But I believe in you, Y/N. I’ve seen what you can do. You’ve overcome so much already. Don’t give up now.”

His words pierce through the fog of your despair, lighting a small spark of hope. “But what if I fail? What if I can’t come back from this?”

Charles’s eyes lock onto yours, filled with a fierce resolve. “Then I’ll be there to catch you, every step of the way. We’ll face it together, no matter what. You’re not alone in this, and you never will be.”

The sincerity in his voice, the unwavering support in his eyes, brings fresh tears to your eyes. “Charles, I’m so scared.”

“I know,” he whispers, his own tears falling freely now. “And it’s okay to be scared. But don’t let fear steal your dreams. We’ll fight this, one day at a time.”

You lean into him, your hearts beating in sync as you cry together, the shared pain and love binding you closer than ever. In his arms, you find a flicker of hope, a reason to keep fighting.

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The next day your parents come in, their expressions filled with concern. They sit on either side of your bed, each taking one of your hands.

“Y/N,” your mother says softly, her voice filled with emotion. “We know you’re going through a lot. But we’re here for you, every step of the way.”

Your father nods, his grip on your hand firm and reassuring. “You’re not alone in this. We’re all rooting for you. And so are your friends.”

You nod, but the doubts still linger. The thought of facing another day of pain and struggle is almost too much to bear.

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It’s been five miserable and grueling months in the hospital. You’ve improved a lot, the doctors say but you just feel like you're stuck in limbo, going nowhere. Today you receive a surprise visit from all the drivers at once. Lewis, George, Lando, Oscar, Max, and Charles fill your room, their presence a comforting reminder of the support you have.

“Hey, superstar,” Lando says with a grin. “We’ve got a little surprise for you.”

He hands you a small box, and when you open it, you find a collection of letters and messages from fans all over the world. Each one is filled with words of encouragement and support, reminding you of the impact you’ve had on so many lives.

You feel a lump in your throat as you read through the letters, each one a reminder of why you started racing in the first place. The passion, the thrill, the joy—it’s all still there, buried beneath the pain and fear.

“We’re not going to let you give up,” Max says firmly. “You’re one of the strongest people we know. And we believe in you.”

Lewis nods, his expression serious. “You’ve overcome so much already. This is just another challenge, and we know you can get through it.”

George takes your hand, his eyes filled with determination. “We’re here for you, Y/N/N. Every step of the way.”

The others nod in agreement, their support unwavering. In that moment, you feel a flicker of hope, a small but growing light in the darkness.

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As the days fly by, the recovery process grinds on. The physical and psychiatric therapy sessions remain grueling, one pushing your body to its limits and the other peeling back layers of fear and doubt you didn't even know existed. You're forced to confront not just the physical pain, but the emotional turmoil of possibly losing the one thing that has defined you for so long: racing.

“Tell me about your fears, Y/N,” Dr. Yang, your therapist, prompts gently during one of your sessions.

You take a deep breath, the words sticking in your throat. “I’m terrified that I’ll never be the same again,” you admit. “Racing was everything to me. It was my passion, my identity. What if I can’t do it anymore? What if I’m not...me?”

Dr. Yang nods, her eyes full of understanding. “It’s natural to feel that way. But remember, you’re more than just a driver. You have other strengths, other passions.”

You shake your head, frustration bubbling up. “But I don’t want to be anyone else. I don’t know how to be anyone else. Racing was my life. Without it, I feel...lost.”

Dr. Yang leans forward, her voice soft but firm. “You’ve been through a traumatic experience, Y/N. It’s okay to feel lost right now. But this is also an opportunity to discover new parts of yourself, to grow in ways you never imagined.”

The thought of having to reinvent yourself is daunting. The stress and anxiety of not being able to race again loom large, casting long shadows over your recovery. Each day is a battle against these fears, a struggle to hold onto the hope that you can still find a way back to the track.

Each therapy session, both physical and psychiatric, feels like an uphill battle. The pain, both physical and emotional, is relentless, and the progress often feels painfully slow.

During one particularly tough session, you break down. “I don’t know if I can do this,” you sob, the tears streaming down your face. “I don’t know if I can ever be the Y/N I used to be.”

Dr. Yang sits quietly for a moment, letting your words hang in the air. “You’re right,” she says finally. “You might never be the same Y/N you were before the accident. But that doesn’t mean you can’t find a new version of yourself, one who is just as strong and passionate, even if in different ways.”

Her words strike a chord, the truth of them both painful and liberating.

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One day, after a successful therapy session, you receive another surprise visit from Charles. He enters the room with a bright smile, holding a small box.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” he says, his voice filled with warmth. “I’ve got something for you.”

You open the box to find a small, intricately designed keychain in the shape of a racing car. “It’s beautiful,” you say, touched by the gesture.

“It’s a reminder,” Charles says softly. “Of your passion, your strength, and your determination. No matter what happens, you’re still a racer at heart.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes, but this time they’re tears of gratitude. “Thank you, Charles,” you say, your voice choked with emotion. “I needed this.”

He smiles, his eyes filled with warmth. “We all believe in you, Y/N. And we’re here to help you every step of the way.”

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The days that follow are still hard, but the nights are a little easier with Charles by your side. One night, as you’re lying in bed, exhausted from another day of therapy, Charles sits beside you, his hand gently stroking your hair. “You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said,” he begins, his voice soft and contemplative.

“About what?” you ask, your curiosity piqued.

“About racing being your life, your dream,” he replies. “I get it. Racing is my dream too. But I’ve realized something important. Dreams can evolve. They can grow. And sometimes, when one dream ends, it makes room for a new one.”

You look at him, your eyes searching his. “What do you mean?”

He smiles, a small, hopeful smile. “I mean that no matter what happens, you’re not defined by this one thing. You have so much passion, so much drive. If racing isn’t in the cards anymore, I know you’ll find something else that lights that fire in you. And I’ll be there to support you, every step of the way.”

His words are like a balm to your soul, soothing the deep wounds of doubt and fear. “Thank you, Charles,” you whisper, your voice filled with gratitude. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he replies, his voice filled with unwavering conviction. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

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The days continue to blur together, but with each passing week, you begin to see more progress. The pain is still there, but it’s no longer as overwhelming. The therapy sessions remain challenging, but you start to look forward to them, eager to see how far you can push yourself.

Your friends and family continue to visit regularly, their support a constant source of strength. Max, Lewis, George, Lando, Oscar, and Charles all make it a point to check in on you, their encouragement lifting your spirits.

And through it all, Charles is by your side, his presence a comforting reminder that you’re not alone in this fight. His unwavering support, his quiet strength, his deep love—they’re the anchors that keep you grounded, the lights that guide you through the darkest nights.

As the months continue to pass, you begin to see more and more progress. The pain is still there, but it’s no longer as overwhelming. The therapy sessions remain challenging, but you start to look forward to them, eager to see how far you can push yourself.

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It's been six months since the accident. Half a year of relentless therapy, sleepless nights, and countless tears. But today, as you sit in the hospital's discharge room, a sense of cautious optimism fills the air.

Dr. Yang, your psychiatrist, and Dr. Miller, your orthopedic specialist, sit across from you. Dr. Miller adjusts his glasses and smiles warmly. "Y/N, I have to say, your progress has been remarkable. You're officially discharged."

You exhale, a weight lifting off your shoulders. "Thank you, Dr. Miller. Thank you, Dr. Yang."

Dr. Miller nods. "Remember, Y/N, this is just the beginning. You'll need to continue with your physical therapy and workouts to strengthen your body. We also need you to come in for your planned appointments. But if you keep up the good work, we're hopeful you could start racing again by next year."

Dr. Yang chimes in, "In about a month, you can begin to slowly train with your racing trainers to get back to racing. We know how much this means to you."

The relief washes over you. The thought of getting back behind the wheel, even if it's just in training, ignites a flicker of hope.

"Thank you both," you say, your voice trembling with emotion. "I can't wait to get back to it."

As you leave the discharge room, your heart pounds with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The past six months have been a rollercoaster of emotions, but today, you feel a renewed sense of purpose.

When you step out of the hospital doors, a loud cheer erupts. There, standing together, are the boys: Charles, Lewis, George, Lando, Oscar, and Max. They hold up a large banner that reads, "Welcome Back, Y/N!" and they're all grinning from ear to ear.

Charles is the first to reach you, pulling you into a tight hug. "We knew you could do it," he whispers.

Lewis steps forward next, a proud smile on his face. "Told you, didn't I? You're stronger than you think."

George gives you a high five, his excitement palpable. "Y/N’s back in action!"

Lando and Oscar cheer loudly, their enthusiasm infectious. "We missed you!" they say in unison.

Max, usually so stoic, actually looks emotional. "You had us worried for a while, but we never doubted you'd be back."

You laugh, wiping away happy tears. "Thank you, guys. I couldn't have done this without your support."

Charles takes your hand, his eyes shining with pride. "Let's get you home."

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The drive home is filled with laughter and lighthearted banter. The boys recount stories from the past six months, filling you in on all the racing drama you've missed. It's comforting to know that life has continued on the track, even as you've fought your personal battles.

Once home, you step into your apartment, which has been kept in perfect order by your parents. The familiar surroundings bring a sense of peace. Your parents are there, tears of joy in their eyes as they welcome you back.

"You're home, sweetheart," your mom says, hugging you tightly.

Your dad smiles, his pride evident. "We're so proud of you, Y/N."

Over the next few weeks, you settle into a routine. Physical therapy sessions continue, and you push yourself harder than ever, determined to regain your strength. The boys visit often, their presence a constant source of encouragement.

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A month later, you're cleared to start light training with your racing trainers. The anticipation is overwhelming as you step into the familiar surroundings of the training facility. Your trainer, Tyler, greets you with a wide smile.

"Welcome back, Y/N. Ready to get to work?"

You nod, your heart pounding with excitement. "Absolutely."

The training is rigorous, but the thrill of being back in the environment you love so much drives you forward. The first time you sit in a simulator again, your hands tremble slightly, but as you grip the wheel, a sense of calm washes over you. This is where you belong.

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As the months pass by, your progress is nothing short of extraordinary. Your body grows stronger, and your confidence begins to return. You start to believe that racing again is not just a distant dream but a tangible reality.

One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, you go to visit Charles at his apartment, you sit with Charles on the balcony, looking out over the city lights.

"I was so scared," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "Scared that I'd never feel this again. The rush, the passion."

Charles wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. "I know. But look at you now. You're doing it, Y/N/N. You're coming back stronger than ever."

You smile, resting your head on his shoulder. "I couldn't have done it without you, without all of you."

He kisses the top of your head. "We'll always be here for you."

"Charles," you begin, your voice soft but filled with sincerity, "Thank you. Through everything that's happened, you've been my rock. You stayed by my side, through the tears, the pain, the doubt. You've been my anchor, keeping me grounded when I felt like I was drowning."

Charles reaches out, gently taking your hand in his. "Y/N," he says, his eyes searching yours, "you don't have to thank me. I care about you more than anything in this world. When I saw what happened, I was scared. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. I'm just grateful that you're here with me today."

Tears well up in your eyes as you squeeze his hand, overcome with emotion. "Charles, you mean everything to me. I don't know what I would do without you."

He brushes a tear from your cheek, his touch gentle and comforting. "I love you, Y/N" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've loved you from the moment I met you. And now, seeing you here, stronger than ever, I know that my love for you will never waver."

You meet his gaze, your heart bursting with love. "I love you," you say, the words spilling from your lips like a prayer. "With all my heart and soul, now and forever."

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It’s a new year, the new racing season buzzed with anticipation. Rumors swirled like wildfires about Mercedes’ new driver. Speculation ran rampant—some said it could be Sebastian Vettel, making a surprise return, while others thought it might be another seasoned veteran. Few dared to hope that it could be Y/N, the driver whose crash had left a deep scar on the hearts of fans worldwide. Yet, the more optimistic whispered her name with a sense of defiant hope.

As the Australian Grand Prix approached, Mercedes remained tight-lipped, stoking the fires of speculation. The paddock was electric with curiosity, journalists and fans alike desperate for any clue. The suspense reached a fever pitch during the free practices and qualifying rounds, as an anonymous driver in the silver arrow of Mercedes set blazing lap times, ultimately securing third place on the grid.

Race day dawned bright and clear, the air humming with excitement. The stands were packed, and millions of eyes worldwide were glued to their screens, waiting for the moment of revelation. As the clock ticked down to the start of the race, the Mercedes garage was a hive of activity, the tension palpable.

Then, the announcement came over the loudspeakers: “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to meet Mercedes’ new driver.” The garage doors opened, and out stepped Y/N, her familiar figure met with a moment of stunned silence before the crowd erupted into deafening cheers. The roar of support was overwhelming, a testament to the impact she had made in her career and the resilience she had shown in her recovery.

Sky Sports' David Croft, commonly known as Crofty, was almost speechless as he watched her walk to her car. “What an incredible moment, ladies and gentlemen. Y/N L/N, a name synonymous with tenacity and talent, has made her triumphant return to Formula One. After everything she’s been through, to see her here, ready to race, is nothing short of miraculous. Welcome back, Y/N.”

You waved to the crowd, heart swelling with emotion. You climbed into the car, focus shifting to the task at hand. You were back where you belonged.

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As the lights went out, signaling the start of the race, your heart pounded with adrenaline. You launched off the line, holding your position through the first few corners. The car feeling like an extension of yourself, every movement precise, every decision calculated.

“Alright, Y/N, keep it steady. We’ve got a long race ahead,” Amaria’s voice crackled through your earpiece. Her calm tone was a steady anchor in the chaos of the race.

Lap after lap, you pushed the car to its limits, the memory of your accident a ghost that spurred on rather than holding you back. You were in the zone, overtaking with surgical precision and defending your position fiercely. On lap 15, you made a daring move on Max, slipping past him into second place. The crowd went wild, the roar echoing in your ears even through your helmet.

“Great move, Y/N. You’re doing fantastic,” Amaria cheered, her voice filled with pride.

As the race progressed, you found herself closing in on Lewis. You knew the pit stops would be crucial. On lap 28, you dove into the pits, the crew executing a flawless stop. You rejoined the race in third but quickly reclaimed back second position, setting your sights on first place.

“Pace is looking good, tires are optimal,” Amaria updated. “Keep pushing, you’ve got this.”

Your focus was razor-sharp, every muscle in your body attuned to the car’s movements. You chipped away at the gap, each lap bringing you closer to the leader. By lap 45, you were on Lewis’s tail, and with a brilliant maneuver, you overtook him, claiming the lead.

The final laps were a blur of speed and strategy. Lewis was close behind, pushing hard, but your determination was unyielding. Your hands gripped the steering wheel, eyes scanning the track ahead, your mind calculating every possible outcome.

“Just a few more laps, Y/N. You’re almost there,” Amaria’s voice was a lifeline, keeping you grounded.

Lap 56 came, and the crowd’s anticipation was palpable. You held your ground, defending your position with the skill and tenacity that had earned you a place among the best. As you crossed the line, the checkered flag waving, the realization hit you—you had won. You did it.

The crowd erupted in applause, the noise almost deafening. You parked the car at the P1 sign, the enormity of your achievement washing over you. You climbed out of the car, tears streaming down your face as you celebrated with her team. They lifted you up, their cheers of joy echoing through the paddock.

David Croft’s voice echoed through the stadium, capturing the essence of the moment. “Ladies and gentlemen, today we have witnessed history in the making. From a young girl in her hometown, driven by an insatiable passion for racing, to being the only girl in her karting races, lovingly supported by her parents. She defied the odds to become one of the first women to race in Formula 1. She survived a horrific accident in Suzuka, a nightmare that could have ended her career and dreams. Yet, she faced her darkest fears, battled through unimaginable pain and doubt, and today, she has overcome those scars to win the Australian Grand Prix. Y/N’s journey is nothing short of inspirational, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. Welcome back, Y/N. We could not be any prouder. You have shown us what true courage and determination look like."

Other drivers came to congratulate you—Lewis, Max, Lando, Oscar, and more. Each hug, a testament to the joy and respect they had for your journey and your victory.

You ran towards Charles, your heart bursting with pride. You found each other in the sea of people, and you jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly. “You did it, baby, you did it! I knew you could do it. I’m so proud of you. You’re a winner! You did it! I’m so proud, baby. I love you so much!”

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice choked with emotion.

You stood on the podium, the weight of your journey settling on your shoulders. You have faced the darkest moments and come out stronger, your love for racing and the support of those around you guiding you back to the pinnacle of the sport. The crowd’s cheers were a testament to your resilience, a reminder that no matter how difficult the road, you had found your way back home.

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[kimsmuse]

yandere dilf !!

this was written in gaps, so im not that confident about it?? but here goes nothing. also i fucking love dilfs god. get me a dilf please.

also this was inspired by this one man i saw on my way to my uni admissions and he was there for his daughter 💀 put me in jail fr

the dilf here is in 40s something and the reader in early 20s n i think she switched universities to do her master’s (if you do not like this type of thing please look away <3)

gender neutral!reader (it might be implied femal but the pronouns are they/them) 1.7k words. warnings for age gap yandere behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, obsessive behaviour? dilf is a delusional yandere fr.

yandere!dilf who is (clichè i know, please look away but this is the best thing i can think of) your father’s friend, but not best friend or anything because he lives in another city, but oh you’re moving there for uni and your parents can’t think of anybody else to contact so they call him up !!

but he’s busy when you’re moving so he can’t help :(( oh but did i tell you he was the one who chose that apartment for you to move into?? it was so close to him and his friend said to keep an eye on you so he chose the one which wasn’t even like 5 minutes away. and he wants to be of help to his friend so bad but these board meetings and stuff ://

best believe that when he’s free he’s at your apartment with a bunch of new home essentials, a few groceries that you might need, and this man is ringing up your door. now neither of you had seen each other, heard about the other from the common point that was your father, yes. but to open the door and be in the presence of a man that is that gorgeous?? and he’s just wearing sweatpants and a tshirt?? god.

not to mention a thin chain around his neck that leads to inside his shirt…. kill me really.

anyway, but he’s equally taken back because um, this was his friend’s kid. literal kid. he shouldn’t be thinking about how alluring your appearance was, get your head straight, he tells himself, as you invite him. aren’t the shorts too short….

if sexual tension could have been visible, man would your apartment be full of it.

but he’s nothing but resisting, it’s how he has been single for so long, it’s not that he doesn’t like commitment, but… he likes to tell everyone that he just hasn’t found his The One yet.

“the apartment has come together nicely,” he says as he looks around and it is, you’ve done a great job at it and it reflects the type of person that he assumes you are.

you ask him if he wants something to drink? and he politely rejects your offer, he does not want this thing to escalate because knowing his track record, he can’t stand a minute more near the kitchen island and not think about bending you over, and that was normal for him but god, snap out of it, this is half your own age, he thinks to himself.

and you want him to stay, but again, it is quite fucked up to think about being fucked by your father’s friend and someone your father’s age.

“here,” he gives you all the stuff he brought with and kept it. “that’s all, i have some work i need to do so i’ll take your leave now,” he starts to leave when he looks back again “and, um, my number,”

to which you blush, but remind yourself, it’s only like an authority figure, nothing else. and he tells you his own address, in case there’s ever an emergency.

that is how it begins, and your father leaves a message for him, “please take care of them,” and he acts like it’s a burden but he’s overjoyed inside, he has an excuse…

anyway, fast forward to you starting university, getting a social circle, and he visits you weekly, awkward and short visits but you’re just glad he can grace your apartment like that, you even light up your special candles around for him to notice, and he does, but you don’t know how hard he’s just trying so hard to not snap.

when it’s been almost an year or something, he finally thinks he should sit down or you’ll catch on to him or something (little does he know that all you though of it was the fact that men like him are always busy.)

“so you’ve settled in okay?” he asks, as if the cctv installed outside your door doesn’t already tell him that you bring a steady flow of people home, friends.. un-friends and people he was genuinely jealous of. he was jealous of your friends too, because he desperately wanted to stay platonic with you and he didn’t know how they did that.

the conversation flows from one point to other and suddenly you ask him, “are you married?” and he looks startled at the question so quickly begin to apologise, you did not mean to overstep any boundaries.

“uh, i don’t know, i just haven’t found someone who i would like that much, i guess,” if the tension before was a lot, this was the worst it could get.

he leaves abruptly again, and you watch from your balcony as he pulls his car out of the parking and out, wishing he stayed sometime.

what you did not know though was the fact that the yandere was fully invested in your life, your friends, your daily errands. but this was what taking care of you meant, right?

the last straw came to him when you were at a party, frustrated by the lack of response that older man was giving you, you were desperate to get laid today even if you would end up being upset over the fact that it wasn’t him. but unknown to the fact that the yandere just had this.. odd feeling today? that he has to follow you and when he got to know it was a party? parties are never good news.

and he’s almost dozing off 2 hours later in his car, parked safely at a distance when he think he hears your voice. and sure enough when he takes a peek out, across the street is you, and wait, is that a guy following you.

“i was just kidding i really don’t want to go home with anybody tonight.”

he gets out of the car silently, and the guy who is insistent on getting his dick wet by specifically you, a statement which makes his blood boil, is too busy persuading you to notice the punch that the dilf throws at him from behind. the yandere doesn’t think about what you’ll ask about how he got there and stuff, this was serious and it only reaffirms his ideals that yes, he had to make sure you were safe and he had to follow you, god knows what would have happened if he wasn’t there.

as soon as the guy is knocked out, he looks at you and you look up at him surprised, your mouth forming an ‘o’ but noticing the haze in your eyes, he can feel relief inside.

“you’re here!” you exclaim and you are drunk, he concludes as you hug him. he might actually burst but he feels euphoric right now, as if he could cry, it was like he had this actual fear, what would he do if something happened to you? it was no longer the responsibility or the feeling of being answerable to your dad.

don’t worry after that, he drives you home, but his home. he has to make sure you’re safe at all times, right? what if someone decided to rob your place? or… the guy from earlier? what if he got your address from one of your friends? he couldn’t imagine it.

so there might be a change in plans, you don’t need to tell your dad yet though, or anybody. in fact, you might not need to go out at all. he made more than enough to sustain, and keep you safe, take care of you, like your dad asked, and he is nothing but a loyal friend, isn’t he?

now let's dive into little specifics, shall we?

yandere dilf is completely smitten, he was the first moment he saw you but right now you're at his mercy, and it gave me a hysterical kind of high. 

and he is so so convinced that he's doing what he can to protect you and this is allthat can be done, there's no other way!

he brings you bits and pieces of news that are the most terrible of them all - murders, rapes, all of the worst stuff, so you realize how much of a favour the yandere is doing you by protecting you.

and your dad? as far as he's concerned, you're still going about your daily routine, there’s nothing wrong with it. he makes you call him because he doesn't want to deal with his friend, not yet.

yandere dilf is caring but he's also really short tempered, if he brings you food and you eat it silently without saying anything, he'll snap :(( because you should have said the food was good or you were happy that he brough you that, right?

but he realizes his fault quite soon, he was mature, he shouldn’t act this way with you. and he apologises, someone tell this man an apology means you would try not to do it again. because he does, he keeps on repeating the cycle.

at first you were completely opposed to whatever this weird idea was, but slowly you gave in, when you realized the heights he had thought all of this through to, all you could hope was someone to notice that this wasn't normal and help you. well, someone to notice and try to help you and not be bought off by the money that the yandere dilf gave them.

yandere dilf coddles you; at first this is how he got to break your shell, he patted your head when you did something good, something like eating, drinking water. and you loved it, as much as you hated to admit it, sometimes it felt like you put in so much efforts in your daily life to get people to love you, that it felt like a relief that here he was praising you for doing the smallest of tasks.

yandere dilf does not fuck you. he keeps himself in control, he does not even touch you if you're angry or upset at him, but he knows a few ways and he's bringing you around slowly to the idea of a you and him together creating an us.. he's getting there slowly and surely.

just… please.. don't try to escape or anything, that would really set the process back… or would it accelerate it…?

[barbiiecams]

„need to know“ was so good omggg!! i literally wanted JD to find out and playfully slap his head „don’t even think about hurting her“💀🫣🤭

good over here

drew starkey x reader, proof im not dead! pt 2 to this.

you and drew have been together (sneaking around) for 2 weeks now. nobody has suspected a thing, and you were blessed to keep it that way.

not only this, but you also befriended odessa. you had your doubts about her, but she was actually chill and didn’t see drew like that at all. thank heavens.

not even she knew about what you two had going on, so currently, this was top secret.

right now you were at his apartment, cuddled up on top of him in the living room and watching princess and the frog on his tv.

“when do you think we should tell everyone?” you randomly said.

drew looked like he was in serious thought for a second. “maybe when your brothers dead? not sure.”

you laughed and hit his chest jokingly, him joining in too. it was still a new relationship, and there wasn’t a single soul to know yet. but you lowkey really wanted to show him off and vice versa.

his hand was massaging your head as the other rested on your back, and it was most definitely making you doze off every few minutes.

but you loved it so much. he was really your peace, and you were glad you didn’t give up on trying to convince him to give you a chance a couple of weeks ago.

you were dozing off a lot, really tired from previous activities. but you ended up staying awake after hearing a knock at the door.

drew’s eyebrows furrowed, signaling that he was just confused as you were.

“were you expecting someone today?” you asked him. but before he could answer, the person on the other side starting knocking again.

“open up! it’s me and austin!” the voice yelled. and you knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

JD. your brother.

you couldn’t help the gasp that came out of you, then came drew quickly putting his hand over your mouth.

‘go upstairs,’ he mouthed, and all you could do was comply.

hurrying up the stairs, drew took off the the door. “damn, i’m coming!” he says while taking his time over to the door, just to ensure you were upstairs before he opened it.

you silently listen to their conversation from his bedroom. “what happened to asking if you can come over?” drew says. you can hear austin’s and JD’s footsteps walk into the apartment.

“pfft, like you care. what, you got a girl over or something?” austin teases, and JD snickers.

“what if i did?” drew responds. your eyes immediately roll at the fact he would say that knowing how damn nosy your brother can be.

“oh shit, MYSTERY GIRL, COME OUT HERE!” JD yells out into the house. you hear a slap then your brother saying “ow!” right after.

“nobody’s here, dimwit.” drew shuts him up. you then hear the three of them pull chairs out and sit, and you let out a quiet sigh knowing you were gonna be hiding for a long time.

because of this, you tuned out their conversations. you just used your phone, played with random stuff in his room, and also made mental notes to steal a few of his shirts once you could finally leave.

seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into an hour, and you were still sitting up in his room bored out of your mind. your weekly princess and the frog rewatch shouldn’t have been waiting this long.

you started watching TV in drew’s room, making sure the volume was low enough so that they couldn’t hear it, but also loud enough that you would still be able to.

but it must have been just a bit too loud, because you didn’t even realize that JD was now upstairs using the bathroom.

and you didn’t realize until it was too late.

you heard the toilet flush and the water finish running, but you didn’t even get the chance to process that before you heard your brother’s voice basically teleporting to drew’s room.

“he must still have my damn-” JD cuts himself off when he opens the door and sees you crisscrossed on the bed, frozen at the sight of him.

“y/n? the hell are you doing here? in drew’s room at that?” his face is plastered with confusion.

“umm…” was all you could get out.

“bro drew! why is y/n in your bedroom?�� JD calls out to him, and austin immediately starts laughing.

“shut the fuck up.” drew says to austin before hurrying up the stairs. you literally didn’t know what to do. there was no excuse, no reason, no lie you could come up with as in to why you were in his house. let alone his room.

when drew made it upstairs to the entrance of his bedroom, seeing you in the same crisscrossed position you’ve been in, he started laughing.

“the fuck is so funny?” JD starts to raise his voice, and now austin was up the stairs himself wanting to see the scene with his own eyes.

drew walks over to the bed and sits down with you. “i guess we gotta tell him.”

this makes you giggle, “okay.”

“tell me what? don’t play with me. y/n i told you-”

“oh my goshhhh you don’t own me! i can date whoever i wanna date.”

“DATE?” your brother yells and austin’s jaw drops.

your eyes widen but the quickly relax as you put a hand out. “okay first off chill.”

JD was about to respond, but you were quick to start talking again. “years ago when i was 18, i could understand why it would’ve been a little wrong for me to see him. i’m 21, JD. if i wanna date a 30 year old i can.”

you can see drew’s face cringe from the corner of your eye, “well don’t say it like that.” you give him a quick look about his comment and austin busts out laughing once again.

JD glares at his other friend standing beside him then back to you. “i still don’t see how this is funny.”

you get up and walk over towards him. “i know you still see me as an annoying little sister who you need to protect at all times, but im really in good hands! drew is a great guy, wouldn’t you want me to be with someone like him?”

JD doesn’t respond. he just stays silent for a moment before speaking up. “that age gap don’t bother you?”

you shrug then sit back down. “i needed an actual man anyways.”

drew and austin both start chuckling once again when you say that, but your brother doesn’t find that funny and instead his face just shows disgust.

“whatever. that doesn’t explain why you’re in his room? hiding?” he says.

“it most definitely does. because look it how you reacted.” your eyes roll again.

the cat got your brothers tongue once again. but this time, he lets out a final sigh. a sigh that sounds like acceptance.

“does anyone else know?” he asks

you shake your head. “just you guys now.”

your brother nods, getting over his hinge of anger and not staying mad any longer.

“okay well, you can join us downstairs… i guess.” he speaks up after a few seconds of silence.

getting up from your spot and walking over to hug him, you chuckle at his small hesitation to really accept it even tho he has no other choice. you then make your way downstairs, austin and drew following behind you. before drew could leave tho, JD drops him.

“drew, im telling you man. if i ever have to hear her upset or crying over you-”

“don’t worry,” drew lets out a nervous laugh with his hands up in surrender. “she’s good over here.”

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Hiii I saw ur Scar hcs, and the TD Hybird part really piqued My interest. If Reader (gender-neutral), agreed to it, how would Scar react to it! And also Maybe, if it’s painful (because it probably is, considering it’s like shoving a whole New Lifeforce into your body) would He feel sorry for Reader? (I would feel sorry for myself if it Hurt 💀)

✧˖° scar's reaction to you agreeing to merge with a tacet discord. | scar headcanons.

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ synopsis: after some thought, you agreed to merge a tacet discord with your body just like your lover scar has kept asking you to do! how does he react, and what's the process like?

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ characters involved: scar, gender neutral reader.

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ warnings: none! no serious details of the transformation process, but if it's too much let me know and i'll change the warnings!

⋆ ˚☁️ ⁀➴ notes: hi hi pretty anon!! thank you for sending this wonderful ask in!! had me wondering for a long while how exactly scar shoved that whole other being into himself LOL!! (~ ~)" hope you enjoy this! requests are open as always! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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when you first come to him with the idea, he’ll blink once. then twice. then a third time.

did he hear you right?

he’d at first be shocked that you’d agree

he’s used to asking many people to join the organization and insert a tacet discord into themselves just to be met with rejection time and time again. it's a normal part of his job.

but for you to agree? and it being his lover nonetheless!

scar is over the moon, so happy that you’re aligning with his ideals! he knew you’d come around!

he’d immediately begin talking energetically to you about the side effects that he experiences, and what it’s like being able to transform and merge your body with a whole new life form. 

it takes a lot of preparation for you two to be ready for this event, and when you’re all set up and ready to go, he’s the one that flicks the switch to begin the transformation. 

sparks fly, and a bright white light appears in an instant, almost like lighting. 

and he knows it’s a part of a process, and he knows what it’s like to be in there.

heck, he’s kind of got a manic happy expression seeing how successful the process of putting the tacet discord into you is going.

but can’t help how a small part of him feels his heart drop as he hears you scream, hears the way you’re in pain, sees the way that you’re in tears because of how painful it is.

watching you, his lover, get ripped apart in real time, and then getting pieced back together, hurts a part of him he didn’t expect to feel.

he almost wants to turn it off, to go back, but that in itself is risky. if he stops it  now, he’ll be threatening you with being seriously injured or worse, dead.

so he lets the process finish, basking in your glory and shoving down his worries before it finishes with a halt. 

some smoke appears, but when it settles, there you are.

you most likely have some new scars now or other physical changes due to the process, but he still finds you just as beautiful as you were before. 

he’ll quickly rush to your side and for the next week or so, he’s stuck to your side. his eyes are always on you, and he’s essentially nursing you back to health. 

you will be doted on to the fullest extent, and he’s suddenly the best house husband in the world.

he keeps telling you during this time how excited he is for you, how much of a stronger duo you two will be together, and how he’ll train you to be the best of the best just like he is.

but on the first night that he’s taking care of you, he’ll have his back towards you, sitting on the edge of the bed as you lay down. his tone gets softer, a little out of character for how usually smooth and charismatic he can be. after some silence, he breaks it.

“thank you for doing this for me. for a while, it felt as if this side of me was something i couldn't explain to you, but now, you truly are able to understand me for who i am. i will guide you through this new journey, and i will love you with all i can.”

probably also kisses the back of your hand after he says this KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING-

[lowkeyrobin]

Headcanons for mcyt x reader doing a cooking/baking stream together??

I love your writing!!!

<3

ooooo okay okay!!! yes of course bro ; also thank you!! I appreciate it sm 🫶🫶🫶🫶

MCYT ; cooking/baking stream

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language, grease fires

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

you guys were making lasanga

Garfield jokes every five minutes

there's pasta sauce and cheese everywhere

he's constantly screaming to the viewers because you keep slapping him with the lasagna sheets, cooked or dry

"y/n! help! I'm being assaulted with lasagna sheets!"

he stained his shirt with pasta sauce 💀💀

almost set the house on fire bc he somehow left shit in the oven before preheating it

you turn on music halfway through and it turns into a karaoke stream

"CALIFORNIA GIRLS WERE UNFORGETTABLE-"

RANBOO

you were making soup because you found a good recipe you wanted to try

you accidently spilled the broth and covered your legs in it

he cut himself chopping up the celery (very minor cut dw)

"cooking stream? more like we injure ourselves for two hours stream"

"cooking stream? I hardly know her"

very chaotic but very good soup

during the intervals where you guys were just waiting for things to cook, you started a hashtag on Twitter to ask you guys stuff

and you answered them while keeping an eye on the food

afterwards you guys watch TV and eat your food while still streaming

"normalize eating on stream 2024!"

FREDDIE BADLINU

you were making breakfast for dinner on stream

you had to go use the bathroom while the bacon was cooking and left Freddie to tend to everything for less than a minute

and he started a grease fire.

after he got it extinguished he kinda just stood there waiting for you

meanwhile chat was exploding with panic and laughter

"Hey, y/n, I don't think we're having bacon tonight!"

"What the fuck happened???"

luckily no damage to anything other than the meat

the rest of it was really good though, and the stream had enough action for tonight 💀💀

NIKI NIHACHU

you guys were making cupcakes

you dropped like two eggs 💀💀💀 so while she was getting new ones you were cleaning up all the eggshell fragments and the insides

you got the camera to show stream your fucking mess and someone sent a dono saying "butterfingers ass"

the cackling after that 💀

you're able to get them into the oven though

and while you're waiting for them to cook, you watch dance moms and discuss everything wrong with it

commentary youtubers? I hardly know them

she begins making the icing while you pull the cupcakes out to let them cool

10/10 cupcakes they're amazing

you guys had a pride flag theme so lmao

ALEX QUACKITY

you were supposed to be making pancakes as a little challenge

his are literally raw and he put chocolate chips from the freezer straight in them

"that banana isn't gonna help anything"

"how do you know that??"

flour is everywhere. it looks like a war started

you put to much non-stick spray on the skillet and started a little fire

but Alex to the rescue dw

he couldn't even figure out how to use it and almost sprayed himself in the face!

goes on Twitter later to update that your kitchen was completely fine but the underneath of your microwave is a tiny bit melted

you blame him every time after that 💀💀

"my microwave melted a bit because you don't know how to use a fire extinguisher!"

"youre the one who used too much spray!"

chat always sides with you, too 😭😭

FOOLISH GAMERS

you thought making fried rice was a good idea? wrong

he literally has no idea what's happening

"can you make the scrambled eggs for me while I tend to the vegetables?"

"how many?"

"they're literally on the cabinet"

chat clipping every single funny moment too

"is the rice cooker even on? holy shit you left it on warm"

"I thought that meant it was on!"

"dude you've used this thing before, how long did it take for you to cook it?"

"like, forever"

"oh my god"

fried rice 10/10

he's complaining about the vegetables like he didn't have like two hours to say something about different veggies

[marsfa1ry]

astrology observation 𓇼

(pics from pinterest)

capricorn mercury i love their dry sense of humor and dark sarcasm. my scorpio mercury be giggling like a baby when they tell a joke while everyone else blank stare the native, concerned about their dark humor. also their choice of words is so calculated and careful if developed, no sugarcoating tho, with well aspected could also be poetic. it’s so cute. ahhh my favs

lilith 3h knows how and when to push the button and let that intelligent communicator self take over lol literally can talk themselves out of anything and could wrap someone around their fingers by their words. school and/or siblings might be a hit or miss for them. it’s either good or bad, nothing in between.

mars 1h idk if it’s just me or not moving body when mentally in a better place for a whole day can cause natives a great emotion turmoil like (esp in virgo degree i guess💀) that’s why coping mechanism and serotonin booster includes deep cleaning room, groceries … oh maybe it’s just me ok

not to mention that healthy routine HELPS natives a lot i mean i guess it helps every human being but i feel like it emphasizes when it comes to mars 1h let me know if you resonates or not^^

earth moons with uranus prominent aspects/placements yes earth moons do need a stable routine to help them maintain their mind but with uranus influence esp if making aspects to mc, i think will most likely hate to have a 9-5 work, plus with prominence 9h/sagittarius, spontaneous career life is their go-to. their earth moons still want the stability tho so it could be that they have a stable morning and after work routine etc.

leo moon something about their hair that never fail to catch my attention. it’s like tho they did nothing their hair be thriving.

also something about head bumps because there was this one time i dreamed of a leo moon head bumping me just for me to wake up to an astrology observation (i can’t remember which one😿feel free to inform me so i can put credits here) says head bumping is a lion thing so leo placements tend to do that helpp- but tbh it’s so cute ><

earth moons w fire moons i rarely see astro community talk about this two together like it’s SO underrated. earth moon say the most straightforward, simplest compliments that get fire moon all flustered up and stuff like 😳 and firey do this most random, unprovoked things just to get reaction out of earthy. purely just vibing together. fire moon get earth moon out of their comfort zone, earth moon makes fire moon more grounded. seen them in many long terms relationships.

ex: EDIT : i just found out that brian groomed megan fox and actually so problematic so i deleted this example 🤢

ross lynch (aries moon) - jaz sinclair (capricorn moon)

aishwarya rai (capricorn moon) - abhishek bachchan (aries moon)

ryan gosling (capricorn moon) - eva mendes (leo moon)

moon conjucnt mercury synastry : moon be like ‘bruh you speak my mind’ while mercury ‘you read my emotions and know what to do with them without me talking it out so’ love this

moon conjunct chiron chiron making hard aspect to luminaries (emphasize on moon bcs istg…the pain towards deepest part of ourselves um) can manifest such a big impact in native’s life :,) and which part will be effected depends on houses where it sit in. however, as much as how diverse the conjunction can play out🤭 the same thing that wounded the natives could be the same thing that heal the natives. the key is to mastered the cruel (💀for real like who have this aspect would understand what i mean) chiron. as much as it makes you a severely wounded soldier in inner world’s field ffs, breaking the pattern of chiron can manifests a really great result.

moon prominent aspect in mother’s chart can be presented in your s/o’s chart or someone you like. for better or worse. 🧍‍♀️

mercury in sagittarius degree (9°,21°) philosiphize their words unintentionally and left people who had a conversation with them thinking about their words a lots esp when they give advice, they brought a whole new perspective to the person.

scorpio/8h prominent the struggle is real when someone they close with or trust don’t also hate their enemies. it’s a sign to retreat for them😠 ride or die. all or nothing.

lilith prominent/dominant men try so hard to hide their feelings and reactions when lilith prominent/dominant women come around. might even bully/pick on them at an extreme end. horrible at it finest when undeveloped ugh

taurus lilith square ascendant attract a lot of taurus mars and i have love-hate relationship with most of them

pisces rising really do get away with things. wittiness and chameleon energy of mutable + slyness of water = slay 💅

aries in big 6 literally always there in charts of ppl who heavily watch or fond of anime, manga

capricorn/cancer sun pair with scorpio/taurus sun no matter what others perceived them individually, they seems like a traditional couple to me lol when they’re together it gives ‘of course they’re together’ vibe. capricorn-scorpio and cancer-taurus more often than vice versa

pluto 3h i found myself thinking about what these natives say a looooot like even if it’s the most silliest stuff they said, it still echoes in my mind like ‘i think yellow is a really bizarre color’ and my mind goes 😮🤯😦😵‍💫🙀 wtff

; hihi, first i didn’t expect my previous astro notes to blow up this much so i want to say that i appreciated all the interactions and support <33 thank you so much and i hope whoever come across this astro ranting HEHE a really nice day/night and much fun reading this ⭐️

© @marsfa1ry

[the-roo-too]

Hi!! Can I request fluffy alphabets for Yunjin? Thank you💗

candy -> huh yunjin ver

aka the fluff alphabet

admiration (what does she absolutely adore about you)- if you are at least the tiniest bit a musical person, she deffo loves to jam out with you. will force you to try and compose with her probably, even if you only know two chords on the guitar

body (what’s her favourite body part of yours)- yunjin is a hair girlie to me, she likes to play with it—give you cute hair styles if it’s long or just put pretty charms in it if it’s short!

cuddling (how she likes to cuddle)- big spoon ☝️🤓 might fight you for it (secretly loves being the little spoon tho)

dates (what’s her ideal date)- i’m thinking binging some movies late at night (like the greatest showman) and singing your hearts out 🏳️‍🌈

emotions (how does she express her emotions around you)- girlie is an open book around you. musically gifted people are usually very connected with their emotions (and yunjin did go to music school so..)

family (does she want one)- i kinda have mixed feeling about this one. maybe later in life when you’ve both settled down? she doesn’t really give me the kids vibe tho

gifts (what about gift giving)- would absolutely compose an either short ass piece or perform a long ass opera for you and would force you to listen to it 🎀🎀

holding hands (does she like to hold hands)- yes! absolutely! also smooches your hand. i feel like yunjin carries around three different hand creams. also the type to hand you a fruit scented cream in the middle of june and say “it’s fruity, like you.”

injuries (what would she do if you got hurt)- with all due respect, she wouldn’t know what to do 😭 call chaewon? tell manager? order take out?

jokes (does she like to joke around)- yes. as i said, fruity cream, fruity you.

kisses (how does she like to kiss you)- either smooches your face or full on make out session, i don’t make the rules ✊

love (what’s her love language)- passive aggressive affection. you’re grumpy in the morning? too bad, you’re still listening to taylor swift’s whole discography with her

memory (what’s her favourite memory together)- meeting you for the first time! say you two met in a coffee shop while yunjin had a break between rehearsals. the moment your eyes made contact she was doomed lol

nighttime (how does sleeping with her look like)- yunjin 100% steals the blankets. wraps herself in a burrito and you will NOT get them unless she cuddles you close and lets you inside the cocoon

oddity (what’s one quirky thing about her)- to be fair opera singing is kinda weird. like imagine you’re coming home late and night and you whisper shout a soft “yunjin! are you awake?” and she responds with a “HEREEE MY LOVEEEEE” sung loudly 🗣️

pet names (what does she like to call you)- baby girl, with a lip bite. but like “baby gowrlllllll 🫦🫦🫦🫦”

quality time (how does she like to spend time with you)- every time spent with you is quality time for her (and she will rizz you up while saying that)

rush (does she rush into things)- you’re living together by the second week of you dating

secrets (how open is she with you)- open book ‼️‼️ wanna know her father’s dead cat’s name? or what colour was chaewon face when she puked after drinking spilled milk thinking it was yoghurt?

time (how long did it take her to confess)- going with the idea that she saw you at a coffee shop, she would visit that exact place for a straight up week until she saw you again and then shoot her shot 💀

upset (what’s her reaction when you’re upset)- you’re probably upset after a fight, so then she’s upset too. if that’s not the case, if you yell at her because you’re upset, then yunjin will because upset too lol. she’s not the type to apologise first so buckle up!

visibility (is she afraid of the public opinion)- nah. you remember that one post she made for pride some time ago? public opinion’s got nothing on her

warrior (how often do you fight)- i actually thing you might fight quite a lot… 💀 because of the rushing thing. when you two hit like a two year mark or sum, it gets better. but the rushed relationship gets kinda bumpy at first.

x-ray (is she able to read you)- even if you’re not as much of an open book as yunjin is, i think she makes it her goal to know what you’re thinking at all times. like a little personal challenge

yes (how would she propose to you)- most sappy way possible, would take you to a beach and arrange for her members to blindfold you and shit. lead you down to the shore and when you feel the cold water wetting your shoes, that’s when she drops on one knee (yes, in the water) while eunchae takes off the blindfold lol

zen (what makes her feel calm)- cuddles! singing! movies! just casual romantic shit. i said she would say sorry first but she might force you to cuddle her in the middle of the night even if you two just had a massive fight

part of [the fluff series]

[slut4thebroken]

Bully stepbro!Neil pt. 1

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Pairing | Stepbro!Neil Lewis x reader

Summary | Your stepbrother likes to bully you… His all time favorite way to do that is with wedgies.

Warnings | Heavy on the humiliation lol, wedgies, lots of ‘em, that’s what the whole fic is lol, degradation, dubious consent, crying, pretend he’s actually strong enough to do this lmao

Words | 2.4 k

Notes | You guys fr need to stop encouraging me💀 Also I couldn’t decide on a gif lol since it’s not one full story but a bunch of little things, so I decided to put them at the beginning of each one :)

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

“Give me the remote.” He said as he flopped down on the couch next to you. 

“No. My dad said I can use the tv today.” You hid the remote under the blanket, trying to keep it away from him. 

“Yeah well he’s not here is he?” You bit your lip and looked away from him with a scowl. “Give it.” He ordered, only making you more defiant. 

“No.” 

“Stop being a brat and just give it to me.” He snapped. 

“No!” You watched him let out a heavy breath through his nose as he clenched his jaw. Before you could even blink, he was lunging at you. “Stop it!” You yelled, trying to push him away. The blanket covering you and the remote fell off in the process and you kept struggling as he tried to over power you. 

Finally he grabbed your wrists and slammed you down onto the couch, making the remote fall to the floor. He let go of one of your wrists to reach for it and you brought your hand down to push at the arm holding himself up. Both of you grunted when he landed on top of you, but he kept reaching, so you used that to your advantage and rolled him off the couch, letting you have a chance to try and take it back. Part of your torso was off the couch as you tried to grab it and as soon as Neil got up from the floor, he was attacking again. 

What you didn’t expect was for his hands to go down toward your hips and grab your underwear. You screamed on the first hard pull and he did it again, this time pulling you off the couch. 

“What the hell?! Stop it!” You yelled, trying to crawl away from him, but he just got to his feet and stood over you, lightly stepping on your back to hold you in place as he got a better grip on your underwear. He started pulling again, lifting your hips off the ground as you screamed. The pain was like nothing you’ve ever felt before. The burning was so bad it brought tears to your eyes that didn’t take long to fall. 

“Neil, stop!” You cried out. “I’m sorry! You can have the remote,” 

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.” He said simply. 

“I have! Please!” Your voice was cracking now that you were crying. He continued pulling, bouncing your hips up and down, each one forcing a sound of pain out of you. When he got bored, he yanked as hard as he could one final time, then suddenly let go. You dropped onto the floor with a startled grunt and watched him bend down to pick up the remote before sitting on the couch again. Your sobs quieted a little and you started sniffling, not getting up from the floor yet. 

“Can you go cry in the other room?” He huffed, getting annoyed. 

“That hurt, Neil.” You’ve never sounded so pathetic before. 

“Good. It was supposed to.” He shrugged with a small smirk. “Go put ice on it or something— I don’t really care. But at least just shut up so I can actually watch.” 

“What are you doing?” He asked as he walked into the room. 

“Just making some lunch.” You shrugged and he hummed in response. You waited for him to say something, but he just kept staring at you. After another minute, he finally spoke. 

“How long’s it been, huh?” He asked curiously, making your brows scrunch together in confusion. 

“What?” 

“You know… Since we’ve had the whole house to ourselves.” You stiffened, worrying about where he was going with this. 

“Oh… Yeah, a while I guess.” You said nervously. 

“Well, do you want to do anything? You don’t have any friends and all of my friends think you’re weird so we could just have some brother-sister bonding time.” He suggested teasingly. If you were facing him, he probably would’ve winked. 

“I was just gonna read and catch up on some homework.” You were really hoping he’d just let this go and leave you alone… but when has he ever passed up an opportunity to mess with you? 

“God,” he groaned exaggeratedly, “this is why you don’t have any friends. I mean seriously, who does homework on a Saturday night?” 

“What do you even want to do?” You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t stop. 

“I can think of one thing…” As soon as you realized what he meant, you turned around, finding him already walking toward you. 

“No, Neil— Neil, please don’t.” You whined, but it was already too late. He turned you around to face away from him, then immediately reached in the back of your pants for your underwear and yanked them up. You cried out when he pulled hard enough to lift you off the ground for a second. “Ow! Neil, stop!” You yelled, trying to push his hands away. 

“If you don’t want to be wedgied then you shouldn’t act like a nerd.” He snickered, pulling harder. “You're lucky I don’t feel like putting in the effort to get it around your shoulders or over your head.” He gave one last yank, much harder than all of the previous ones, then let you go. You had to cling to the counter for support so that you didn’t fall. Before walking out, he grabbed the plate of food you made for yourself. “Have fun with your homework, nerd.” 

You were reaching as high as you could, trying to get something from the top shelf of the pantry, but your fingers barely brushed the shelf. 

“Need a hand?” Before you could respond he was getting a good grip on your underwear and pulling them up until your feet barely touched the ground, making you scream. “Oh come on, you still have to reach for it.” He kept bouncing you, over and over again, never giving you a proper chance to try and grab it. Tears were welling up in your eyes from the burn now, but he didn’t stop. “Come on, nerd. Reach higher.” You heard the loud tearing before you felt the intense burn, then fell to the ground. “Holy shit!” He laughed loudly, holding your ripped underwear in his hands. “How much did that hurt, huh?” He smirked. 

“Just give it back and leave me alone.” Your frown only encouraged him. 

“No, I think I want a trophy.” He started stuffing your underwear in his pocket and you leaned up to reach for them, but he pushed you back down by your forehead. “Once you get whatever it was you were reaching for, make me something too. All of that pulling really took a lot out of me.” He started walking out, then stopped when he was in the doorway, giving you a condescending smile. “Oh and you might try using a stool, idiot.” 

You were sitting on the couch, reading and trying to relax, but you sighed loudly when you heard his footsteps growing closer. Neil walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch, throwing his feet up to lay down and almost kicking you in the process. 

“Clean my room by tonight. My mom told me to do it, but I don’t really feel like it.” He ordered casually, as he turned on the tv. The demand immediately made your blood boil— you’re sick of putting up with this. 

“No! You can clean it yourself.” You said firmly, making him turn his head to look at you. 

“Excuse me?” His tone made you falter. 

“I-I’m not your maid. You can clean your own room.” Your voice was far less confident this time. 

“Fine.” He shrugged with a smile, standing up and walking closer to you. When he grabbed you and started pulling you over the arm of the couch, you kicked and squirmed, but it was no use. As soon as your hips were resting on it, he grabbed your underwear and pulled as hard as he could. You screamed and tried to get out of his hold, but all he did was push his knee against your back to keep you against the outside of the couch, with your face almost on the floor. He let you continue kicking your legs— it barely did anything anyway. 

“Stop it! Neil!” You cried, screaming even louder. You wished at least one of your parents was home right now, but of course they just had to have a date night. 

“You need to watch your fucking mouth when you’re talking to me, nerd.” He punctuated his warning with another forceful tug. 

“Let go! You’re hurting me— let go!” You yelled as you flailed, trying to escape the pain. He ignored you and kept pulling until tears were burning your eyes. After a while, he let go and yanked you up by your hair, using the momentum to throw you backwards so you were now laying on the couch. When he sat on your chest you finally understood. “No— Neil, no! Please, don’t! I’m sorry!” Your begging fell on deaf ears. The first pull for the frontal wedgie had you screaming as your tears finally fell. 

“Stop it! Neil, I’m sorry— please stop!” You cried, voice breaking with the tears. 

“Do you ever stop talking?” He asked with annoyance and you didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t say anything. He continued with that until you were sobbing and incoherently begging him to stop. When he stood up, you thought he was finally giving you mercy, but that hope was gone in an instant as he pulled you to your feet. He grabbed the leg holes on either side of your hips and started bouncing you up and down, stretching it more and more as you cried loudly, pleading with him to stop. You’ve never felt pain like this before in your entire life. 

Once your underwear was level with your chest, he maneuvered your arms through each leg hole and pulled harder, stretching them even more so they were resting on your shoulders. When he dragged you by your hair, your crying got even more intense. He finally landed at the door to his room and shoved you inside. 

“I’m gonna watch you clean my room and you’re not going to take that off unless you want me to hang you up somewhere overnight.” 

“Neil, I’m sorry.” You whimpered through the sobs. “I’ll clean it— just please,” Neil looked around the room, picking up the first thing he saw; a pair of boxers on his bed. You had no idea if they were clean or dirty and you also had no idea what he was planning on doing with them, so you took a step away from him in fear. 

“Open up, nerd.” He walked toward you and you staggered back even more, finally understanding his plan. 

“No— I won’t say anything. Or cry. I’ll be quiet.” You begged, letting out a choked sob when he forced the fabric in your mouth anyway. He stuffed all of it past your lips, then gave you a light slap on your cheek, making you flinch. 

“Start cleaning.” He smirked, walking back over to the bed and laying propped up by his pillows, relaxing as if he was getting ready to watch his favorite film. 

You knew Neil liked films, especially old ones… but you just found them so incredibly boring. You do your best to get out of watching any with him, but this time it didn’t work. So you were sitting next to him on the couch, trying to pay attention. All the film succeeded in doing was making you even more sleepy. 

“Are you even watching?” Your eyes snapped open as soon as you heard him. 

“Y-yes. I am— I’m watching.” He scoffed, clearly not believing you. “I’m sorry, Neil. It won’t happen again.” 

“No. You know what? If you don’t want to watch, that’s fine by me.” Your stomach was already churning at just the thought of where he was going with this. Before you even had time to react he was pushing you down onto the couch and sitting on your upper back with your arms raised by your head, unable to bring them down. 

“I said I’m sorry!” You started kicking and trying to buck him off of you, but he was undeterred. “Neil, please!” Your words cut off into a scream when he used all of his strength to pull your underwear up. No matter how hard you cried or struggled, he kept pulling, leaning back and using his body weight to get more force. He only stopped once he needed more room. 

Making sure he was holding down your arms with his legs, he shuffled backwards over your head until he was sitting on the couch close enough where if you lifted your head, your face would be inches from his crotch. As soon as you tried squirming away, he yanked on your underwear again, making your body go limp from the pain as you cried. You kept your face buried in the couch, not able to move it anywhere else, but it was getting hard to breathe with how much you were sobbing. You kicked and screamed uselessly, unable to do anything other than take it. 

“Lift your head, nerd.” You kept your face firmly against the couch, which prompted him to roughly fist your hair and yank your head back. He shuffled forward because he knew that once he let go of your hair, you wouldn’t be able to put your head back down without it going in his crotch. He kept pulling and you kept crying, your sounds much louder now. 

Without any warning, he pulled hard enough to lift your hips off the couch, then put the fabric over your head, covering your forehead and eyes. 

“Stop it!” You cried, trying to pull your hands out from under him, but he wouldn’t budge. “Take it off! Please take it off,” Your sobbing intensified, making him laugh loudly. 

“You didn’t want to watch. Now you don’t have to.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“I’m sorry! Please take it off— it hurts!” 

“What hurts? This?” He leaned over you and you screamed again when his crotch pushed against your face, forcing you to smell his musk. The scream only got louder when he grabbed the underwear from above your lower back and pulled a few times. After a few seconds, he sat back down on the couch and resumed the movie. “Don’t be such a cry baby.” 

Part 2

(Part 2 will be a lil smuttier btw 😼)

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[seokjinsonlyone]

most to least likely to like being teased

jimin: is your house on fire? did you… leave the stove on?? did you… leave the water running??? if you answered no to any of these questions then why the heck are you moving so fast⁉️ the journey is just as important as the destination with jimin so take your time play with it a little make him wait for it he loves it lives for it actually

tae: he made a whole song about this okay and it's called slow dancing now how you gon slow dance until the morning and romance the night away if you go in all hard and fast like you can't and he don't want to tae's in it for the long haul and you may be thinking wait he also said 'stop teasing me girl' in that song and you're right! he did but he meant it in the doja cat way he was on a play wit his pepe but don't play wit his emotions type beat when he said it i know we talked about it last night 🫢

jk: jungkook is a perfectionist we have seen him make food create a recipe and then come back 4 times to tweak it until it's just right we've seen his work on stage in the studio in the booth so i feel like he has a recipe for the perfect night in bed and foreplay is a key ingredient but just like a recipe there is a balance like yes tease him but nawt too much... too much too soon can put a damper on things depending on a multitude of extraneous circumstances it could end the night before it begins

joon: he likes it! he does! but he is just already so full of want so full of yearning that he can't take but so much of it like he just the thought that you want to take care of him to pamper him does it for him so tease him a little by all means but pretty soon after you gon have to get down to business

jin: he likes what you like :) simple as that so if you like teasing him he loves it but tbh he doesn't always really feel the need for all of it like if you want to than by all means and he's gonna be good for you but you ain't got to

yoon: he likes to tease You for sure could go on all day all night like his main priority is you and he wants to wind you up and have your mind doing donuts and that is as much teasing as he needs otherwise he is content just getting off and going about his way

hobi: i think he doesn't mind it every once in a while but not every time y'all get together does it have to be an event like he doesn't always need them long and drawn out sessions he'll indulge in them from time to time for sure but he's like the opposite of jimin me thinks the destination is more important than the journey like you're more likely to go multiple rounds than to play up the one if that makes sense sksksl

a/n: random thought that's been haunting me all day just needed to get it out of my head 😭💀

[braxlrose]

Can u write Bill doing after care? Like being all cute, bubbly baths and stuff😊 (idk what ima saying but u get me.. right?)

bill kaulitz aftercare hcs

as I've said before in past posts, he is literally the king of aftercare.

- after having sex, he does that thing after you guys are finished and stares into your eyes and just goes "Hi." while you guys catch your breathe

- he basically places kisses ALL over your body, especially if he left bruises. he doesn't want his little baby to be in any pain

- he will also carry you into the bathroom and literally make you pee 💀 no UTI's here apparently. but after he starts you a nice, warm bath.

- he has all the works. bubble bath, bath salts, oils, different kinds of scents to make the bathroom all nice, even lights candles too and dims down the bathroom.

- he gives a massage in the bath tub and after when you guys are back in bed. he doesn't want you to be sore at all, so he makes sure you feel okay.

- and on that note, he will ask you like a million times if you're okay. he wants to make sure he didn't do anything bad or hurt you in any way.

- and he's very big on praising. telling you how good you did for him, and how beautiful you looked, how good you took his cock.

- he literally won't shut up. he full-heartedly believes you're the single most beautiful thing in the entire world. when bill falls in love, he falls in love hard. so he will literally do anything to protect, and always makes sure you know how much he loves you.

- if you had been in past relationships where they were abusive in any way, physical, verbal, emotional, he would take things slow with you. making sure you were comfortable, help you realize not all touches have to be bad. he wants you to know you're the greatest, most beautiful person in the whole world and will never stop telling you that, even if you don't believe it.

- if you guys were trying something new in bed, after he would make sure you were okay and not hurt at all. Whether it was a new position or using different toys, he wants you to be super comfortable and never force you to do anything you didn't want to.

- he's also very, very big on safe words/movements? (Idk if that's the right word but like if you can't talk, then like two taps or something). And you guys also do the traffic light system, especially if you're trying out something new. but if you ever want to stop, even if he's about to cum, he'll pull out and make sure you're okay. if you want to just take a break, he'll do whatever you want, making sure you feel okay and then getting back to it. and if you want to stop all together, he'll make sure you feel okay and then change the sheets and start the aftercare

- if you're someone who gets very emotional after sex, he'll hold you and kiss you for however long to want and make sure you feel safe. he views sex as an extremely intimate and vulnerable thing, so he completely understands how and why you're emotional after it.

- if you don't want a bath after sex, he'll still clean you off, even if he didn't cum on you or anything. you're both extremely sweaty and sleeping in sweat is literally awful, so he wipes you down with a cloth and kisses you everywhere.

- if you two aren't tired after sex, he'll order you two some food and put on a movie. he loves being able to hold you at any time, so he absolutely adores this part of aftercare.

- if you two are tired after sex, you guys will get cleaned off and then fall right asleep. he really likes it when you're laying on top of him or you guys are spooning.

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@hearts4kaulitz @burntb4bydoll @spelaelamela @bored0writer @fishinaband @billsleftnutt @dead-tapes

[myahs-delulu-palace]

Nurse loving

Submissive! Kai Chisaki x Dominate! female reader smut

Scenario: Kai was in jail after the whole incident with the heroes saving Eri. He had lost his arms due to Shigaraki and was no longer able to keep running Shie Hassaikai like he wanted. Kai was left a mentally broken man. Sitting in his jail cell being taken care of by you, his nurse. One night you secretly come visit him in his cell, and decide to have some “time” with him.

Note: My first time writing smut for a story so bear with me y’all 🙏🏾 I’m not built for this 💀 also this is long sooo…buckle up!! {also wanna note there’s small angst kind of in the beginning and a mommy kink that pops up near the end so just a warning}

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It was another cold night at Tartarus. Kai was sitting in his cell awake as usual since he couldn’t sleep. The bags under his eyes surely being one warning sign of that. He was looking down at his bed, living in his own thoughts when the cell door slowly opened which got his attention immediately. He slowly lifted his head up as he spoke, trying to figure out who was there at this hour.

“Who is that…?” He says, his voice being low and raspy due to not talking much, and just being left in this broken state all together. [Name] looked at Kai as she entered the jail cell. [Name] was one of the nurses at Tartarus that had to take care of him because well…he had no arms.

[Name] sighs as she closed the door to the cell and making her way over to him. “It’s me again Chisaki…[Name]…one of your nurses.” She announced with a hint of sympathy in her tone. If she was being honest…as much as she hated everything he had done from the stories she’s heard…[Name] felt pity for the armless criminal, even when he didn’t deserve her pity...or any pity for that matter.

“O-Oh… right…” Kai stared off into nothing as the nurse approached him. He didn’t do much, he was too used to the nurses coming to check on him at this point. He’s been here for a while after all, he’s very familiar with the nurses. “What are…you doing here…?” Kai spoke again, he was kinda confused on why she was here so late though. Everyone other than the guards should be sleeping…why was she checking on him so late?

She didn’t answer him. As [Name] approached him, she couldn’t keep the urge in as she hugged him once she finally made it closer. Kai simply sat there, shocked by this. He hadn’t had someone hug him in a while, the nurses usually kept to a very professional demeanor, only rarely comforting him when he had a nightmare. He didn’t speak at first, frozen by his own shock. After a while though, he slowly put his head on her chest. He was shaking.

He let her embrace him, not speaking at all. He didn’t know how to respond, but he did find it comforting. She could hear him make shaky breaths, as if he was trying not to let the tears escape. “You can cry Chiskai…you can cry near me…” [Name] whispered out to him, she was the only nurse that was caring enough to hug him and let his emotions out…he felt like he didn’t deserve it…because he didn’t.

Tears began to form in his eyes. The fact that this was the first hug he had in a very long time and the fact that she was kind enough to comfort him, to let him show his emotions was what broke him. He began to cry silently, his tears falling down his face and staining her shirt. He leaned into her, still staying silent and only able to nod in response. She hugged him tightly, rubbing his hair a bit as he cried into her chest.

Kai closed his eyes and simply continued to silently cry. He was still shaking, feeling like he didn’t deserve her comfort or care. He was a terrible person after all, he didn’t deserve this… this comfort. Kai leaned into her touch though, savoring the one comfort he had in this place. He had no one here. The one person that truly cared about him, his Pops, was in a coma because of him. Everyone here hated him. This nurse, she was the only one who cared about him here.. who hugged him. He continued to silently cry into her chest.

[Name] just let him cry and get out as much as he needed, she stayed silent. Eventually, his tears stopped. He took a shaky breath, slowly pulling away from her chest. He still had some tears on his face, but he was no longer crying. He looked up at her, eyes red from crying and messy. He was clearly a mess, but he looked.. somewhat better than usual. He didn’t speak yet, but he nodded his head as a sign of silent thanks.

[Name] softly smiled at him as she wiped his damped face and pulled him closer to give him a lil kiss, just in the forehead…she just…couldn’t contain herself. Kai froze up for a moment, shocked when she kissed his forehead. He didn’t know how to respond at first, he usually didn’t receive these kind of loving gestures from others. After a while though, he slowly leaned into her, enjoying the comfort and love she was giving him. Something he rarely ever received in this hell.

Kai didn’t speak for a while, only leaning against her and enjoying her comfort. He felt a bit better, calmer at least, after crying into her and letting his emotions out. He was still a mess though, but he seemed better than usual. The hug.. the kiss on the forehead.. it made him feel better. He needed that comfort, even if he didn’t deserve it..

After a while, he finally spoke. His voice was hoarse from crying, and he sounded raspy. He still spoke rather slowly and with difficulty though. “..Thank you..” [Name] nodded her head, showing she accepted his thanks. “No problem sweetie, but I’m not done yet…” She said, her tone and facial expression not being very readable to Kai. “..Not.. done.. yet?..” He questioned her in his hoarse voice. He was both confused and scared at her words, worried about what could be coming next.

[Name] crawled up on him, she gave him a small smirk as she leaned into his ear and whispered, “I’m gonna pound you like there’s no tomorrow, how does that sound?~” She said, her voice switching to seduction, her knee teasing his cock a bit. If [Name] was being honest…ever since Kai was sent to this prison she’s had eyes on him. The disheveled looking man was a little…too good looking for her to pass up. She just tried to hold in her feelings for…reasons that should already makes sense enough. But her urges got too strong and couldn’t hold them any longer…this was her moment…and she’ll make it work.

Kai’s eyes widened as she climbed on top of him and whispered into his ear, his face turning tomato red. He froze up when her knee began teasing him. “P-Pound?.. I-..” He tried to respond, but his words failed. His mind was racing, trying to comprehend what she said, his red face only getting redder. Her knee kept teasing him as so spoke, “You heard right, what’s it gonna be? I have so many things I’m gonna do to you~”

Kai’s mind was in a mess of confusion, panic, and flusteredness. He was red as a tomato and he was still struggling to find words. “W-What kinds… of things?” He managed to respond, despite his struggling. The way her knee was teasing him was starting to affect him and his ability to think straight. [Name] moved from his ear to look straight at him, still smirking as she got ready to say the dirtiest things. “I’ll tease you through your pants, I’ll jerk you off, I’ll suck you off, I’ll use your dick to fuck the inside of my pussy…I’m gonna make you cum so many times, you won’t be able to focus on anything else but the pleasure~”she said all that so boldly like it was nothing, her knee still teasing him and getting him excited.

Kai felt like he was going to pass out from embarrassment and being flustered. His eyes were nearly popping out of his head and more red than humanly possible. She was really getting at him with her knee and her words that she was whispering in his ear. He was completely unable to respond for a long time, but after a while, he managed to stutter out a response. “I-..I..”

He froze up in embarrassment for a while, his brain still overheating and unable to think straight.

[Name] chuckled at his flushed state, this man could NOT handle her kinkiness and it showed, “What’s it gonna be Kai? You can’t keep stuttering, I need your consent.~” Kai was struggling a LOT to think straight, his mind completely in overload from the kneeing, her words, and the sound of her voice. Her voice alone was enough to make him feel things. It was taking him while, but he managed to form some words.

“…I-I… I consent…..” [Name] hummed as she stopped using her knee to tease him. “Good boy~ you’re not so naughty anymore, are you?” She asked as she repositioned herself. Kai was relieved that her knee had stopped teasing him, but he was still bright red and flustered. He watched her reposition herself, unable to turn his head or look away. He was completely entranced by her, especially when she said that he was a “good boy.” “N-No… I’m.. I’m not naughty.

He responded, stuttering a bit as he spoke.

After he said that she chuckled, then [Name] started to tease him again by grinding on him. “Good, that real good~” Kai groaned as she began grinding on him. The feeling, the friction.. it felt good, it made him feel things. He tried his best not to let out any embarrassing sounds, his face red and hot. He was biting his lip to keep from making noise, but it was really difficult to keep quiet. Her words and her actions, it was all getting to him. “Let the moans out Chisaki, I know you’re holding back. Don’t do that…I wanna hear you~”

He bit down harder on his lip, not wanting to give in so easily, but.. her words, her voice, everything she was doing to him, he couldn’t take it, he felt weak. ”I-I can’t… I-I shouldn’t…” He tried to resist, the feeling overwhelming. He was a blushing mess. The fact that she was staring into his face as she continued to grind made him even more flustered. It was hard to hold back.

[Name] raised an eyebrow, oh…he doesn’t wanna listen? Okay. She picks up her pace, going faster than before. He was gonna listen one way or the other. Kai felt a jolt of pleasure when she picked up the speed, it felt good, he wanted more, but he was still trying to hold back. He tried not to make any sounds, but every time she picked up speed, a little whimper would escape. He could barely focus on anything except her and the feeling. She was too good at this. He gave up trying to hold back, letting out a louder moan. He couldn’t take it anymore, it felt too good. The sound of his own voice drove him crazy, making him more embarrassed, but it just proved that he had already submitted to her. He had given in.

[Name] smiled once he finally gave him.“Thank you for being obedient~” Kai couldn’t respond, he was too dazed to speak. He’s never felt like this before, his mind was in so much bliss. His flushed face, the sounds he was making.. he was completely submitting to her. She was getting everything out of him, and so quickly. She’s unbelievably dominant. He made more sounds as she continued, feeling completely overwhelmed by the sensations. He could barely think straight, he was in so much ecstasy, her words and the way she was talking to him was just adding to it. He was her good boy… he was loving it.

[Name] kept going, she wanted to keep going until he felt like he was gonna cream his pants. Kai continued letting out more sounds, sounds of pleasure and bliss. He was getting closer and closer to the edge as she continued, but he was trying to hold on, he didn’t want to give in yet, not just yet. “You’re trying to hold it in, aren’t you?” She said, questioning him. He nodded his head, giving a “mhm…” in response. Kai was trying to hold out, but it was getting increasingly difficult as she continued. He was at the edge… he was so close… he just had to hold out. After that response, [Name] completely stopped her movements as she stared down at him.

Kai groaned at her stopping, right when he was on the edge, he was so close. He looked up at her, face red and flustered, unable to speak. He was so close to the edge, and now he was being denied. He looked like he was going to explode from frustration and being so close, and yet being denied. This was pure torture. [Name] got off of him as she kept staring, waiting to see his reaction. He looked up at her with disappointment as she got off of him. He was so close, he was so close and she just stopped without letting him reach his peak. The sheer frustration that he was feeling, the denial of release, the look she was giving him.. he was a flustered, breathless, blushing mess. Kai was unable to say anything at first, he was stunned, but he quickly spoke..“Why… why did you stop?”

“Arch.” She said, but it wasn’t a request…it was a demand. She DEMANDED him to arch his body up. Kai took a moment, still panting and trying to recover from being brought so close to the edge, but ultimately he obeyed. He arched his body up, looking at her as he did so. He was an obedient mess, still unable to think straight, and now arching up as she demanded. Once he did as told, [Name] took his shoes off along with his pants and boxers. Kai was surprised, but he didn’t resist as she did so. He let her take off all of his clothes, leaving him completely bare and vulnerable under her. He was shaking a bit, but he was still so obedient and submissive to her. He felt so vulnerable, so defenseless, so exposed… he stared up at her with those golden eyes of his.

The only thing left was his shirt as she grabbed his dick that she was teasing earlier, and started stroking it. The sudden touch was completely unexpected, and he let out a soft moan as she teased his cock. It was incredibly sensitive after being denied, it was driving him crazy. He was a mess, vulnerable and at her mercy. “Has anyone touched you like this before, Kai? Any man or woman?” She asked as she stroke and jerk him off, while maintaining eye contact still.

He shook his head as he let out another moan, he was trying to respond, but he could only get out a shaky “N-No…” in between his moans. [Name] went a little faster with her movement, seeming satisfied with that answer. “So I’m the first you’re saying? How lucky, I’m so honored~” He let out another moan, this time louder, and more needy. He was already a mess, he couldn’t last long with her doing that. No one has ever touched him like this before, and for her to be the first one to touch him this way, and her being so dominant… he loved it. It just made him more submissive. His face flushed a deeper shade of red as she sped up, and he replied in a shaky, breathless voice.

“Yes… y-you’re the first one..” [Name] kept going faster the more he answered her.“That’s good, I should be the only one to see you like this…okay? Only me~” “Yes… only you..!” Kai had to hold back a moan as she kept going. She was going fast, and he let out a gasp of pleasure. He was completely at her mercy, his face was a deep shade of red, and he was a trembling mess. He was hers. Only hers. But it was getting more and more difficult to hold back. “Are you feeling close again Kai, don’t worry…I won’t stop this time if you say yes~” [Name] said reassuring him.

“Y-yes I…I’m close again…” He managed to reply, his body trembling as he held back as much as he could. The way she was speaking to him, so dominant, so in control… it was all so much. But he gave in, telling her that he was close. But he was still struggling to hold on. [Name] hummed, as she kept her pace…possibly moving a bit more faster while also massaging his meat. “Good, when you’re ready…cum~”

The mixture of her hand, the massaging, and her words were a lot to handle, and he felt overwhelmed with pleasure. He didn’t know how much more he could hold, but he wanted to be a good boy and do what she said. He let out a choked moan as he got closer, and eventually, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He came in her hand, unable to hold back any longer. He was in complete ecstasy, shaking from the intense feeling. [Name] stopped, she smirked as it went all on her hand…“Good job~” She let go as she lifted up her hand to her mouth, licking it all off as he watched.

He watched her as she lifted her hand to her mouth, and he felt his face get even hotter as she licked her hand. Kai was completely entranced by her. He was still trying to catch his breath, but he couldn’t help but feel submissive to her, to this dominant woman.“I-I… did good..” He replied in a shaky voice, still trying to recover a bit from the intense feeling he had just experienced. “Mhm, you did amazing~” She said as she finished getting the rest of the cum from her hand. Once she was done, [Name] lifted Kai’s legs up.

Kai felt a wave of excitement when she lifted up his legs, he didn’t know what she was going to do, but he was excited. He couldn’t resist her, and he let her lift up his legs without struggling. He stared at her, waiting to see what she was going to do next. She kissed all around the inside of his thighs, nibbling and licking them a bit too.

Kai let out a soft moan as she kissed and nibbled at his thighs, his legs trembled a bit as he got more sensitive from the touching. He looked down at her, watching her every move, unable to look away. He was a trembling, blushing mess, completely vulnerable to her. He couldn’t think straight, he just wanted to feel more of her touches and kisses. She did that for awhile before playing with his dick using her tongue. She teased it a bit.

Kai’s body trembled more when she touched his sensitive spot with her tongue, letting out a moan. It felt incredibly good, overwhelming him with pleasure. He couldn’t think straight, he was lost in a haze of sensation as she teased the spot with her tongue. He was becoming increasingly submissive, unable to resist her touches. He let out softer moans, his body completely in her control. She kissed and licked it, wanting to see and hear more of his reaction to her teasing.

Kai couldn’t help it, the reaction she was causing with her tongue, the kisses, the licking, it was all so much. He let out louder, more needy moans, his legs shaking a bit as she continued. He would gasp at some points, and try to hold back moans, but he couldn’t hide how good he was feeling from her. He couldn’t take it, it was becoming too much for him. He was completely lost in the sensation, completely submitting to her and her touches. “It’s so long, I wonder how it would feel in my mouth~” She said before putting it in, she hummed as she licked it and sucked on it from the inside of her mouth.

Kai let out a louder moan when she started doing that, Kai couldn’t believe how it felt. His body twitched as he let out his gasps and moans due to her actions. [Name] on the other hand kept doing her thing, she was being more vocal now as she hummed occasionally. The sound of her hums just made everything even more intense and pleasurable. He couldn’t resist, he was completely at her mercy, letting out more and more moans as she continued. He desperately wanted more, but he couldn’t speak, so he just let out more sounds of pleasure.

[Name] kept doing her miracle work in complete bliss, she was too good. He couldn’t take it anymore, the way she was doing it, the sounds she was making, and the feeling… it was all too much for him. He felt himself getting close again. He couldn’t hold on much longer, he was completely at her mercy. He tried to speak, to say something, but he was so overwhelmed with sensation that he could only manage to gasp out more sounds of pleasure, trying to hold back the feeling for just a bit longer.

Kai was right on the edge. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold back. Her mouth felt so good, her tongue was sending jolts of pleasure through him, and it was so hard to hold back. He was a complete mess, writhing in pleasure, his mind going completely blank. [Name] went faster, bobbing her head and everything…she was making herself choke on it a bit.

The feeling was so intense. Her going so fast, bobbing her head, he was at his limit. He couldn’t resist it anymore, he was going to lose it. He let out a gasp of pleasure, trying to hold back a moan but to no avail he let out a moan anyway. Kai felt like he couldn’t hold back any longer, he felt like he was about to burst into her mouth at any moment. [Name] caressed his thighs as she continued, messing with him more knowing how sensitive he was right now.

He let out a final, pleading moan, unable to hold back any longer, warning her that he was at his limit, and moments away from losing it completely. He was completely overwhelmed by the pleasure, his mind was nearly blank, and he couldn’t hold back anymore.

With that final moan, he let go. Everything went blank for a few moments as all he could feel was pure ecstasy, waves of intense pleasure washing through him as he gave in to the feeling. [Name] hummed once more as she drank every lick of cum that came in her mouth from him before pulling away, panting. He was left panting, trembling, completely overwhelmed by what had just happened. He was a mess, still unable to fully recover from the feeling. His body was still sensitive, and he was completely at her mercy. It took him a few moments to finally speak. “S… So… good..”

[Name] kept panting, her eyes were in tears as she coughed a bit. Her throat was burning. Kai looked at her, concerned as she coughed, he could tell her throat was burning. He finally managed to catch his breath a bit more as well. He tried to speak, but his voice was shaken from just how overcome with pleasure he had just been. “A-Are… you… okay?” [Name] sniffled as she wiped her tears and cleared her throat. She smiled at him.

“Oh look, the big bad criminal is worried about me? How sweet~ don’t worry hun I’m fine, I just went a little overboard.” After that, [Name] suddenly stood up and started taking her clothes off. Kai stared at her as she started taking her clothes off. He felt his face start to turn red again as he admired her beautiful body. After taking everything off, [Name] crawled on top of him again. She immediately stuck her tongue in her his mouth as she started to kiss him.

Kai’s heart began racing as she got on top of him and kissed him, her tongue immediately forcing itself into his mouth. He let out a small gasp as she did this, his face turning even redder as he kissed her back. He was definitely flustered having her on top of him like that, in such an intimate way. He would’ve wrapped his arms around her, but…no arms…so he just closed his eyes and enjoyed the kiss. [Name] was moaning as they made out, slowly getting more intense by the second.

Kai started to feel as the kiss got more and more intense. He was doing what he could to match the pace, but it was a foreign experience for him, being the inexperienced one. He felt her moans as she kissed him, and it only heightened the sensations he was feeling. His face was still completely flushed and he let out his own small moan as they continued to make out. Without warning, [Name] arched up a bit. Taking his cock and sliding Kai inside her wet pussy as they still tongue kissed. Which made Kai gasp and [Name] shiver.

Kai didn’t know what to expect when she did that. He was taken by complete surprise, only to realize what had just happened. He froze in shock for a moment as he gasped, and that small gasp turned into a small moan, the feeling causing his body to shudder as shock and pleasure intermixed. He tried to speak, but the sensation of the kiss left him only able to let out more sounds of pleasure. After getting him in, [Name] let go of the kiss. Their saliva connecting, before she moved against him, making eye contact like before.

Kai was a mess, a shaking, moaning, blushing mess. All he could do was look up at her, his entire face was flushed, and he couldn’t look away from her eye contact. As she moved against him, all he could do was let out more sounds of pleasure, his body shuddering against hers, completely lost in the feeling. He felt like he was losing his mind, the feeling of [Name] moving against him, the eye contact, her on top of him. All he could do was let out more sounds of pleasure and stare up at her, his mind completely lost to the sensations he was feeling. He would’ve held onto her and pulled her closer if he could’ve, but he could only lay there, submitting to her and these intense feelings, completely lost to it all.

“M-My God~ ah-ahhh~” [Name] quietly moaned out as she continued to move. Kai could feel his mind becoming even more blank with each movement she made, each little noise she made. It was driving him wild. He tried to speak, but all that came out were more weak, pleasure-filled moans. He couldn’t stop himself from letting out more sounds as he felt her move against him, his body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed through him, over and over, completely overwhelming all his thoughts.

[Name] unbuttoned the prison shirt he had on still before immediately sucking and bit his neck as she continued to thrust his dick inside her. Kai let out another gasp as she unbuttoned his shirt and started sucking and biting his neck. His body shuddered at the feeling, and he let out another soft moan. He was completely at her mercy, unable to do anything but take the pleasure her actions brought. Each bite and suck on his neck would cause his body to shudder, the pleasure building with every action she made.

[Name] raised her head up a bit to whisper in his ear, “Kai, C-Call me…call me mommy…I’m your mommy…aren’t I?~” [Name] said, she whimpered and moaning in his ear afterwards. When she whispered in his ear, Kai shivered at the feeling. The way she said it, her voice…this was so much. And then when she asked him to call her that…he couldn’t resist. He let out a shaky moan before he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, “Y-yes… m-mommy….”

[Name] shivered, she seemed to get stupidly horny from that as she picked up her pace immediately. “God! God yes! I’m your mommy…say that shit again…~!” He couldn’t stop himself from letting out more moans and gasps, her words driving him crazy. Each time she demanded it, he obeyed without hesitation, the pleasure and submission completely overriding any control he had over himself. “Y-you’re my mommy… yes… a-ah…!”

[Name] went faster as he said it, she loved it…she loved it so much…her mommy kink was really high right now. “Who’s your favorite nurse, Kai? It’s me isn’t it? No nurse can compare to me, huh?~” She already knew what he was going to say...but she still wanted to hear it. He nodded as she spoke, letting out another moan as she picked up the pace even more, bringing him closer and closer to the edge with each moment. The feeling building more and more, getting even more intense. Her words made him even more submissive, he could only do what she wanted. “Y-yes….you’re my favorite… no one else can compare… o-oh god…!”

[Name] slowed down her pace before going faster again. She kept repeating that cycle to get a rise out of him and tease him again. Kai’s mind was completely taken up by the pleasure, the way she would slow down and speed up again, it was driving him crazy. Everytime she did, he’d let out more moans and gasps, completely at her mercy, lost to the feeling. Every time she slowed down he’d be left on the edge, but when she sped up again, he’d be right back to the peak. He felt like he just couldn’t take it anymore.

[Name] would moan with him as she did everything, she was getting a bit tired since she’s been doing all the work but she didn’t mind. She would gladly do this as many times and as long as she could. Kai could tell that she was exhausted, but she was still going. That fact only served to turn him on even more, but he couldn’t deny that he felt guilty about her doing all the work. He tried his best to give her some pleasure too with the little he could do, by continuing to moan for her and submitting to her completely.

The sensations were building, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He was getting close again, but before he could lose himself, he had to tell her that he was going to lose it again. “M-mommy… I- I’m getting close again…!”“M-Me too baby…me too…just a few more, okay?” She told him in a shaky voice as she kept going, they were both on the verge of needing to release…just a bit more thrust.

He nodded, though it was hard for him to do so through all the moans and gasps that were coming from his mouth. Every thrust brought him even more close, and he was just barely hanging on. “Y-yes…please…just a-a few more…!” [Name] slowed her pace again before going fast, as fast as she could…this was the last one…this is where it would end.

Each time she slowed down, the pleasure would build to an almost unbearable point, and when she sped up again, it’d heighten it even more, bringing Kai closer each time. And now, as she went as fast as she could, the pleasure was building higher, and higher, the sensations washing over him as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge. Until suddenly, with one more powerful thrust, he finally came, letting out a final, intense moan as the pleasure washed over him, and all the sensations came to an end.

[Name] made sure to pull him out before then as she released too…she let out a low moan as she did so, “I-I love you…fuuckkk…I love you Kai~” [Name] laid on his chest, her eyes was closed as she panted. Trying to catch her breath yet again.

As they laid there, letting their bodies relax, Kai was completely exhausted now, his mind in a daze as he tried to catch his own breath. But when he heard her say that, it made his heart skip a beat, and a small smile appeared on his face. “I-I love you too…so much…”

Kai closed his eyes too, and as she laid on his chest, he almost instinctively moved to put his arms around her, before he remembered that…well, he had no arms. So he just laid there, enjoying the feeling of her next to him, along with the tiredness that was starting to take over from their activities.

[Name] really did everything she said she was going to do to him…and he enjoyed it.

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Look who made it to the end! Congrats! I said this was going to be long. I hope you enjoyed the story though! I hate proofreading long ass text so I pray there’s no mistakes 😭🙏🏾

I don’t know why but smut makes me feel embarrassed to read or write but it also makes me giggle because it’s just like, “They did WHAAAT??”

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

HIIIIII !! The Hantengu clones have me in a chokehold!! Sekido x black reader who doesn’t mind putting him in place ??

Only soft for you

THEY HAVE ME IN A CHOKE HOLD TOO I LOVE SEKIDO SO MUCH ITS UNHEALTHY 💀 also some of the headcanons are fluff but some are smut because I got silly again 🙈

Warnings: black fem!reader, reader is mentioned to be a demon, fluff & smut, dom reader and sub Sekido, boyfriend Sekido

Sekido never thought he'd meet another demon who is weaker than him yet being able to stand up to him and manage to put him in his place about anything since the only opinions and demons he listens to is himself and muzan. Then again, he does love you

Sekido doesn't have a type, but when he sees you, your beauty is what caught his eye. He really loved how your hair was braied with accessories in it. It became his favorite hairstyle on you. "You and I have similar skin tones..." he mentioned holding your hands seeing how you both have melanin, "we do. I haven't met another demon with darker skin like mine." Your resting face soon turned into a sweet smile

Sekido and you are similar in personality but in different ways. You're more quiet and he's more loud,  you never raised your voice unless you needed to so when Sekido turned his anger to you he was not prepared when you wrapped your hand around his lips, grabbing them to shut him up "excuse me? Who are you talking to? Take that fucking attitude out your mouth when you speak to me. I'm not your little brothers" you say

Sekido knows that no matter how quiet and sweet you to him, you will be for him he knows you'll check him at any time even if it's in front of his brothers, but secretly, he likes that. He finds it attractive how you size up to him by puffing your chest out, your hand on your hip and give him the glare, he'll try so hold to hold back a smirk but can't control himself

Sekido doesn't admit when he's wrong, especially since he'll be too angry in the moment. When no one's looking or if you two are alone, he'll be touchy with your hands as an apology, grabbing and playing with it lightly. "You're sorry, aren't you?" You look at him only to see him knit his eyebrows together, making grumbling sounds and just holding you close to him

Sekido gets angry at how you'll dominate him when he's made it "clear" that he's the one in charge. He secretly loves it when you dominate him but is too stubborn to admit it

Sekido is the one always making the first move when he's in the mood. Grabbing your face and kissing you deeply, having his tounge taste your mouth. "Down on your knees," you tell him, Sekido glares at you grabbing your face a bit tighter "why would I do that" he looks at you pissed off showing his fangs as usual but you only chuckle "because I know you will and you know that too"

Sekido hates when you make him wait. "How long are you going to fucking tease me. Get on with it!" he watches your hands touch his chest, and he groans, feeling of you grind on his dick. You giggle "uh uh.. good boys don't talk to me like that, do they?" you say, pinching his nipples smirking at how he shuts his eyes and his face becoming flushed. "Ngh... fuck~" is all he says and turns his head away from you

Sekido listens to you in the bedroom. No matter how angry he may look, you're the only other person he'll listen to because he wants to. "No hands, baby. I'm gonna make you cum" you say, riding his cock with your hands wrapped around his throat "fuck fuck- fuck! Just like that. " He throws his head back, letting out broken moans

Sekido likes to have you in missionary most of the time, but you remind him who's still in charge. "Y/n.. fuck I can't pull put this time" he let's out a deep moan with his thrusts getting sloppy "I didn't say you could pull out did I?" You moan wrapping your legs around his waist "cum inside me~ and what do we say?" You giggled with your fingers playing with his tounge, making him drool but still have that angry but flushed face. "fuck~ yes ma'am," he says

[xanyiaz]

the balance worlds apart spoilers‼️

all i have to say is:

- brachium is pookie and i'm SO glad he was in it for so long 🙏🙏

- i'm also so happy he's back on elegy and is gonna go after the baddies with scorpius 🤭‼️ok icons doing god's work frfr 🙏

- ELLIOTT AND SUNSHINE REUNION FINALLY MY GODDD WE'VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR THIS AAAAAAA

- i know it was needed but it still fucking HURTTTT when brachium erased all their memories so sunshine and everyone no longer remembers him :((((( it's like vega all over again bro WHY DOES HE KEEP HURTING ALL THE D(A)EMONS, THEY'RE MY FAVES STOPPP 😭 and it's not just that- what is with the serenity daemons in general 😭 like first cam having to take on ivan and baby's memories and having to sort through them and then being worried that it wasn't enough and NOW WITH BRACHIUM TOO- having to go through all the shit elliott and sunshine were put through and dealing with it and also LOSING HIS DEAR FRIENDS IN THE PROCESS BC HE HAS TO REMOVE ALL MEMORIES OF HIMSELF TO DO IT PROPERLY IF HE WANTS THEM TO BE HAPPY AGAIN UGH MY HEARTTT :((((((((( ERIK WHYYYY but also do it again frfr keep doing it ill eat it up every time

- the VOICE ACTING ??? THE THUMBNAIL ???? that one part where brachium said "inversion" and then his symbol and the background became inverted for a second ?? ERIK YOU FUCKING MANIAC I LOVE YOU

- THE DUALITY OF MAN (blake). BC HOW DID HE GO FROM SHOUTING AND BEING ANGRY TO WHISPERING WITHIN SECONDS. THE VOICE ACTING UGFHFH WHY ISN'T ERIK VOICE-ACTING IN SHOWS ALREADY I CANTTT

- also ig i just didn't realise how insane bestie (blake's listener/partner is) until now ?? bc before i always thought: ok it's just blake's manipulation getting to them, it's not their fault he's such a gaslighting lil rat but then now im like 😃 bro they- they now know EVERYTHING. they saw EVERYTHING that blake did for them, including KILLING HIMSELF AND THEN BECOMING A VESSEL FOR SKY GODS. and you're telling me THEY STILL WANNA BE WITH HIM AFTER ALL THAT ?????? i could excuse it before but this is a whole new level of crazy. like wdym you're still gonna make out with him after all that ?? 💀💀 honestly it just proves that they're just as insane as he is for still wanting him after all the insane shit he's done. they're just as bad as each other so at this point, i'm okay with them being together 😭 with that being said i don't blame them, i still kinda want him too 💀😔😔 it's complicated- i want him but i also wanna mop the floor with him 😍😈🙏‼️

- it was just so amazing i cant- it was a surprisingly good ending although brachium making everyone forget him and saying goodbye and having to leave them- OUCH my feelings 😭💔💔 but in the end that was the right thing to do and im SO glad elliott and sunshine are FINALLY happy and at peace for once, with his brother and his partner too :))

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Dark chocolate with prompets 9 and 14 for Nami (Never again.💀🤣LMAO)

Yandere Nami x GN!Reader

1k words

Prompts:

You look perfect! I knew this would look great on you!

I checked every store in the area, but couldn’t find what I wanted. So I tried to make it myself… Please stop staring at it. Don’t laugh either!

“Hurry up and come out already, it can’t take that long to get dressed!”

Nami’s foot was tapping from the other side of the curtain. She had never been the patient type, especially not when it came to you. When she came back from shopping, she’d all but thrown the bag at you while ordering that you put it on. You were quick to do so, not wanting to give her a reason to be upset.

The outfit was stunning, as were all of the other ones she’s given you during your time together. Also like the rest of her “gifts” to you, it looked horrendously expensive. The grand total has likely already been added to your mounting debt to her. Nami wasn’t subtle about keeping you under her thumb by any means necessary, but doing so financially was her favorite method. 

Dwelling on it in your changing room wasn’t going to fix anything, you might as well step out. Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you pull aside the curtain separating you from your controlling girlfriend. Her sour face immediately lifted into a smile as she took in your appearance. 

“You look perfect! I knew this would look great on you!“ Nami cooed while hurrying over to circle around you and fully take in the outfit. Her hands ghosted over you as she made little adjustments and straightened the clothing where she saw fit.

Nami clapped her hands, “I really outdid myself this time, it’s perfect! It just needs one more thing to pull it all together.” She spun on her heels and went over to her bedside table. Items were shuffled around for a moment before she withdrew her hand, clutching a small white box in it.

The confidence she had previously been sporting had abruptly vanished. Her eyes no longer looked into yours and her nails picked at the ribbon tied around the box. She seemed almost… Bashful? An odd sight to see from someone like her. You didn’t think she knew how to be bashful.

“I checked every store in the area, but couldn’t find what I wanted. So I tried to make it myself,” there was a brief pause, then the box was thrust into your waiting hands. You’ve never seen Nami look so nervous in regards to you. You hesitate to open the present, not sure what to expect to find inside of it.

The silk, orange ribbon comes undone from a light tug. Next to go was the lid, which popped off with a similar level of ease. Inside was a velvet bag. The suspense and mystery kept building. You scoop out the bag and set the box aside. 

Nami’s eyes were boring into you as you fumbled to get it open. The last thing you wanted was to make her mad because you were taking too long, so you hurried to get whatever was hidden inside out. Your fingers close around something cold and metallic, and you waste no time pulling it out.

Enclosed in your hand is a small, dainty necklace. A thin, pale gold chain held together several orange jewels. They were all slightly different shapes, and the spaces between each varied significantly. At roughly the center of it, a small charm with Nami’s name spelt out in what appeared to be small diamonds glittered magnificently in the light. 

This necklace was very clearly handmade, you would’ve been able to figure that out without Nami explicitly telling you so.

Your silence was not well received. “Please stop staring at it. Don’t laugh either! It’s not that bad! Well, maybe the clasp is, but Usopp did that part, not me!” Nami was floundering to defend herself from what she was now interpreting as an embarrassing situation.

In all honesty, you hadn’t even realized you were smiling. Despite everything and the trials and tribulations of your relationship, you couldn’t help but be charmed by the gesture. Nami’s love language towards you was gift giving, but it always consisted of things she either bought or stole. To go through the effort of making you something by hand, it made your chest feel warm. Still, now wasn’t the time to focus on how you felt, you needed to do damage control.

“N-No! I wasn’t laughing! I love it, I’m just really happy.”

Her fit halted, and she stared at you in shock. Quickly, she composed herself and tried to laugh it off. “Oh, yeah, of course you do.” The necklace was snatched out of your hand and she slipped behind you to put it around your neck. You could hear her struggling with the clasp behind you, but wisely chose not to comment on it.

As soon as it was on, she whirled you around so she could admire her handiwork on you. The previous almost-meltdown was long forgotten as she fawned over your newest accessory, “Excellent, this compliments you beautifully!”

Your arm was linked with hers, and she tugged you along towards the door, “Now that that’s taken care of, let’s go! We have a reservation at a nice restaurant, and I do not want to miss the opportunity to show off what’s mine.” Her manicured nails grazed your skin possessively, reminding you precisely of your place in the relationship.

The euphoric flood of fondness almost made you forget where you actually stood with her. Oh right, you were just a shiny piece of eye candy for her to flaunt. How foolish of you to push that aside all because you received a touching gift. A gift that you were belatedly realizing was little more than a glorified collar. A means to let everyone know who you should be returned to should you become separated. 

There isn’t much you can do about it, though. Everything will go smoother if you just passively go along with her wishes, so that’s what you will do. Complacency is your best tool for dealing with this situation after all. Her happiness is more important than your own.

[dropdeadgorgeos]

So this is just like a thought of like imagine (I swear I say that word all the time 💀) if the twst boys(expect orhto and the staff) we like yanderes like... I can't get my head off this subject-

𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕕

Riddle Rosehearts:

Tbh I can see him working with Trey and Chenya all to get your love like they all can have a role where Chenya is like the scarast Mitch and he can like stalk you in his invisible form and riddle can make sure your always doing well and IF they hurt you which I don't see it happen but it could riddle would gladly heal you up and Trey could bake for you and protect you.

Ace & Deuce:

Okay so I think this would work as like they both try and like lock you somewhere where only they could find you though that's what most would probably do but whatever and like I don't see much here sorry-

Cater:

Okay so like he forces you to take pictures with him all the time and always tries to hide your sad face of being trapped in his room so he puts filters on and make you smile and always shows you how much people love your fake smile.

Jamil & Kalim:

Y'all KNOW these guys are working together like they don't even need to lock Y/N up Jamil just needs to hypnotize you and hide the fact your spellee and like they could just walk around holding your hand and they lock you up like Jamil did in book 4 lol see he's my favorite character and he is absolutely horrifying

𝕍𝕚𝕝:

Okay so like he spells the Apple as a love spell feeds it to you boom! That easy! He doesn't even need to chain you up.

ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕜 ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕥:

HOLY FUCKING GOD OMG okay so like this dude already stalks you imagine him actually taking you as his prey and like chaining you up as a trophy or something like he's already scary you gotta get scarier like god man I don't think I'll be able to live with that.

𝔼𝕡𝕖𝕝:

I don't really see it but that's probably because I'm not a big Epel fan so I don't know much other than he likes being strong or something I'm probably even wrong on that so I'm so sorry to all you Epel fans/simps I can't do this one sorry.

𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕒 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕣:

Imagine ge respects women to much to do this 😘 but I mean if he did he'd probably chain you up yeah and just like sleep with you while your chained up and bring you meat eat (so of you are a real plant eater us better get going-)

ℝ𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕖:

I can kinda see this maybe he could side with Leona or just keep you there I don't really see it happen but just tell me what you guys think.

𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜 ℍ𝕠𝕨𝕝:

Hm....fuck... Your up against one of the strongest (physical form) students how the heck you escaping that??? Your not at least I wouldn't my body is to small and fragle he'll break me the moment we touch bruh.

𝔸𝕫𝕦𝕝 𝔸𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠:

I feel like the fish mafia are some of the scariest yanderes because like I could see Azul actually using a spell to turn you into a fish or like a mermaid or something in than like he locks you in a tank and sits in his chair and just looks at your beauty and maybe made you sign a contract to forever be his oh! He didn't use a spell your silly ass signed a contract Hehehe hehehe fuck azul's yandere it's scary( I have a fear of being in water to long :'0)

𝕁𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙:

I feel like this could work with him and his brother bit also not I can totally see this man using chains like for sure and he changes your emotions from scared and sad that your locked up to happy and loving like fish mafia = scary fucking yanderes

𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕪𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙:

He's... Already scary enough yep he doesn't need to go any farther to give me nightmares he chains me up and I'm as good as dead and I know you are to let's just be honest I think Jade would help him chain you up tbh.

𝕀𝕕𝕚𝕒:

Maybe lock you in his room or the lab idk cause I'm not at that part of the game yet but I know a few things so maybe like that and he would XD omg imagine he forces you to play Mario Kart with him XD just a thought lmao

𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕦𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕒:

Probably tries to turn you into a fairy or something crap maybe makes you prick your finger so you don't run away and your fast asleep or something and he just watches you and forces you to be his queen I bet on a lot of these you aren't human like they turn you into some sorta creature that's from there home or kind.

𝕃𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒:

Hm... Yep... Yep that's scary alright so like imagine your just living hour life than this 200 year old man short as your dresser walks in and is like "your mine now" he take you home and you wake up the next day chained up and bleeding like.. Lilia I could see them playing rough tbh.

𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣:

Y'know I don't really see it maybe you do but I don't.

𝕊𝕖𝕓𝕖𝕜 ℤ𝕚𝕘𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕥:

Okay just a funny thought imagine he like ties you up and you guys are sitting together and he just tells you how much he love waka-sama XD and like he just explains it and he's like "oh yeah I love you a nd your here because I love you but I love waka-sama so much I could never tie him up" like boi-

PLEASE tell me if I forgot someone brain not going through

I could imagine Azul sitting as his desk saying a little peom

"Dear the deep blue sea! Let me be the only light you see!"