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padawanduck · 1 year ago
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i started listening to mike blooms interviews (he never misses) and the matt one was hilarious.
both for him trying to laugh off his misogynistic comments as “just a joke just roasting” when he made them all behind her back and including 161 comments on the live feeds after america left the house (someone not me counted apparently)
but even the game questions it feels like matt is still failing to articulate the things that people like taran saw as his gameplay and strategy. he literally called Jag the strategic one of the two of them.
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emmyrosee · 3 months ago
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The “would you kiss me for $10 or the prettiest girl on the world for $1000?” trend with modern au bf sukuna 👀👀
dummy 🙄 sukuna???
SENT If you send me some fuck shit, hand to god
dummy 🙄 would you kiss me for $10
or kiss the prettiest girl ever for $1000???
SENT Depends on who the competition is
There's three dots that indicate you're typing, then they disappear. They reappear, and he chuckles as he imagines you, fighting for the words to come to your mind as he effortlessly, works your buttons. The dots disappear again, and this time, they stay gone. He quirks a brow at the lack of angry texts from you, only to then groan at the idea that this time, he's taken it too far, his jokes have gotten him nowhere, and he takes a deep breath in to keep himself cool in the dairy aisle at the convenience store.
SENT It was a joke, brat
I'd never want to kiss anyone else
Not when I get to kiss you for free, any time I want, you know that, right?
You merely put your phone on Do Not Disturb. He takes another deep breath in as he digs himself deeper into the hole of your wrath, and he quickly makes his way to the snack aisle, grabbing your favorite chips and heading straight for the candy aisle for an extra boost. By the time he's done, it looks like he's throwing a damn birthday party, but he can't bring himself to care. Not when you're at home, pouting over him.
By the time he gets home, you still haven't answered him. He braces himself for your silence as he unlocks the door and nudges it open with his knee. To his surprise, you're in the kitchen making tea, but there's a blanket covering your body with only your face peeking out.
"You look comfy," he hums, and you sneak a hand out of your cocoon to grab your mug of tea.
"Well since I'm so hideous and disgusting that even my own boyfriend doesn't want to kiss me, I've decided to become a recluse," you hiss, making your way back down the hall. "Don't follow me."
"You know I'm going to follow you," he scoffs, instantly following you down the hall into your shared bedroom. There's a blue light cascading over the walls from the tv, and the curtains are drawn shut. You put the tea on your side table and scuttle back into bed. He rolls his eyes and walks his way on your side of the bed. "Let me kiss you."
"Let me give you $10."
"I'm not taking $10-"
"Well someone has to," you snap. "At least, until you find someone just soooo much prettier than me, then you get even more money to kiss me with. Doesn't that sound like a good plan?"
"Babe, it was a joke-"
"And I'm not laughing."
He snarls his lip slightly before scooping his arms under you, hauling you up and onto his lap and ignoring your shoves and batting of hands. He wastes no time is pressing wet kisses to your cheeks and neck, relishing in how your body shakes trying to hold in your laughter.
“Don’t you ever-“ he kisses your temple firmly. “Deprive me-“ kissing your jawline. “Of your kisses.” His lips press to the corner of your mouth, and the hand not cradling your body comes up to grip your chin to hold you steady. “Brat.”
“Don’t tell me I’m not pretty then!” You whine.
“Of course you’re pretty,” he scoffs, pressing another kiss to your face. “I never said that. I would never say that. You’re the fucking prettiest. You’re mine. Of course you’re the prettiest.”
You go quiet, and he thinks you’re about to get mad at him again; however, you turn to rest your head on his shoulder, pressing a tiny kiss to his neck.
“Say more stuff like that,” you murmur.
He smirks, “there is no girl prettier than you. Trust me.” He turns his head to kiss your other cheek, squishing you slightly in the process. “Ive seen it all, baby. You’re the one. And even if someone tries to give me money to kiss you, I don’t fucking want it-“ he kisses you again. “Because I get to do it for free. And that shit’s priceless.”
“Softie,” you snort. He groans and turns his head to bite your cheek firmly, but his heart speeds up at the way you kick your feet out and flail them in protest. “Oww! I’m sorry, don’t bite!”
“I’m not a child nor a dog, woman,” he grumbles, but he does release your cheek and press a kiss to your brow bone in compensation. “No matter how you see me, anyways.”
“My feral little doggy,” you prod.
He yaks, but can’t help the smirk that curls on his cheeks from your laughter.
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love44lew · 2 months ago
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kinktober day one: in heat
彡driver max verstappen x fem!reader
彡genre smut (with a little plot), sub!reader, softdom!max, a little dumbification, petnames, unprotected, dirty talk, multiple rounds, reader gets put to sleep #melatonindck
彡summary you wake up from a nap uneasy
彡notes october is my favorite month of the year!! i should’ve started the first but whatever 🙄🙄
彡warning sexual content
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you plopped down on the couch next to max. you had just woken up from a nap with and ache in your lower stomach and in between your legs, you thought it was just your period but that had already passed a week ago. you didnt know what was wrong with you. 
your panties were soaked and your palms were clammy. probably had a wet dream, but now that wet dream has effected your real life and you need help. you lie in a fetal position with your hands pressing your lower stomach. max placed his phone down and ran his baby soft hands down your back, moving his thigh a little so your head can rest on it. “whats wrong liefde?” his brows furrowed as his face showed genuine concern. you just groaned in response, your nose nuzzling into his thigh with your eyes shut. “baby” he tucked some hair back from your face.
your eyes fluttered open as your gaze locked on him. your puplils dilating a little wider upon seeing his face. “my pretty girl, whats wrong with you? are you sick?” he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. you were a little warm, but its naturally cold in the house so you were all wrapped up in your blankets. “mm-mh” you shook your head. “cramps?” you shook your head again. “i cant help you if you dont use your words” he brushed a finger over your eyelid as his hand cupped the side if your face. “t-touch me, please” your legs slightly shivering as the words managed to collect into anything but a slur. “ima need you to be more specific, i’m touching you right now” he lifted an eyebrow and you whined a little in frustration with his slight naiveness.
“touch my body while you fuck me. fuck me please, it hurts” your breath hitched and your voice cracked as you sat up. without a word max began stripping off his clothes. you quickly threw aside your shirt which was the only thing you had on. you turned around your knees dug into the soft cushions and your back arched as you waited dripping for him. max slapped his heavy cock on your cunt, your legs shaking a little. “so fucking wet for me” he rubbed his shaft between your folds before positioning himself aligned with your dripping cunt.
his cock sunk into you, air released making a funny sound. max giggled, “pussy talking to me, huh?” his hand landed hard on your rear mounds. the sting was so sweet your hips thrusted back onto him.
he continued thrusting into you as your bodies moved in synch with each other. he reached his hand over to grab your wrists, holding them behind you as his other hand lay on your lower back. his cock dug deeper than before, your cunt making wet noises as your slick coated his shaft. “mm doll, you’re taking me so well” his voice rung sweetly in your ears. you hear nothing but the sounds of your own muffled moans him pounding into your soaking hole.
you felt like you could go on for hours without being completely satisfied, which is exactly what happened. you both came in 5 different positions and your cunt still wanted more, your legs were so tired and you could barely collect words together or even form a thought. the pressure had relieved a bit but his cock felt sooo soo good and you took him so well he couldn’t get enough of your cunt either.
“my dick might fall off if we keep this up” your mouth tugged into a weak smile at his remark.
“you like it when i make you cum back to back though..” he sat up and tapped his thigh signaling that you get on. you straddled him as you slowly sunk down onto his still very prominent arousal, using his shoulders as leverage. you rested your temple on his shoulder and felt yourself start to slip away. max pushed his shoulder forward forcing your head up as your tired eyes stared into his.
“stay awake, just a little longer.” your head tipped to the side as you sigh. “here, hold my hand” he whispers, taking your hand in his as your fingers intertwine.
his other hand grips on your hip, squeezing until it feels like its bruising—like you didn’t already enough of those. you gripped your hand on his shoulder and tried to lift yourself but you came crashing down as soon as you went up. you whined as your head fell onto his shoulder.
“i know baby, i know.” he rubs circles on your hip with his thumb. max adjusts himself causing you to let out an involuntary whimper.
he lets go of your hand and slides both of them to under your bum to hold you up to slowly let you back down and then up again. you feel his strong arms and chest flex with every movement. he groans when you rock your hips for him to go faster. his hips buck up into you, you yelp at the sudden force.
“sorry, sorry” max kisses your cheek along with a trail of apologies.
“dont s-stop” you whine out and he obliged, bucking his hips up again and again. he fucks you so good you could feel another orgasm approaching with every time he hit the spots you didn’t know existed but stung oh so good. “oh fuck-“ you felt another thick knot welling up in your core. you hugged him closer your moans and whines muffled into his shoulder.
your walls spasmed around him as your legs began to quiver.
“are you close, mijn liefje?” he asked panting a little. you just nodded, too drunk on bliss as his shaft continues to bruise your cunt.
“fuck—me too” his cock twitches inside your gummy walls.
“you want me to fill this pretty pussy again? hm?” his voice quivered a little. you nodded once again.
his pace picked up as his own climax came near. max’s tone went up a little higher than before, his groans and moans shifting into panting and a couple whimpers here and there.
“fuck fuck fuuuhh~ fuckfuckfucshitkfuck” as he pumped pearly ropes into your cunt, your own climax followed shortly behind. you now using his arms as support to grind your clit down onto his base. waves of pleasure washed over you as your body shivered and shook. your body had given out, passing out in his arms, with his cock still buried deep in your walls.
“liefde?” max called to you between pants, none to his avail, no response. a smile creeped on his face,
“i put my baby to sleep, hm?” he said to himself quietly as he felt all your muscles relax, your body melting impossibly further onto his. with his soft, plump lips, he landed soft kisses on your shoulder and neck, rubbing circles up and down your back.
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vinylmango · 2 months ago
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On our own terms
Nicholas Alexander Chavez x famous!black!reader
Description: Rumors begin to swirl about whatever is going on between Nicholas and (y/n). The pair share mutual friends, but that doesn’t have to mean anything…
Warnings: none that I can think of right now
Sorry if the formatting is weird, I wrote this on my phone 😅
PARTS: ONE two three four five
masterlist
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(y/n)
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(y/n) love an impromptu friends trip
sofcruz I’m already organizing the next one 👩🏼‍💻
> (y/n) yes pls hopefully Z and Tom can come next time
> zendaya yes pls 🙏🏽
user1 so are we just not acknowledging the soft launch…or…
user2 “friends trip”…yeah…ok 👀 we see that last slide girl
zendaya so happy for you 🥺
> (y/n) 🥺💗
user3 God I see what you have done for others…WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN
> user4 real 🫠
user5 idk who I’m more jealous of (y/n) because he looks hot or him because it’s (y/n) and she is everything 😭
> user6 welcome to bi panic
(y/n)loml Face card is deadly. Digging my grave as i type this
(y/n)loml just fallen to my knees in the middle of walmart
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nicholasalexanderchavez
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nicholasalexanderchavez much needed filming break
nicholasgalitzine still not over that football defeat are you?
> nicholasalexanderchavez it was a tie and you know it
taylorzakharperez unfortunately back to the grind 😔
nicchavezismine the first slide is my new lockscreen 😍😍😍
user1 are we going to ignore the legs that are obviously not his in the last pic?
user2 she’s so lucky but I know she’s probably hot so he’s lucky too 😭
user3 that should be me holding your hand 😭 THAT SHOULD BE ME MA-
lexiloo6 hi (louder than everyone else)
> user4 GET IN LINE
lexiloo6 BODY-ODY-ODY 🤤
lexiloo6 just say the word i am yours any time any place
lexiloo6 i am so down bad for this man it’s not even funny
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(y/n)
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(y/n) I love nature…almost as much as I love you
sofcruz ugh this is so cute. I could never wake up that early
> (y/n) it was worth it
> sofcruz literally meant for each other
nicholasalexanderchavez nature girl 🌺🌿
> liked by (y/n)
jazzsinclair love this
user1 his back is hot…is that weird to say?
> user2 no girl. We get it
itswes aren’t you directionally challenged?
> (y/n) you get lost twice and your brother will never let it go 🙄
> itswes praying for him to make it back. he’s way cooler than you are
> (y/n) love you too 😃
nicchavezismine simply here bc he liked. Although I don’t really see much to like…
> goddess(y/n) prime example of joblessness kids
(y/n)loml how are you real?! I’m so in love with you
(Y/n)loml just one chance (y/n) I just need one chance
(Y/n)loml marry me. If you could just sign the license I’ve already done the rest
> user3 real
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nicholasalexanderchavez
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nicholasalexanderchavez another item off the bucket list ⛰️ and I’m so happy I got to do it with you
nicholasgalitzine Sick photo dude. How long did the hike take?
> nicholasalexanderchavez like almost 3 hours but it was worth it for the pic
nicchavezismine he��s so fit 😍 I’d hike with you any day 💗
> user1 um…anyways…
(y/n) nature boy 🌿✨
> liked by nicholasalexanderchavez
sofcruz jeez you’re high up 😬
> nicholasalexanderchavez lol you know there’s a path right?
> sofcruz I am NOT outdoorsy
>> (y/n) but I love you anyways 💗 we balance each other out
>> sofcruz we do 🥺💗 love you. The yin to my yang
>>user2 lol not the sof and (y/n) love fest in his comments 😂 thats so random. Love them
lexiloo6 God you are hot
lexiloo6 so thankful I get to breathe the same air as you
lexiloo6 I’m flexible!
> user3 LMAOOO real
lexiloo6 the shirt is white next question
> user4 you are so delulu but so real girl
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zeltqz · 11 months ago
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it girl | sanzu h.
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synopsis. you find sanzu after a fight at a party and end up introducing yourself and helping him patch up. turns out sanzu isn't as extroverted when it comes to speaking to girls, rindou finds out.
contains. smut, first time (sanzu's a virgin), nervous sanzu, bold reader, mentions of violence, busted lips, bruised knuckles, kantou!manji era, nude/explicit photos, oral (m), sanzu gets head for the first time, koko rindou and sanzu are best friends idc.
author's note. sanzu's so pretty but i just know that boy has never felt the touch of a woman, hence why i wrote this lmfao. call it a power move or whatever 🙄 (i wanna see more submissive sanzu honestly). fanart credits: caravaggist
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“My head is fucking killing me,” Sanzu said with a pained groan. He began coughing until he started laughing, running purely on adrenaline. “I beat that fucker’s ass, didja see that?!”
“Shut up, stop being so loud.” Sanzu winced when Rindou smacked him upside the head. He looked down at his busted, bruised knuckles and cursed. “We’re so fucking dead.”
“Told you not to drink that much,” Koko sniped, gesturing with his chin over at Sanzu. “Got us into a goddamn fight.”
“Not my fault you guys are such wimps.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Koko doubled over to catch his breath, slumping against a car. 
“Are you guys okay?” you called out, steadily approaching the three boys. 
Your heart nearly stopped when they all turned to meet your eyes, but there was one you couldn’t take your eyes off of the most. He had green eyes and crazy pink hair tied up into a ponytail. You’d been eyeing him for the majority of the party, just small glances over at whichever end he was loudly talking at. The entire time you had been taking extra shots for courage to approach him but pussied out each time. When you were upstairs, there was loud shouting, chanting, and the sound of things breaking as a group of boys managed to get into a fight. You didn’t see the full thing, only coming down the stairs the exact moment you saw the three of them run outside, tearing down the street and around the block in record time. A quick scan of the party, you saw the pink haired guy was no longer there, so your feet went running before you could even think of what you were doing.
He was much prettier up close, an ethereal kind of beauty you rarely ever see. Not many people can rock long pink hair but he manages to make it work well.
You ran out, taking off after them. It was a miracle you found them, having guessed which direction they must’ve took off in. 
“Who are you?” Kokonoi asked, looking strangely at you.
“I was at the party,” you gestured down the street, “and saw everything. Are you guys okay?” you repeated, walking a little closer to the group. 
Kokonoi’s hostility dropped down a few notches and he nodded. Rindou shrugged and rolled his neck, trying to ease away the stiffness residing in his bones. Sanzu, on the other hand, just stared at you dumbfoundedly. He didn’t say a word, just stared at you with half wide eyes that only widened when you met his gaze. You held eye contact for a few seconds before looking down at his knuckles. Out of the three, Sanzu was probably the most roughed up, having done the most the entire fight and caught the most strays. His lip was busted and his knuckles were bruised.
“Oh that looks really bad. One second,” you said, pulling out a tissue from your pocket “Can I?” you asked, looking into his eyes. He doesn’t say yes or no, and Rindou isn’t even sure he’s breathing anymore. He doesn’t stop you as you hold his bruised hand and lift it up to your face for examination. 
You placed the tissue onto his knuckles. “I’m sorry that happened by the way. I don’t know how it started but I’m sure you guys didn’t deserve it.”
Kokonoi snorted and Rindou elbows him roughly. “Eh it’s whatever. Bottom line is we won, so.”
“You guys shouldn’t be fighting like that though. Especially in public. The police got called and are probably on their way here.”
“Wait seriously?!” Kokonoi whipped his head up at you and you nodded. He cursed under his breath. “We better get going again. Don’t wanna have to get bailed out again.”
Again?
“True that,” Rindou agreed, dusting off his pants. His head was pounding and he might probably have a concussion, but all that didn’t matter to him. He just needed to get out of here. “Call Ran, he’ll come pick us up.”
“He’s gonna fucking kill us,” Kokonoi replied.
“Better him than Mikey.”
“But—”
You tuned out the rest of their conversation and continued dabbing Sanzu’s knuckles, who still hadn’t said a single word since you approached. You blinked up at him and removed the bag from his hand. 
“Your lip is bleeding,” you announced, and he almost flinched away when your thumb rose to his lip. “Does it hurt?” He shook his head. “Can I put this on your lip?” You shook the tissue in your hand.
He nodded slowly and your smile nearly sent him straight to heaven. You pulled a water bottle from your purse and wet the tissue, pressing it on his lip and held onto his chin, tipping his head upright so you could see what you were doing better. Granted the tissue probably weren’t helping at all, but you had to work with what you had. 
“This looks really painful,” you murmured, fixated on the damages done to his face. He has these two pairs of twin scars on both sides of his mouth that you think are so cute. Without thinking, you let your thumb trace the diamond outline gently. You pull the tissue away from his lip and pocket it. “Does your lip hurt?”
Sanzu shook his head and you smiled. “That’s good.”
Rindou looked over at Sanzu weirdly, wondering why the loudest person in the group was suddenly so quiet. He didn’t have time to explore that train of thought deeper because Kokonoi spoke up.
“Rin, Sanzu. Ran’s on his way now. Let’s go.” He pocketed his phone and turned to you. “Thanks for the warning about the cops by the way. Really appreciate it.”
“It’s no problem.”
A black car pulled up to the curb and the window rolled down. “You three are so fucking dead,” Ran said exasperatedly. 
“As long as Mikey doesn’t find out we’re goo—” Kokonoi’s relief came crumbling down as his biggest fear came to light. The passenger seat window rolled down and Mikey’s face came into view. He didn’t look mad, honestly he didn’t look like anything. Just emotionless, but that was enough to scare the absolute shit out of Koko. “Boss, we can explain—”
“Get in the car.”
Kokonoi swallowed but obliged, his feet dragging behind him as he walked around the car to get in.
You looked back over at Sanzu who’s eyes hadn't left yours. “Guess this is goodbye. I’m (Name) by the way. What’s yours?”
Whatever reaction anyone was expecting, it wasn’t for Sanzu to completely stammer over his words, forgetting who he was, or how to form a literate sentence. “Me name? Who is—I—what, huh?”
Rindou looked at him like he grew two heads, even Mikey raised a confused brow. You pressed your lips together in a thin line to stop yourself from laughing and Sanzu’s ears burnt with humiliation. Frankly he was mortified with those being the first words he’s said to you ever. Rindou thankfully saved him from more embarrassment by grabbing the back of his collar hard.
“His name is Sanzu by the way,” he told you before dragging him towards the car, kicking him into the backseat. The door slammed shut and you watched as Rindou entered the front next to his brother and then the car pulled off, recklessly rounding the corner.
You stayed there for a minute, blinking, then smiled giddily down at the floor before making your way back to your friends inside.
~*~
“Yeah they’ve definitely got a concussion,” the nurse said, snapping her gloves off. She stepped away from the three boys at the table and handed them each plastic cups of water. “Make sure you drink plenty of water and get plenty of rest.”
“Thanks doc.” Mikey wrote her a check and she nodded, thanking him before exiting the room. He looked at the three in them in disappointment. They each had an annoying habit of crashing random parties going on in the street and getting shit faced, then turning up to work and events hungover or too exhausted. Now they have hit the final nail in the coffin by getting in a physical altercation with strangers and the police are probably looking for their asses right now.
“I have nothing to say to you three. You heard the woman, get plenty of rest,” he scolded before leaving the room.
“Who wants to bet the medical bills are coming out of our paycheck?” Rindou asked, sliding off the table. He rubbed his head exhaustedly and yawned.
“I might just have a heart attack if I see that,” Kokonoi responded, shuddering.
“That girl…” Sanzu muttered under his breath, scratching his chin.
“What?”
“That girl,” he repeated louder as if he just came to a sudden realisation, “was a fucking angel!”
“Oh. Welcome back to earth Mr. Who me is name I what?” Rindou mocked, amusement written all over his face as Sanzu rolled his eyes.
Kokonoi laughed loudly. “Oh yeah! What the fuck was that all about?”
“Shut up,” Sanzu grumbled and closed his eyes, blocking their mockery out. He tried to picture your face again behind his closed lids but the concussion was slowly getting worse and your face was starting to fade from his memory. “I need to find this girl and redeem myself. What’s her name?” he said snipply, snapping his fingers at the two boys for them to hurry up.
“Stop being a weirdo. You probably blew your chances anyway,” Rindou stated.
“Nah uh! It wasn’t that bad!”
“Who me is name I what?” Kokonoi repeated and Sanzu groaned loudly.
“Keep making fun of me whatever! But when I find her and make her my future wife I don’t want to hear shit from any of you.”
“Wow,” Kokonoi fake gasped. “You can tell your future kids the story of how you met!”
“Future wife huh?” Rindou chuckled. “So we’re just skipping past girlfriend?”
“Gotta aim big.”
Kokonoi shook his head. “That girl wants nothing to do with you.”
“Yeah? Well why did she patch me up and not you two fucking idiots then? HUH?” Sanzu gestured to his busted lip. The two boys had nothing else to say and just rolled their eyes, muttering whatever under their breath. “Exactly, shut the fuck up.”
Sanzu traced his scars with his finger. He could still feel the gentle trail of your finger on his skin and closed his eyes once more, picturing you in front of him, staring up at him with such care in your eyes as you genuinely found yourself worried at his injuries. He looked down at his knuckles, still bruised, and pictured your hand in his. He regretted not saying more to you earlier, regretted not actually having a conversation with you and telling him his injuries looked worse than they actually felt.
Sanzu stood up and Rindou called out to him. “Oi. Where the hell are you going? We’re heading back to mines.”
“I’m going back to that party to redeem myself.”
“It’s been like an hour and it’s almost three am. She’s long gone. Let it go.”
Sanzu shook his head, condescendingly clicking his tongue in a way that ground Rindou’s gears. “Don’t be jealous Rin.”
“Jealous of?”
“I got a girl that wants me for me, not my dick.”
“That’s something only a virgin would say,” Kokonoi inputs, laughing when Sanzu instantly closes his mouth. “No way, are you actually a virgin?”
“No I’m not!”
“Yes you are!”
“I’m not!”
“Who’d you lose it to?”
Sanzu scoffs. “Like anyone remembers that,”
“Okay playboy.” Rindou laughs. “I remember mine.”
“So do I,” Kokonoi high fives Rindou. The two of them look at Sanzu. “Well? What’s her name?”
“I was high. Don’t remember,” Sanzu shrugs. Rindou looks over at Koko who both equally look unimpressed. “ANYWAY! It doesn’t matter because I’m going to find that girl and redeem myself tonight.”
Kakucho enters the room. “Find what girl?”
“Redeem yourself for what?” Kokonoi asks.
Rindou laughs even louder. “Redeem himself for “Oh friend who I am what?””
Sanzu’s ears burn when Koko joins in the laughter. “Alright so just forget my question. Cool,” Kakucho rolls his eyes.
“Sanzu got us into a fight tonight and some girl helped him with his busted lip and now he thinks he’s in love.”
“I don’t think—”
“We know,” Kokonoi interrupts.
Sanzu shoots him a glare. “If you’d let me finish,” he says snarkily. “I don’t think I'm in love. I know I am.”
“In love with a girl you don’t even know the name of?” Kakucho asks hesitantly. He should be used to this by now honestly, it's not the first time Sanzu got hyper fixated over something, except in this case it's someone. In actuality, he should be worried for this girl, knowing how obsessive Sanzu gets at times. Picturing the boy in a relationship was something Kakucho just could not do no matter how hard he tries.
“I’ll find her name. You forget who I am and what I do in this goddamn organisation?”
“Aside from dragging us to useless parties and getting us involved in unnecessary fights?” Rindou asked.
“You had fun tonight, stop acting like you hated it that bad,” Sanzu complained.
“What did this girl look like?” Kakucho asks.
Sanzu describes your appearance from your height all the way down to your eye colour, recounting to his friends every single detail he managed to observe about you the entire time he spent staring at you. They all looked at him with concern.  Sanzu noticed their glare and shrugged. “What?”
“Surprised you didn’t count every single lash of hers honestly,” Kokonoi rubbed his forehead exhaustedly when his head pounded again. “This headache is killing me. Gonna head home.”
They all said goodbye and waited for him to leave the room. 
“I think I know the girl,” Kakucho said, recounting the horrifying moment of Sanzu describing you in as much detail as possible. 
“WHAT?!” Sanzu exclaimed far too loudly for his head and Rindou’s to handle, a sharp pain shooting their heads. “Ah fuck,” he groaned, rubbing his head. 
“Are you serious?” Rindou asked, looking at Kakucho who nodded.
“Yeah. Someone like that lives on my floor. I see her leaving every morning.”
“To Kakucho’s we go!” Sanzu grinned, grabbing the younger boy's hand and dragging him outside. Rindou reluctantly follows behind them, wanting to see where this situation was heading. 
Kakucho ended up being right, and when they entered the lobby of his apartment, they saw you collecting your mail. Sanzu’s feet felt frozen to the floor as he just stared at your side profile. He almost had a stroke when you turned to face in his direction, and he swore you were looking directly at him when you broke out into a smile, waving your hand.
“Hey! Haven’t seen you in a while,” you said and Sanzu was confused. It’s only been a few hours, hasn’t it? 
You were walking and he stood up a little straight when it looked like you were heading towards his direction, only for his heart to do a complete 360 when you hugged Kakucho instead. It wasn’t an affectionate hug, both your hands barely lingered on each other’s body, just an awkward side hug that lasted barely 2 seconds.
“Yeah, you know. I’ve been busy with work and stuff.”
“Ah cool cool. I’ve been collecting your mail though.” You handed him his mail. He thanked you and held them under his arm. 
You looked at two boys next to them and then gasped. “Oh its you!” You pointed between Sanzu and Rindou, who only nodded, asking how you’ve been. Sanzu was frozen again as you and Rindou gave each other basic small talk, only breaking out of his stupor when Rindou elbowed him hard in the stomach. 
You bit down a laugh when you saw Sanzu clutch onto his stomach in pain. “Oh my god, are you alright?” Sanzu could hear the laugh in your voice, but didn’t feel offended the slightest.
“I’m good, yeah. Just distracted.”
“Oh. Am I boring you?”
He was too scared of the fact you thought that about him to notice the playful hint in your voice. “No! Not at all. I just have a concussion that's all.”
“No way. Does it hurt? Are you okay?” You hesitantly lift your hand up and press it on his forehead which is burning up. “You need to get some sleep right now.”
“It’s too late to drive right now.” Kakucho says. “You two can just sleep at mine.”
“Only if I get your bed,” Sanzu adds.
“Fuck that. Sleep on the couch.”
“But I’m concussed.”
“And who’s goddamn fault is that?”
Sanzu rolled his eyes. Kakucho sighed. “Fine. You can get the bed.”
“Let’s fucking go,” Sanzu grinned and started heading towards the elevator. The other two boys followed them and Kakucho looked behind at you. 
“You coming?”
Sanzu pressed the button and turned to look at you and Kakucho as you shook your head. “No, I'm heading back out.”
“Right now?” Kakucho says and looks at his watch, “It’s almost 4 am?”
“I know,” you sigh exhaustedly. “My friend, well kinda friend, I guess wants me to come to his house. Just got his text a few minutes ago.”
“At this hour?” Kaku says sceptically.
“So a booty call?” Rindou says and gets elbowed by Kakucho, telling him to mind his business.
You laugh. “I guess if that's what you want to call it. I don’t sleep with him, he just uses me to impress his friends it feels like.” Your eyes slide over to Sanzu who has a scowl on his face and looks away almost immediately after you make eye contact. “I don’t wanna do it but he scares me so I feel like I have to.”
“What’s his name?” Kakucho asks.
“Why? You gonna hurt him?” you ask back. Though you and Kakucho are only neighbours at best, you’re well aware of what he does and his reputation around town. The Brawler is his nickname, or was, back when he was in Tenjiku. But you didn’t know what his role or job entailed, all you knew he was in some shady shit and you wanted no part of it. 
“Depends if I know the guy or not.”
You roll your eyes. “His name is Osanai.”
“Wait a minute,” Rindou says, “Is he tall? Smokes all the time, blonde hair? Kinda tan?”
“Yeah…” you say slowly, sceptically, “how’d you know?”
“We’ve actually been kinda looking for that guy. Mikey wanted to see him, didn't he?” Rindou asks Kakucho who shrugs and points over to Sanzu who’s been awfully quiet the entire time. “Didn’t he?” Rindou asks Sanzu again.
“Oh. Yes he has.” He looks up and meets your gaze one more time before looking away. 
“Where’s he at?” Rindou asks, approaching you.
“I dunno probably his house?”
“Okay but where genius.”
You give him Osanai’s address and he starts heading outside. “Wait! Don’t kill him or something.”
“Why do you care what we do? Doesn’t he scare you?”
“I mean yes but that doesnt mean I want him dead…”
Kakucho sighs. “Sanzu wait here with (y/n), me and Rindou will sort this out.”
Sanzu instantly looks at Kakucho. “Wait—”
“Just do it,” Rindou snickers before the two of them leave. Sanzu watches them go with a betrayed look on his face, already thinking of 101 different ways to kill Rindou once he got back home.  You look up at Sanzu and smile at him.
“So…you can go home if you want. I don't need a babysitter.”
“No it's fine I'll uh wait here.”
“We can go back to mine?” you ask a little hopeful.
Sanzu opens his mouth to speak but the words can't seem to come out. He resorts to nodding and you smile, taking his hand in yours and walking up to your apartment. 
~*~
Three hours in and you’ve been binging shitty movies together, laughing at the bad plot and horribly written characters. When you first saw Sanzu at the party, he was outgoing and the life of the room honestly. Maybe your opinion is a bit biased because you were focused on nothing but him, but he had this energy that attracted you to him. Now, in front of you, he’s nothing like he was a few hours ago, he seems shy and reserved, keeping to himself but he’s still funny and cracks a few jokes that make you cackle every now and then.
“Wait you got a little, i’ll get it for you,” you say, cupping his chin and turning his face to you. He watches you with wide eyes as your thumb comes up to his lip and wipes some tomato sauce off. you make continuous eye contact with him as you bring your thumb to your mouth and lick the sauce off the tip. Then, you almost give the guy a heart attack when you go back in with your wet thumb and wipe the remnants of the sauce on the corner of his mouth. 
His pizza flops in his hand and something else rises in his pants as you pull back, sitting reasonably closer than you did before, resting your head on his shoulder, continuing to watch the movie. It’s hard for him to even focus on the TV with you sitting this close to him right now. He can smell your shampoo, your perfume, can feel your body heat warming him up and he’s actually going to pass out if you continue clinging to his arm like that. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat a little, hoping his boner goes down and praying you don’t see it. 
Just to be on the safe side, he nonchalantly grabs a couch cushion and places it on his lap, claiming he's cold. You don’t buy it one bit but only smirk at the hidden implications. You let out a fake yawn and shift even closer to him, bringing your feet onto the couch, shifting into a lying position. 
You look up at Sanzu and smile slightly. “Is this okay with you?” you ask, batting your eyes at him.
“Y-yea. It's fine. cool.” He swallows thickly and turns to look back at the TV.
The cushion gets in the way and you click your tongue, sitting upright and almost bashing him in the jaw with your head. You toss the cushion away and Sanzu's about to protest before you lay back down, your head only inches away from his crotch. His erection was going down slowly but now it might as well sprung back up. 
“Oh wait a second,” you said, sitting upright and Sanzu almost panicked when you pointed down at his crotch. “You okay?”
“I—sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“No, it's fine,” you laugh. “These things are uncontrollable, I know.” Sanzu sighs in relief. “Do you need any help?” you ask and he blinks at you.
“What?”
“Nevermind,” you clear your throat. “That was a dumb question.”
“No wait!” he says abruptly, making you jump. “I mean, yeah, if you don’t mind.”
“Really?” you perk up a little. 
“Yeah I guess.”
You move to sit next to him, your head only inches away from his. “This is gonna sound a bit creepy but,” your eyes drop to his lips, “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you tonight.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” you say absentmindedly, distracted as you ran your finger over his scars. “Thought you were so pretty.”
“Pretty…?”
“Yeah, you’re really pretty Sanzu.”
He bites his lip, fighting the urge to look away from your intense eyes in the dark. You’re leaning in closer and his eyes close and then he feels your lips pressing against his. It starts off with short pecks that linger a little too long before you're actively moving your lips against his. Your hand cups his face and you pull him closer, sucking on his lips and entering your tongue into his mouth. He moans softly when your fingers find their way to his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.
You pull away and plaster kisses to his neck, gently pushing him down onto the couch, your body basically straddling him as you kiss down his throat.
His body feels hot and he can't focus anywhere  but your lips going down his body. Your fingers grab the seam of his shirt and your lips tickle against his skin as you mutter, “Take this off.”
He obediently does as he’s told and lifts his arms up as you help him remove the shirt. You toss it on the other couch and sit upright to examine his chest. His abs were faint but visibly and you bit your lip, running your finger along his chest.
He stares up at you as you look distracted at the sight of his bare chest. You make eye contact and smirk a little before lifting your shirt up and over your head. His eyes go wide at the sight of you in your bra. You go back down and kiss down his stomach, fingers moving to unzip his jeans and pull them down.
“Wait wait wait!” You freeze and look up at the boy in front of you, tilting your head in confusion. He swallows thickly. “I haven't…done this before.”
Your eyes widen in surprise. “Really?”
“Shocking, I know.”
“Oh. It really is. I thought girls would be all over a guy like you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like I said before, you’re really pretty Sanzu.” He instantly looks away and you laugh. “You’re shyer than I expected Sanzu. At the party you were really loud and stuff, I didn't expect this. It’s cute.”
“I’m not shy.”
“You said less than 100 words to me tonight and we’ve been hanging out for almost four hours.”
“...”
You laugh and sit upright, leaning back in to kiss him. “Do you still want me to…” Your fingers trail down his body, rubbing the outline of his cock in his briefs.
“If you want to.”
“I obviously do, that's why I'm asking you.”
“Sure then.”
You give him one last kiss before settling back between his lips. His cock has never felt more sensitive than in this moment when your fingers wrap around his cock, pulling it free from his boxers. It stands tall against your face and you lick the tip, not ceasing eye contact. He feels obligated to watch you suck his cock and desperately wants to look away because he knows he will bust in less than ten seconds if you keep staring at him like that.
You take him in your mouth and he moans so loudly, the sound soft and heavenly. You smile around him and begin to suction your cheeks as you take him lower. Your tongue swirled around his shaft every time you bobbed. He was throbbing inside you, your heavy eye contact and warm mouth making him grow harder.
He finally broke the eye contact to throw his head back, a long groan of “fuccccckkkkkkk,” leaving his mouth as he placed his hand on your head, bobbing you up and down. You moaned when his hips bucked up into you.
You pull off his cock and jerk him off, his words dying in his throat when he feels your tongue lick his balls, sucking gently on them.
He sits up and holds the back of your head, his fingers digging into your scalp as he pants heavily. Your eyes squeeze shut as you focus on pleasuring him, putting your mouth back onto his cock and taking him deeper than you did before, your fingers gently massaging his balls.
“I’m gonna—fuck, i’m coming,” he groans and without warning holds the back of your head, pressing you down and came inside your throat. 
Honestly you were shocked he lasted this long. Your body felt so warm and hot hearing his pretty moans, and the sight of him with his mouth open, head thrown back was something you’d never forget. His grip on your head ceased and you pulled off his cock, eyes teary and watery and mouth full of cum.
“Oh shit,” he mutters, watching you take a minute before swallowing. His dick twitches again. Without thinking, his thumb comes up to the corner of your lip and wipes a stray drop of cum. Before he can remove his thumb, your head turns and you suck the tip of it. “You’re actually trying to kill me, aren’t you,” he groans and you giggle around his thumb.
“Are you a virgin too if you’d never gotten head before?” 
He nods shamefully and you can’t help but kiss him again. “Want me to take it?” you ask, forehead resting against his.
He blinks at you before not-so-subtly dropping his eyes down to your cleavage. “yeah.”
You grin and push him back down onto his back, slipping off the couch. He watches you strip down naked, your bra and panties are tossed to the opposite couch. Thanks to the help of the tv, your body is still a shadow but the outline of your body makes him instantly hard again. You climb back on top of him.
His hands migrate to your hips, and with absolutely zero confidence with what he’s doing, his hand slides towards your clit and you gasp when his thumb snakes its way to your folds. “You’re really wet.”
You squirm, slightly embarrassed but bite your lip, amusement in your voice as you say, “Yeah…that’s supposed to happen.”
“I know that,” he grumbles, still rubbing your clit in circles, wetting his fingers with your arousal. “I’m not an idiot.”
He pulls his hand away and you grab his wrist, guiding his finger into his mouth, watching him suck your juices off his fingers. “God that’s hot,” you pull his fingers out and lean back down to kiss him.
“I'm going to get condoms,” you say against his lips before pulling away. He nods and watches you head down the hallway when his phone buzzes. 
rindou: we found osanai so we’re heading back right now
sanzu: hell no just go home 
rindou: ???? walk home then tf
sanzu: don't think that's an issue honestly think i might be sleeping over if you know what i mean ;)
rindou: what? you’re getting laid? YEAH RIGHT
sanzu: IM NOT LYING
rindou: i never once ever in my entire life found you funny but you’re telling some good jokes right now
sanzu: 1) im always funny, 2) im serious.  i would send you proof but then you’d see my dick and thats gross
rindou: would rather bleach my eyeballs honestly. you could barely look this girl in the eye and you really expect me to believe you’re fucking her?
“I’m back!” you call out making sanzu jump. “What’re you doing on your phone?” you ask, snatching it from his hands and reading the messages. 
It’s a miracle it’s dark right now because Sanzu doesn’t know what he’ll do if you saw him blushing from embarrassment right now.
“He’s fucking rude. Why doesn’t he believe you?” you huff, handing him his phone back before your face lights up. “Wanna show him?”
“Show him what…” He hopes you’re not heading in the direction you’re so obviously going. 
“You know what I mean, c’mere.” You sit back against the couch and pull up the camera app on his phone. You hold the phone out in front of you, “Stick your tongue out.” 
He does so and you stick yours out also, just barely grazing his as you snap a bunch of pictures. You take a couple more in different poses, putting your lips in a kissy face and kissing his cheek, his lips and resting your forehead against his as you smile at the camera. 
You sit upright and scroll through the photos, smiling at each of them. “Send these to me after yeah.” You toss the phone behind you and rip open the condom. You reach behind you and slip it easily down his shaft before aligning it with your pussy. “Ready?”
“Yeah…” The tip nudges your clit before slipping inside, warm heat instantly engulfing the tip of his cock and his mouth falls open, panting breathily as you continue sinking downwards, watching the pleasured look on your face as your pussy squelches trying to accommodate his entire length.
“Oh fuck,” you whimper, fixing your hands onto his chest for support. You bounce experimentally, ripping another moan from your throat it sinks you a little lower. 
“Shit, shit—wait,” He digs his nails into the fat of your ass cushioned against his thighs.
“Sanzu,” you moan, collapsing down onto his chest, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He can hear your breathy pants beside his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
“You feel so fucking good,” He huffs against your ear and you sit upright, pushing your arms behind you to his knees and start swiveling your hips in circles that turn to full on bouncing on his cock. 
His eyes are focused on your tits that swing in motion with your movements and he can’t help but lift you up and down on his cock. “Fuck,” He gropes and squeezes your cheeks as you whimper, clenching around his cock with every bounce.
“Touch me please,” you whimper, looking down at him, grabbing one of his hands and bringing them up to your tits. He squeezes it and runs his thumb along your nipple, sending ripples of pleasure through your body, giving you more motivation to continue bouncing.
“Wait, slow down— oh fuck.” His body was tense, and you were sure he was leaving fingernail shaped dent marks on your hip with how tight his grip was. His cock felt so good, having a slight tilt to it that hit that spot no other guy had been able to reach. You couldn’t stop bouncing, his words falling on deaf ears.
“Wait wait wait stop,” he gasped, his grip getting tighter, bringing you to a stop. Wasting no time, you lean back down and begin kissing along his jaw as he catches his breath, impatiently wiggling your hips just to feel something. “I just came,” he admitted.
You froze and shot up, looking down at him. “For real?” he nodded, wiping a shameful hand over his face. “That's so cute,” you giggle and kiss him. 
You lifted yourself up and off his cock and laid down on top of him. “Did you like it?” you ask, tracing your finger along his chest.
“Yeah, it felt so good.”
“Yay,” you smiled bashfully.
“You didn’t finish though.”
“Eh it's not a big deal. I wanted to make you feel good.”
“Still though…” he mutters, pouting at the fact he didn’t make you feel as good as he felt. 
His phone buzzed and he sat upright to grab it. 
rindou: having fun loverboy??? u busy humping her pillow to text me back? asshole
Sanzu scoffs and you lean your head against his shoulder and read the messages. “Send him the photos.”
He turns to look at you, your lips almost brushing against his in the process. “You sure? You’re kinda naked in them.”
“I don't really care. It’s just a boob. You can crop it out if you’re that worried.”
“Okay…” He crops your chest out of the photo and stares down at the photos once more. He's never deleting these. He sends three different photos to Rindou, not even bothering to caption them and turns his phone off, waiting for his response.
“Oh wait! Gimme your phone!” You hold your hand out as he hands it to you. 
“What’re you doing?”
“Adding my number,” you hum and add your number to his contacts, adding a heart after his name. You’re never usually this forward, but you knew you wanted Sanzu from the moment you saw him, and you weren’t going to let him slip away. “Call me when you get home. okay?” Your forehead brushes against his and your eyes dart down to his lips, fighting the urge to kiss them.
“Okay.”
You give into temptation and kiss him slowly. Your thumbs traced along his jawline as you hum, almost lazily enticing your tongue with his. His hands ran teasingly along your body, cupping your ass and pulling you back on top of him.
The doorbell rang and you sat upright, cursing under your breath. “I’ll get it.” You press one more kiss to his lips and slip off the couch to re-dress. Your shirt was backwards and your pants were inside out, but you didn’t care as you answered the door with a cheery, “yes?”
Kakucho rubbed his forehead with a world heavy sigh and you instantly felt all colour drain from your face. He was with Rindou and probably saw the photos. “How can I help you Kaku?”
“Just…just tell Sanzu to come on, let’s go.”
Sanzu appears behind you,redressed, and gives you a hug goodbye, his arms lingering around your form for much longer than Kakucho considered friendly. You pull away and whisper in his ear for him to call you when he gets home. He nods and you plant another kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Sanzu is about to deepen the kiss before Kakucho grabs him by the back of his shirt and tugs him out of your apartment. 
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moonstruckme · 8 months ago
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oh my god i was hoping u werent sick (no pun intended unless…) of all the doc rem requests!!!
can we get not just a regular doc rem but a casually dominant doc rem. like he’ll make sure ur drinking ur water, fixing ur posture by pulling your shoulders back gently, forcing u to put on a jacket if its just a tad 🤏🏻 bit cold outside
and ofc will scold u (lovingly) in the process. fem!reader is all like 🙄 but loves how much he cares about her
You're a genius for this lovely, thanks for requesting!
cw: alcohol
doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 994 words
Your throat’s been bothering you since you woke up. It’s just a little scratchy, barely anything, but it feels like an ill omen. Still, you’re not going to bring your life to a halt on the slim chance the tickle in your throat is going to turn into something worse, and Remus would never hear the end of it if you skipped out on one of Sirius’ things anyway. 
You probably should have abstained from drinking, though. You’ve only had one, but now your throat hurts worse, the music and chatter are too grating, and your head feels a tad fuzzier than it ought to. Sirius and Remus have gone from bickering about music to teaming up against James to bicker about films without your noticing, and now Lily’s offering you another drink and you have to ask her to repeat herself before declining. There’s an inconvenient ache blooming behind your eyes. 
You know you’ve been sussed out when Remus wraps his hands around your hips, pulling you into his lap. 
“You’re quiet,” he murmurs. “Everything alright?” 
“Mhm.” You leave it at that, leaning a back against his chest. 
He hums. “Did you finish your water today?” 
“Yeah.” 
“What have you had to eat?” 
You roll your eyes. Remus knows, somehow. He gives your hip a warning squeeze. 
“Rem, I’m fine.” 
“What have you eaten?”
You tell him, as if he wasn’t there for breakfast and didn’t pack your lunch himself. He nods, reassured you’d finished it all. 
“You seem knackered for only having had one drink,” he observes. 
You shrug. “I’m just not up to more tonight.” 
It’s the wrong thing to say. 
Remus hums, his grip adjusting just slightly to hold you more securely against him. “Are you not feeling well?”
“I’m just a bit tired.” 
“Dove.” Your boyfriend has several tones you know well enough to pick up on a single word. This one is all too familiar. It’s mistrustful, admonishing, heavy with the weight of implied consequence. It says, I know you’re not being fully honest with me. 
James may not pick up on all that, but he recognizes the shift in Remus’ attention, one of your boyfriend’s lengthy hands splaying protectively over your stomach. He sends you an amused look, which you return with a touch of loving pique, and then Remus is turning you around in his lap. 
“Dove,” he says again, breath fanning over your face and eyes boring into yours and overall torturously close to you, “are you going to tell me what’s going on with you?” 
You give up on denials, turning your eyes up to his pleadingly. “It’s really not bad,” you try.
Remus is unmoved. “Tell me, and I’ll say if it’s bad.” 
“I don’t want to make it a thing.” 
“You’re not. Go on.” 
You sigh, squirming under the attention you can feel at your back. Remus’ friends have continued talking, but you know his behavior has caught their attention. “My throat’s just a bit sore,” you admit, “and I guess the alcohol must’ve made it worse.” Remus sets a hand to your forehead, nodding for you to continue. “I feel a bit more affected than I usually would, so I decided to stop. That’s all.” 
“Well, you don’t have a fever.” You release a tiny exhale, and Remus’ lips twitch. “How long has your throat been bothering you, sweetheart?” 
You consider lying, but it’ll only make things worse. “Since this morning.” 
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but your boyfriend’s stare beats that easily. “You ought to have told me,” he says in a low voice. 
“It’s just a sore throat.” You roll your eyes. Remus makes a soft tsking sound that lets you know he’ll remember it. 
“I have you talk to me about these things for a reason,” he says. “Do you know why that is?” 
You’d really rather not enable him, but you’re trapped. You let your expression convey your reluctance. “Why?” 
“Because I’d tell you,” he slips one hand beneath your top, thumb sweeping across your side in the way that softens you like butter, “not to drink when you’re coming down with something.” 
“I don’t know if I am,” you say weakly. 
“Hopefully not.” Remus smears a kiss across your forehead, reaching for his coat. “But if you are, we might still be able to avoid it if you let yourself rest. Y/N’s not feeling well,” he explains to Sirius when the other boy notices his preparations for departure. “I’m going to take her home.” 
“Aw, I didn’t know you were sick,” James covers for his sour friend, who’s still looking like he might protest. 
“I’m not,” you say, but Remus ushers you towards the door. 
Lily gives you a kind look, glancing knowingly towards your boyfriend. “Feel better, love.” 
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he placates his friends, placing his jacket over your shoulders. He opens the door for you, and seems all too prepared for the argument on the tip of your tongue when you step outside. “Don’t take off the jacket. You should have brought your own, but now that you’re sick I don’t want to risk weakening your immune system.” 
“I’m not sick,” you insist, starting to shrug the jacket off despite his hands pinning it to you. “And it’s barely cold out here.” 
Remus levels you with a look. “Keep it on.” 
You huff but stop your attempts to remove the covering, trying not to notice how Remus has slowed his brisk pace to accommodate you. “Why did we have to leave?” you ask. “I’m not feeling that bad, really.” 
“I figured you wouldn't want me looking down your throat with a flashlight in front of everyone.” You purse your lips, and Remus grins, wrapping an arm around you. He rubs your shoulder through the material of his jacket. “I’m looking out for you in more ways than one, dove,” he teases, “you can trust in that.”
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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 months ago
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𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏: Cockwarming w/ Sam Winchester
a/n: okay so yeah, what if i projected completely onto this fic? i am only a woman, and ovulation week is utter hell, so forgive me if i have to take it out on fictional characters 🙄
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When you’re ovulating, Sam is ashamed to say that he can’t keep up with your needs sometimes.
There was a time when he was a spry young buck that could go round after exhausting round, but as he ages and the harder he works, more than two rounds are few and far in-between.
He knows when it’s time, because you get that ravenous look in your eye whenever he rambles about a case, or when you admire his hands when they trail down whatever ancient text he’s managed to get his hands on.
Now listen, he’s stared death in the face more than once in his life, but sometimes you’re so horny, he fears that you may actually eat him.
Like right now, you’re perched in his lap all but eating lips with the way you envelope them in yours, your tongue aggressively searching his mouth. Sam can feel the mixture of your shared spit bubbling at the corner of each other’s mouths. 
You’re pinned between the table and him, and you’ve tugged him so far into your body that he’s convinced you’re trying to mold the two of you together. It doesn’t help that you’re desperately grinding down into his lap in search of some friction.
He forces his lips away from yours and a pout instantly finds its way on your face, but you let him go, tucking a strand of rogue brown hair back behind his ear.
“Honey,” Sam begins, and his voice is hoarse. “What’s gotten into you?” His question ends in a chuckle, because he knows exactly what’s wrong with you. “I ate you out this morning. You can’t possibly tell me you need more.” 
“Sam.” You huff out. “I’m sorry. It’s just… you know – you just… looked so sexy here all concentrated and stuff and I just…” You grind down on him for emphasis. “‘Just need to have you, need your cock. Please, Sam.” You’re whimpering in his neck by now; a pleading, rutting mess of need.
There’s no choice in fighting it because he’s growing hard in his jeans that now all of a sudden feel way too fucking tight.
“Okay, okay. I got you sweetheart.” He murmurs, and the hot fan of his breath caresses the shell of your ear. You let out a sigh that couldn’t be mistaken as one anything other than relief. 
You’re kissing again.
Both of your hands are buried in the soft locks of his hair, pulling him possibly closer to you to the point where you’re arching into the table, the polished wood of it digging into your lower back. 
The pain doesn’t deter you, even as one of his fingers traces the waistband of your shorts. “I’m not wearing panties.” You breathe against his lips. “Don’t need any prep either, just need you.”
“Want to cockwarm me, baby? Want to sit here all day full of me?” Sam all but growls and you shiver. “Please.” It’s a whispered plea. “Get up and turn around.”
You scramble to follow, and the material of your shorts are baggy enough that you can pull the crotch part of it to the side. You hear Sam fumble with the belt and zipper of his pants before he finally frees himself from the confines of them.
“Sit down.”
One of your hand braces itself on the flat surface in front of you, the other pulling the material of your shorts to the side. Sam holds you steady on your hip, holding his cock up so you can sink down easily.
You gasp when the tip of dick breaches your entrance, the telltale burn of him being enough to muddle your already arousal strained mind. It doesn't hurt, just a mild discomfort until you bottom out completely.
His thighs are warm and sturdy under you, both of his palms squeeze your waist as you adjust to him, his forehead pressing against the back of your damp neck. You’re breathing heavily until you finally relax, and when you do, you swear you would have melted.
“Good?” Sam asked heavily.
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“Mhm.” Your agreement was a borderline moan, “So good.”
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simplygojo · 2 months ago
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Mysterious Day Off
Author's Note: I love the idea of domestic Toji so I actually LOVEDDD writing out this prompt request. TYSM for requesting! I hope this is up to your standards! We love a sexy lazy man.
Pairing: Toji Fuhsiguro x f!reader
Request: "'Let's spend the whole day in bed.' 'We have a few more minutes.' but toji and his partner with a job (his unemployed ass 🙄) i'm jk i love him the things i'd do to have him as my partner are unspeakable (for this can we imagine he's a stay at home partner? or maybe he has a day off? or he works from home idk how that'd work considering who he is but we're rolling with it 😭)" - Anonymous
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: none
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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You blinked your eyes open, still wrapped in the comfort of the blankets, only to find yourself tangled in Toji’s arms. 
He lay beside you, his face buried in your neck, his breath warm against your skin. His strong arm was slung over your waist, keeping you close, as if he had no intention of letting you go.
"Morning," he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep as he nuzzled deeper into the crook of your neck, placing lazy kisses against your skin.
You sighed, running your fingers through his messy dark hair, savouring the feeling of his warmth. 
But reality was already creeping in. You had work today, and as much as you loved mornings like this, you couldn’t stay wrapped in his arms all day.
“Toji…” You whispered though you didn’t make any immediate move to get up. You were enjoying the quiet moment, the way his broad chest rose and fell with each slow breath.
“Hm?” He hummed, not bothering to open his eyes, his grip tightening around you as if he could sense you thinking about leaving. “What’s the rush? Let’s spend the whole day in bed.”
You laughed softly, but you knew better. “I can’t. Some of us actually have to work, you know.”
Toji finally opened one eye, peering at you with a lazy, teasing grin. “I’ve got the day off.”
You rolled your eyes, shifting a little in his hold. “What a mysterious day off…you know, I still don’t even know what you do for work.”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, his voice full of amusement. “It’s better if you don’t.”
That only made you more curious, but you’d stopped asking a while ago. 
Toji was Toji; mysterious and frustratingly secretive. But right now, you had more pressing matters than figuring out his job—like getting to your job on time.
With a sigh, you carefully untangled yourself from his arms and swung your legs over the side of the bed, sitting up. “Well, I don’t have the day off. I need to get going, or I’m going to be late.”
As you stood and reached for your clothes, you felt Toji’s eyes on you, watching every movement like a predator watching his prey. 
He stretched out on the bed, one arm tucked behind his head, smirking as you grabbed your blouse from the back of your chair.
“You sure you have to go?” He asked, his voice a low, tempting drawl. “We’ve got a few more minutes. Could make ‘em count.”
You glanced over your shoulder, catching sight of him stretched out, shirtless, looking far too inviting. 
The way his dark hair was tousled, the way the sheets clung to his form… It was almost enough to convince you to call in sick—almost.
But you had to be strong. You had responsibilities. A big-shot financial advisor in Tokyo couldn’t exactly blow off work to cuddle all day. Right?
“Toji,” you warned, walking to the edge of the bed as you slipped your blouse on over your head. “Don’t make this harder.”
He sat up, moving with that effortless grace he always had, and in a second, his arms were around your waist, pulling you back onto the bed with him. 
You let out a startled laugh as he pinned you beneath him, his lips ghosting over your neck.
“Toji,” you warned, though your resolve was already weakening. “Don’t make this harder.”
"Harder? I’m not even trying yet," he teased, trailing kisses along your collarbone. His hands wandered up your sides, his touch warm and gentle, but the way he was looking at you was anything but innocent.
You couldn’t help but melt under his touch, your protests growing weaker with every kiss. “Toji… I really… have to…”
He cut you off with a kiss, capturing your lips in a slow, heated embrace that made you forget whatever you were about to say. 
His hands were all over you now, tracing the curve of your waist, slipping under your blouse as if trying to remind you just how good it felt to stay right there, with him.
By the time he pulled back, you were breathless, your mind foggy with a mixture of desire and frustration. 
“You’re impossible,” you muttered, though there was no real bite behind it.
Toji grinned, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Maybe. But you love me for it.”
You couldn’t deny that. No matter how infuriating he could be, no matter how much he loved to tease, you loved him. And he knew it.
But you still had work.
With great effort, you pushed at his chest, trying to wiggle out of his hold. “Seriously. I have to go.”
He let out a low groan of disapproval, releasing you and rolling onto his back and throwing an arm behind his head. 
You crawled off the comfy bed and slid on your dress pants. After glancing at the clock, you frantically combed your hair and brushed on some mascara at your small vanity in the corner. 
As you turned the doorknob, you glanced back at him one last time. 
Toji was still lounging in bed, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he watched you, but there was something in his eyes, a softness beneath the usual teasing glint.
Have a good day saving Tokyo or whatever it is you do. But don’t blame me when yer missin’ me all day.”
You smirked, opening the door and taking one last look at the beautiful man laying before you. 
“I’ll survive.” 
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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 9 months ago
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Can you write about Ethan fucking reader in missionary and he sees the bulge in her tummy everytime he thrusts inside her and he's just absolutely feral, pressing down on it with his hand to feel himself up in there😵‍💫 pretty please with a cherry on top
HI! Okay, I literally just thought of something along these lines YESTERDAY before I got this request. I was hoping someone would want something like this written. Thank you, and I hope you like it💕
In Too Deep - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader
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This contains SMUT - Minors DNI
Summary: Ethan fucks you so hard that he notices something knew about the way you take him.
Contains: Fluff, sexting?, Oral - f!receiving, p in v, rough sex, dom!-ish Ethan, after care. (If I missed anything let me know:)
A/N: Fucking LOVED writing this. There's just something about rough Ethan that just feels so right to write.
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Ethan was trying to torture you…at least that’s what it felt like. He’d been holding out on sex for a few weeks, and as bad as you tried, he was always denying your advances. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do it, because he was dying to touch you, but he didn’t want your relationship to be more sexual than anything.
While you were at a random frat party with your friends, he’d started to think that he’d made you wait long enough. He was talking with Chad on the other side of the room as you sat with Tara and Anika, sipping on your drink. You barely heard your phone chime over the loud music, and when you checked it, you saw you had a text from Ethan. You looked over to him as he smiled before you checked the message.
Ethan: You look beautiful tonight🩷
You blushed a little as you read his text and started to type your response when the three dots indicating that he was typing again popped up at the bottom of the screen.
Ethan: I can’t wait to take you back to my place and get you out of those clothes
Ethan: I can’t wait to taste your pussy😏
Your eyes grew wide as you tried to keep your composure. You knew your cheeks were heating up as you glanced over to him again. You watched him lock his phone and jump back into the conversation with Chad.
“You okay?” Anika asked, as you quickly flipped your phone so she couldn’t see the screen.
“Yeah, I’m good. I think I might go home soon,” you said, trying to fake-yawn as she took a sip of her drink.
“Aww, that sucks. You sure you have to leave soon?” Tara asked as you nodded, when you felt Ethan’s eyes on you again, your phone dinging in your hand. “That boyfriend of yours won’t stop staring at you.”
“Oh? I didn’t notice,” you lied, before looking up at him. He held up his phone, signaling that you needed to check yours once Anika and Tara stopped looking at him.
Ethan: I thought you’d be begging me to leave by now.🙄
Ethan: Don’t you want me to fuck that perfect pussy?
You took a deep breath as you started to type.
You: You’re killing me😫
You: Meet me outside in 5?
Ethan: Can’t wait, baby😘
You looked over to Tara and Anika again, “Hey, I’m going home. I need to get some sleep, I’m exhausted.”
“Aww, but Mindy’s going to be so bummed that you left before she got here,” Anika frowned as you started to laugh.
“There will be more parties. I’ll see you guys tomorrow, anyway,” you smiled at them as you walked towards the door, Ethan watching your every move.
You started to walk back to his place, your pace slowed as you waited for him to catch up to you. You soon heard footsteps walking quickly behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist.
“Hey, babe,” he said, his sweet tone contradicting the filthy things he was texting you.
“What was that about?” you asked, as he pulled away to walk beside you. He laced his fingers with yours as you started to pick up the pace, both of you desperate to be alone.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day, baby,” he said, looking down to smile at you, “I know you think it hurts a little, but do you think you could try to take all of my cock tonight?”
“Fuck,” you groaned, “Why should I do that when you haven’t fucked me in three weeks?”
“Because I think you’d like it,” his tone was cocky as he thought back to all the times you told him it was too much. “Only if you want to, though.”
“We can try it,” you said, the acing between your thighs getting unbearable. “We need to walk faster.”
“Someone’s needy.”
Once you made it to his complex, he intentionally took his time to unlock the door. You glared at him as he slowly stuck the key into the lock and twisted it.
“Hurry the fuck up,” you pleaded, as he smirked at you. “This isn’t funny.”
“It’s a little funny. I love that you’re so desperate for this,” he smiled, finally opening the door.
Once you walked inside, you grabbed his hand to lead him towards his room. He stopped in the kitchen, his arm stretching out in front of him as you tried to pull him.
“What?” you huffed, noticing a mischievous look on his face as he pulled you back towards him.
“We’ll go to my bed soon, baby. There’s something I really wanted to do first,” he said, as he started to unbutton your jeans. You stepped out of your shoes as he slid your jeans and panties down your legs at the same time.
“What did you have in mind?” you asked, the bottom half of your body bare as he teased your thighs with his fingertips.
“I want you to sit your pretty ass up on the counter so I can eat your pussy,” he smirked, his hands going to your hips.
“Oh, okay,” you smiled, placing your arms on the counter and pushing yourself up onto it.
He spread your legs and ran his fingers over your soaked pussy, the feeling making you whimper.
“Please don’t tease me,” you begged, as he chuckled at your words.
He leaned in and gently sucked your clit into his mouth, before his tongue started to flick it.
“Shit,” you gasped, your breath hitching in your throat at the feeling. “Just like that, baby.”
He alternated between the flicking and swirling his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, your legs starting to twitch at how good he was making you feel. Your pussy was dripping with your arousal, making it easy for him to slide two fingers into you at once with ease.
“Oh my god,” you whimpered, as he slid them all the way inside of you. He started to angle them just right after a couple minutes of thrusting them to stretch you out. “Fuck, baby,” you gasped, as he started to hum against your clit.
His fingers were starting to coax your orgasm closer to the edge, your legs starting to jolt as your whines got louder.
“You’re gonna make me cum. I’m so close,” you moaned out, as he started to hit that spot inside of you a little harder. Your hand went to his hair, wanting him to keep his attention on your clit as your pussy started to flutter around his fingers. “Yes, baby!” you cried out, your hips involuntarily bucking against his fingers as that wave of euphoria washed over you.
He worked you through it, before he pulled away with a smirk.
“Did that feel good, babe?” he asked, as you nodded your response. You were already so fucked out from his fingers that you couldn’t even imagine how you’d react once he actually fucked you. “Let’s go to my room.”
He helped you get off the counter, his hands going to your hips as your wobbly legs threatened to give out. He walked you to his room and helped you take off your shirt and bra, before he pushed you back on the soft comforter. You watched him unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, before sliding them, along with his boxers, down his legs. You got a little nervous at his size, and he could tell as he walked to his nightstand to grab a condom.
“Just relax, baby. If it hurts, I’ll stop. Okay?” he said, trying to ease your anxiety as he crawled on top of you.
He slid into you inch by inch, stopping when he had another left to go. He thrusted what he knew you could take, not wanting to rush it. You were moaning underneath him as your hands went to your breasts, squeezing them as he started to move a little faster. You were getting so into it that your legs hooked around the back of his thighs, pulling him as far in as he could go.
“Oh shit,” you mewled, your thoughts clouded as he slowed down a little. He wanted to make sure you were okay, but once you started whining because he wasn’t going fast enough, he sped back up.
“You’re taking my cock so fucking well,” he groaned, watching your face. You started to babble, your words making no sense as he praised you. “I knew you could do it.”
“Mhm,” was all you could get out as he leaned back to watch the way your tits jiggled as he fucked you. That’s when he noticed it.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, running his hand along the bulge his cock was causing on your lower tummy with each thrust. “Does that feel good?” you nodded, your eyes pinched shut as he started to go faster. “And to think you’ve been holding out on me this whole time. You’re taking my whole fucking cock right now,” he growled, as he started to press down on the spot where the tip of his cock kept bulging out. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Your whimpers were teetering on the edge of cries as your eyes started to water, but it didn’t hurt. It felt so good, his pace speeding up even more as he continued to press down on you.
“Cumming,” you choked out, unable to say anything else.
He reached down to circle your clit with his fingers, making your orgasm even more intense. He kept watching your tummy, desperate to run his hands over it again as he fucked you through your orgasm, your pussy clenching him so tight that he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
Once you started to go limp, your eyes were hazy as you smiled at him. He started to pound into you, his hand pressing down on your tummy.
“That’s it, fucking take it,” he said, as you moaned out at the feeling. “I need you to be louder, baby.”
You did as he said, but it wasn’t fake by any means. You’d barely come down from your orgasm before he started to send you into another one, your hands gripping the sheets to the point that your knuckles were starting to hurt.
You didn’t give him any warning before your pussy clenched him so tight that he groaned out, your whole body shaking underneath him as you got lightheaded from the intensity of it.
“I’m..fuck. Gonna cum,” he finally got out, completely drunk off your pussy as he released into the condom. He pulled out and relaxed his weight on you as he tried to catch his breath. Your hands went to his hair, your nails scratching his scalp as you started to drift off to sleep.
“Hey, baby?” he asked, leaning up to look at you. “Are you okay?”
You nodded your response, too tired to say anything.
“I know the perfect thing for you,” he said, lifting off of you and running to the bathroom.
You soon heard the water running in his large tub as your eyes started to open. You wanted to get up to meet him in the bathroom, but you knew the odds of you falling to the floor the second you stood up were pretty high.
After the water was shut off, he walked back into his room to get you.
“I need you to come with me,” he smiled sweetly as he helped you up.
He led you down the hall, the dim flickering light cast against the wall making you confused until you walked in and saw a bubble bath surrounded by candles.
“How’s this for after care?” he joked, as he helped you get in. He got in, too, pulling your back to him as he wrapped his arms around you.
“This feels so nice,” you said, the hot water relaxing your body.
“Oh, I see someone got their voice back,” he said with a laugh, “You sure you’re okay? That wasn’t too much?”  
“No…I’ll probably be a little sore in the morning, but it didn’t hurt. It felt really good,” you said, as he leaned down to kiss the back of your head. “You’ve never made me cum that quick back-to-back like that.”
“I could literally see every single thrust in your tummy,” he groaned, missing the sight already.
“RIP to my cervix,” you joked, as he laughed. “I think we should do that again soon.”
“I want to give you plenty of recovery time. I was so deep,” he said, rubbing his hands along your lower stomach. “After this, do you want to cuddle and watch a movie?”
“I’d like that…after we disinfect your kitchen counter.”
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dipperscavern · 2 months ago
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jon snow brainrot rn.
like imagine finding him after the whole thorne execution, post-death and post-revival
i need to hold him so bad🙁🙁 in spite of the horrid crawl of his skin, hair at his nape standing on end, urging him avert his gaze as you approach, he can't help but seek your soft stare, his own eyes weak with feeling, brows curved with vulnerability. and his heartbeat is quickening, and his breathing grows sharp
his hand trembles and no matter how desperately he tries to hold fast, he crumbles when you near, raising a hand to his cheek; warm and soft and tender. his breath hitches violently in his chest and his head falls to the crook of your neck, his silent sobs disrupting the quiet with small soundless gasps
and you hold him close, with a gentleness he deserves that he'd never before recieved, a hand in his curls and the other a firm warmth on his back as he helplessly leans his weight on you to finally release the overflow of agony he'd all but drowned in 🙁🙁🙁
SWEET BOY, I NEED TO HOLD HIM��💔
SONGBIRDS — JON SNOW
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pairing: jon snow x fem!reader, 3.1k words
synopsis: the ask above <3
authors note: ouh this was a rough one! i did in fact steal sentences from this ask, so thank u anon!! i love u!! become a writer!! thank u to my febu frongers @useralba & @eldrith for helping me not lose my sanity over this, love y’all!! enjoy i guess 🙄(if possible) (i’m gonna be quiet now)
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SNAP
you’re brought out of your thoughts with a jolt, startled so badly you near fall out of the tree you’ve found sanctuary in. that doesn’t sit well with you, you’ve always been steady.
so was bran, a small voice whispers. so was he, another part of you agrees — and the one it mentions has naught to do with climbing.
was, your mind echoes bitterly. it seems like everyone who once surrounded you is only that anymore, a was. a whisper of the past, faces seen nowhere but in living memory; and now, he has joined them.
fresh tears roll down your cheeks, and you wipe them as soon as they join the conversation of grief. bitterness — mourning — desperation, all cradling you at once.
you readjust your form, limbs beginning to fall asleep from the tight position they’re in. if only you could do the same. it seems the gods have deemed you unable, as every time your eyes droop, you see the face of the lord commander.
the mere thought of him is paining, and the sight of him was entirely too much to bear. so much so that you fled, the memory squeezing uncomfortably at your chest.
his eyes, once ever-expressive, dulled to nothing but an expressionless saccharine blur. lips parted, yet no air being brought in to fill his lungs. the snow beneath him was stained a bloody crimson, and you can almost feel the familiar cold of the icy ground beneath your knees as you kneel beside the form of the man you love.
at first, you had cried. whispering pleas to whomever would listen, clutching any part of him you could reach — you had even attempted to stop the bleeding. stupid, stupid girl.
then, it seemed to occur to you that you were touching death. slowly removing your hands, looking down at the lifeless body of jon snow. and just like that, repulsion had entered your veins. no — rejection.
you rejected this. you rejected death, you rejected the finality you had been dealt. you had stood, clutching your bow, arrows lightly jostling from the movement. hunting.
you had been hunting while jon was dying.
if only time had dealt you a mercy, perhaps you would’ve made it back in time. to save him, or just to say goodbye, you’re not greedy in your wishing.
you glance to your hands, still stained with his blood. suddenly, your eyes flutter shut as you see the image of his body again — his wounds smoking in the cold nights air. it feels like a lifetime ago. rejection has long since abandoned you, leaving bitter acceptance in its wake.
you blink, eyes threatening tears, and your gaze finds the white and red blur of a weirwood tree. you return to the woods to escape, yet the gods find you anyway; what cruel mockery.
how could they, yet again? don’t they see all you lose? they must, you think, as they’re the ones who keep taking. is that the only joy a god may find? maybe now, that’s why you hunt; to send them a life as sick compensation for the one they took. what an acidic dance.
CRACK
this time, when a twig breaks, you are not so foolish as to think it only by coincidence. you aren’t the only hunter out here — yet you did not think to find yourself as prey.
whatever stalks you is enough to bring you out of the cynicality of grief, snapping you into a different mindset. though previously unsure how much more you can withstand, your body proves otherwise, flawless in its transition and execution.
you heart increases its rhythm, surefire in its performance, allowing extra blood flow and oxygen to be pumped to your aching muscles. your breathing changes, now quick and rapid breaths to take in more air which prove effective as you shift yourself from your sitting position.
you had chosen not the tallest tree, but the thickest and most concealed. it gives more room for stability, allowing you to exercise your position; a small decision you now are thankful for as you move forward, outstretching yourself on its thick limb to try and catch glimpse of whatever it is that seeks you.
unfortunately, the concealment that hides you does its job too well. you try to peer through the branches and leaves for what feels like ages, but they prove too thick. you curse under your breath, withdrawing from the branch to retreat back to the trees trunk once more.
closing your eyes, you listen. the gust of wind, the rustling of leaves, a raven cries in the distance. you wait.
there — your ears are graced with the light chirp of birds, in your own tree and in others nearby.
“If danger is near, the birds don’t sing.”
ned starks voice rings through your ears, so loud and clear that for a moment, you almost lose concentration. if asked why, you’d never be able to directly say why your eyes didn’t snap open, why your head didn’t swivel around, looking for the source of the voice you’ve heard. can you and the gods share a secret, if it’s one they decide not to include you on?
as the melody of songbirds continue, you shift to begin your descent.
in any other scenario you would stay in the tree, concealed by its branches until the threat was certainly gone. but things are different. jon is dead — you seek a fight. (do you, or do you refuse to allow the stranger your soul as well?)
the decision made, even in grief, isn’t a rash one. whatever it is isn’t nearby enough to silence the singers, and this may be your only window of opportunity to flip the coin; restoring yourself as predator, not prey.
your feet hit the ground, and you wince at the noise made. it’s midday, so you cannot hope for nightfalls rescue of concealment.
you pause, peering around you while you allow yourself a moment to think. your hunting grounds have always been the forest that surrounds castle black, and you had retreated to the very edge of it. your hunter has come from the north — funny enough, from the direction of castle black itself. if you’re careful, you can make a loop back east, foregoing your usual trail. swallowing your nerves, you begin to move your feet.
your senses are heightened, alike to how they are in battle, but this is different. instead of blood pulsing in your ears, they’re attuned to every sound, no matter how minuscule. the smell of blood and death is replaced by nature, the scent of oak & pine leaves fighting to not be smothered by the cold.
you don’t make much progress before you turn a corner and yelp in surprise, being met with a hulking figure, red eyes boring into you.
“Ghost—!” you shout; in surprise, frustration, and relief all at once. your breathing heavies, heart now beating wildly, ready to supply you should you need to run at a moments notice. then, somehow, you’re smiling. you smile at ghost, at the birds, who didn’t notice him enough to quiet themselves, and the childness of it all. you kneel, shouldering your bow and outstretching an arm.
ghost seems like he’s been waiting for your action, stepping forward immediately. you register his willingness — had he been searching for you? or did he find jon dead and left, as you did, finding you accidentally? if only he could speak; the phantom of a thousand words.
he’s soft under your hands, a small comfort parading in the wake of sad relations. and suddenly, you feel guilty. how long has ghost been by jon’s side? how fierce, the loyalty the direwolf has shown him? how fierce the devotion jon had shown him in return? he mourns alongside you, grief arguably more substantial, as he was given no explanation. how could he understand such matters?
an idiot thought, you're quick to push it away. you both have every right to grief, there is more than enough to go around.
eventually, ghost pulls away, and begins padding in the direction to castle black. you think he means to be solitary, but after a few paces, he stops, turning to look back at you. expectant.
though your breath hitches and grief nags at you once more, you swallow it down, and begin to follow the only remnant of jon snow — a piece of him that the gods saw fit to leave you. what cruel mercy, coming from the same hands of injustice.
though content to wallow in your anger, your disbelief, you refuse to allow the direwolf to return to castle black alone. strangely, the farther you follow him, the more you get a sense of deja vu. it can’t be more than a few minutes before you see a tree with bark missing, torn off and left bare its left side, which is now your right. a mark you had left to remember your trail. ghost has tracked your scent from castle black.
with the realization arises conflicted feelings, as if they can’t agree on how you feel. loyalty rings faintly in the back of your mind, the things done for love.
you forcibly close your mind, numbing yourself as to be fully in the present. you’ll have the rest of your days to dwell on it; but only now are you here, in the company of trees and wolves and birds, oh how they sing.
and suddenly, the melody is quiet.
time itself has been stopped, halted in its tracks. there’s no rustling of branches, of leaves, no sound of birds, no sound at all — the world has become inaudible.
you and ghost mirror each other in the ways you both lurch to a halt. a sick feeling infects your gut, hairs rising on the back of your neck, and the instinctual need to flee almost takes over. but something keeps you there, rooted to your spot, feet unmoving. what anchors you, is another secret between you and the gods; another peculiar joke that you stay the punchline of.
then, after a moment, a gust of wind graces the forest. it blows your hair, rustles through the trees, and almost hesitantly so, the birds begin their song again. ghost looks back at you, surveying as if this is the first time he’s seen you.
he begins to lead the way once more, but a thought still lingers in the back of your mind, and you’re unable to shake off the unease in your gut. what has dismantled the harmonious balance among living things so?
━━━━━━━━━━༺✰ ━━━━━━━━━━━
he wakes with a gasp.
━━━━━━━━━━༺✰ ━━━━━━━━━━━
it must be hours later when you approach the gates of castle black. one of the guards on watch takes notice, shaking the other awake. as they both stare down at you, you wonder.
are they close enough to see the mourning that rests forefront on your face? were they the same men who opened the gate for you upon your return last night, only to do the same thing minutes later after you found jon? do they feel guilty? should you?
the wooden gates protest opening, loud creaks and groans as it gives you access, and at first, you don’t see it.
at first, you walk in, and your gaze is trapped on the ground, lost in thought. you’ve come back empty handed, as you came back to jon — or rather, his body. but you don’t think anyone was expecting a stag draped across your shoulders. amidst the unexpected.
when you finally do look up, you’re startled for the ? time today. four men hang in the middle of the courtyard.
you stop in your tracks, but this time, ghost pads on ahead of you. he stops not for anybody, curving them all to fair left. the direction to jon’s chambers.
you don’t have long to dwell on the wolfs mistake, as peoples eyes find your frozen figure. among them, friends; edd, grenn, pyp, others you don’t recognize. some, not dressed in black. wildlings. you begin to walk forward, and a tall, ginger bearded figure spots you. tormund walks to meet you, an expression on his face unreadable — unable to be identified by your tired eyes.
confusion — surprise — apprehension — curiosity; all fight for their seat at the forefront of your mind, but they’re forced to share.
as you and tormund find each other, you glance past him at the hanging men. then to your left, expecting to see ghost still scratching at jon’s door — but he’s not there. was he shooed off? did you misread his intention?
“I don’t— what’s…” you start, but don’t finish. how could you even begin?
tormund reaches for you, hands settling on your biceps. whether he’s keeping you in place or checking for injury, you don’t think you care. the weight and warmth of the gesture is welcomed.
“Tormund, you’re scaring me—” your admission wouldn’t usually come so easy, but you can’t be bothered to guard yourself. you’re exhausted, your muscles are stiff, you’re confused, and you hurt.
he only turns you toward jon’s chambers, pointing, a hand on the small of your back. “In there, little bird.” he says, and you wish to tell him what a help he is. but you don’t. for some reason, you bite your tongue, sparing a last glance at him, before slowly making your way over.
all of the eyes on you make you nervous, and frustrate you all the same. why do they all act like they’ve seen the father?
it doesn’t take long for you to reach the door, curiosity guiding your step. you see ghosts muddied paw prints on the wood, but they don’t turn left or right — ending at the chamber door. your brows furrow almost instinctively. you can’t help but linger on the thought, setting your bow & arrows to lay nearby; your shoulders welcome the reprieve. with bated breaths, you push on the wood, stepping inside. what you find is beyond even your wildest imaginations.
what you find is jon’s head turning to look at you, and you can’t help the sharp inhale of air you take.
his bottom half is clothed, but his upper is uncovered, torso wrapped in bandages; covering the stab wounds that you know took his life.
you think him a hallucination, mind willing his fate to change so desperately it has conjured up its own delusion. but you glance to ghost, dutifully curled by his feet, and shift to turn, looking at the paw prints that led you here.
you turn back to (jon?), closing the door behind you. while your own flickers to ghost once more (an affirmation), jon’s gaze remains fixed on you. you inch closer, surveying him.
his eyes, now encasing life — not quite the same as you knew, but life nonetheless. lips, parted, as to suck in air to fill his lungs. lungs that in return, work in correspondence with his heart, beating to keep him alive.
no. this can’t be…
but it is.
he’s rigid — uncomfortable, yet a part of him fights to relax in your presence. how can it all be so unbalanced and so right all at once? you’re here. you’re all he’s ever wanted. but a part of him keeps him withdrawn, fighting him on reaching out for you.
perhaps it’s the horrid crawl of his skin, urging him avert his gaze as you approach. even so, he can't help but seek your gentle stare, his own eyes weak with feeling, brows curved with vulnerability. you see it as you close in — the turmoil within himself.
a different part of him wins, and he reaches for you. you’ve been waiting, it seems, and reach for him with equal fervor. his hands are cold on your waist, strikingly so. your eyes widen, disbelief written on you like ink on parchment.
you had not expected to feel him. no, you expected for him to vanish underneath your very fingertips.
one of your hands find the bare skin of his torso, experimentally reaching out. jon is hungry for your touch, offering any part of himself for your taking. he has craved you desperately ever since he awoke.
he watches, patient as you register the warmth underneath your hand. there’s blood circulating through his veins. your pupils blow wide in the realization.
you’re anxious for more assurance, your right hand moving to his forearm to keep him in place (jon wouldn’t dare to move), as your left finds his chest. specifically — the part of his chest that keeps safe his heart. you feel it beat underneath your palm, and your reaction is immediate, eyes fluttering shut.
if he didn’t want to be touched, jon would’ve shied away from you by now. but he hasn’t. no, his eyes bore into you with the attention only divine beings receive
jons breathing heavies in anticipation, expectant. he gauges every ounce of your reaction, waiting for your evaluation of him — as a sinner would their god. is he worthy? do you deem him so?
when your eyes open, something clicks into place. jon is here, in the now, alive and breathing; your fingertips said so themselves. you don’t know how, but you can’t find it in yourself to care much in the present, not when you finally have him in your hold once more. what you would’ve given for this, hours ago in your tree. what wouldn’t you have given?
and now, your eyes roam over every part of him, drinking in all that you can. your gaze trails fast, mapping the expanse of his shoulders, down his arms, to his torso, across his bandages again.
your hand removes itself from his chest, only momentarily, but jon chases your touch all the same. you can’t bear to leave him wanting, sliding a hand up his shoulder, feeling the lithe muscle beneath it. you’re desperate to ground the feeling of him, to commit it to memory — and jon seems equal in his need.
you hand stops it’s ascent when it reaches his neck, cradling the juncture of it, thumb smoothing over the soft skin of his cheek, as you meet his gaze. your touch is warm and soft and tender, and in an instant, his eyes are watery. the hands on your waist tremble, and his breaths turn shaky in an attempt to hold himself together. his brows pull together, and his breath hitches violently in his chest. something stirs in you at the sight, the expressions of a broken man.
jon has passed your test of realism with flying colors, and when he realizes, he crumbles.
his head falls to the crook of your neck, closing the small distance between you. you’re quick to wrap your arms around him, and jon’s immediate in pulling you closer — as close as you can get. the tears begin their flow easily, releasing the buildup of emotions harbored from death snaring & absolving him; akin to poison swallowed and retched before fully digested.
your touch is gentle, a hand in his curls and the other a firm warmth on his back. he leans himself into you, almost helplessly so, as if he couldn’t stop himself if he tried. you accept his weight with open arms. if jon was asked why he fights so desperately, even in times it seems hopeless, he would say to repay the gods for their gift to him; you.
the only things that disrupt the steady quiet that surrounds you are his silent sobs, accompanied by the small soundless gasps that flow from his lips as a river of melancholy.
his grip is tight; he drowns in a vast sea of agony, and you alone are his anchor.
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girlboypersonthingy · 9 months ago
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omg i love your blog sm!! it’s been a while since ive been in the fandom and i didn’t think anyone wrote for vld anymore, ahhhh but i love the way you write!! you’re so so talented!! how do you think a love triangle sitch with keith and lance would play out? i love the both but UGHHHH THE DRAMA I LOVE IT😩😩
Oh my god thank you so much! I’m so flattered asfdafh 🥰🥹 I know the fandom is dead to most but not to all. I’m still here and voltron will always live on in my heart ❤️‍🔥 BRO THIS PROMPT??? PLZ ITS SO GOOD AAHHH ENJOY!
❤️Love Triangle💙
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Okay first of all, these two would try to win you over IN COMPLETELY OPPOSITE WAYS.
Lance is, of course, over the top and very romantic and kind of cliche but so considerate and thoughtful and sweet.
Keith will be more nonchalant and mysterious, trying to use his skills and talents to impress you. He’s the type to slowly win you over by being very genuine and honest.
It started when Lance threw a pick up line your way and not only was the line terrible…but you actually laughed at it. It brought some pink to your cheeks as well. They both noticed that.
Lance was very smug about the fact that he made you giggle and blush.
Keith was a little annoyed at first, thinking Lance was just being his usual obnoxious self. So Keith just kept trying to make moves on you in his own way.
One day, Lance walked into the training room to see you and Keith sitting beside each other on the floor, breathing heavily as if you’d just decided to take a break. He couldn’t really hear what Keith was saying but you looked very focused, very into the conversation and you two were sitting just a little bit too close for his liking.
Lance didn’t like the eyes you were making at the red paladin
But Keith sure did. He was so excited to be sitting so close to you.
Then it’s like the spider man meme of them pointing at each other like 😧👉🏻 👈🏻😮
“Wait! You like (Y/N)? No no no, you can’t! I like (Y/N)!”
“Well I liked them first!”
“No! No! Dibs!”
“Really? Dibs?” *eye roll*
For the next week, they’re both acting like goofballs around you.
It’s kind of hilarious and very entertaining for you because…you notice that they start adopting each other’s ways of flirting and dropping hints. They do a little swap.
It’s like they think the other person has a better chance with you so they try to switch it up and copy each other. Lance thinks Keith’s ‘mysterious bad boy’ persona is something you’re into. Keith thinks you find happiness in all the silly, goofy things Lance does. So they both try to switch it up in hopes of making you fall for them. Does that make sense?
Imagine Keith trying to use a pick up line on you and failing miserably. He’s probably sweating through his shirt and his mouth is dry bc he’s so close to you, he can smell your shampoo. He’d end up stuttering and then getting really pissed at himself for looking dumb in front of you. May go back to his room and pout if he felt things didn’t go well.
Now imagine Lance trying to be all soft spoken and mysterious, trying to act cool. Lance trying not to talk too much is the equivalent of him holding his breath. It’s only a matter of time before he breaks character and says some dumb, cheesy shit that has you rolling your eyes. He awkwardly shuffles away to his room and also pouts bc he feels like he’s just loud and annoying.
The boys got into a yelling match about it once. The pot just boiled over and all you could do was watch.
That was their very shitty, joint confession of their feelings for you- them screaming about who likes you more, who liked you first, who you’re more compatible with, ect ect blah blah blah
All right in front of you
And all the while, the whole team is so confused
Cue Allura and Hunk stepping in between them because both their faces are turning red from anger and jealousy.
Everyone just looks at Shiro like 👀
Shiro, the dad of the group: 🙄😤 “fine…”
Shiro sits them both down for a long chat and by the end of it, the boys have come to terms with the fact that they both like you and not only is it your choice who you’d want to be with, but there’s a lot of other things to be worried about rn. They shouldn’t, and they won’t, pressure you.
Buuttttt…they do keep up some of the same things they like to do with you.
Keith still trains with you often (and he really enjoys helping you with your stance/posture bc he gets to be touchy✨)
Lance still invites you into his room to play video games (and he always seems out of breath when you sit so close to him, your arm touching his)
They try their best to control their temper around you and they try not to be around when you’re with the other person. They don’t need to see you being all close and personal with someone who isn’t them. :,(
The boys just continue to be their normal selves with you. They figure you should get to know them, the real them, before you make any decisions.
Yes, they both like you.
Yes. They’re both very competitive and very jealous.
But they respect each other and they respect you.
And we are in the middle of an intergalactic war right now, this is not a real priority.
They’ll give you some time and a pace to think about it.
Now comment on this post and tell me who you’d choose 😈 I love them both so so much but Lance is my soulmate for sure
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bonecarversbestie · 6 months ago
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My biggest beef with the Inner Circle is how they feel so entitled to information that impacts ALL of Prythian. And they hoard secrets and powerful artefacts like they’re the only ones responsible or trustworthy enough to handle them. For someone who says he doesn’t want to be high king Rhys sure acts like he rules all of prythian. 🙄
Maybe that’s how being high lord works but it’s just the superiority complex of it all.
Examples
Azriel spying on literally everyone (I know it’s his job but it just feels like there’s no privacy in this court and they want it that way. If ANY other person outside the IC has information they don’t, they want it. Secrets are for NC only 🙅‍♀️. No one else is allowed to make plans to save the world)
Location of the cauldron(it should be secret but why does it get to be the night courts secret? I think they should have let Tarquin decide tbh)
The whole search for the book of breathings (as if the war that was starting didn’t affect everyone. They considered just asking Tarquin and they should have.)
The existence and location of the trove (again why do they deserve to be the only ones who hold this knowledge)
Keeping Nestas weapons from her (they belong to her and no one else has any right to them. I’ll die on this hill)
Luciens paternity (though I’m pretty sure he already knows. But it’s the fact that feyre wouldn’t tell her friend this life altering information for literally no good reason)
Even Rhys and Feyre keeping their stupid death pact a secret is so selfish. Bc if they both died with no heir who becomes high lord? Kier? Seems like a shitty surprise to leave your mourning court.
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sainzzschilli · 3 months ago
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i think i need someone older || fa14
pairing: fernando alonso x sainz!reader
summary: in which your favourite driver is actually falling for you
warning: age gap (10yrs), light kissing
a/n: my first fic :) pls give it attention. DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE ELSE.. this isn’t my main account so replies will be from @countryclubchemtrails
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ynsainz so proud of both my brothers for getting a podium win!! I guess you dumbasses can actually drive
tagged: carlossainz55, landonoriss
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carlossainz55 did you really have to call me a dumbass? (also thank you)
➸ ynsainz yes, but it’s out of love-
➸ carlossainz55 sure it was 🙄
➸ user1 poor carlos living the younger sibling life
user2 THE SUPERIOR SAINZ
landonorris you called me your brother 🥹
➸ ynsainz cuz you are and also my favourite
➸ carlossainz55 @/ynsainz why are you like this
➸ landonorris aww thanks yn
user3 alonso in the likes 👀
➸ user4 bro you’re grasping at nothings
charles_leclerc you didn’t post me
➸ ynsainz you didn’t get a podium, why would i?
➸ user5 she didn’t hold back lmao
➸ charles_leclerc i’m hurt
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that very day you got a text from Fernando on your insta and then by some miracle he got your number and texted you on WhatsApp
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You had jut been asked out by THE FERNANDO ALONSO, to say that you were excited would be an understatement. At some point during your teenage years you had a big fat crush on him, but with time it had gone away. Now years later he’d had asked you out and you were going on a date with him, it felt very unreal.
The date evening had arrived and you were getting dressed in your best clothes, putting maximum effort into your appearance. It just had to be perfect. You took a deep breath as you started working on your make up.
“Who are you getting so dressed up for?” your brother asked as he barged into your room, while you applied lipgloss.
You finish applying the lipgloss before replying “That hermano menor is none of your business”. As you say this you walk out of your room and go down the stairs to wear your shoes.
“Oh come on, just me yn” Carlos says as you wear your shoes.
You roll your eyes at him and say, “You can see it on my insta story” and leave the house.
In front of you stands Fernando, leaning against his car. “You actually came” he says in disbelief.
“Of course I did!” You say and smile as he opens the car door for you.
“Well I’m glad you did hermosa, I have many things planned” he says, smirking at you.
“Can’t wait to see it”
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ynsainz has posted a story
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➤ carlossainz55 who is that man yn?
yn none of your business 🩷
➤ bffusername girl who? spill!!
yn FERNANDO ALONSO
➤ landonorris you’re on a date?!?!
yn unlike you I have rizz 😎
landonorris girl-
➤ fernandoalo_official you’re mine
ynsainz yes
fernandoalo_official has posted
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➤ danielericcardo I was not aware of your game
fernandoalo_official I have plenty of it
➤ ynsainz you’re too nice
fernandoalo_official only to you hermosa
➤ landonorris you’re on a date too? yns on a date to- omg
*you blocked landonorris*
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meanwhile on twitter
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*a few weeks later*
“Nando, I want to soft launch you” you say as you lay wrapped up in his arms.
“Sure hermosa.. what is that?” He replies, placing a kiss on your lips.
You chuckle at his response and kiss him back. “Well basically I post faceless photos of us on Instagram and you do the same and we kind of let the fans suspect and speculate…” you tell him.
Fernando pulls you closer, “Anything you say hermosa”. The sentence makes you smile.
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ynsainz i needed someone older..
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carlossainz55 just tell me already please
➸ ynsainz figure it out
user1 guys what if that really is fernando..
➸ user2 like that twitter user was saying?
landonorris tell your man to unblock me
➸ user3 what do you know lando?
➸ carlossainz55 WHAT DO YOU KNOW LANDO
➸ landonorris @/carlossainz55 i’ve been sworn to secrecy
➸ ynsainz @/landonorris and if you wanna live you’ll keep your promise
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fernandoalo_official she needed me
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user1 YN SAINZ I SEE YOU
user4 YNNANDO IS REAL
carlossainz55 is that my sister?
➸ fernandoalo_official no comment
astonmartinracing are we going to see her in the garage soon?
ynsainz nice girl you got there
➸ fernandoalo_official i know
➸ user2 girl out her acting like it isn’t her
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aemondapologistfrfr · 1 month ago
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Book Club - Pt4
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modern!aemond x fem!reader 
Previous Parts
Summary: Your relationship continues to grow and so do your feelings for one another. You spend more time together and make it clear that you both care for each other deeply.
Warnings: 18+ swearing, wine, fingering, p in v, unprotected, emo bc i’m emo
Authors Note: nah fr this man has to spend time and $$ keeping his hair looking the way it does and I’m actually jealous
Word Count: 3.9k
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I slowly slip out of the bed, making sure Aemond stays asleep. I make my way to the kitchen and begin pulling out things to make pancakes. I pull the recipe up on my phone and silently pull things out of the pantry and begin to mix the ingredients. I pour the batter into the pan and sit there waiting for anything to happen. 
“Of course.” I mutter turning the stove top on. As the batter begins to bubble I flip it and groan that the side is burnt. I let that one finish and try again on the next one and the first side comes out perfect and I groan as the other one side comes out burnt. “Gods..” I sigh ready to try again. 
“Turn the heat down.” Aemond hums from behind me and I turn and look up at him with a frown. 
“I wanted to do this for you.” I sigh and he pulls me against him. 
“Can I help you?” he kisses the top of my head. 
“I guess since I ruined it.” I mumble against his chest. 
“You didn’t.” he holds me tighter. “Show me the recipe.” I groan as I pull back to hand him my phone. “It’s not your fault they could’ve added better steps.” he tsks setting my phone back on the counter. 
“So I couldn’t even pick a good recipe?” I furrow my brows. 
“No no,” he cups my cheeks shaking his head. “That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry.” he pulls me against him. “Come on, let’s make them together.” he smiles down at me and pulls me back over to the stove. 
“What do I do?” I frown looking at the pan. 
“Turn the heat down a little bit.” his voice soft. I turn the knob and scold myself for not learning basic cooking skills. 
“Now?” I look up to him.
“Pour some in the center.” I make my circle and set the spoon back into the batter. His arms wrap around me and I lean back into him while we wait. “When it bubbles like that, flip it.” he hums and I use the spatula and look up to him with a smile at the color. 
“How will we know now?” I lean back into him. 
“This side is quicker. You can check in a minute or two.” I check the side after a minute and breathe out relieved it still needs to cook. I give it one more peek and smile as it’s perfect.
“Aemond, look.” I turn with the plate and smile widely. 
“Good job.” he smiles. I turn back around and try again. He sits on the other side of the counter after the second perfect pancake. I keep going and turn to him after a couple minutes with a full plate. “They look perfect.” he smiles at me and I feel my cheeks heat. 
“I hope they taste okay.” I nibble my lip and he gets up and comes to my side and helps me plate them. He offers me syrup and we sit at the counter. “Let me try them first.” I grab his hand looking at him worriedly. 
“Whatever you wish.” he smiles at me encouragingly. I take a bite and look at him with a smile. “Are they good?” he watches me nod. He takes a bite and smiles and we continue to finish our plates. 
“Thank you for your help.” I pull his lips against mine. 
“Of course.” he murmurs against my lips before pulling me against him again. We pull away and begin to clean up the dishes and kitchen before we start our day.
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You: Do you want to go to a midnight release for a book with me? Unless that’s past your bedtime 👀
Aem: What day? I can make an exception and stay up past my bedtime for you. 
You: On Friday and aww Aem 🥹 you’re so sweet to me. 
Aem: That works. You’ll be here for dinner anyway. What book is it for?
You: One of my fated mate ones that you think is just porn. 🫣 
Aem: It is just porn. 🙄 
You: You seemed to like it just fine when we were the ones doing it. 🤭 
Aem: This is not an over text conversation. 
You: 🫢🫡 
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“Why don’t you host one of these at your store?” he hums from the driver's seat. 
“I don’t want to work after. I want to start reading right away. Gods I’m so excited.” I’m practically bouncing in his passenger seat as he drives us to the store. 
“I honestly didn’t know they still did these.” his eyebrows raise as we turn into the gradually filling parking lot. 
“I’m so thankful they do. It’s so fun to be surrounded by people who are excited about the same thing as you. And we get to shop for books at night.” I play with the rings on his fingers as he parks. 
“I’m sorry I didn't read the book with you.” he turns to me and scrunches his brows. 
“No no.” I shake my head. “I just want you here because I like your company and you’re so pretty and I want to hold your hand and give you kisses and buy books with you.” his face gets redder the more I go on. 
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way you treat me.” his words cause me to frown. 
“The way you deserve to be treated? Adored? Cared for?” I place kisses across his knuckles. 
“I don’t, I..” he shakes his head with flushed cheeks. 
“Let’s go buy some books.” I place one last kiss on his palm. We get out of the car and our hands slip into one another. The bookstore is filled with people but it’s not overwhelming. We walk down the main aisle and start looking at all the different sections. 
“What do you want to look at?” I hug his side looking up to him. 
“Anything you want.” he kisses the top of my head. 
“We’re already here for me.” I purse my lips. 
“Well there is a book I wanted to look at.” he hums. 
“Then lead the way.” I nod smiling. 
“I don’t want you to make fun of me.” his words soft and I shake my head looking at him. 
“When have I ever?” I scrunch my brows. He sighs leading me into the history section. I stay glued to his side as he looks around for the title. “I didn’t know you were such a nerd.” his head turns to me quickly. 
“See?” he says exasperated, starting to pull me out of the section. 
“I’m kidding,” I giggle trying to haul him back. He exhales deeply with pink cheeks. “Aemond, I knew you were a nerd, it's not some revelation I just had.” his eye widens and he successfully pulls me out of the history section. “Aemond,” I whine, pulling him back. “Let’s get your history book.” I look up to him trying to hide my smile and he flares his nostrils. He pulls me back into the empty history section and I watch him look around for it. He pulls a book from the shelf and turns to me with a content smile. “I didn’t-“ 
“Not another word.” he holds my chin and I blink up to him. 
“I’m sorry.” I bite my lip trying to suppress my smirk.
“You aren’t.” he hums pursing his lips.
“I can think of a couple ways to make it up to you.” he lets go of my chin and tugs me to get in line to get my book. “Well tell me about your history book while we wait.” I try to pull the book out of his hands and he tightens his grip on it. He glares at me and I pull him into a hug, squeezing him tightly.
“I stayed up late for you and all I get is you teasing me.” he wraps his arms around me pulling me closer. 
“You get to hold my hand and kiss me too. Seems like a fair trade?” I tilt my head with a smile. He leans down and I start to close my eyes thinking he’s going to kiss me. 
“Only good girls get kisses.” he whispers into my ear and stands back up watching my cheeks flush. 
“Aem,” I pout. 
“Turn around, the line is moving.” I huff as we start to shuffle up to the register. After we check out we make our way back to his car and I settle into the seat and pull my book out of the bag. 
“Look how pretty.” I coo showing him before he starts our drive home. I pull out his book and start to look through it and he groans. Once we get back to his place he grabs the book out of my hand and hauls me out of the car with him. After he seals us inside he turns and looks down at me. 
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” he raises his eyebrow.
“I still think you’re a nerd.” I smile and his eye widens. 
“You are in quite the mood tonight.” he shakes his head and starts to pull me down the hall.
“You’re not going to offer me a snack or tea?” I giggle wrapping my fingers around the doorframe as he tugs me past the kitchen. 
“I’ll give you something else to put in your mouth to keep you quiet.” his voice low. 
“Not even taking me to the library?” I drag my feet pulling him back and he turns, pressing me against the wall. 
“What is it that you want tonight because I’m ready to put you over my knees.” he boxes me in with his hands. 
“I mean I was gunna read but I like your offer more.” I smirk up at him. 
“Then go read.” he steps back and nods me into the library and I frown scrunching my brows. 
“But I want-“ 
“What makes you think you’re getting what you want tonight?” he smiles watching me pout. 
“Are you going to read your nerdy history book with me?” he clenches his jaw at my words. I look up at him waiting for his reaction. I step forward and he watches me intently. “No?” I tilt my head looking up at him and he grabs my wrist and tugs me into his room. 
“Was it your plan to just tease me all night?” I try to hide the amusement on my face. 
“No,” I shake my head, avoiding his gaze. 
“If you’re going to lie, at least try to make it convincing.” he tilts my face up to his with his hand. 
“I wasn’t teasing you.” I whisper and he starts to chuckle. 
“Mm,” he purses his lips. “Want to try one more time?” he smirks, dipping his hand below my skirt. I look up at him with wide eyes knowing he’s- “Where are your panties?” he looks down at me with a dark eye as he slides a finger up my slit. “Do not tell me you forgot them.” his voice low. 
“But I did.” my voice breaks as he circles against my bud. He pulls my skirt further up my waist before dipping his fingers into me. “Please.” I softly gasp and he starts to pull off my shirt with his other hand. He removes his fingers from my core and looks down at me. “Aemond please,” I reach out for him. 
“Enough,” he says through his teeth and quickly turns me around. He pushes me onto his bed and I start to lift myself up only for his hand to keep me down. I hear him fumble with his clothes and feel the bed dip. I try to turn my head to look at him but he brings his hand from my back up to my head to keep it placed on the bed. “Be a good girl and I might let you come.” I whine at his words as he chuckles. 
“Please,” I arch my ass up. He chuckles and slides his hands down my back to pull my skirt further up my waist. I feel him lean back while his fingers dig into the tender flesh of my ass. He spreads my cheeks roughly and I whine, leaning back into his hands. One of his hands comes down hard before he starts to alternate. He lands his hand on me particularly hard and I mewl leaning back into him. He trails a finger down my slit and chuckles. 
“Gods, you’re so fucking wet.” he dips a finger into me and I sigh pressing my face into the pillows. “What’s got you so worked up?” he twists his finger and adds another while I whimper pushing back into him. “I asked you a question.” he presses his thumb against my bud and I groan rolling my hips. He lands his other hand on my ass and I clench around his fingers. 
“You,” I pant breathlessly. “You, Aemond, please.” I whine reaching back to grab his arm. He starts to push his fingers into me quickly and I claw into his arm. “Yes, please,” my voice breaks as he swirls around my bud. He pulls his fingers out of me and I lift my head up for him to slam into me a moment later. He grabs my hand on his arm and my other one before placing them behind my back as he hammers into me. My face slides against his sheets as he hits a spot that has me seeing stars. He leans over trapping my hands between us. 
“Nothing to say?” he chuckles in my ear as he grinds into me slowly. I mumble incoherently into the pillows before his hand buries in my hair turning my head to the side. Small gasps fall from my lips as he slowly pushes into me. I’m being smothered by him and my stomach coils as he continues to whisper into my ear. “I can tell you’re going to come. Ask me nicely and I’ll let you.” his lips press against my neck. 
“Aemond,” my breath catches as he starts to move his hips faster. “Aemond please, can I come?” my toes curl as I tremble beneath him. “I’m- Aem, please I’ll be good, please,” pleasure slurred pleas fall from my mouth as my body sits on the edge. 
“Come for me.” I fall apart at his words and he lets out soft curses as I pulse around him. “Fuck,” he pants. “Always so good for me.” he spills his pleasure inside of me and collapses on the bed next to me. He pulls me against his chest and smooths my hair back. He leans down and places his lips softly on mine and I cling onto him. He slowly takes my skirt off and my bra and then pulls me back against him. He places kisses across forehead and I hold him tighter. 
“Aem,” my voice soft as I pull him down to me. He hums as I hug him closer. I press my lips against his neck and reach up to whisper in his ear. “I still think you’re a nerd.” his fingers dig into my sides. I place a couple more kisses on his neck before laying back down against his chest. 
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You: I really want to braid your hair 👀
Aem: I guess I could let you do that. 
You: Yay!! I really thought it would take more convincing. 
Aem: I’d probably let you do anything you ask. 
You: Anything? 🤔 
Aem: Within reason, yes. 
You: Interesting. I’ll keep that in mind. 
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I thought he would be more reserved about me braiding his hair since he seems to keep it so well groomed. He didn’t have an issue showing me all his products and tools although he did seem a little shy. I reassured him that his efforts paid off and he handed me a brush and an elastic with a smile. I have him take a seat in front of the mirror and he watches my movements in the mirror as I remove his eye patch. I begin to untie the previous elastic and slowly run my fingers through his hair.
“Gods, your hair is so beautiful.” I hum watching my fingers glide through it with ease. “It’s so soft and so smooth.” I look at him in the mirror and see his cheeks flushed. 
“Thank you.” his voice hushed as he leans back. I forgo the brush and continue to allow my fingers to lightly smooth out the rest of his hair.
“You’re just so ethereal.” I start to part his hair in three sections and begin at the top. He leans back into my hands as I start the plait. I take my time enjoying the silkiness of his hair. 
“Your fingers feel divine.” he hums. I continue to place each strand over the last making sure to keep them neat and clean. When I glance up at him he’s already looking and I look away with a smile as I finish up his braid.
“I’d be more than happy to brush your hair everyday.” I place a soft kiss on the back of his head. I place a small elastic at the end of the braid and let it rest over his shoulder. “All done.” I get up and stand in front of him. “You look absolutely perfect.” my eyes roam all over him. 
“Thank you.” he nibbles his lip and goes to put his eye patch back on. 
“Let me.” I hum and he hands it to me skeptically. I feel his eye on me as I focus on placing it right. “Why do you wear it at home?” I fix a couple of his fly aways and sit back to admire him once more. 
“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” he starts to fiddle with his fingers. 
“Why would I be uncomfortable?” I tilt my head. 
“Because it’s grotesque. It’s scary. It’s-“ 
“Hey,” I grab his hands in mine with a furrowed brow. “Don’t talk about yourself that way.” he looks at me with a scrunched brow. 
“They’re just facts.” he sighs, folding our hands together. 
“They are not.” I shake my head. “You have a beautifully sculpted sapphire in its place. I personally,” I tilt his chin to look at me once more. “Think your scar is very attractive.” his eye searches mine. 
“You don’t have to say that.” he shakes his head. 
“I mean it.” I nod my head. “Gods, Aemond. You literally look like the fantasy princes I read about. The first time I saw you I was speechless. I was sure you knew how handsome you are. The way you carry yourself. Your demeanor. Just, you.” I grab his hands. I wipe the tear that slips from his eye. 
“I shouldn’t act like this in front of you.” he scolds himself, sitting back and wiping his face. 
“I want you to feel safe and comfortable around me. You can be yourself.” I nod at him and watch his eye look me over. 
“It’s not very fantasy prince like of me.” he tries to form a smile but ends up frowning. 
“I want you as you are.” I cup his face. “I like you as you are. I lo-“ 
“Don’t.” his voice breaks. “You don’t have to say that because I’m crying.” he covers my mouth. I slowly pull his hand away and offer him a reassuring smile. 
“I want to say it because I mean it. Unless it’s too early or if you don’t feel the same way. Or if I’m being overbearing.” I scrunch my brows suddenly self conscious. I try to control my breathing as the silence grows between us. 
“I love you.” his voice is soft and my head snaps up to his. 
“I love you.” a smile spreads across my face. I scoot closer and he pulls me into his lap.
“I’m so lucky to have found you.” he hums, wrapping his arms around my waist. “You’re so beautiful and so sweet to me.” I cling against him and he starts to press his lips against my hairline. “And now you’ve told me you love me.” he sighs, tightening his arms around me. 
“I do love you, Aemond.” I press my lips against his chest. 
“Gods know why.” he murmurs above me. 
“Because you’re smart and thoughtful. You cook me the best meals I’ve ever had and you read books with me. You listen to me ramble on for hours and then take me to your bed and worship me. How could I not love you?” I hum trying to hold him impossibly closer. 
“Ever since I was a child I was convinced no one would love me.” his soft words cause my eyes to tear up. I pull back and look at him with watery eyes and pull him into the tightest hug I can. His arms wrap around me and I feel my tears slip down my cheek onto his neck. “Why are you crying?” he hums, rubbing my back. 
“Cause I’m sad for baby Aemond.” my hand rests on the nape of his neck. 
“It wasn’t my intention to make you feel bad for me.” he tries to pull back but I cling onto him. 
“I didn’t mean it like that.” I shake my head. “I just, you deserved better, sweet boy.” his arms squeeze against me. 
“It’s okay.” he pulls me back and wipes my eyes. “I’m okay.” he nods. 
“Tea?” I tilt my head untangling myself from him. 
“Wine?” he raises an eyebrow and I nod, pulling him up off the ground with me. He leads us into the kitchen and pulls down two wine glasses. He grabs down a bottle and retrieves his opener. He passes me a glass and walks around the counter with his own. He leads us back out to the couch and we curl up together with our wine. “They made a movie of your favorite book.” he hums, grabbing the remote. 
“I know. They actually did a pretty good job.” I lean my head on his shoulder. 
“Do you want to watch it? With me?” he’s hovering over the rent button and I nod my head and the open credits begin to play. Our wine glasses slowly empty and we curl up under the blanket. I rest my head against his chest and let the steady beat of his heart lull me to sleep. 
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“I’m sorry.” Aemond mumbles, kissing my head as I wipe my eyes. He’s carrying me to his room and he sets me on the end of the bed and starts to slip our clothes off. We crawl under the blankets and face each other just taking each other in. He takes his eye patch off and offers me a small smile and I scoot closer. He kisses my forehead and pulls me against his chest. I kiss across his chest before leaning back to look up at him. 
“I love you.” I pull him down into a soft kiss. 
“I love you.” he murmurs against my lips before we drift off. 
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bosinclairsgff · 7 months ago
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Cock warming with Otis Driftwood
Warnings: NSFW
A/n THIS FEELS WRONG TO POST. Also first ever smutty fic, give me a break 🙄🫶🏻
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Otis hadn’t given you any attention all day. He was busy doing one of his projects and messing with his newest victim. All day he’s barely said two words to you. All you wanted was just a tiny bit of his attention, that’s not to much to ask for right?
Making your way to his work area you found him sitting down and drawing something at his desk. “Otis?” You stand beside him looking down fiddling with your hands. He says nothing but lets out an annoyed sigh. “Are you really busy?” You ask. He throws down his pencil, scooting his chair back slightly. “What does it fucking look like y/n!” Otis yells. “I’m sorry….I just want to be near you. I need you.” You look up at him, making eye contact. Otis notices you squeezing your thighs together. He says nothing for a moment, just rolls his eyes. “Fuck. Fine you can sit on my lap but you make the slightest bit of noice or move at all, I’ll gut you like a fucking pig.” He says in a dark tone. You happily nod and slip your pants off in one swift motion. Otis slides his already hard cock out of his pants waiting for you to take your seat. Straddling his thighs and gripping his shoulders, you lower yourself onto him. Having to bite your lip to hold back a moan. He lets out a shaky sigh. “Remember one fucking peep and your dead.” He whispers into your ear. You nod frantically.
Otis continues to work on his art. A few minutes pass by and you slightly shift in his lap. His hand’s immediately grip your waist, so tight you know bruises will form. “I..I’m sorry Otis I didn’t mean to!” You try to explain. “You think I’m fucking kidding bitch? You think just because I have a soft spot for you I still won’t gut you like some worthless pig?” He spits out. You let out a whimper knowing you couldn’t last much long just sitting sit. “Please let me move, please I need you Otis.” You whisper. He considers what you say for a moment. Without warning he lifts you up slightly then pulls you back down roughly. You let out a gasp. “What did I say about making noise.” Otis says. You bite your lip to quiet yourself. He continues his attack on you, thrusting upwards and helping you find a rhythm. You can feel yourself getting close, biting your lip so hard you draw blood. Otis’s breath was starting to pick up and he was getting sloppy with his thrusts. He pushes you off him, only to press you down on his desk. It’s cold on your tummy. He warms you up though by entering you again in one quick movement. Going a brutal pace you can feel yourself about to explode. Again, he gets sloppy, you know he’s about to cum. “Come on mama cum with me.” He grunts. Just as he says that he pushes deeply into you and you both cum together.
Otis stay there for a moment, hunched over you. After that though he lets go of you and pulls out. You let out a whine not wanting to be empty. “Get the fuck out of here now I’ve got work to do. I know you don’t know what that’s like. You don’t do shit.” He barks out. Normally you’d be hurt but you were so fucked dumb it didn’t even register in your mind that he was being mean.
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chukys-mouthguard · 13 days ago
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what are the odds? | part 6
matt rempe x female reader; featuring numerous side characters
social media au!
part 5
mattrempe
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mattrempe nothing says I’m sorry like some wine and a good board game 🎲
alleyrempe thank god you’re not entirely hopeless
-> mattrempe the boys got me together 🤞🏼
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-> alleyrempe don’t make the girls have to come after you next time
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user30284 he apologized!! 😭 thank god
-> user50347 i was ready to give up hope if they couldn’t fix things 🥹
addison.clark who knew he was a cook?!
-> mattrempe stepping my game up because she deserves it
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-> addison.clark that she does!
your.name.here no more get out of jail free cards for you sir 😜
-> mattrempe don’t plan on needing one 😉
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user35038 so they fixed things?!
-> user20490 i feel like it was probably something dumb
-> user80584 dumb or not it clearly was enough to cause issues…
kandre.miller you’re welcome
-> mattrempe i owe you and kreids big time
-> chris.kreider there’s a new Rolex I’ve been eyeing 👀
-> mattrempe dude I’m a fourth liner…how about i get you a nice Fitbit? 😂
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your.name.here i guess I’ll keep him 🙄
alleyrempe no take backs this time!
-> your.name.here something tells me i won’t be giving him back
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user20484 shut up this is so cute 🥹
-> user63924 thank god he fixed whatever happened!
-> user10384 i love we assume it was his fault…
-> user63924 literally everyone has confirmed it was him that messed up…😂
addison.clark omg it’s my otp 🫶🏼
-> francesca.kreider i ship them so hard
-> your.name.here i hate you both 😂
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user20559 I’m waiting on an official post hard launching them…
-> user24943 don’t hold your breath 🙄 lol
mattrempe shit your bf is kinda hot 🥵
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mattrempe who is that handsome devil?? 👀
-> your.name.here he’s a handsome ranger, get it right 😉
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user32055 where is tybauer_ to out them when we need him ? 😂
-> tybauer_ soon enough they’ll out themselves lol
-> user32055 👀
-> user52559 soooo are we getting a hard launch?
-> your.name.here you’re the reason we can’t have nice things tybauer_ 🙄😂
-> tybauer_ 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
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