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im so mad i completely forgot about rose's dialogue at the end of chapter 5 and now i have to go alllllll the way back to the valhalla nursing home to complete this part x_x
#tani's personal shit#aw2 lb#i mean i dont Have to#but i will#it pisses me off enough that there are certain cases where the clues never stop being 'for later' even though i finished that part ages ago#i probably missed clues and stuff but in my defense its hard to catch them when some textures dont load and it runs at 1 fps on my computer#anyway. i Will 100% complete all these three side missions đ€đ€đ€#at least i got all lunchboxes/rhymes/stashes in bright falls so it'll be a fast trip
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catching covid after my 3 year no-covid streak feels kinda bad ngl
#I thought it was some type of flu for the past few days but nope#tbf Iâve been sick three other times these past three years and one time was sus as hell but Iâll never know what that was all aboutâŠ#yeah not catching covid felt like a Highscore streak. yeah I do think about everything in my life in terms of gamification u_u#when the new chapter released I was like: oh there is so much going on maybe Iâll manage to be more active again and then I was just out#itâs a bit better now at least but Iâm also finally catching on that it has the worst timing#my family was meant to visit me next week but Iâll still be contagious so donât think thatâs gonna happen#also in 5 1/2 weeks Iâll need to finish a substantial part of my bachelor projectâŠ#things are happening but I had a horrible creative slump right before falling sick so that kinda sucks#at least my vis dev part of the project is mostly over now so maybe Iâll get back to some casual fanart again soon⊠I miss it :(#when I was younger everytime I got sick I just started grinding out fanart. dunno where that energy went because now I canât even move#my pinky when Iâm sick#sinaâs rambling
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imagine logan seeing you again
logan x reader
warning: some deadpool x wolverine spoilers. this takes place after the movie. under 1k words.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
The apartment was packed jammed with friends and some foes of Wade Wilson. There might have been music playing in the background, but Logan couldnât tell when his eyes locked with the figure walking through the front door. His heart dropped, he felt sick to his stomach as his eyes fluttered. It had to be a dream but then he quickly came to his senses.
This wasnât his universe, his world. He was somewhere entirely new. He caught his breath as Wade shouted out an exclamation of joy. Logan watched as he drew up from his seat to greet you with an overzealous hug, pulling you toward the group at the table. Â Wade held you rough by the shoulders and grinned. âLook who decided to come out of retirement, conveniently after we,â he pointed to Logan then himself. âSaved the fucking world. Avengers, who? Bunch of assholes, if you ask me.â
âYou sound like a man scorn, Wade,â you teased, offering a wave of a hand to your friends. The idiot next to you was right, the whole superhero thing had been a thing of the past. You have been a regular civilian for a few years now and have been loving a more relaxed existence â not being threatened daily was like, nice. âDonât worry, youâll see all the details in the movie. Have you meant my little angry beaver, the Wolverine?â
Your head jerked to where the older gentlemen was sitting, and you grinned. âI havenât had the pleasure. I never met this worldâs Logan â we ran in different circles. Itâs nice to meet you.â
His heart relaxed and he confidently held out a hand, ignoring the interested glance from Laura. âNice to meet you.â
âTake a seat next to Logan,â Wade urged, winking over to his new hesitant partner. âIâm sure he can fill you in on all the fun weâve had together. Tell her about the sex ramp we had in the car that one time.â
âDo you ever shut the fuck up?â Logan cursed, telling you to ignore him.
âI usually do,â you laughed, thanking Vanessa for the beer she slid over from her side of the table. Popping it open, you relaxed and asked Logan how this place was treating him. âMust be weird, coming here. Itâs like your world, right? Just slightly different?â
âSomething like that.â
âDid we know each other back there?â
Your question seemed so invasive and frank â it almost made Logan smile because some people never changed, no matter what universe. Back where he came from, you were such a firecracker little shit. He had his hands full dealing with your bullshit. You were always running towards danger with little regard for your own safety because you had him. He had always been at your side, or at least, trying to catch up but he had always been there for you.
Logan had loved you and you had loved him.
Two reckless mutants.
Then you died and that sent him straight down a barrel of alcohol and indifference, to everyone and everything in his world. Which led to his greatest shame of all, allowing his family to be murdered because he was too busy drinking his sorrows away. He had long forgotten what it felt like to see you smile or hear you laugh, to feel your fingertips on his skin. The weight of your head on his chest as you slept, he never could replicate that feeling and yet, here you were.
A different version of you but God, the same.
âWe were friends, really good friends.â
The hint of sadness in his voice was enough for you to understand and maybe not truly, but something had happened. That much was evident and while it might have been silly, you wanted nothing more than to comfort this man next to you. The room seemed to fall quiet, but no one was paying attention, except the girl next to Logan. Your eyes met hers, but she just smiled and looked away. Loganâs eyes were focused on the beer in his hands, but his eyes jerked up when a gentle hand touched the top of his. Your skin ablaze his and it felt wrong to feel like he had once when he didnât even know you. Not this version of you, a woman he knew nothing about. It didnât feel right but he wanted nothing more to allow this to go on. To see who you were in this world.
Did he deserve that? After everything that happened.
âWere? I wonât pry but it seems like life has given you a second chance, Logan.â You smiled softly and removed your hand from his, lifting your beer can to him. âYou guys saved this world; a second chance is the least the universe can give you. Why not take it?â
Logan chuckled lowly. âThe version of you I knew also had a deficiency in reasoning.â
A hard smack landed on his chest, and he laughed, which made you laugh. âYeah, well, at least I donât look like that idiot.â
Looking over to where you pointed to Wade, who had decided to show off his hair piece, Logan smirked. âYeah, thatâs fucking terrible.â
The two of you smiled at each other and something clicked in that moment, leaving the both of you quiet until you broke the tension. âTo not looking like Wade Wilson.â
Logan clicked his beer against yours and felt a settling in his heart. Maybe he did deserve a second chance, at least, he could start toward earning that second chance. âAmen to that.â
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i think a lot about exactly 1 thing from the roman empire: the concept of bread and circus. the idea was that if your population was fed and entertained, they wouldn't revolt. you are asking us to give up our one small life, is the thing - for under 15 dollars an hour.
what would that buy, even. i am trading weekends and late nights and my back health. i am trading slow mornings and long walks and cortisol levels. i am trading sleep and silence and peace. for ... this. for what barely-covers-rent.
life really is more expensive right now. you aren't making that up. i make almost 3 times what i did 5 years ago, and despite an incredibly equal series of bills - i am still struggling. the most expensive line item i added was to own a dog. the money is just evaporating.
we were okay with it because it's a cost-benefit analysis. i could handle the customer harassment and standing all day and the manager's constantly changing temperament - i was coming home to hope, and my life planned in a blue envelope. three hours would buy me my dog's food for a month. i can give up three hours for him, for his shiny coat and wide, happy mouth. three days could be a new mattress, if i was thrifty. if i really scrimped and saved, we could maybe afford a trip into the city.
recently i cried in the car about the price of groceries.
business majors will be mad at me, but my most inflammatory opinion is that people should never be valued at the same place as products. your staff should not be a series of numbers in an excel sheet that you can just "replace" whenever you need something at that moment. your staff should be people, end of sentence.
it feels like someone somewhere is playing a very bad video game. like my life is a toy. like someone opened an app on their phone and hired me in diner dash ultra. they don't need to pay me well or treat me alright - they can always just show me the door. there is always someone more desperate, always someone more willing.
but i go to work and know i could save for years and not afford housing. i am never going to own my own home, most likely. i have no idea how to afford her ring, much less the wedding. my dog doesn't have his own yard. everything i love is on subscription. if i lose my job, i have no "nest egg" to catch my falling.
this thin life - they want me to give up summer for it. to open my mouth and throat and swallow the horrible hours and counted keystrokes. they want me to give up mountains and any non-federal holiday. to give up snow days. to give up talking to my mom whenever i want. to give up visiting the ocean and hearing the waves.
bread and circus worked for a while, actually. it was the kind of plan that would probably now be denounced by republicans as socialist commie liberal pronoun bullshit.
but sometimes i wonder if we should point them to the part of the history book that says: it worked until it didn't.
#spilled ink#warm up#writeblr#i have a good job please shut the fuck up before telling me to get a better job#girl i have vision and dental.#if u blame the victim that's wild. do u know about economic systems
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RODEO STATION, 1 â MEGUMI FUSHIGUROÂ
A collection of you and Megumi, through the years, through Gojoâs eyes.Â
content, warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, sort of canon-adjacent, satoru adopts megumi and tsumiki, reader has a cursed technique but itâs not mentioned in depth here, really just you and megumi falling in love and gojo watching
word count: 1.1k
part i: first years, jujutsu tech. fits in the timeline around when nobara first joins the class
When Satoru first finds him, Megumi has two conditions. First, that Tsumiki would be kept safe and happy, and far away from the Zenin clan if they werenât going to be good to herâsafe and far away from all jujutsu society if Gojo could help it; and that she would never have to worry about feeding herself or Megumi ever again. Satoru agreed right away, he would have done that without the request.Â
For his second condition, an eight year old Megumi looked Satoru straight in the eye and told him that he would absolutely not be separated from you. Satoru thought it was cute, sweet, in the bratty, and naive but determined kind of way that seemed to be everything that kid stood for, and Satoru couldnât fault him for it. Megumiâs evident childlike adoration of you aside, Satoru saw potential in you, too, so he accepted Megumiâs conditions, happy to welcome the two of you to the world of sorcery.Â
Itâs not until a week before you both start at Jujutsu Tech, that Satoru really asks Megumi why he wants you here (never mind the fact that you had already also made up your mind about being a sorcerer, and if there is anything that Satoru has learned about you in the past decade, itâs that: one, you have the magical ability to make Megumi do anything you say; and two, youâre incredible persuasive and very stubborn). Megumi doesnât look him in the eye when he answers, fidgeting with his melting ice cream instead when he says, âWell, she saved my life.âÂ
Satoru doesnât tease when he hears this, only digging his spoon in for a scoop of Megumiâs toffee butter, smiling to himself when the cold hits his tongue, because heâd heard the message loud and clear: Megumi believes he owes you his life, and to keep yours protected, he wants you by his side.
Satoru quickly learns that Megumi truly has his work cut out for him as he watches you burst through a top-floor window of a high-rise building, falling carelessly with the object of your missionâa special-grade cursed objectâclutched in your grasp. Second later, thereâs a loud explosion, as the ugly head of a large cursed falls limp in the hole in the broken glass that youâd left behind. Satoru chuckles when he sees you smile, and the faint cheer of weeeeeeeee as you fall. He knew you were wild and stubborn by the way you bossed Megumi around without a care, but seeing you in action proved that you were also in your own league of crazy, a fantastic sorceress in the making.Â
To his left, Yuuji gapes wildly as he looks up, shielding his eyes with his hand, and then flinching back when Nobara bursts through the ground floor door, not without a nail going flying into the curse that had been chasing her. She looks angry, then wide eyed, then up to where Yuuji and Megumi were also staring and starts squealing alongside him.Â
âGojo-sensei, what are you standing there smiling aboutâdo something!â Nobara shouts, pointing an accusatory finger up in the air at your flying body.Â
Yuuji gasps again, like heâd just figured out the consequence of you falling from a building, spewing on his own cries, âHey, seriously, what the hell are we doingâshe canât fly,â he shouts, turning to shake his sensei, then pausing, âWait, Fushiguro, can she fly? You know her.âÂ
âIdiot,â Nobara spits, âIf she could fly then sheâd be flying, not falling.â
âThen why arenât we doing anyâyou know what, I think I can catch her,â Yuuji boasts, rolling up his sleeves, prepared to position himself underneath your descending body, and thatâs when Satoru steps in, extending an arm in front of his students.Â
âYou all worry too much,â he smiles, lifting his blindfold just enough to look the pair in the eye, and tilt his head up slightly, âBesides, Megumiâs handled it.âÂ
Three heads turn back up to the sky, where youâre no longer in freefall, instead have had your shoulders snatched by Nueâs talons. Youâve still got that wild smile on your face, wider now as you descend much more elegantly via Megumiâs shikigami. Nobara and Yuuji wince as Nueâs wings flap widely when youâre set on the ground. You shift the box with the cursed object to one hand, reaching your free one around to pet the birdâs feathers. It crows happily, and Satoru snickers, much to Megumiâs dismay. You always did treat his shikigami like pets.Â
âHey, youâre okay!â Yuuji cheers, eyes sparkling, âWhatâs in the box? A swordâactually, I donât want to know. If itâs another finger, keep it away from me.âÂ
âHand it here,â Nobara demands. Youâre happy to hand over the box and have another hand available for petting Nue.Â
Satoru watches fondly as Yuuji and Nobara fuss over the box. They should probably exercise more caution, but heâs there, so the worst canât happen. Meanwhile, you step closer to Megumi with Nue fluttering behind you.Â
âYouâre the one who told me there would be no need to get involved,â Megumi says, voice soft, hands falling comfortably at his side.Â
âI said that you wouldnât have to get involved with the curses,â you correct, standing on your tiptoes to nuzzles your head into the birdâs feathers, âI said nothing about not getting involved with me.âÂ
Satoru does his best not to choke out a loud laugh as Megumiâs face becomes increasingly pink when you reach forward to pinch his cheeks, his grumbling drowned in the sound of Yuuji and Nobaraâs bickering. Satory sighs, content. He cares for all his students, but thereâs a certain weight lifted on his shoulders knowing that when it came to you, there was truly nothing to worry aboutâMegumi would always be there for you. Honestly, he thinks Megumi might fight him to protect you if it came down to it.Â
That thought does bring an audible chuckle to his lips, Megumiâs pinched expression calling to him, âWhat are you laughing about?âÂ
To which Satoru only hums, sticking his hands in his pockets. Megumiâs eyebrows furrow deeper, but itâs quickly dissolved when you catch his attention again, saying your farewells to Nue before giving Megumi the okay to let him recede into his shadows.Â
âOh, nothing,â Satoru chirps, turning to lead the group back to Ichijiâs car, âCome on, whoâs still up for revolving sushi!â Â
Cheers follow him as the veil dispels. You question Yuuji about whether or not you think the restaurant will have grilled eel, and Nobara pretends to throw up, arguing that eel is the worst, that you all should stick to hand rolls instead. Megumi stays quiet, walking on your outside, and humming along with all of your suggestions, and Satoru canât help but wonder whether or not you knew that Nue had been out from the moment youâd stepped in the building.Â
Honestly, he thinks Megumi might win that fightâmight win any fight if it meant being with you.
#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#jjk smut#jjk imagines#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro#megumi smut#megumi fluff#jjk scenarios#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#gojo satoru#megumi fushiguro x reader#this isn't a gojo x reader thing but he thinks very very fondly of you and megumi :((#jjk smau#jjk drabbles#jjk headcanons#jjk fanfic
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"Ah, yes. Me, my beloved Prefect and my lookalike tsum from another dimension."
Twst Boys and their reactions to you cuddling their tsum instead of them Headcanons
part 1 part 2 part 3
tagging: @darkflowerav
Trey Clover
This might as well happen.
The Universe just keeps throwing things Treys way doesn't it...
He was hoping for a chill night.
But no. The tsum had to mess that up.
It's fine. He's not gonna get jealous of a plush toy.
He'll let you have your fill of cuddles from the tsum.
But beware should you only show affection to the tsum and ignore his open arms he will pay you back for the entire next week by not giving you cuddles and kisses.
He doesn't hold grudges, he swears.
He does. He holds grudges.
Ace Trappola
Come on!
He's right here you know!
He can see you ignoring him and only paying attention to this tsum!
He swears it is looking down on him. Ugh!
.... Is this about the joke he made this morning? It was just a joke! He already apologized.
No, Deuce, he's not jealous! (he is.)
He already got teased all day about this!
Cuddle him? Pretty please???
He's giving you puppy eyes. The tsum redirects your attention back to it every singe time he does.
Ace is not amused.
Ruggie Bucchi
After a full day of running errands and looking after his tsum, Ruggie is ready to fall into bed and your arms.
Hey, what's the tsum doing here?
Oh, well, fine. It can have one corner of the bed.
What do you mean you plan on cuddling it to sleep and not him???
But he needs your cuddles! They're the best part of his day! ...Night?
Anyways! You promised him cuddles and one single hug won't do it.
He'd use his UM and make you up the tsum away... but he doesn't want to see you upset.
So as long as you promise to drown him in affection tomorrow, he'll let you have the tsum for the night.
You do wake up in the middle of the night with Ruggie hugging you. He's also not letting go.
Jamil Viper
He just can't catch a break, can he?
He'll live.
Jamil is not happy about the new arrangement. But he'll have to make do.
When you ask him about the sour look on his face he says he's fine.
He's obviously not thrilled about the tsum.
So you decide the three of you will cuddle.
You're pretty sure Jamil and his tsum are side eyeing each other.
Neither on of them moves tho. So it should be fine... right?
You'll make it up to Jamil tomorrow for letting you have your cuddles with his plush lookalike.
Vil Schoenheit
Vil enjoyed his tsums company well enough.
It was not doing anything that would get either one of them in trouble.
What a well mannered tsum. He expected no less.
Vil allowed it to be pampered by you for the day.
And he's even allowing it to sleep in the bed with the two of you. As long as it makes you happy he's willing to make a few exceptions.
But this is ridiculous!
You're not even paying attention to him!
Him! Vil Schoenheit! YOUR BOYFRIEND.
It's been such a long day and you're lavishing all of your attention on a plush and not him!
This is unacceptable!
...Perhaps he should test the new makeup products he just got on the tsum first.
And you! You'll have to make it up to him with lots of affection. Tomorrow.
Idia Shroud
It's okay. He'll just... play some games.
Idia knew you wouldn't be able to resist the cuteness of a tsum. They're perfectly made to be cuddled with.
It's alright. He expected this.
He can't really complain when it's HIS tsum that's making you so happy.
.....
BUT WHY THE HELL DOES HE FEEL LIKE HE'S THIRD WHEELING THE TWO OF YOU!?!??!
HE'S YOUR BOYFRIEND.
The tsum should respect this and back of a little!
A few cuddles here and there are fine! But come on! Pay some attention to him too!
At this point Idia can feel his hair turning orange.
You better calm down your gamer boyfriend before some unsuspecting player gets caught in the crossfire.
Malleus Draconia
So far Malleus has been unbothered with the tsum appearances.
They're quite interesting creatures.
He's been happily spending time with his lookalike. It's good to have an ice cream eating buddy.
Truly, he's enjoyed the company.
Malleus thought nothing of it when you brought the plush in the bed.
He was fine with it. Everything was fine.
Until the tsum started hogging your attention, that is.
The Diasomnia housewarden is a hair width away from incinerating his plush lookalike.
....Are those storm clouds forming in the distance?....
Maybe you should pay more attention to your boyfriend.... and quick.
Silver
Luckily for everyone Silvers tsum is a calm one.
I fact, both Silver and the tsum were already asleep when you were done changing in your pajamas.
You know Silver was trying his best to stay awake so you just give his temple a quick peck for his attempt.
And one for the tsum as well.
It looks like you won't have cuddles tonight since they're both sleeping.
To your surprise you do wake up in the middle of the night sandwiched between your boyfriend and his plush counterpart.
Nice and comfy~
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#trey clover x reader#ace trappola x reader#ruggie bucchi x reader#jamil viper x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#idia shroud x reader#malleus draconia x reader#silver x reader#twst trey#twst ace#twst ruggie#twst jamil#twst vil#twst idia#twst malleus#twst silver#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#twst tsum tsum#twst wonderland
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Eldritchrune - Kris's Birthday
Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost
Close to the end of their journey, Kris has a small celebration with the beasts, and reflects some on both their past with their brother, and the light world ahead.
(Reminder that I draw these scenes out of chronological order!)
YAY managed to get another part done! This one won the poll, so had to go with it first! At least Kris finally gets a nice, happy moment with all the beasts they've recruited!
Alt text under the read more:
Page 1
Panel 1 - Wide opening shot. Kris sits facing Ralsei, with the rest of the Fun Gang surrounding them. The Gang now consists of Susie, Noelle, Lancer, Berdly, Catti and Jockington, and Monster Kid. The Fun Gang have set up camp in a hollow crater, the landscape around them rocky and barren. Everyone is lit solely by the glow of a campfire in the center of the crater. Ralsei addresses Kris: âGet plenty of rest, Kris.â
Panel 2 - Medium shot of Kris and Ralsei, still across from each other with the fire between them. Ralsei continues, âTomorrow we face the last bound god before the Dark FountainâŠitâll be our toughest fight yet!â Kris responds, âYes. I understand.â They stare into the fire.
Panel 3 - Closeup on a happy Ralsei as he holds up one claw. âAnd since weâre so close to the endâŠâ
Panel 4 - â...I thought Iâd conjure up a special surprise for you!â Ralsei moves his claws, and magically congeals a plate, food and frosting all together in a swirling center.
Panel 5 - Ralsei holds up the finished object in front of the fire: a small frosted cake, topped with strawberries. âSURPRISE! Happy birthday, Kris!â he declares with a broad smile.
Page 2
Panel 1 - Ralsei holds the cake up in the foreground. Kris looks at it in surprise. Behind them, Susie and Noelle look on with interest. âWow! Is today really your birthday, Kris?â Noelle asks.
Panel 2 - Closeup on Kris. They scratch at their head in confusion, and respond, âI⊠Is it? Iâve lost track of the days since arriving hereâŠâ
Panel 3 - Medium shot as Ralsei happily hands the cake to Kris, who takes it. He says, âWell, Iâm not sure if itâs exactly today. But by my estimates you should have had one by now! So now is as good a time as any!â
Panel 4 - A wider upshot as Kris takes the cake, and the beasts watch. Berdly leans in closer, curious, and asks, âWhat do you humans do on these âbirth-days,â as you call them?â
Kris replies, âWell, typicallyâŠyou eat cake, or some other sweet treat, and you spend time with your friends and family.â
Panel 5 - Kris stares into the fire again, and continues, âAnd usually, they also give you gifts.â Behind them, as if in abstract shadow, is an image of a younger Kris surrounded by the other Dreemurrs, all smiling. It seems to be a memory of a past birthday.
Page 3
Panel 1 - Closeup of Kris still looking into the fire, their eyes hidden by their hair. A shadow seems to fall over them. The memories of happier times still hurt.
Panel 2 - Lancer pipes up: âYa got the cake and friends part right here!â Kris turns to see Lancer and Susie smiling at them, and gives a small smile back.
Panel 3 - Noelle leans in over Kris as well, her head taking up most of the panel. She says, âSorry, we donât have any gifts for youâŠbut two out of three isnât bad, right?â
Krisâs smile broadens a little, and they reply, âNo, it is not.â
Panel 4 - Kris pulls out a smaller knifeâŠ
Panel 5 - And in a shot focused on the cake, begins to slice the cake into equal pieces with the knife.
Panel 6 - Kris offers a piece to Catti, who happily licks it up. âTasty.â
Panel 7 - Kris tosses a piece across the fire to Berdly, who catches it in his mouth. âThanks, Kris!â
Panel 8 - Kris turns around and tosses another piece into Susieâs open jaws. âHell yeah, cake!â she says, excited.
Page 4
Panel 1 - A wide shot as the whole Fun Gang sit around the fire, enjoying their cake slices, small as they are. Kris works on eating their own slice. Noelle says, âThat was good! âŠDo you think thereâll be lots more cake in the light world?â
Panel 2 - Medium shot of Kris, who turns to look up at Noelle. âYes, there are. But I would have thought youâd be interested in the humans more,â they say around a mouthful of cake.
Panel 3 - Noelle looks off to the right, and responds, âSure, Iâll have some, if theyâre soft⊠I donât like the hard bits, like armor and bones.â
Panel 4 - Wider shot as Noelle leans back against Susie, snuggling into her side. âI mostly want to get to the Light World and quiet this feeling in my mindâŠonce I do that, Iâll be happy,â She says.
Susie grins, and says, âMore for me, then! I canât wait to get to the Light World and all that foodâŠâ
Page 5
Panel 1 - Susie rests her head on the ground, and continues, âIâm gonna eat up all those humans and finally feel full!â She smiles and licks her lips at the thought. Lancer sits just nearby.
Panel 2 - Wider shot of all the beasts around the fire. Across from Susie, sitting in a loaf, Catti says âGreedy.â
âOh come on, like you arenât excited for the food!â Susie responds with an annoyed look.
Panel 3 - Medium shot as Catti looks up towards the dark clouds above them, grinning broadly. Behind her, Jockington also looks Skyward, his body wiggly. Catti says, âNot just that. Open skies. Sun. Fresh smells. New magic.â Jockington adds, âItâs been, way too long since we, learned a new technique!â
Catti reiterates: âLots of things. Looking forward to them.â
Panel 4 - Wider shot as Kris turns to Monster Kid, whoâs been quiet this whole time. Theyâre mostly buried underground, but their tail is currently out of their mouth. Kris asks them, âYouâre looking forward to leaving the Dark World, too?â They reply, âY-yeah, Kris! I wanna eat some humans too, butâŠalso wanna be someplace niver, yâknow?â
Panel 5 - Closeup on Monster Kidâs face as they continue: âHere itâs really hard to find food. And itâs so dark and cold, and e-everyoneâs trying to fight each other⊠I hate it, yo.â
Page 6Â
Panel 1 - Wide downshot of the whole Fun Gang huddled together in the empty crater. The barred landscape stretches out around them. Berdly looks to the skies, and says, âYes, itâs true. The terrain here is so bleak and devoid of sidequests.â
Panel 2 - Closeup on Berdly as he smiles, looking excited and proud. âBut if the Light World has as many humans as you say, Iâll be able to max out my volume in no time!â
Panel 3 - Susie looks away and sticks out her tongue, clearly annoyed at the prospect. âOh goody, weâre aaaall excited for thatâŠâ
Berdly, not picking up on her sarcasm, just continues to beam proudly. âAnd rightfully so!â
Panel 4 - Noelle nudges her enormous nose against Krisâs back, and says, âWeâre all really excited to see the Light World with you, Kris.â
Kris turns back towards her slightly, and smiles. âMe too.â
Panel 5 - Kris reaches around the fire to hand the now empty plate back to Ralsei, who takes it.
Panel 6 - Ralsei makes the plate vanish into shards of nothing with a wave of his claws. âThen letâs get some rest!â he says, satisfied.
Panel 7 - The small campfire is now extinguished. Only a thin wisp of leftover smoke rises from the blackened wood and coals.
Page 7
Panel 1 - A wide shot of the crater, still at night. With the campfire out, all of the eldritch beasts are now asleep. Monster Kid is buried underground. Catti is sleeping as a loaf, with Jockington resting on her back. Berdly sleeps with his head tucked under one wing. Susie and Noelle sleep snuggled up together, with Susieâs long tail curled around them. Kris lays nestled between them, long hair and shaggy fur serving as a makeshift bed. Ralsei stands off to the side.
Panel 2 - Medium shot of Kris. They lay awake between the two beasts, staring up at the sky. They look pensive.
Panel 3 - Slightly closer, Kris looks down and to their right. Ralsei asks from offscreen: âKris! Are you feeling all right?â
Panel 4 - Downshot of Ralsei as he looks up towards Kris. He spreads his arms out in a hopeful gesture. âI know perhaps this isnât the sort of birthday you would have had back home, but I was hoping I did okay on such short noticeâŠâ
Panel 5 - Closeup on Kris as they close their eyes. âI justâŠâ They take a deep sigh.
Panel 6 - Kris looks up from the makeshift bed, looking sad. âI canât remember the first birthday I had with mom and dad and Azzy anymore.â
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Panel 1 - Shot of the dark skies above. Thick clouds silently roll across a starless expanse. âThe whole day feels like itâs completely gone.â
Panel 2 - Wider shot, with Ralsei in the foreground. He still watches Kris carefully. âOh, I see. I suppose Seam has asked for quite a few payments from you during your time hereâŠperhaps you sold the memory?â
Panel 3 - Closeup on Kris as they squeeze their eyes shut, trying to block out budding tears.
Panel 4 - âYes. Likely,â they say. Kris sadly holds up their left hand above their head. Their hand is missing the pinkie fingerâŠanother payment to Seam.
Panel 5 - Closeup on Ralsei as he looks downward. âIâm sorry, Kris.â
Panel 6 - Medium shot as Kris hugs themself, still nestled in the hair and fur. âAsriel would usually get me a book he thought Iâd like, and Iâd complain about it, but then read it cover to cover in one night. Once I learned how to read, anyway,â they say with a small smile.
Panel 7 - Low angle shot as Kris continues to reminisce, watching the dark clouds above. âMom and dad also always got me a square of chocolate. I donât know how they afforded it.â
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Panel 1 - In a flashback panel, Asriel and Kris sit across from each other outdoors, each leaning against trees. Simple woods surrounded them, and a lazy river rolls by just past them. Beyond the river are a few small homes and farms from the town. Kris holds an apple, while Asriel has a book and feather pen. Both are talking, looking happy.Â
Kris speaks over the flashback: âAzzy and I would go and sit by the river in the summer, and heâd point out plants and animals and tell me to give them science names. Even when I said crass or foolish ones, he wrote them down and said he would petition to get the names changed.â
Panel 2 - Closeup on Kris as they look away, the memory still feeling a bit sad to them.
Panel 3 - Closeup on Ralsei, interested and responding to the stories. âYour brother sounds like a generous soul.â
Panel 4 - Kris looks down, still sad and reminiscing. âHe didnât have to be so nice to me. Everyone said heâd leave town and go do great things.â
Panel 5 - Another flashback panel, this time in Azzy and Krisâs shared room. It looks similar to their room in canon, but much older and more bare-bones, with simple wood walls. Kris sits on the edge of their bed, listening. Asriel sits on the edge of the bed, looking pensive, his cheek resting against his hand.Â
Kris continues over the flashback: âBut heâŠhe told me that he didnât like that pressure. That I was more fun to hang around than whatever great thing the town expected him to do.â
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Panel 1 - Closeup on Ralsei. He looks on, his tattered scarf flowing behind him. A curious smile crosses his face. âThe way you have spoken about him, all this timeâŠI am so curious to meet him.â
Panel 2 - Kris nestles down into the bed of fur and hair, and shuts their eyes, drifting off to sleep at last. They mumble, âMaybeâŠmaybe soon.â
Panel 3 - Wide shot of all the beasts, asleep in the crater. Kris finally sleeps as well, tucked between Susie and Noelle. Itâs dark, and quiet. In the foreground, Ralsei remains awake and watching, his back to the camera. Itâs unknown what heâs thinking. Â
#lynx art#eldritchrune#deltarune au#kris dreemurr#ralsei#susie#noelle#lancer#berdly#catti#jockington#monster kid#whole crew is here!#and for those curious: Kris traded away their finger to Seam at some point
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Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 2] - G.S.Â
Synopsis. âBesides, Toru, just because it worked for you doesnât mean itâll work for me.â âWanna bet?â For Satoru, convincing you to take the aphrodisiac chocolate too wasnât the hard part - the hard part was being shoved into that bathroom stall, cock throbbing, mind spinning - trying not to beg for mercy.Â
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, slight femdom, overstimulation (male), lots of cum, you absolutely ruin Satoru, semi-public sex, subby! Satoru, aphrodisiac sex, multiple rounds, shutting up Gojo Satoru by making him cum in his pants, pet names (darling, my girl), swearing.
Word count. 3.7k
A/N. Can be read as a standalone, but PART 1 HERE.
Bros this was mad hard to write oml. Art by @_3aem on X.
Satoru had everything he needed to absolutely ruin you tonight.
Overpriced Cartier glasses? Check.
Jet-black Hellcat freshened up, ready with a little surprise for you inside? Check.
You, all dolled up and brows furrowed adorably at him? Holy shit, check.
âToru, if weâve missed our reservation because you had beef with the neighborhood cat againâŠâ
âHe was looking at you wrong! I had to defend your honor!â Dramatic protests falling on deaf ears, Satoru speeds through the darkening city streets, still grumbling under his breath about âcats these daysâ.
With your fiancĂ© being absolutely swamped with missions recently, youâd been anticipating this night for weeks now.
Little did you know, Satoru had just as much - if not more.
Soon enough, the neon lights of that upscale, new restaurant youâd been absolutely dying to visit recently come into view.Â
Okay, itâs time.Â
âYâknowâŠâ he begins, glancing at you with that familiar mirthful glint in his eyes. Laughter bubbling to his throat at your knowing stare, he plows on âRemember that one night where I just so happened to come across your special chocolate?â
âYou mean swiped from my secret stash?â
âSemanticsâ he waves off. âBut anyway, I was thinkingâŠâ he voice trails off mischievously as he swiftly turns to grab the mysterious black bag sitting on the backseat that youâd been eyeing suspiciously ever since you got in the car.
Oh shit, so thatâs what he was onto. Eyes widening, âToru, no.â
He whines, a pout forming on his lips. âCâmonnn, no oneâs gonna know except me. I want to make this night unforgettable, my girl.â
You raise a brow, âUnforgettable? Toru, your idea of unforgettable will end up with both of us arrested.â Â After the madness of last time, youâd ignored his sticky note for a reason!
Letting out an exasperated sigh, you try to justify - probably to yourself just as much as Satoru, âAnd just because the aphrodisiac worked for you doesnât mean itâll work for me.â
He wiggles his eyebrows, twinkling eyes still undeterred. âWanna bet? Iâll do the dishes for all of next month. Weâll never know till we find out, darling.âÂ
You narrow your eyes at the hand already snaking its way inside the bag, faded finger marks from last time still searing into your skin. Catching Satoruâs gaze - behind the amusement, something else shines darkly.Â
Shit.
Goosebumps erupt down your spine.Â
A beat passes. One. Two. Only the revving of the engine filling the tense air.Â
â...two months.âÂ
Itâs all Satoru can do to not jump in joy in his seat right now - knowing his girl, youâll probably take back what you said and immediately bonk him on the head for being so ridiculous.Â
âDeal.â he mutters lowly, pulling up to the driveway.
 A flash of hot pink. In the short time it takes the valet to reach your car, Satoru has already split that too-familiar chocolate, holding out the bigger part to you, eyes gleaming with excitement. âI swear thisâll be a night you wonât forget.â he grins, biting into the chocolate.Â
God, he was going to be the death of you.Â
The decadent flavor washes over your tongue, a slight tingling on your tastebuds. But, itâs still just chocolate, right? You scoff - at least you wonât have to do the dishes for two months.
Now, Satoru knows he wonât have to do the dishes for two months.Â
Ah, how heavenly youâd be, splayed out and begging for mercy underneath him. Heels clacking against the polished tile and your hand warm in his as the maĂźtre dâhĂŽtel ushers you both inside, dick twitching in anticipation. Shit, was the chocolate working already?
He risks a glance at how youâre faring - nope, still normal. Thatâs okay, heâll be driving you crazy in no time.
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Okay, maybe he wonât be driving you crazy in no time.Â
How dare you sit there so gorgeous and unbothered, sipping slowly on your wine while heâs here mind whirling around how heâll fuck you right here right now on this table without getting arrested for public indecency.
Fuck, it was hitting him hard.
Cock aching, heat rushing to his cheeks, eyes bleary - he sighs in frustration, resigning himself to do the dishes for two months.
Why did he even think of this? Damn his big fucking ego, he shouldâve never taken that chocolate again. Maybe if he eats you out just right he could lower it to-
A feathery touch on his thigh. Too light for any sort of friction - just enough to set his skin ablaze. So deft that Satoru thinks he mustâve imagined it.
Until there it is again. Soft caress dancing delicately up his thigh.Â
You.
A shiver creeps down his spine, blood rushing straight to his dick. Probably for the first time in his life, Satoru is speechless - maybe because youâve reached underneath the table, teasingly sliding a heel along the top of his thigh.
ââŠdarlingâŠâ
âHmm?â
He blinks away the haze in his eyes, raising them to meet yours. âWha-â
Oh. Oh, fuck.
What has he gotten himself into?
Eyes half-lidded, brows furrowed, and looking into his soul with a predatory glint that jolts the great Gojo Satoru right to his very core - and to his throbbing cock. Heâd be lucky to make it out alive. Maybe he should just beg for his life right now.
Minutes tick by - or maybe it was seconds - Satoru is clueless. Mind only focused on the heel inching closer and closer, dangerously near to where he needed you the most. A smug smirk curls your pretty lips as his mouth drops into a soft oh.
The air crackles with an unspoken tension - his hips trying to subtly move you towards the erection furiously straining against his pants. He needed it so bad. Itâs fucking pathetic, he knows. But he couldnât give less of a fuck as your sole grazes his aching head. Pressing down. Hard.
âFuck!â
Stomach flipping - before Satoru could fully process what the fuck was happening - he cums embarrassingly in thick spurts that pool on his pants, soaking right through the fabric, probably smearing on your new heels.
Head spinning, he bites his knuckles hard enough to draw blood, muffling the desperate moans threatening to escape his lips.Â
He grinds his hips in shallow, mindless motions in a desperate attempt for more friction.
Instead, he gets the opposite.
âBehave, Toru.â you warn, swiftly resting your heel back on the floor, voice strained with something that makes his sensitive dick quiver animalistically.Â
You huff out a chuckle at the almost-inaudible whimper of disappointment that rips from his throat. Itâs laughable, really, he was supposed to be the one ruining you. This was so not fucking suave.
Face burning - whether due to the chocolate or embarrassment at the warm patch on his pants, he doesnât even know - Satoru wishes the Earth would swallow him up whole. Would it be overkill to just teleport outta here?
The only thing that snaps Satoru out of his little reverie is your pretty lips forming into a tut. âNow now, Toru. Itâs rude to make a mess at a restaurant. Why donât we go to the restrooms and get you cleaned up, hm?â
Oh. Shit.Â
A firm grip on his arm, his hands desperately covering his crotch.Â
He was not going to make it out of this alive.Â
Honestly, it wasnât hard to bribe the waitress into letting you follow into the restroom after your fiancĂ© - and put up an Out of Order sign promptly afterward. The actual hard part was trying not to rip off his clothes and give into your desires before you two even made it there. But you couldnât let anyone else see him like that, of course.Â
You were sure that if you had Satoruâs powers then you wouldâve hollow purpled everyone here and taken him already.
You were going to ruin him.
Mind running a mile a minute, Satoru wouldnât even be surprised if heâd just teleported to the restroom. If he was in a better state of mind he mightâve even admired the decor.
âMy girl.â he breathes out, voice ragged. Itâs all that is said before your lips are on his.Â
It was like a fever dream - the bruising urgency of your lips, your aching pussy, and the heat of the stall as your quickened breaths mingle in a desperate dance. Your tongue intertwining with his.Â
Manicured nails ripping his shirt open, you donât have half the mind to register the designer buttons hitting the floor.
Satoruâs lips hazily chase yours as you pull away delicate strings of spit snapping just as quickly as your sanity.Â
Your mouth waters at Satoruâs chest in all its chiseled glory, creamy skin peeking out from whatever remnants of the shirt were clinging to his sculpted shoulders. You wanted to ruin him.
âYou dirtied my heels, Toru.â you frown, mockingly innocent. A choked-up gasp leaves his throat as you snake a hand down to firmly grip the erection straining against Satoruâs wet pants. Unmoving. âWhat shall we do about that, hmm?âÂ
âAh! Please, my girl.â
âPlease what? Use your words, Toru.â
âPlease. Wanna cum so bad.â
Satoru learned the hard way that he could never turn back after uttering those words.Â
Though, he already had an inkling once you immediately slam him against the stall door, fumbling with his belt, nails digging hard into his prominent v-line. âIf you say so, Toru. Better not stop till youâre shooting blanks.â
The only thing that registers in his mind is the deadbolt echoing throughout the empty bathroom and his still-rock hard cock throbbing in your hands.Â
âAh- hah! Fuck.â low groans leave his throat at each jerky movement down his length.Â
Head thrown back, pants bunched underneath his heavy balls, your tits pressing against his body as your hands urgently move along his veined length - up, up, up.Â
Your thumb harshly teases his flushed head, spreading the precum from his leaking tip lewdly. âOh God.â
His knees buckle, hands slamming against the top of the stall hard enough to make the walls tremble, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing. Mind spinning, he doesnât even know if heâs on planet Earth anymore.
âToru~ Gonna let me join in on the fun?â your dangerous purr sends his cock twitching, breath hot against his ear.
Your cunt quivers, slick soaking your panties and trailing down your legs at the pornographic moans spilling from his lips as you fucked his thick cock with your fist. You wanted him so badly it was driving you insane.
Straddling a muscled thigh, your clothed core meets the fabric of his pants. It was already ruined, so what was another stain?
You grind your hips down on him, hard. Humping him like an animal in heat.Â
Your slick seeping into the fabric of his leg. Harsh texture stimulating your needy cunt so painfully good. Swollen folds parting, mewls of pleasure leave your swollen lips as your clit catches on the rough fabric of his overly expensive pants. Over and over.Â
Distantly, you register a strong hand tugging roughly on the thin fabric of your panties - easily ripping it and letting it fall to god-knows-where.Â
Your hand doesnât let up either, milking Satoruâs cock mercilessly the way youâd been dying to ever since you stepped foot into his restaurant. Your head spins, hips moving so animalistically on Satoruâs thigh.
A hand reaches down to sensually massage his heavy balls, squeezing and pressing hard circles - just the way you knew he liked it.Â
âOh, my girl. Always so good tâme- Ah! Hngh, gonna-âÂ
Satoru doesnât get to finish his sentence before heâs pumping hot ropes of seed that decorate your pretty hands. Hips fucking up into you desperately.
Youâre not far behind, juices squirting all over that expensive fabric, pooling on the tiled ground with a drip! drip! drip! that bounces off the walls of the restroom.
You two were so fucking loud.Â
But right now, you wouldnât even mind if anyone walked in to see your Satoru so debauched - as long as they see you fucking the soul out of him as well.Â
It wasnât enough.
âYou said you wanted to cum, didnât you, Toru?â
A shiver runs down his spine - all the way to his dick. âWhat? W-wait, darling. Fuck- Oh!â the strained words tumble out of Satoruâs kiss-bitten lips as you push down his soaked pants, kneeling to leave a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down to his twitching, thick base.Â
âI wonât be merciful, Toru.â
Ah, you could do this forever.
Nipping teasingly till youâre satisfied with the bite marks decorating his pelvis, you pool the saliva in your mouth, spitting a long stream into his furiously flushed head.
Once. Twice. Mixing enticingly with his precum, trailing down his length. âAh! Hngh- oh, darling. So sensitive-â he bucks his hips into you, moaning loudly.
âYou can do it fâme, Toru.â you murmur darkly against his twitching tip. Satoru keens as you take him until his fat head hits the back of your throat, pulsing around your warm mouth.
Your fiancĂ©âs choking on his breaths more than you as you hollow your mouth, bobbing up and down at a ruthless pace. Gagging, you shove his throbbing dick all the way in with a desperation that eclipses the need for air, till youâre nose-deep in those tufts of snowy hair.Â
âOh, darling. Jusâ like that. Losing mâmind.â he whines.
Your pussy quivers at Satoruâs slightly salty taste, making you moan around his rock-hard length. Drool and precum dribble down the corner of your mouth, mixing with the mascara running down your cheeks. It was debauched. It was messy. And it was exactly how you wanted him.Â
Tonguing Satoruâs sensitive slit in a delicate dance, you feel drunk off his sinful moans as you suck on him desperately. Breathless. Craving for more.Â
Looking up to see a delicate streak of tears falling down his pretty face at the overstimulation, your cunt clenches around nothing. Fuck, you could just devour him.
âCum, Toru.â
It was too much for him-Â
Tight balls twitching sensitively, he cums onto your ready tongue. Fucked out whimpers leave his lips, tears clinging to his long, white lashes as he paints your pretty mouth with his thick, white seed.
Ah, he was always your favorite taste. Tasted so good - so good that you could cum untouched.Â
And you do.
Eyes rolling to the back of your head and pussy clamping down on nothing as you reach your high.
You milk his cock ruthlessly, relishing in the thick cum flowing down your throat. But it still wasnât enough.
Removing yourself off his dick with a lewd pop! you reach a hand to grab Satoruâs flushed throat, nails placed right over his thundering pulse. With a single tug, the great Gojo Satoru is on his knees before you, in the bathroom of some fancy restaurant.Â
Walls still quivering, you stand over him, connecting your sweaty forehead - and your mouth - with his.Â
Kiss-bitten and smeared with your lipstick, Satoruâs lips are soft - or maybe thatâs the cum coating yours. A part of you delights in his half-lidded, fucked out gaze as your eyes bore into his - does he even know what heâs doing anymore?Â
Hot seed flowing down his throat, Satoru can do nothing else but kneel there and take it. He feels lightheaded, all the blood in his brain rushing to his cock as you suck on his tongue. This was driving him insane. You were insane.
And he fucking loved it.
âYou d-drive me insane, my girl.â his words muffled by your hand still around his throat. His voice cracks with sensitivity in a way he would definitely be embarrassed about if he were in the right mind.Â
Yet, how could he ever be with the slow, feral smile that spread across your beautiful face?
Leaning down, you whisper lowly against his ear. âIâm the same, Toru.âÂ
Maybe itâs your words, and the hot breath that sends shivers down his spine. Or maybe itâs the way you lift your dress so alluringly - cunt dripping on full display, slick trailing down your legs.Â
All Satoru knows is, heâs surging forwards. Heâs got your front pressed against the cold wall, cock twitching to life and bullying its way through your swollen folds.Â
Mindlessly, a strong hand smacks against the stall as Satoru tries to keep himself steady. Too drunk off of you - off of your whimpers of his name, and the feeling of your plush walls clamping down on his throbbing erection, struggling to accommodate his size despite being so dripping wet.Â
He doesnât give a fuck.Â
âHngh- Sâtight. Oh, fuck! S-sucking my cock back hah- in s-so needilyâÂ
Ramming in and out of your hole at a merciless cadence, Satoruâs balls smack your clit so animalistically. You two feel like a pair of fucking animals.Â
Shudders of overstimulation and pleasure wrack his body. Chest heaving, his blown-out eyes roll to the back of his head at the rapid, desperate thrusts inside your warm core.Â
Pulling out all the way to slam back in mercilessly, Satoru could pass out at the sight of your ass jiggling as it arches to meet the rhythm of his hips.Â
âGod, mâgirl. Gonna- gonna cum ah! Fill this pussy the way you want-â he groans raspily into the heady air of the stall, exhausted cock shooting wispy strings of cum that fill you up - some missing as he pumps into you, spilling out to paint your swollen folds white.
Before he knows it, a low hiss leaves his throat as you remove yourself off of his furiously pulsing cock - only to shove him seated on the commode.Â
You take a split-second to admire your gorgeous fiancé - face flushed as much as the prettily leaking tip of his throbbing cock, eyes dazed and miles away, curtained by his sweaty white locks. A delicate trail of drool made its way down the corner of his ruby, kiss-bitten lips. Exactly how you wanted him.
What a fucking picture. Maybe you should take that chocolate more oftenâŠ
âToru~ Remember what I said? Youâre not tapping out, are you?â you hum, eyes narrowing at the way his erection twitches so ferally at your dangerous tone.Â
âAh- donât know- Canât, please.â
You loom dangerously close, a hand reaching out to mockingly push his cheeks together, drool pooling at your fingertips. âIâve told you before, Toru. Use your words. Please what?â
âM-mercy, please!â pathetic pleas muffled by your hand.
âMercy?â
âMercy!â
âNo mercy for you, my darling Toru.â
The great Gojo Satoru, begging for mercy, will face none at your hands.Â
You straddle his muscled legs, shivering with sensitivity. âAh! Hah- Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god-â he whines nonstop as his quivering tip teases your swollen, messy folds. In one, fluid motion, you sheath him fully in your dripping cunt.
Ah, you feel so full.Â
You relish in the way he twitches instinctively inside you. Steadying yourself using Satoruâs shoulders, you drag your cunt along his length, his prominent veins grazing that one spot inside you. Pulling out till his thick head teases your entrance, you drop down - inch by inch - over and over.
Satoru thinks he could cry right now - or maybe he already is. He doesnât know, nor does he care - not when youâre so beautiful and fucked out, nails digging into his shoulders and heart eyes palpable in your gaze as you ride his sensitive cock into insanity.
He canât stop the ragged moans that escape his swollen lips, head thrown back and hips bucking up exhaustedly into you to meet your every bounce. A hand is at his throat, pulling your face to his, âDonât run away, Toru~â
He felt so raw. More a feral beast than a man as he watches his abused cock get swallowed up over and over by your wet pussy.
If he thought his dick was broken after this time then itâs really unsalvageable now.
He wanted to run away. He wanted more. He wanted you to keep looking at him with that fucking predatory gaze that made a carnal part of him twitch so good. He wanted to cum.
âI wanâ- I wanna cum, please, my girl.â Satoru gasps out, teary eyes blown and looking up at you so delicately.
âCum?â
âYes.â
âCum, Toru.â
Maybe it was the glint of fondness in your eyes, maybe it was the piercing of teeth as you bit down hard into the crook of his neck. Or maybe it was the way your snug cunt clamped down on him so sinfully as you cum as around him. But Satoru is immediately bucking up into your hips - reaching his climax, if you can even call it that. Poor, exhausted cock cumming dry. âAh- Cumming- Mâcumming hgnh-â
Satoru doesnât even know if he feels his orgasm, just waves of pleasure that overwhelm him as he rides it out on your cunt.Â
Ah, he thinks if heaven was a person then it would be you.Â
Maybe heâs died already.
âToru? Open your eyes, darling.â
Slowly opening the eyes that he didnât even realize he had furiously scrunched closed, Satoru slowly blinks his vision back.
An angel?
âNo, Toru, your fiancĂ©.â you huff out a laugh. Oh shit, he said that out loud?Â
Head still reeling from, well, everything - the great Gojo Satoru can do nothing else but sit there, exhausted and fucked out of his mind as you slowly remove yourself off his twitching cock. Heâs never felt so vulnerable - so ruined.
Ah, someone remind him to never let you have a bite of that chocolate every again.Â
A low hiss leaves him, along with a few tears that later he swears were never there.Â
As you tenderly clean both yourselves up in the humid stall, Satoru thinks heâs never been handled with so much care. Ah, he loves your gentle hands. He loves you.
âI love you too, Toru.â you whisper into the intimate silence. Oh, shit, he said that out loud again?
Your beautiful laugh, âYes, you did, Toru.â Throwing away the used tissues, you grin âYâknow theyâve probably brought out our food by now.â
Absent-mindedly, âMhm?â
âI was thinking I wanted chocolate for dessert.â
A/N. Oh Satoru, you poor, innocent foolâŠ
Also this turned out longer than expected. Reblogs so so appreciated!
Plagiarism not authorized.
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In the woods (Wolverine)
Description: Logan takes Y/N to the woods
Warning: Smutty
Word Count: 799
Request: Just thinking about Logan taking reader into the woods and chasing her like prey đ©. Pls pls đ
âYou want to be chased and hunted in the woods like a deer.â Novaâs words were stuck in his head. Seeing her reach into Y/Nâs mind was scary but the second she said that, he felt his pants tightened. His girlfriend wanted to be chased around the woods like an animal.
How long had she wanted this? The idea of it was hot but what if it was something she thought she wanted but actually didnât? So much was going through his head and with a groan he got up and went to Y/Nâs room. He thought for a few seconds and knocked. She answered and smiled at him. She looked innocent enough for the part. âCome with me.â He said and walked away.
She was confused but followed nonetheless. Wade was watching TV as they walked by, âLeaving in your suit, Peanut? Should I come with? I am Marvel Jesus after all.â He said and Logan rolled his eyes, âFuck no.â He growled which worried Y/N. She followed him to the car and got in the passenger seat. He started the car and drove off. She looked at him and he stared at the road with a dark look. She had no clue where he was going and was too afraid to ask.
It was maybe a 15 minute drive in utter silence before the cat stopped. They were in the woods or the entrance to it. She looked around confused and looked at him, âLogan-â âGet out of the car.â He demanded. With shaky hands she opened the door and got out. He did as well and walked over to her. Her anxiety was high and she didnât understand what was going on.
âIâll give you a minute head start.â He tells her. She looks up at him and sees that he isnât joking, âYou want to be chased through the woods like an animal, yes?â He asked her and she nodded. Her face was red and her panties were starting to get wet at his dominance. âRun.â He growled and she took off. Afraid to look behind her she kept running. 1 minute later she hears him chasing her and her heart beats faster. She looked back and saw him on all fours and the mask chasing her.
He was close to her but not close enough to catch her yet. She couldnât outrun him and 5 seconds later that was proven when he had her on the ground. She stared up at him with an open mouth and wide eyes. She was out of breath and her chest was moving up and down. He smirked at her and one of his hands traveled up her thigh to her covered pussy. She gasped as he unzipped her jeans and yanked the zipper down.
She closed her eyes as she felt his fingers lightly brush against her clit. âLo.â She moans as his fingers slip in her panties to properly touch her. She whimpers as his fingers rub her clit and circle her dripping hole. âPlease.â She begs but what for? âWhat do you want, bunny?â He asked as he slowly slid his finger in her. She gasped and grabbed his arm, âLook at you falling apart over a little touch. I should fuck you raw and breed you in these woods like an animal.â He said as his finger moved in and out of her at a rough pace.
His thumb rubbing her clit as her hips moved up with his rhythm. âFuck please itâs all I want.â She whines. He chuckles and leans over her, his other hand above her head. âYou want me to fuck a baby into you right here? Iâll bring you back here each year and fuck another one into you over and over again until we have a litter of baby Wolverines is that what you want?â He asked and she clenched on his finger. âYes fuck! I want you to fuck so many babies into me.â She cried. He could tell by her breathing that she was close but he wasnât stopping.
She screamed his name so loud as she came all over his finger, âThatâs right baby. Scream my name, howl it. Nobody can hear you.â He said slowing the pace of his finger as she rode out her orgasm. He pulled his finger out and smirked. His finger was covered in her cum. He brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean. She watched with intense eyes as he did and he hummed, âFuck baby you taste amazing.â He said and stood up. She yawned and in that second she was up against a tree. She looked at him and he smirked, âLike I said darlinâ, Iâm fucking a baby into you every year.â Â
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âFIRST TIMEâS GOTTA BE SOFT!â
WIND BREAKER + SOFT SEX. ft. togame jo, kiryu mitsuki, hayato suo, & sakura haruka x f!reader
req 1 ïŸreq 2 ïŸ nsfw + explicit smut ïŸ contains : dry humping, praise, very mild teasing, overstim, you cum from just putting it in, size kink / big dick!togame, fingering, squirting, pet names
TOGAME JO.
âGotta relax,â Togame coos from just above you, leaning down onto his forearms to press hot kisses against the side of your neck. âAnd just lemme in, yeah?â
You take in a sharp breath, embrace tightening around your boyfriendâs neck as he sinks himself deeper inside, inch by inch. Your thighs are trembling atop his shoulders as you try your hardest to just relax and let him in like he said, ignoring how your cunt feels so impossibly fullâ and oh- heâs only halfway in.
You always knew Togame was a big person, and that it implied he would be big thereâŠbut actually trying to take him was a completely different story. You think he might actually be splitting you in half.
âJ-Jo,â your eyes clench shut as you whimper. âBigâŠâ
âShhh, shh, shh,â he coos softly against your sensitive skin before heâs messily kissing and licking at your neck in an attempt to distract you from the agonizing stretch. âI know. âS okay, doll. Doing so good for me.â
âSo bigâŠâ you repeat, voice sounding just as cute as always to him, so sweet and syrupy and innocentâ even when youâre practically being folded underneath him like this. His cock suddenly reaches a particularly sensitive spot inside you, and you cry out, walls instinctively clenching tightly around his length.
And you think the growl that rips out of togame is borderline carnal. âOh, fuck,â he grits through clenched teeth. âCareful. Donât do thaâ donât squeeze me in like that.â
âS-sorry,â you pant, arms wrapped around him tightly. You think you might be feeling dizzy, or maybe just sensitiveâ it feels weird. Electrifying. You can feel everything so vividly right now, and maybe itâs because youâve never taken anything this big inside, but the way your core has balled up into such a tight and intense knot is different than usual.
âJoïżœïżœïżœ..waiââ
âShit, doll,â heâs snarling from above you. âNot letting me in.. just a little more, âkay?â
The knot seems to tighten up impossibly more when he pushes a bit forward, and your eyes widen, the realization suddenly hitting you like a truck. âWait!â
Your words come out a second too late, and heâs already pushing the last few inches inside all at once. He presses up against the spot that makes you gasp, vision clouded with white as the knot in your core abruptly snaps, head falling back as you scream.
âWhoaâ whoa, youâreâŠ? â Togame stiffens up, eyes blown wide when your walls violently clench around him before youâre suddenly gushing, juices coating his cock and thighs in a messy layer of slick.
Youâre gasping under him, chest heaving up and down as you come down from your high, and a part of him wishes he could have gone back in time and recorded that. He wouldâve caught the way your face contorted at the fullness and catch how youâre looking nowâ eyes half lidded as you pant and tremble.
It wouldâve been such a treat to save a video like that.
Heâs suddenly aching, and he thinks that just sitting inside you like this wasnât gonna be enough for him now. Togameâs looming back over you in an instant, labored breaths just above you as you peer up at him through teary eyes. âI didnât mean to,â you start babbling. âWas just too much. Came so fast- I-â
âHavenât even moved yet, doll,â he lulls, the amusement in his eyes obvious from the way heâs watching your lips press into a nervous line. âToo early for you to be squirting on me, donât you think?â
The burn on your cheeks worsens, and you think you could die of embarrassmentâ but the excited flutter of your walls is practically shameless, and it doesnât go unnoticed by him. âFeeling good on my dick?â
â..Good enough for another one?â
Your eyes widen, and heâs pulling out slowly until just the tip is inside before he slams back, and the noise you choke out has his cock just twitching in anticipation.
âLet me join you this time, yeah?â
KIRYU MITSUKI.
âMy pretty girl,â Kiryu smiles when you perk up at the nickname. âAre you nervous?â
His voice is a soft whisper against the shell of your ear, hands steady on your hips as he guides you back and forth across his cock, your slick coating him in thick and messy layers. âJust a little bit..â you mumble, face buried deep into the crook of his neck.
Youâre so wet. You were never this wet when you touched yourself, and truth be told, you didnât know it was possible to be this soaked. The sounds of your pants and Kiryuâs deep sighs are drowned out by the lewd noises your cunt is making when youâre humping so desperately against him, face contorting each time your clit grinds against his tip.
He hasnât even gone inside you. Not his fingers, not his cock. Nothingâ and youâre aching so badly for it.
âAh!â You gasp when his cock suddenly twitches against you, slapping against your clit before heâs pulling you right back down, moving you back and forth with a little more urgency this time.
âAh, sorry,â Kiryuâs chuckle comes out strained, his jaw clenched tightly. âItâs a little hard to control myself, I guess. You just feel so good, love. Canât help it..â
A part of you is thankful that his lights are off. the faint glow of Kiryuâs gaming leds are just barely enough to illuminate the two of you, and it gives you the courage you need to sneak glances downwards, eyes catching the way the muscles of his arms flex as he guides your hips back and forth.
Itâs only when your gaze shifts further downwards that you notice it. Tue subtle flex of his abs, and just below, his hips. Completely soaked in your slick. Were you really that wet? Your thighs are also trembling more wildly now, and youâre unsure if itâs because youâve been hovering over him for so long or if itâs because he feels so good against you.
Another part of you thinks itâs because of nervesâ his voice sending a shiver straight down your spine each time he whispers something so lewd into your ears.
âI-itâs okay,â you stutter, fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders. âWant more, Suki.â
âHmmm?â His hum comes out amused. âMore? Can you handle more?â
He chuckles a bit when you nod without even a small trace of hesitation. âBut youâre shaking so much.â
Kiryu is certain heâs fallen in love with you all over again. His gaze softens at the sight of you, watching with a smile as your shaky hands move to shyly line his cock up with your hole, thighs trembling even harder trying to keep balance without his help. Itâs only a few seconds later when youâre letting out a distracted whine, pleading eyes coming to lock with his. âSuki..â
âI know. Leave everything to me, angel,â he says with a soft smile, grunting when he adjusts his position on his mattress, hands coming to steady your hips.
âLet me know if it's too much, okay?â
HAYATO SUO.
âMmm,â Suo lets out a slow hum from beside you, chin rested gently atop your shoulder and his eyes fixated on the way his fingers are moving in and out of your dripping cunt. âI donât think youâre quiet ready yet.â
Your eyebrows furrowâ not ready? This had to be the third, or maybe even the fourth. Youâve lost count of the exact number of orgasms heâs pulled from you tonight with just his fingers, but youâre certain it was more than enough to prep you.
âNoâŠ.â your protest comes out strained, voice weak and weary, but your cunt seems to be the oppositeâ still greedy, still eagerly swallowing his fingers whole and sucking him right back inside each time heâs trying to pull them back. Youâre gushing with every curl of his fingers, slick lewdly dripping onto your mattress to form a puddle right beneath the two of you.
âPleaseâŠ.need youâ need you so bad,â you babble, unsure if your words are coming out coherent with how hot your head feels. âPlease, please, please.â
His lips tug into a gentle smile, eyes softening at your current state. â..And what is it that you need?â
Heâs feigning innocence, but he swears heâs not being mean to you. He would never, not when youâre asking him so sweetly, crystalline tears collecting along your lashes from the overstimulationâ but he knows the extent of your greed. fingers arenât enough for you.
âY-you. Need you.â
The soft chuckle that leaves his lips has your cheeks filling with heat, but you donât get to wallow in embarrassmentâ not when youâre gasping loudly as soon as heâs pressing against your ass, heavy cock rubbing against you. He feels so big against you, and you think your senses have been heightened from how clearly you can feel each and every vein on his cock drag along your skin.
âThis?â he asks. âYou can have it. Iâm yours, after all.â
Youâre quick to shake your head, looking almost too innocent for someone whoâs making such a mess on your sheets just for some dickâ and he hasnât even stuffed you full yet.
âNoâ not like that. Need it inside..â you whisper, voice trailing off into a needy and frustrated whine.
âOh? You meant inside?â
You ignore the way your cheeks burn at the suggestion, head nodding desperately. Heâs humming when his hands come to delicately circle at your clit, cock slick with your juices when he finally prods at your hole. Itâs slow and steady when he pushes inside, forcing himself deeper and deeper as your eyes widen, strained moan ripping from your throat at the stretch.
âYou should have specified, love,â he coos, but his voice comes out a little breathless from the way youâre squeezing him. It takes everything in him to go slow for youâ inch inside until his cock is finally nestling against your cervix, and oh- youâve never felt so stuffed.
âYou okay?â Suo exhales shakily, hands subconsciously tightening their grip around your hips.
Youâre barely able to choke out a âw-wait,â tired eyes narrowing and blinking to rid of the dizzying stars dotting your vision. ââM not sure.â
Suoâs lips are back on your neck the next second, planting a wet trail of kisses up the skin as you shiver beneath his hold. âYou can handle me, pretty girl. I know you can. Iâm already inside, arenât I?â
Your walls flutter eagerly against him at the sound of his voice just beside your ear, and you nod, mumbling something about how you wanna try, and that he feels so goodâ you just arenât sure you can take it.
âSure you can. And you know exactly what to say if itâs too much, donât you? My sweet girl.â
SAKURA HARUKA.
Sakuraâs hands roughly slam beside your head, face contorting to a grimace as he inches inside, your walls sucking him up with desperation. His face is red with heat, jaw clenched so hard that he thinks he can hear the way his teeth are grinding against each otherâ but you just feel so good. Heâs drunk on the feeling, and he hasnât even gone all the way in yet.
âAhâ!â You gasp when his hips stutter against you, the rest of his length slamming inside as he chokes out a strained groan.
He never would have guessed that heâd be buried in your cunt by the end of today. It started off as a sweet movie date, with you cuddled against his side as you shared snacks. He doesnât quite remember how that led to such a heated make out session, or how the two of you starting marking each other upâ lips attached to the otherâs neck, or even how that led to desperately grinding against each other ⊠and now heâs sinking his cock into you.
âS-shit, sorry,â he sputters, hands balling into fists as he forces himself to keep still. His cock twitches once, twice, so eager and desperate for more of youâ but he holds himself back. He would never ever dream of hurting you.
âDid that hurt..?â
You shake your head.
âNeed you, Haru,â you whine, and your arms reach to wrap around his neck, pulling him flush against youâ but you accidentally pull him deeper inside, both pairs of eyes widening when his cock roughly shoves against the deepest spot inside you.
âFuckââ his voice is just above a growl. âDonât fucking do that.â
âBut I want all of y-you,â your voice is so sweet, so soft, and itâs a challenge for him for hold back the knot threatening to snap in his core. You feel so damn good, so fucking goodâ he just canât handle it.
âNo,â he protests, lips parted in heavy pants. âDonât know if i can hold myself back if you act like that.â
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summary: in which there is never enough time to be in love but jungkook is a 24/7 lover. (part one)
idol!jk x afab!reader / fluffy fluff with a dash of angst / word count: 3.6k
warnings/content: jungkook takes a day off and surprises oc <3 ; he's veryyy touchy; he gives oc's boobie a lil bite lol this guy ; s*xual innuendos; one (1) spank; oc comforts him :(; bam is home too!!; family is complete
â in which masterlist!
note: smth short and sweet so i can recover from dreamboat loool missed my babies sm <3 as always reblog and/or feedback is very much appreciated! <3
p.s. i'm also redoing my iw taglist so pls comment/send an ask if you want to be (re)/added!
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âbaby? iâm home.â
youâre confident to say that youâd never mistake jungkookâs voice for anyone elseâs. and on that note, you must be dreaming of himâ the voice of an angel, the calloused palms cupping your cheeks⊠the audible and damp kisses delicately being peppered all over your face. everything feels so real. too real. just like how it used to be.
it hasnât been long since you last saw him. you communicate and meet whenever itâs possible, no matter how short the time he is allowed to dedicate. still, you miss him all the time, everyday. you keep telling yourself itâs not that bad. time is passing by faster than you feared. but this whole set-up is foreign and daunting. and you miss him. you miss him all the time. that must be why youâre dreaming.Â
when you open your eyes in the morning, youâve come to expect nothing more than the view of the plain white ceiling, or the sunlight peeking from behind the curtains.Â
so why are you gawking at jungkookâs face?
he smiles from ear-to-ear, bunny teeth and crinkles around his eyesâ you canât be mistaken. itâs him. it feels as though your heart has been shocked and revived.Â
âjungkook!â you gasp.
you startle your own self when you abruptly throw your arms around him. he tries to hold you up, but youâre far too ecstatic for your own good, inexplicable joy thrumming in your veins and fireworks bursting in your ribcage. you squeal and jump up and down on the bed like a little kid on christmas morning; jungkook hugs you back tighter than he has ever done before, protecting you from the fall and crash.
âoh my god, youâre here! youâre here!â
âyes, iâm here-â he laughs in amusement. âow shit, settle down- wow, itâs so early. why are you so energetic-â
âi missed you!â you briefly pause for oxygen. âso much! iâm never letting go of you again!âÂ
âwow!â he makes a dramatic wheezing sound. âthat much, baby? you missed me that much?âÂ
âthat much!âÂ
you draw back with a pout, just enough so you can look at each other, nodding your head probably too fastâ youâre almost dizzy. adrenaline tide calming into waves, youâre catching your breath.
are you certain that this is not your imagination playing tricks on you?
âyouâre hereâŠâ you slowly say. itâs only registering to your whiplashed brain. there is barely any feeling in your arms as you touch his face, an attempt at separating wishful thinking and reality. âwhy are you here?â
âwhy else?â he grins toothily. âbecause you said you were missing me.âÂ
your attempt at forming words is rudely interrupted. he steals a kiss, this thief⊠hard and hungry, keeping you in place by his palm cradling the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.Â
he pulls away with a satisfied hum, tongue darting out to swipe over his lips. âand because i was missing you more.âÂ
for a moment, you gaze at each other in silence. youâre still neck deep in disbelief and euphoria. that kiss took your breath away. under the circumstances, you shall yield and admit that he misses you more. he requests for developed photos of you when you come visit. thatâs something you never imagined youâd have to do.Â
he tries to tame your messy hair, smoothing it down until heâs holding your cheeks lovingly. âi mean, what else was i supposed to do? i miss waking up to this pretty face everyday.âÂ
you pucker your lips in response, demanding for a kiss. this earns a chuckle from him before he grants your wish. an unintelligible noise of joy escapes your mouth as you jump and hug him again. it is shortly followed by a yelp when he whisks you off the bed without warning, spinning you âround and âround⊠âround⊠and âround⊠andâŠ
your laughter soon transforms into horror.Â
âjungkook!â you scream with your eyes squeezed shut and your legs curled around his waist. âokay! stop it! iâm getting dizzy!âÂ
the crazy bastard keeps on giggling as if he doesnât hear a thing. you always expect these reunions to be so emotional, but when jungkook is here, it feels as though he never left. Â
âjungkook!âÂ
you hook your leg around his, causing the two of you to collapse on the soft mattress. you land on top of him with a whimper. you breathe out a sigh, relieved that the nausea-inducing ride is over.
âthat was fun.â he speaks next to your ear; the sensation makes you squirm.Â
âit was,â you push yourself up to search for more air, a little sweaty after yours and jungkookâs hyperness took control of your bodies. âfor the first five seconds.âÂ
youâre now properly straddling him, ass on his crotch. itâs accidental, but nothing new. nay, comfortable. this level of proximity wonât feel like intimacy with somebody else. goddamn, you missed your boyfriend so much.Â
a big, sleepy yawn zaps your attention from him. you cover your face with both hands, wandering into the darkness for a little while. you find that your mind is devoid of any thought. perhaps youâre more overwhelmed than you let on.Â
âmissed this view tooâŠâ he reveals amidst the haze, a distinct change in the tone of his voice.Â
there they areâ the butterflies in his stomach, slaves to you and only you. he breathes through his parted lips as he caresses your thighs with tenderness bleeding from his fingertips, your skin so smooth and soft in contrast to his calloused palms. his lips curve into a drunken smile when you graze his greedy hands, as though granting them permission, before they slip inside the magenta velvet of your night dress. the material bunches over his forearms as he reaches for your hips. it leaves almost nothing to the imagination (in his case: memory). his attention is stolen by your cotton panties. light taupe. decorated by white polka dots.Â
âthis oneâs new.â he comments.
you peer down to figure out what he meant. right, heâs never seen this before. âsurprise! you like it?â
âyes, itâs cute.â he toys with the little ribbon at the center of the waistband. âyou rarely get this color.â
âthanks. i think my taste is changing.â
âreally?â
âmhmmâŠâÂ
his hands venture up to your waist, kneading at the flesh and reacquainting with the feel of you. heâs been pissed off at the thought of forgetting what it feels like to touch you, knowing your body like the back of his hand. he hasnât been away from you for extended periods of time since their last tour. that was years ago.Â
for maximum comfort, he sits up and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. âletâs move here.â he carries you with him, back comfortable leaning against the headboard, while you remain sitting pretty on his lap. âbam was sleeping on my side of the bed when i arrived.â
âhuhâŠ?â you blink.Â
âyou didnât know?â
you shake your head innocently, a tad distracted by your eyes roaming his naked torso. he looks absolutely ravishing as ever. did something already change from the last time you saw him?Â
âi tucked him into his bed last night.â
you visited bam at the training facility after work yesterday, but he kept trying to follow you as you were leaving. your fragile heart caved and you brought him home for the weekend. you texted jungkook about it but he didnât respond; as much as that made you sad, you figured he was just tired or he used his phone time to talk to his family.Â
you spent the whole night playing with bam and watching his favorite dog entertainment channel on youtube. the house wasnât dead silent for once. you fell asleep together on the couch until you woke up at 2am and tucked him and yourself into your respective beds. it was easy to fall back to sleep after, but it felt weird that you didnât need an audiobook or hours of calming sounds of nature.Â
youâre not whining. there have been a lot of sunny and happy days. you have wonderful people in your life who act as your support system in their own unique ways, but jungkook and bam⊠theyâre your family. you made your peace with no longer having one, but now that youâve built your own, having to be apart from them makes your heart ache.Â
âdid he sneak in to sleep next to you? he does that now?â he makes a surprised face. âwhatâs this? iâm so jealous of him!â
a pinch in your heart.Â
you try your best to conceal a frown, but your poor choice of words paints your disappointment. âyouâre not-â you avoid his eyes. âstaying the night?â
âyah, you donât have to look so sad. i can stay, baby.â
âyou can?â your face lights up.Â
âfor you, iâll make it happen.â he cheeses, affectionately tapping the tip of your nose like itâs a button to make you smile. âiâm only working hard in there to earn more days off, you know that?â
that makes you frown.
âbabe, donât do thatâŠâ you whine, shaking his shoulders. âyou donât need to work so hard. only do what is required of you. i just want you to be healthy.â
âno⊠just let me.â he replies with finality. âi need⊠i need a reason. youâre the reason why iâm still hanging in there, and i donât want to miss another anniversary.âÂ
he bats his eyelashes.Â
âbeing your boyfriend is my favorite job in the whole world.â
and how are you supposed to argue with one of his most heart-fluttering, most wholesome lines yet?Â
you sigh in defeat. âthen you can rest when youâre with me.âÂ
âi love you.â
âi love you, too.âÂ
you lean in to kiss him, but are interrupted when he yawns. your forehead ends up resting against his as you giggle uncontrollably at the unexpected and hilarious view of his open mouth.Â
âsleepy?â
he bows his head in embarrassment, body vibrating with laughter. âi couldnât sleep because i was so excited. i wanted to talk to you last night but i was so sure iâd spoil the surprise.âÂ
âof course you couldnât.â you giggle, removing yourself from his lap while tugging at the collar of his shirt. âcome here. letâs sleep some more.â
you lie down on the bed facing each other. jungkook moans in contentment as you engulf him in your embrace, nuzzling his face against your chest. he can smell your body wash, sweet and clean. thatâ that isnât new. every muscle in his body decompresses. he needed this, needed you. desperately. tremendously. you pull the thick and warm blanket over yourselves and he melts. while he wishes he was taller, he knows he is still of considerable height. heâs been bulking up, getting stronger than before too. but he doesnât give a fuck about those at the moment. heâs not even aware. his body fits perfectly with yoursâ thatâs all he knows. oh⊠heâs melting. but it doesnât feel like heâs being reduced. he has everything to gain. this is heaven on earth.
he opens his eyes into an awful squint, faced by your cleavage spilling out from the neckline of your night dress. thereâs this urge he canât ignore. itâs not spelt out in his mind, he rather feels like his body is having a fit. next thing he knows, heâs carefully sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of the swell of your boob. he stays still for a few seconds, and then pulls away once he deems himself satisfied. he wipes your skin with his thumb incase he left some saliva, innocent eyes peeking up at you huffing out a quiet laugh.Â
âyou sure thatâs all you needed?â
âiâll devour you later.â he smirks, blinking sluggishly. âiâm tired but just you wait. iâll go all night!â
ânot if i beat you to itâŠâ you tease, having plans of your own. you want to make him feel good. youâve been going insane thinking about it. âmissed you.â
âalright then, letâs do it at the same time.â he says suggestively.Â
âyou know i have a hard time focusing when we do that.â you huff.
âeh, so? not me.â he chuckles. âi think you do a really great job, though?â
ââŠstill! go easy on me a little bit so i can do better.â
âitâs not a competition, baby.â he squeezes your waist affectionately. âplus, i donât think iâd be able to control myself once i get a taste.â
âjungkook!â you whine, growing flustered.Â
he laughs out loud, giving your ass a quick spank that resounds through the walls of the bedroom.Â
it becomes silent again after that.
the tip of your nails graze his scalp with repeated movements, more so for your amusement, but he is practically purring. you canât imagine your arm being a comfortable pillow either, but he is doing great at making it appear so.
âi realized something.â
âwhat is it?â
âi really canât live without you.â he confesses earnestly, then looks up at you with raised eyebrows. âdonât say anything. i know youâll say something like âyes, you can!ââ
âi was not. i liked hearing you say it.â you stifle a giggle. âbut iâm not going anywhere. you know that.â
âi donât doubt that.â he sighs with a heavy chest. âsometimes i just get a bit worried that youâd get tired of waiting.âÂ
this isnât the first time in your relationship that heâs voicing out this fear, but the difference between then and now is stark. with the disconnection, there was a part of you that expected it to resurface.Â
âbabe,â you gently tilt up his face, locking your sincere and love-filled eyes with his. âweâre okay. iâve loved you since i was 18. this? this is nothing. youâre a part of me, so youâre always with me. and i know you keep me with you too.â
you wear a brave face. you hope that he believes your words as much as you do, because no matter how many boulders the universe throws down your path, all you ever think about is how you and jungkook will surmount them. together. he is your partner after all.
âweâll get through it like we always do, baby boy.â
jungkook nods and smiles, doe eyes glittering. you love making that happen. âsorry, i think i scared myself when i read stories on the internet.âÂ
âour story is different!â
the two of you burst into a fit of giggles.
âno, seriously-â he cackles, a little breathless.
âweâre one of a kind!â you keep the joke running. you want to keep making him laugh, even if itâs only for a few seconds longer.Â
âweâve gone through so much bullshit. not everyone would fight as hard as we did!â jungkook passionately agrees with the same intensity. âyouâre right, we always make it work. weâll get through it like we always do.â
âtrust me,â you charmingly implore him. âwhen was i ever wrong?â
ânever!â he immediately shakes his head. ââŠatleast not about the things that matter.â
âokay,â you shrug. âiâll take it.â
âgoodnight kiss, please.â he cutely pleads.
wild guess: he went home to be babied. not that youâre complaining. this is miles better than having to wrestle him over who gets to be the big spoon. you love giving love. when your heart stops beating, it would be great to celebrate how much you were loved, but you also wish to be remembered as a person who gave love until their last breath.Â
âgoodnight, my love.â you coo, well aware that the sun has risen.Â
you plant a tender kiss on his forehead. the complaint bubbling in his throat is swallowed when you lean in closer to reach his lips. with his wish fulfilled, he flutters his eyes closed and snuggles as close to you as possible, real and proper rest finally within his grasp. he basks in your warmth and the tranquilizing silenceâ his breathing steady and his heart at its calmest. beautiful things enter his mind. you are the sun on the first spring day; the clouds that go with him no matter the distance; the waves that kiss the shore and never fail to come back. he heals in places he didnât know he was hurting.Â
âhold on, where is bam then?â
âhis house. i gave him some treats then he slept againâŠâ his voice comes out muffled. he sniffles jokingly. âthe reaction was kind of underwhelming. i think he didnât miss me as much.âÂ
âof course heâd choose that over a human.â
âi bribed him too early.â he laments.
âwaitâŠâ he feels you come to a still. âi think heâs coming.â
he opens his eyes and copies you in focusing on the familiar sound of bamâs paws clicking against the floor. the mattress quakes and he lifts his head to find the dog climbing over your bodies.Â
heâs seriously a large and tall dog.Â
âbam, what are you doing here?!âÂ
bam tilts his head and stares back at jungkook, tail wagging as his dad laughs and pets him on the head down to his back.Â
âheâs so adorable.â you squeal quietly, joining in and scratching under his chin. âi love you, bam.âÂ
bamâs eyes switch to you. he slowly lowers his head, giving your hand a tentative lick as if to show appreciation but heâs also worried that it would prompt you to stop.
âheâs gotten real heavy, huh?â
âheâs got some big muscles like you.â
âof course! he got it from me.â
jungkookâs proud smile drops a little. it morphs into pure fondness once bam starts sniffing at him. he yelps and dramatically falls back, wiping his wet cheek with the back of his hand, but itâs game over once bam pants with excitement. bam chases his face to attack him with his love language.Â
you watch the scene from the sidelines, laughing so hard that your sides are beginning to hurt. you wish you were recording. you wish that you never forget this.Â
âokay, okay! youâre happy to see me! i see that now!â jungkook laughs, squeezing bam in a tight hug for a moment.Â
the dog still refuses to relent, however. they almost look like theyâre fighting to the death but the truth is theyâre just smothering each other with affection. unbeknownst to them, you make a pained face when one of them accidentally hits your arm multiple times. nevermind, they were definitely both culprits.Â
â____! save me!â your boyfriend cries out.
he bulldozes through bam and shoves himself into the tiny space he previously, and peacefully, occupied minutes before. heâs squeezing you so tight, nearly crushing you as he laughs with tears in his eyes. they affectionately call it his elmo laugh, the fans, which you adore just as much.Â
you see it before you hear it. bam makes that face when heâs about to bark. your hush comes out at the same exact second as his barking.Â
âthis is so chaotic!â you try to project your voice louder than everybody elseâs.Â
jungkookâs laughs quieter but harder, if that makes any sense.Â
you have an arm around jungkook that holds him taut and protected, while the other is busy with getting bam to settle down. you slide your palm across his fur in repeated motions, focusing on the spots that cause his eyes to flutter in relaxation.
âshhh, bam. itâs still too early. let daddy rest first. we can tire him out again later, okay?â
he settles on top of your bodies again. he has stopped moving around, but then he makes that face again, and you really love your healthy sense of hearing.Â
âbehave, bam-â you playfully squeeze his cheeks together before scratching under his chin. âmy cutie bam. you can do that for me, right? youâre a good boy! iâm sure you understand.â
he abandons the urge to bark, suddenly fixing his position so you can also scratch at his chest. you almost snort at how funny he looked obeying you on accident because he is begging to be petted.
âthatâs right. good job, bam.â you coo, sending him a pleased smile. âyouâre so smart. you listen so well.âÂ
you whisper to jungkook. âitâs so cute when it looks like he really understands what iâm saying.â
âitâs the way you talk to him.â he answers quietly, placing tiny kisses along your collarbone. âyouâre so sweet.â he almost forgot how good you are with bam. he just fell in love with you all over again.Â
âbut itâd be cooler if he does understand me.â you hum, moving your hand on bamâs head. he finally decides to flop down then. he rests his head over your waist, eyes seemingly inching closer to sleepiness. you sigh in relief. âgo to sleep too, baby.â
jungkook breaks the silence a moment later.
ââŠdid you mean me or bam?â
âyou!â you chuckle.Â
âoh-â he laughs at his own foolishness. his arm that is supposed to be hooked around your waist rests over bamâs body instead. he ruffles the dogâs fur softly. âletâs all go to sleep.â
you let out a yawn in response to that. you sniffle, murmuring tiredly. âi love you, baby⊠your surprise made me so happy. iâll make it up to you too.â
âi love you moreâŠâ
jungkook lifts his head and finds that you have closed your eyes. your chest rises and falls in a calm rhythm. bam is closely following you into dreamland.Â
heavens, what he wouldnât give so he could stay here forever and never leave again.Â
his eyes are heavy with exhaustion, hot with sleepy tears, but he fights his own body to stay awake. with all his might, he gazes in awe at the beauty of a life with you. he wants to always remember what is waiting for him at home.
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Melting
Part 1
Authors note: sorry if this is straight ass and itâs also not edited at all. Just straight from my dome.
Your mom had let him in, unbeknownst to her, that you two had fought. Rafe looked around your family home. The stark contrast from the home you had with him, it was more cozy. Smaller too. He had to duck to get in. And he couldnât help but notice your cute brother and sister running around, trying to catch each other.
âHola Rafe!â Your sister Bella says.
âHey munchkin.â He says, endearingly. Heâs shocked on how much she looks just like you. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Your sister was like a mini you. You both looked like your mom.
âSheâs in her room.â Your mom says warmly, she pointed down the hall for him. He smiled and thanked her, walking down the hall. His heart was harming in his chest. This could go either way really. And he was worried you wouldnât forgive him.
He knocked on the door once.
âEstoy busy mami!â You yelled from inside the room, his heart leaped at the sound of your voice.
âUh-itâs meâŠRafe.â Silence engulfs the space, it takes a minute before you open the door and stare at him.
âHowâ
âYour mom let me in.â He says simply, he looks at you, doing a once over. His eyes seeing you in a pointelle pajama set. Your hair is loose and draping your shoulders. He sucks in a breath, you always looked beautiful to him. The way that you dressed, the person you were, the way that you looked. Everything about you enamored him.
âHi.â He says softly, his hands in his pockets. You still havenât spoken, your eyes scanning him as well.
âHi.â You say coldly. His heart broke at the way you spoke to him. But he deserved it. Especially after the way he treated you. He swallowed thickly.
âCan we please talk?â He asks. Your eyes look away from him. Staring at anything in your room. But him.
âNo.â
His heart shattered, he couldnât help but let a tear roll down his face.
âCome on baby, please.â
âDonât call me thatâ you say a little too harshly, you wince at your own tone
âBut you are my baby, you are.â He closes the distance between you. He grabs your face into his hands.His thumb trancing your cheek.
âIâm sorry okay, for everything. From the way I spoke about you to Ruthie and Topper. Shit from kicking the suitcase from you. I shouldnât have forced you to stay.â He takes a sharp exhale in.
âRafeâ
âI know, I know I shouldnât have done that. I was upset and my emotions were all over the place.â
You shook your head at him, âItâs fine Rafe. Really.â
He shook his own head in turn. âNo none of it was okay. If you wanted to come home to your parents I should have let you.â
Silence engulfs you once more, your eyes still not meeting his.
âI was just scared of losing you. I wasnât thinking straight.â His blue eyes meets your eyes. A pleading look engraved in his.
âIâm not coming back Rafe.â You say simply but those words shatter his heart in pieces. Tears are falling down his face now. Heâs holding onto you like a life line.
âYou donât mean that. I made a stupid mistake. Iâm an idiot. Please.â He pleads, but you still continue to shake your head at him.
âDonât do this, please. I love you okay. I see a future with you. With kids, like your siblings.â He points towards the door, out to where your siblings are laughing and playing around.
âRafeâ
âPlease, please. Iâm sorry, Iâm so sorry.âHe gets on his knees, heâs tall enough that he still can wrap his arms around your waist and his head almost reaching your chest.
Tears are falling down your face now, your eyes not staring back at his.
âRafe, stop.â
âNo.â His voice is muffled by the fact that his face is pressed to your chest. You can feel his tears going onto your shirt. You hear him hiccup.
âItâs been two weeks baby. You havenât called or texted me. Two-Two weeks without you. Your hugs, your kisses, your love, and your smile. I canât do it anymore. Itâs killing me baby.â Heâs kissing your stomach now, his face pressing closer to you.
âRafe, please. Get up.â He shakes his head rapidly, you can hear his sobs. He hugs you tighter, not letting go.
âB-baby, please. Donât leave me. Please. I canât, I canât do this without you. It feels pointless.â
You want to be harsh, a part of you does. The more hurt part. To tell him that his friends would be ashamed of him for how heâs crying over a pogue. On his knees no less. How theyâd be embarrassed of him. But the more tender part of you, the one that loves him. Is more overbearing.
âRafeâ
âDonât, I canât hear you say that youâre not coming home to me. That you donât want to be with me anymore. I canât.â Heâs rubbing his face on your chest.
At first you had your hands up in the air. Not wanting to touch him. But after awhile, you canât help but put your hands on him. Trying to soothe him. Your hands running through his buzzcut. Feeling like mowed grass. Itâs a silly thought. But you suppressed a laugh.
âIâll do anything. I told them that you are my girlfriend. That I am with you. That weâre building a life together. Please, donât throw that away baby. Please.â
The hurt part of you wants to slash his dreams. Make him pay for how he made you feel. But the loving part is hogging up the space.
âRafe seriously get up.â You say, he does so but slowly. He eyes you like a puppy. Awaiting punishment. His hands are still on you. His hands still on your stomach as he reaches his full height. You look up at him, tears falling down your face.
âThis is hard for me to do, okay.â He looks at you, his face is all scrunched up. Heâs hurting, you can tell.
âIt doesnât have to be, baby.â He says, his hands moving up to cup your face. âI want to be with you. And only you. No one else compares. I-I need you.â
You donât know how to respond. This was the last thing youâve expected to happen. You never knew he would just show up in your doorway. Wanting to repair things. But he was Rafe. Thatâs exactly the kind of person he was.
âPlease, Iâll do anything. Iâll even propose right now. If thatâs what you want.â He sounds so broken and you want nothing more to hug him. To kiss those tears away.
But you donât know how to respond. What to do, youâre confused. Youâre so scared of getting burned.
âPlease, say something. I need to know you still want this.â Heâs hiccuping again, this time more consistent.
âI donât know Rafe.â He brings your head up so you can meet each others eyes.
âIâll even go to therapy. Iâll change. Please. Iâll do anything for you to come back. If I have to get on one knee and show you how serious I am. I will.â
Youâre taken back by how serious he is. How adamant he is about you. Suddenly, you feel him get on one knee.
âY/n l/nâŠ
âRafe, I donâtâ
âWill you please marry me?â
The words feel like theyâve been sucker punched out of you.
Finally, you get the courage to speak.
âRafe, stop. Get up.â He does as you say, mournfully.
âI mean it though.â
âRafe, youâre not asking me to marry you as a way for me to forgive you.â He shakes his head, his eyes filmed with tears.
âI-I, fuck I wasnât doing it for that.â He reaches for you again. Youâre surprised your mom hasnât come in to say something yet. Maybe she knowsâŠ
âLook, I love you. So much. And I canât imagine a life without you. I want to be better person for you. I know, I know it sounds cliche. But I promise, I mean it.â
You stare into his blue eyes, sucked in like they were a tide trying to bring you in.
âYou have to really mean it, Rafe. No bullshit. Or this is done.â He nods adamantly, his hands touching yours. Rubbing circles.
âI am, I am I promise. Iâll do anything to make things right with you.â He eyes you, his face so scrunched up, you want to grab his face and kiss him.
âI forgive you⊠but you do or say something about me like that again⊠itâs done. Forever.â
He nods, he wraps his arms around you, holding you close.
âI wonât be dumb again, I promise.â You wrap your own arms around his waist. Unable to meet him at his full height to wrap your arms around his neck.
âSo about marriageâŠâ he says after a while, you just giggle unable to hold it in anymore.
âWe are of ageâŠâ You say
@roseshopper here you go!
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Kinktober Potion #1: Size Kink ft. Eijirou Kirishima
pairing: Eijirou Kirishima x fem reader
warnings: minors dni, oral (f receiving), much softer than I expected it to be, intimate, please let me know if I missed any <3
word count: 1.5k
Kinktober '24 - The Kinky Cauldron Masterlist
"It's not gonna fit," you say, still ogling the intimidating length and girth of Eijirou's cock in a daze.
"S'gonna fit, baby. I'll make it," he purrs, looming over you in the bed to catch you chin between his thumb and forefinger.
He kisses you, slow and sweet and gentle. It soothes your nerves as he swirls his tongue into your mouth, letting it tangle with yours before he runs it across your bottom lip.
You've both worked up a sweat in your efforts so far, writhing and desperately exploring each others' bodies on top of your bed. His clothes were the first to go and just the outline of him in his boxers was enough to make you doubt how much of him you'll be able to take.
But now that you're here, your body laid bare for him and lost in the heady scent of your clean sheets and his alluring cologne mixed with his natural musk, you've very unsure of your pussy's ability to take on that monster.
"We just gotta work you up to it," he purrs, his lips meeting the skin of your jaw.
He slowly makes his way down your body, leaving featherlight kisses in his wake. Your breath hitches when he arrives at your hips and sucks hard enough to leave a faint mark behind on each of them.
His massive hands grip your hips firmly and even when he's nestled between your thighs, his frame still seems to swallow you whole. His ruby red gaze seems to burn and his mouth turns up on one side in a devastating smirk that sends all of the blood in your body pulsing to your clit.
"You're gonna be just fine, baby," he murmurs against your slit, his warm breath fanning over your most sensitive area before he parts you with his tongue.
"Fuck!" You gasp, letting a lewd moan loose from your throat as your back arches for him.
Your legs fall open, but you can't help but squirm as his tongue starts laving your slit, the tip teasing your entrance and familiarizing itself with your folds.
He groans, laying flat against the mattress to grind his leaking cock against the sheets even as his long legs hang off the bed. His lips wrap around your clit and he begins to suck, gently at first, but steadily gaining pressure as his tongue flicks up and down.
"O-oh my God," you pant, reaching down to push your fingers into his hair. "Please keep doing that. Never stop doing that."
You swear you can feel the grin that spreads across his lips before he doubles his efforts, focusing his mouth on your clit, because he would rather die than deny you this when you sound so pretty asking for it.
Your orgasm is already swelling inside of you when you feel the tip of his long, wide digit nudging into your entrance. He can feel the way you clench before he's even inside and it draws another groan from deep in his chest as his hips continue to roll.
He's desperate to replace his finger with his cock, but he can be patient, because he knows he has to be. He's only here to please you and he knows that no matter how much he works you open, it's still going to sting some when he claims you.
He slowly glides one finger inside, taking your salacious sounds as permission to keep going. He pistons his digit in and out, working it deeper with each pump until he's able to add another.
"Eijirou," you breathe out with what air you have left in your lungs. "M'close. So fucking close."
The pressure on your clit lessens for a moment as he easily slips a third finger inside of you and then he starts devouring your pussy like his life depends on it, working his tongue and fingers in tandem. It doesn't allow you a moment of reprieve, forcing you over the edge in a powerful volley that has you gushing into his mouth.
Stars seem to burst in the edges of your vision and the next thing you know, he's on top of you again. His mouth is slick with the evidence of your orgasm and he lifts a hand to wipe the excess from his chin.
"That should do it," he rasps, his voice a deep promise as he leans down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his skillful tongue.
He pushes himself up and leans back, getting himself positioned to notch the swollen head of his cock against your core. His eyes find your face and he waits for you to look up.
You find a kind reassurance in his gaze as he runs his warm hand along your thigh and gives it a squeeze.
"I'll go slow, okay? If you need me to stop or if I hurt you, just say so," he instructs.
You nod, swallowing the rest of your apprehension as you let your body relax. You keep your eyes locked on his face, watching his eyes fall closed as he pushes in an inch.
The gasp that escapes you is inevitable, but seeing the intoxicated look on his face soothes the sting of the initial stretch. He is massive and this is going to take some effort, but fucking this gentle giant of man is going to be worth it.
And fucking him when he feels comfortable enough not to hold back is going to be glorious.
"Keep going," you urge him, offering a little nod of encouragement.
"Fuck, baby," he sighs, resting his weight on one of his hands while the other brackets your hip.
He slowly eases in inch by inch, giving you time to adjust as you trade needy moans and intimate glances. The sight of him filling you up so completely is breathtaking in every sense of the word, but it's nothing compared to the look on his face when he's finally buried inside of you.
"So big," you murmur, keeping your gaze on his as he leans in. "It's so fucking big, Eiji."
"I know," he whispers, his forehead connecting with yours as he cups your face, dwarfing it in his grasp. "I know, baby, but you're doing so fucking good. M'gonna move, okay?"
"Mhm," you hum, nodding slightly.
"Good girl," he praises you, pressing a slow, tender kiss to your mouth as he draws back out.
He swallows the groan that leaves you and deepens the kiss, softening the blow as he pushes in again. The stretch hurts, but it feels so good that you don't care.
"Keep going," you pant, resting your hands on either side of his neck. "I can take it. I want it. Please, baby."
"Butâ," he starts and you cut him off by shifting your hips forward.
Your mouth drops open and so does his, a shuddered moan slipping free from the both of you. His eyes alight with something darker than what you've seen in him so far and it's enough to make your entire body tense in the best way possible.
"Please," you repeat and he obliges, rutting his hips at a steady pace until he's pumping in and out of you with ease.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he groans, quickening his pace as his lips meet your clavicle to start leaving searing kisses across your chest and neck.
He grits his teeth, driving into your faster still, but you can tell he's still definitely holding back. Words have already failed you, so you spur him on by locking your legs around his hips and in response, he looses a feral growl into your ear.
Something snaps in him and he readjusts, tugging you further beneath him to get impossibly deeper as he starts thrusting with abandon. Your cervix feels the brunt of each stroke, creating an overwhelming and all consuming sense of pressure throughout your entire body.
"E-Eiji!" You cry out, digging your nails into his muscular back as you cling to him for dear life.
It does nothing to temper the explosion that rocks you when you cum. The force of it has your body convulsing as you howl with pleasure. A chaotic song of his name laced with curses bounces off the walls and is met with the sound of him practically snarling as your own walls squeeze him so tightly that he has no choice but to follow you into oblivion.
If you first orgasm was disorienting, this one has completely displaced you in the universe. You're only vaguely aware of the weight of him hovering an inch above you, his chest hammering just as hard as your own.
"Holy shit," he sighs, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
"Mm," is all that you can muster.
Your eyes are still closed when he carefully collapses beside you and draws you into his arms. His fingertips begin slowly dragging along your spine, sending pleasant shivers through you as you settle into his embrace.
He presses a kiss to the top of your head as his eyes fall closed and he murmurs, "I knew you could take it."
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Everything I Wanted I.
LESTAPPEN X READER (Part 1)
Summary: Your journey to become a Motorsport legend wasn't easy, especially when your path clashed with your greatest rivals, Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc.
Word count: 7.1k
Tags: Driver reader, mentions of crash, abusive parent, daddy issues, trust issues, character death (not reader), cursing, strong rivalry, misogyny in motorsport, invasive media, aggressive fans, reader suffers with cyberbullying and hate, smut, female reader, +18, unprotected sex, voyeurism, exhibtionism, edging, filthy, porn with plot, queer! everyone, polyamory lestappen, bit of dirty talking, pet names, not beta read
Relationships: Lestappen x Reader
Mentor!Kimi Raikkonen x Reader
Sebastian Vettel, Fernando Alonso, Lewis Hamilton x Platonic!Reader
Notes: this is full of motorsport categories inaccuracies, just go with the vibes please. There are a few inaccuracies regarding other drivers' lives, but they are just to fit the story. I know I said it was a oneshot, but the thing got out of hand, and I had to split it in half. Soon there will be a part 2! English is not my first language, so please ignore any mistake!
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âTheyâre not friends, you understand? Theyâre rivals, and thatâs all theyâll ever be.â
You stand, hugging your helmet firmly against your chest, your dadâs words louder than the ringing in your ear from the way he slapped the side of your head. You were 9 and it was your first time competing in a karting competition. You tried to befriend the other kids your age, but as soon as your dad called you away, fuming, you knew it was a mistake.
You followed your dadâs orders, and didnât talk to any of the boys again. Max was already cold towards you, so he pretty much ignored your existence. But Charles was more talkative, and as you stopped answering him, he became taunting, annoying, but you didnât fall behind, you used to clap back at him with the same intensity.
Sometimes you eavesdropped on their conversations, initially it wasnât intentional, but they were always complaining about you, calling you names, and you realized your dad was right, they would never see you as a friend or equal, only as a rival.
One day youâre walking by when you hear your name in their conversation.
âNah, donât worry about Y/N,â Max shrugged, his accent thick, as he pointed to the side of his temple âsheâs a little slow, but maybe sheâll catch up.â
You stood there, his words echoing in your head, sheâs a little slow, that was a kind way to call you stupid, which, compared to the way your father called you that many times, it was much sweeter. You shouldnât have let that get to your head, specially said that way. But then again, you were 11, and you kept hearing those words again and again in your head. You never considered yourself dumb, your grades in school were average, and whenever you had time off of karting to study for your exams, your grades became even better, a little above average.
And despite knowing that, after going back home after the competition, you spent the whole Saturday at the local library, studying everything you could find on motorsports and Formula One. You lent books on strategy, history, and even mechanics. Every spare time you had, you spent reading those books, or lending others. You didnât want to be slow as they had called you.
After that, you stopped talking to Max completely.
âThis is a waste!â Your dad shouted, and you flinched, taking a discreet step back, away from him, trying to avoid him getting physical.
You had argued with him, which made him more furious. You tried to tell him it wasnât your fault, you were just as good at racing as everyone else, maybe better, but no one was willing to give a girl a chance. It made him even angrier.
âYou had one job! You get into F4 on your first try!â
You wanted to tell him it wasnât your fault. That they werenât willing to give a girl a chance, even if you were better than half of the boys who made it to F4. But your dad didnât care about any of it, he wanted you to succeed or nothing. He used to always say that anything below first place is failure.
So he decided you, at 14, werenât worth the money he spent on karting. And he simply left. Making peace with the fact that your dad never saw you as his kid, but more like an investment, was hard.
âYouâre never going to be a Formula 1 champion.â Was the last thing he said to you, before dropping you at your momâs to never come back.
Living with your mom ever since your dad gave you up was something else. She had lost everything after the divorce, thanks to a prenup she had naively signed without knowing anything about it. So when you moved in with her, you noticed how the house was smaller than your dadâs, you two slept in the single room that was there. Your mom worked two jobs living paycheck to paycheck, and you barely saw her. But she was kind, comforting.
You soon realized that she wouldnât be able to provide for your karting career. So you lied, you told her your dad was still paying for the karting, and you found two part time jobs to pay for racing. You mom worked so much, she didnât notice your absence in the afternoons, when you went to work in an auto repair shop. Sometimes, on the rare occasions she was off work in the afternoons, you lied and told her you were out with friends, or studying in the library or even doing extracurriculars. You had the best intentions, you used to tell yourself at night whenever you laid awake, you knew she would blame herself or even work herself to death to provide for you.
The entirety of the next year was a constant struggle, and you worked, and scrapped and lied your way through the entire karting competition. It was one of your last chances to get into F4, and you werenât sure you could live another year that way, without a sponsor.
When the competition ended, you were second place overall. Your kart had problems during the race and you were sad that it affected your performance in a race you couldâve won.
You walked closer as you saw a few of the other boys gathering around some adults, you eyed them curiously. As soon as you noticed who they were, you swallowed. They were probably scouts, it was very common in finals of these competitions, you were used to it. You also were used to being ignored by all of them scouts. You had tried many times before to make connections and make yourself known, maybe even meeting a potential sponsor, but they always ignored you. They werenât interested in a girl, they didnât care about a woman in motorsports. Your only hope was that one day you would meet a female scout and she would see your potential.
But meanwhile, there were only men, and they didnât give two fucks about you. So you didnât even get close enough to join, you heard Charles and Max talking with them, and you just turned around, going back to your kart.
You pulled a few tools from your backpack, working to fix the difficulties you felt during the race.
âWhat are you doing?â A man approached you, crouching close to watch your work. You briefly looked up, the guy was wearing sunglasses and a cap, just a normal guy, looking like someoneâs dad.
âIâm fixing my steering wheel, it was a bit stuck during the race so I had to double the force used to be able to make it work,â you explained, and he nodded.
âYou finished second, right? Why are you here by yourself?â The man asked.
âThe other kids donât like me very much. And theyâre talking to the scouts,â you shrugged, trying not to think about all the opportunities they would get and you wouldnât.
âYou should be there, no? Meeting scouts is important for your career.â
âTheyâre not very interested in a girl racer. Believe me, I know.â You muttered, finishing with the steering wheel, testing to see if it was working all right. You turned, fixing your left rear tyre. The tyre wasnât responding very well to the braking, âbesides, my kart wonât fix itself, right? Look, you see how this tyre is slower to respond to my braking? It messed up with my balance during the race. I could have won.â
âShouldnât you take your kart somewhere to get it fixed?â The man asked, helping you unscrew the tyre.
âCanât afford it,â you said, âIâm saving to try and get into F4, so I canât spare any money on this one.â
You werenât usually this talkative with new people, mostly keeping to yourself. But maybe you were missing a grownup figure in your life since your dad had dipped and your mom was always busy. And that man sounded really interested in your stuff, so it felt natural explaining to him.
âSo, no one sponsoring you?â He asked, which made you look at him again, hesitantly.
âNo, uh, I had one but he dropped me last yearâ you said, leaving out that part that it was your dad.
âYou know who I am?â The man asked and you looked at him, shaking your head.
âSomeoneâs dad? I mean, I havenât been introduced to all the kids and their parents yet, but youâre kinda familiar, so-â As you were babbling and trying to explain, he took off the cap and sunglasses, and you immediately recognized him, âoh my god!â
âShh, shhâ he silenced you, putting the disguise back.
âYouâre Kimi Raikkonen!â You whispered, and he nodded.
âIâll be your new sponsor, eh? What do you say?â
"Just like that?"
"Just like that," he nodded.
"How do you know I'm good enough for a sponsorship?" You asked, genuinely curious.
"Well, are you good enough for a sponsorship?" He asked. He had been keeping an eye out at that very category, and you had caught his attention as seemingly smart and emotionally controlled with the kart.
"I'm the best of the bunch," you smiled at him and you won him over with that answer.
Kimi became your lifeline, in a way. His family was quick to embrace you in an affectionate way you wouldâve never expected of them. They invited you for their little New Yearâs party, and you eventually told everything about your life to Kimi. His wife Minttu had also taken you as one of her own and their kids liked you a lot.
Under Minttuâs suggestion, Kimi also enrolled you in language classes, so besides English, you spent the next years learning French and Spanish, and you also caught a little Finnish from being so close to them.
You kept pushing your way up from F4 to F3 and so on, but instead of climbing it steadily like the boys, you had to win two or three times more than them to prove you were worth taking the next step.
You were 16 when your paths crossed with the boys from your childhood again. They recognised you, but they never really talked to you, so they didn't this time around either.
Coming out of the bathroom you once again caught a conversation, and you stopped dead as soon as you heard your name.
âNo, not really⊠I donât see her like that at all- sheâs- uh-â Charles was speaking, probably looking for the words in english, â-sheâs more like one of the boys.â
You paused, your breath hitched.
âYeah,â that was Max, âI donât see her like that either. I guess she doesnât care about the things girls her age do.â
You felt a lump in your throat, retreating back to the bathroom. You stood in front of the mirror, watching your face as the tears fell down on your cheeks. You were dressed in your regular racing day attire, cargo pants and a sweater. You didnât wear makeup and your hair was all frizzy because of the helmet.
The next time you went to the Raikkonen residence, you pulled Minttu aside one moment.
âI want to be pretty. Will you help me?â
You two went through a long chat with Minttu reassuring you that you were pretty in your own way and you insisting you wanted to be pretty like other girls, more feminine and girly.
When you entered F2 after the winter break, you felt and looked like some better version of yourself. Minttu had helped you set a skincare routine that was already helping clear your face from teenage acne. She also took you to a hair salon, where you trimmed your hair and made a few highlights. She upgraded your wardrobe, and even if you tried to refuse saying it was too much, she said it was a Christmas gift and wouldnât take no for an answer.
Your path until reaching F1 was slow and steady, and you were a reserve driver for two years before finally getting a seat at McLaren. You knew Kimi probably had a hand in getting you a chance, but he denied every time you asked.
Kimi told you the raw truth before the season started. He and Minttu sat you down and talked about how the world and Formula 1 would expect more of you than of any other rookie. How they would stress your mistakes tenfold. How they would diminish your achievements with the same intensity. You werenât afraid, really.
âIâve lived with my greatest hater more than half of my life, I can handle strangersâ you had laughed to the couple.
Still, Kimi taught you everything about his Iceman persona, and told you to pick whatever you wanted from it. Minttu also convinced you to start therapy, which you accepted.
The hate started as soon as you were announced. Beyond the regular misogyny, they were calling you too old to be a rookie at 24, they were questioning your abilities even with numerous championships from other categories to back you up, even with the fact that your mentor was Kimi fucking Raikkonen. But you didnât let any of that get under your skin.
Sebastian Vettel was quickly drawn to you, and he became your first friend in Formula 1. He had been close with Kimi from the time they were teammates, and he kinda adopted you.
The guys your age didnât want to get too close to you. The very few times they talked or walked with you, it sparked romance rumors, and soon they pretty much ignored or avoided you. You knew their intentions weren't to be mean, they were probably just avoiding problems with the media and their girlfriends or wives, but it didnât hurt any less every time they walked straight past you.
One of those times you were going to the group press conference and all three of the guys walked past you as you tried to chat with them. Your shoulders slumped, and you swallowed the lump in your throat.
âWhat was that?â You jumped at the sound of another voice. You looked behind you to see Fernando Alonso walking up to you. Up until that point, he had been polite to you.
âOh,â you stumbled over your words, âbeing seen talking to me is bad press, apparently.â
âUna tonterĂa,â he muttered, shaking his head, which made you laugh, surprised. He put a friendly hand over your shoulder and led you to the media session.
Simples as that, Fernando too became your friend.
You asked your PR manager, Amanda, to bend a few rules to make sure you would always be at the press conference with Seb and Nando or at least one of them. Most of the time, you did. But sometimes you were unlucky and had to sit stiffly through rounds of absurdly odd (and downright misogynistic) questions by yourself.
Soon you gave up on befriending the other drivers and being charming to the media. You realized the Iceman persona of Kimi looked like a good way to protect yourself from the clutches of the motorsport world. By the sixth race of the year, you gained the Lioness nickname. An agile hunter in your driving style and just as fierce in your answers.
âYouâre always seen more comfortable with either Sebastian or Fernando, who are way older than youâ some reporter said, âwhy is that?â
âI believe weâre closer in maturity age,â you said, face expressionless. You heard snickers around the room and you looked to Fernando who was visibly holding a laugh.
âSo youâre saying the other drivers are immature?â The reporter pressed, but you didnât want to talk anymore.
âNo,â itâs all you answered, putting your mic down.
Everyone already thought you were arrogant, selfish, and superficial, and as you embraced your cold persona, you just fed into their assumptions. You couldn't care less, it was a good way to protect yourself, to be distant from the media who were constantly trying to drag you to the dirt.Â
âYou mentioned the other day that you believe you shouldâve joined F1 around the time the guys your age did. Why do you think that didnât happen?â
âBecause of whatâs between my legs, Brianâ you deadpanned.
You had to prove yourself two or three times more than the boys every single step of the way, to get into F4, F3, F2 and now F1. You made it, you were there, between the 20 best of motorsport in the whole world⊠and still⊠Still you had to hear questions about how you managed to race with a period, questions about boyfriends, questions about hair care or skin care, or whatever. You wouldnât mind any of that if those were common questions, if they were asked of every driver, but they were only asked of you.
âI would like to express that, from now on, I will only answer questions that would be asked of the male drivers too, about the sport, about the cars, about strategies and everything that revolves around racing,â you warned one day before the end of a media conference when someone asked if your PMS interfered in your racing.
You started to not give two fucks about the media. Every time someone asked you a misogynistic question you just stared at them and put your mic down. So those types of question died down a little bit.
âDo you think you wouldâve already been world champion had you entered Formula 1 earlier, letâs say at age 19/20?â
âYes.â
Most of the guys ignored or avoided you, but your path always clashed with Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen. They always hinted at not liking you in the slightest, and the media and the fans started catching up to it, throughout your rookie year. They would shamelessly shade you, and you never backed down, giving it as hard as you got.
You walked to a reporter, still using a towel to dry your face at the post race interview.
âDid you hear what Leclerc said about your move as you left the pits?â The man asked you.
âNo, I didnât. Do I look like I care about a manâs opinion?â You said, loud and clear.
You got as many fans as you got haters, especially as you messed with Leclercâs and Verstappenâs loud fanbases. It wasnât really on purpose, but one of them would usually jab at you in interviews, and when word got back to you, it would anger you to no end, and you would shade them back, and in an insane amount of back-and-forths until your rivalry was in articles, the news, twitter threads, and in the mind of every single reporter in a race week.
âVerstappen talked about your overtake at lap 49, he said it was a dirty move.â
âLike he did to me back in Silverstone?â Your eyes held a mischievous glint as you scoffed, âFunny, you didnât see me whining about it back then.â
You had the best rookie year ever since Lewis Hamilton debuted. You almost reached the same overall numbers as him, getting six podiums and your first ever Formula 1 victory. You finished the driverâs championship in fifth place, over older drivers that were literal champions of the world.
The first time Lewis Hamilton really engaged in conversation with you was during the FIA Prize Giving Ceremony by the end of the season. You were proudly smiling, holding your Rookie of the Year trophy. He had been polite to you before, but he always looked unattainable, in a way. He was beyond the world of Formula 1.
âCongratulations!â He smiled at you, sitting by your side. Your heart thrumming in your chest, trying not to fangirl too much. Sometimes it was unbelievable sharing casual conversation with legends you grew up admiring from afar.
âThank you, Lewis. Congratulations on the championship!â You said.
âIâm sorry for not realizing most of the boys were excluding you. I chatted about it with Seb, and he told me your only friends are him and Fernando.â Lewis whispered, looking genuine, âI guess I was so focused on the championship that I didnât bother to check on you. Iâm sorry, really.â
âDonât worry about it,â you raised your trophy, âI made it, right?â
âSucceeding despite the adversities⊠I see traits of a champion in you, congratulationsâ Lewis got up, raising his flute in a toast for you, âsee you around, Lioness!â
Soon the next season you realized you had a competitive car. More than the year before. As for the first few races of the season, you had a win and podiums, which put you as a contender for the driverâs championship. Unfortunately the other people competing closely with you were none other than Charles and Max. Your rivalry had died down a bit when they noticed that you only shaded them when they provoked you first. So as their jabs became few and far between, it meant your clap backs did too.
The season was as good as it could get, that is until Monza.
You had felt the problems braking specifically during qualifying and your team tried to fix it but there wasnât much anyone could do due to parc fermĂ©. So you spent part of the night before the race working with your strategist to find a way around your braking problems and the best way to preserve your tyres.
The data had shown it would take a bit more strength to brake, which would eat up at your tyres quicker than usual, but other than that, everything seemed normal.
You all were wrong.
As the race went on, your brakes got progressively worse, to the point that curves were taking your body strength so much you could feel your muscles sore.
âWe are considering retiring the car,â Jace, your engineer said. You inhaled, trying to calm down.
You were barely holding your P5, when you saw a Red Bull approaching you. You werenât in position to fight, so he overtook you turning in a chicane. But your brakes didnât work as you tried to slow down behind Maxâs car, you tried not going into him but your tyres locked as you tried to avoid his rear. You drove straight into his rear, making the two of you lose control of your car. You braced for impact against the wall but luckily the gravel slowed you enough that you just touched the barrier.
After checking with your engineer, you left the car and saw Max leaving his, both DNFs.
You knew of your fame of being a reckless driver, often known for risky maneuvers and overtakes, but you never dove into someone intentionally because you knew trying to take someone out would mean yourself getting taken out too. As a marshal took you back to the garage on a motorcycle, you were ready to swallow your pride and apologize to Max for accidentally taking him out.
But as soon as you stepped down from the motorcycle, Max was in your space. His face was red and his hair all sweaty and disheveled, when he fronted you, chest to chest. You knew there were dozens of cameras pointed to you, so you tried to diffuse the tension for once.
âAre you insane?! Why did you drive into me?!â He kept advancing and for each of his steps ahead, you took one back to try and explain. But he didnât give you a second screaming all kinds of curses and blame, âyou shouldâve never made it to Formula 1!â
His words were like a slap to the face, and you stopped trying to apologize or explain. You put both hands to your back, inflating your chest to face him.
âYou donât get to fucking decide that! You dipshit! Who the fuck do you think you are?â You said to his face, thatâs when someone from the RedBull garage ran closer and stood between you.
You watched as he was taken away from you and inside his garage. At the same time your PT found you and walked you back to McLaren.
Changing from your race suit, you tried to cool down before going to the media. You gulped down your water as you watched Charles leading the race, and getting closer to the championship than you.
âThere was an altercation between you and Max Verstappen, can you comment on that?â
âHe was visibly upset with the racing incident.â It was all you said, after chatting with your PR manager before stepping out to chat with the journalists.
âAnd what happened at that incident? Can you walk us through it?â
âYes, uh, weâve been feeling something wrong with our braking system since yesterday. The data showed us it would require me to be more forceful during braking, which seemed feasible. But the brakes were wearing off during the race and we were about to retire when I completely lost the brakes. I really tried to avoid him but my tyres locked and I ended up hitting Verstappen.â
âAre you sure this accident has nothing to do with the ongoing rivalry between the two of you?â You got offended by the reporter's words.
âOf course! I would never intentionally do something to put myself or other drivers at risk. I have all the data to back me up and anyone can check my onboard.â
The FIA investigated your altercation with Max, and you ended up getting an unsportsmanlike behavior penalty. Two points in your super license.
âWhat the fuck?! Why the fuck would I be punished for that! There are fourteen different angles from that argument and all of them show how Verstappen aggressively came on to me first!â
It got worse when you heard that only you had gotten a penalty and Max didnât even get a reprimand.
Everyone close to you noticed how you were on edge next week. During media day your answers were short, dry, and every single journalist seemed to want to talk about the penalty.
âYes, I do have opinions on my penalty. But no, I wonât talk about it, only the FIAâs opinion is relevantâ Your words during the press conference were enough to express a little dissatisfaction and to put an end to those questions. Everyone was surprised at the fact you chose to be quiet about the whole ordeal, they were all expecting your complaints and harsh words.
When you went back to your driverâs room, you went straight to lay your head on your momâs lap, feeling a bit down. You stayed quiet as she ran her hands through your hair softly untangling it. She knew you were upset and why, so none of you bother to voice anything, bashing in the comforting silence.
The best thing about Formula 1 was being able to retire your mom from working, now you didnât have to worry about her burning out and she didnât have to worry about bills or mortgage or debts. Now she had a new, bigger and better house, everything was paid for and you even gave her a credit card for hobbies or whatever she wanted. She sometimes went to the races, but she usually stayed at home, relaxing.
âI know things are hard right now,â you mom started, her voice soft, caring, âbut I know you can do it, honey. Youâve faced pushback since the beginning of this dream, but you always came out on top.â
âThank you for believing in me.â
âYou will be a world champion, honey. I know it.â She smiled down at you.
You sat up as your mom removed her watch, handing it to you.
âI wanted to give it to you on your birthday, but I feel like this is the right moment,â she turned the watch, showing you the inscription that read strong woman, and you felt your eyes water, âthis was my grandmaâs. She gave it to my mom, who gave it to me, and now itâs yours.â
That week you got a victory, raising your P1 trophy for your mom, who was watching you with a hand on her heart, crying happy tears.
As the season progressed the championship became even tighter between the three of you. Mere points set the three of you apart, and with each week result, the P1, P2 and P3 shifted between you. It had become one of the most competitive seasons in the sport.
When the third to last race came in Qatar, you were P3 in the championship, and you needed at least P4 in that race to keep fighting for the championship. You didnât care about anything other than getting a podium, focused on your racing mindset, no distractions. If you only got that win, it would mean getting back that P1 in the championship and you would go down in history.
You were P3 after your last pitstop of the race, you had a small window of time to take advantage of being with new mediums while everyone else was with old softs. You had to pull ahead and open at least ten seconds, so you could become first when Max went to the pits. You had the perfect opportunity for an undercut.
That was until you overtook Charlesâ Ferrari for P2. You passed him easily, he hadnât gone to the pits yet, so he had old tyres. But you frowned as Jace warned you about Leclerc trying to take the position back. He couldnât fight against your new tyres, everyone knew that. You accelerated to open a distance, but as you went fast into turn 4, you only felt the hit to your side, making you lose control of the car.
It was barely a few seconds that you couldnât wrap your head around, so shocked you couldnât brake, only feeling your stomach churn as you braced for impact. The second hit came against the barriers even harder than the first, it shook your whole body, leaving you dizzy and out of breath.
You talked with Jace, telling him in a shaky voice that you were okay but out of breath, and you unlocked your seatbelts with trembling hands. After removing your steering wheel, you tried to get up but you were dizzy and your legs felt like jelly. A marshal helped you out of the car, but as soon as your feet were on the ground, you stumbled to your knees. The nausea got the best of you and you puked against your balaclava and inside the helmet. The marshals made a small shield around you, as one of them helped you remove the helmet and balaclava, still dry heaving. The marshal gave you a towel, and you cleaned the best you could as the ambulance was coming.
You looked behind you to your destroyed car.
And just like that, you had lost any chance at the championship.
You held your tears as you went through the medical procedures and examinations. The world had been muted in the background and you could only hear the noise of the crash, visualizing your ruined car, and your dreams being crushed once again.
But as you came back to the hospitality, you found your mom, and sobbed quietly against her chest.
âItâs ok, honey. Itâs okay,â her voice was so soothing and the pain meds were working, so you cried yourself to sleep while she held you.
Later that day, you watched the replay of your crash. Leclerc had gone way too close to you, but in turn 4 he hit the curbs and lost control, hitting your car right in the middle, full force. Your car had spun out a lot then hit the barriers. It was lucky that you had come out of the crash relatively unharmed, it was ugly and couldâve been a lot worse, from the way you spun and the G force your car hit the barrier with.
âYouâre still watching that?â Your momâs voice sounded in the middle of the night.
âHe shouldnât have tried to fight for the position back, he didnât even have enough tyres for that! And he was way too close, look!â
Your mom closed your laptop, putting it on the coffee table. She took your hands in hers and smiled gently.
âIâm sorry about the championship. But Iâm glad youâre okay, that was one of the scariest couple of seconds of my entire life,â she whispered, teary eyed.
âIâm sorry,â you muttered, ashamed that it didnât cross your mind how worried she might have been.
âItâs okay, honey. Thereâs always next year, Iâm sure you will be world champion. And will be there cheering for you.â
The next week in Jeddah, you felt like the world was out to get you when they put you in the press conference with both Max and Charles, as well as Lewis and Sebastian.
âY/N, how are you feeling after last weekâs crash? It looked pretty bad.â Someone asked.
âI am doing ok, thank you,â thatâs all you said into the mic.
âUnfortunately, the crash ultimately took you out of the championship, what do you say about that?â
You were so tired of that question, so tired of your PR manager talking in your head about not blaming Charles publicly, despiste your desire to scream to whoever may hear that the monegasque just wanted to take you out of the competition, so he could fight only Verstappen for the championship. You just wanted the season to be over, in all honesty.
âThereâs always next year, right?â You echoed your mom's words, that were also your rehearsed answer. You looked to the side, feeling Sebastianâs hand softly on your forearm, a silent show of support.
You left as soon as it was over. You knew Charles had been trying to talk to you. You supposed it was to apologize, but you werenât having it. You were still so angry at him that you worried youâd punch him as soon as he was in your face. So you just avoided him like the plague. You didnât want to see him, and you couldnât afford another punishment if you acted on your anger.
âCharles has been looking for you,â Sebastian said, walking up to you as you were finishing braiding your hair for the race.
âI have been avoiding him,â you said, not looking at Seb, still focusing on your braids.
âHe just wants to apologize.â
âAnd I want to punch him in the face, so what? We canât always get what we wantâ You clenched your jaw, using an elastic band to finish.
âY/NâŠâ Sebastian sounded tired.
âDonât Y/N me. I just want this season to be over, ok? The championship was in my reach, and now itâs not. And it wasnât even my own fault. So no, I wonât see him.â
Sebastian didnât say anything as he walked to you and pulled you in an affectionate hug that made you want to cry again.
During the driverâs parade, Fernando acted almost as a guard dog, not letting anyone close to you. You talked with him and Lewis about the crash, explaining how it felt to you.
When the season ended, you got a third place trophy during the Prize Giving Ceremony. You remembered your dadâs words throughout the entire night. Coming down from the stage, and you met with Minttu and Kimi, they congratulated you, but you couldnât shake the feeling of failure. You looked at Charles on the stage with his P2 trophy.
âAnything other than the first is failure, right?â You sighed, eyes glued to the stage, where Max got the trophy of Champion of the World.
âWhat crap is that?â Kimi said, suddenly.
âMy dad used to say that when I was a kid.â
âWell he was an asshole,â Kimi said matter-of-factly, âand he never made it to F1. He didnât even make it to F4, he has no reason or power to get in your head. You were just a kid. You understand?â
âYes, Kimi," you swallowed, feeling some kind of wheight being lifted from your shoulders. Kimi had done many great things for your life with very few words, and his succint way of being was great to pull you back to the present whenever you anxiety got the best of you.
You ended up getting the Personality of the Year award too, which was such a surprise that it worked wonders to lift your spirits and to end the season with a sweet note.
Even being in a better mood, you didnât stay at the party too late, saying your farewell to your friends as you dropped Kimi and his wife at the hotel. You were removing your makeup after a shower when there was a knock on your hotel room door. Thinking it was an emergency, you rushed only to be faced with Charles Leclerc.
âWhat are you doing here?â You looked around the hall, confused.
âCan I talk to you?â Charles was still dressed in his formal attire, black tie. He fiddled with his fingers as you let him in, afraid someone might see him at your door.
âWhat?â You crossed your arms as you closed the door.
âIâm really sorry about the crash in Qatar,â he waited for your answer with bated breath.
âCan we have this conversation when next season starts?â You proposed. You knew you werenât ready for that talk yet, too much anger was still clouding your judgment for a level-headed talk.
âIt wasnât my intention to take you out-â He started but you cut him off.
âLook, youâve never liked me, Iâm aware, and you cost me an entire championship, so I donât know if I believe you.â
âIt really wasnât intentional, the accident cost me the championship as well,â you could see in his eyes that his patience was wearing thin. But so did yours.
âNo it didnât. You still had a chance even after that DNF, you just didnât win anyway,â your anger simmered again, making you raise your voice.
âFuck you! You treat me like this because you always felt like you were better than everyone-â
âI treat you like this?! Be fucking for real, Charles! You hate me so much you took my chance at the championship away!â
âIf you had more wins during the season maybe this wouldnât be a problem right now!â
âUnbelievable! Because you are so much better than me, all you got was second place!â
âShut up.â
âYouâve always hated me for absolutely no reason-â
âShut up.â
âAnd now you think you can barge into my room and tell me you think Iâm a shitty driver? Iâm not standing for-â
âShut up!â He shouted, which was so surprising you actually stopped talking.
The both of you were breathing heavily, in one second you were sure you could strangle him, in the next, his lips were against yours and his hand gripping your hair. The kiss was nasty, all teeth and lips and tongue, his hands going down your body, pressing you into him, and your fingers tugging at his suit, ripping the buttons. You broke the kiss, gasping for air, but Charlesâ lips found your neck and he bit into your pulse point.
âFuck you, Charlesâ you said, breathless, opening his trousers and he ripped your little sleep top with his bare hands.
It was so hot as you stumbled backwards and he followed you, tossing your top behind him, you took off his shirt and undershirt and he helped you kick out your shorts.
Charles pressed you against the wall, kissing you aggressively again, and you moaned as he placed his thigh between your legs, and you ground against him, turned on, dampening his trousers with the wet of your panties. You pressed your hand against his bulge, and he groaned, pressing into you even harder, humping like horny teenagers.
You didnât even bother to get him naked, with his trousers half undone, you just pulled his cock out, heavy in your hands. You watched his pained expression as you spit on your hand so you could masturbate him.
âFuck it,â you moaned, knowing grinding on him was not nearly enough.
You pulled your panties to the side, and lined his cock up into you. It was so tight as he slid into you, that your eyes rolled in pleasure, and he raised one of your legs against his waist to make room for his hips. He pulled back and snapped his hips into you again, his cock stretching you so good you were shaking. You put one arm around his shoulders holding on him and the other hand you held his ass under his loose trousers, your nails biting into his flesh as you pushed him even deeper.
âFuck, ah-â he moaned in your ear, âso hot- putain-â
The loud, wet sounds of his hips pistoning into you were obscene. You angrily bit him, his shoulders, his chest, his jaw and he went even harder, your back hitting the wall behind you, and you pulled his hair, sweat starting to form all over your body.
âFuck, Charles!â Your moans got even louder, and Charles stuck two fingers into your mouth, muffling your sounds as he fucked you.
He was hitting the perfect spot inside you, and it was enough for you to know you would come that way. You slapped his cheek, taking out some of your anger and he groaned, going harder. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and held your neck, pressing your torso against the wall and choking you a little bit.
âI canât hold much longerâ he warned you between gritted teeth, relentlessly fucking you.
You pinched your own nipples and it didnât take long for you to come, your cunt clenching so hard around him, it was enough to send him over the edge too.
Shaking, the two of you slid to the floor, breathlessly lying down, half naked and sweaty.
None of you said a word.
When he was ready to go again, he put you on your knees, your torso against the mattress, and he pounded into your cunt mercilessly from behind.
The third and last time was lazy, slow missionary and he held your wrists above your head with one hand, pressed your clit with the other, sucked a few hickeys around your tits and his cock pressed over and over your g-spot.
When you woke up the next morning, Charles was still asleep by your side. You went into the bathroom and showered, hoping he would catch the hint and leave. But as you came out showered and dressed, he was still out cold. So you quietly packed your bag and left for the airport.
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CASUAL pt.2â lando norris (angst)
pairing; fem!reader x lando norris summary: it took lando too long to realise it wasn't just 'casual'. warnings: a LOT of angst, toxic relationship, sexual implication, not proofread a/n: casual part 2 was not really a part of the plan but the audience had demands đŠ§also i think this was too long lmao. AND IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG DELAY OMG
part 1 - casual
miami grand prix: the biggest pr nightmare for every driverâespecially lando norris.
the media had been all over him that weekend, going to the lengths of literally calling him 'the hottest catch on the single market'. hollywood stars and instagram models were so desperate to marry him and have his kids that they didn't catch on the fact that he was a 23-year-old racing driver who couldn't give a fuck about them.
because he was stuck on you.
for weeks, he'd waitedâhoping youâd reach out, or at the very least, watch his instagram stories. he posted shirtless photos, sun-kissed photosâhell, he even threw out a thirst trap just for you. But you didnât take the bait. you didn't take the fucking bait.
you hadn't texted him or spoken to him since the moment you walked out of that hotel room weeks ago, so he didn't try to reach out either. "would've been a blow to my ego," he'd told sainz.
but now, he didn't give a shit about his ego. he was tired of waiting.
his eyes darted across the packed club, friends and guests scattered all around. he couldn't wait to get out of there.
he hadn't been drinking. didn't really feel like it. truth be told, he hadnât been feeling much of anything at all.
pool parties, clubs, yachts, champagne and girls.
he was tired of the glitz and glam of his life, and you were the only escape from it.
but you were gone.
his mind wandered to that morning, when you had kissed him and the two of you had ordered room service. when he had held you for the last time.
he hated how the only thing on his mind was you. how it was the only thing on his mind all through the celebrations, as hookers danced around him and people tried to pour drinks into his mouth.
for fuck's sake, he had won a grand prix for the first time in his life, and yet he was unhappy.
how did he get here?
he looked up, eyes falling on a group of men in the VIP section, the lights illuminating their faces.
everyone could tell something was off with lando. he didn't want to do any of this.
all he wanted was you. you, you, you.
the girl who had left without an explanation.
why had you left, anyway? no calls, no texts. your friends avoided him, and you avoided his friends. it was like the two of you were nothing.
lando norris was many things, but he was not a fool. he could recognise when something was wrong, or when a situation had escalated beyond his control.
he knew that there was a reason why you left, but the reason never clicked in that thick brain of his. what had he done wrong? where had he gone wrong?
"i'm not feeling too well, mate." he muttered, handing the beer bottle back to the guy standing next to him.
okay, maybe not admitting his feelings for you had fucked things up. but, what could you expect? he didn't have the time to give you what you deserved.
not right now, at least.
lando norris had the world on his fingertips. he could have any girl he wanted. anyone, really.
"what are you waiting for, then?" the other man asked, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"what?"
"just call her, bro. i know it's about a girl because there's no way any sane man would say no to expensive beers and a million hot hookers."
did lando even know this man? probably not.
"i can't call her. she doesn't want to talk to me. trust me, i've tried."
"have you?"
he didn't know how to deal with rejection. not like this, not with you. you weren't supposed to leave.
"judging by your sulkiness, i doubt you're going to find a girl like her again. and you'll never have her if you're here."
lando didn't have a heart of stone, as much as his social media persona might suggest. he didn't care for any of this. the women, the money, the fame.
he wanted to hold you again. kiss you, tell you he loves you. he wanted to hold your hand. he wanted to be near you, and only you.
so, when his feet hit the floor and he found himself walking towards the exit, he wasn't surprised.
yeah, it was foolish of him to leave a party full of women who were celebrating him (literally) for a girl who had ghosted him, but the need was stronger than his pride.
out of the yacht, he was dialling the only number he'd ever memorised. the phone rang, and then it rang again.
would she be wearing his clothes, or would she have gotten rid of everything related to him?
maybe she'd found another man, finally realising that lando was a bad investment.
as the phone rang, you were hidden in your apartment with blankets wrapped around you and a youtube video playing in the background.
it had been months since you'd heard the word 'casual' leave his mouth. months since you had fled london and monaco to move to miami.
at first, his words had echoed in your mind constantly, and you'd cried yourself to sleep a few times more than you'd like to admit.
but just like every heartbroken poet in history, the hurt faded and the pain slowly morphed into hatred. and anger.
you wanted to slam your head against a wall. scratch that, you wanted to slam his head against a wall.
it was so stupid, and you hated yourself for believing he'd been genuine.
it was just sex. that's all it ever was. it truly was just casual.
the phone was still ringing. your finger hesitated over the answer button. you weren't going to answer it.
it wasn't worth it. you didn't want to hear his voice. didn't want him to have the satisfaction of knowing that his words had hurt you. you didn't want to know if he was sleeping around, if his girlfriends were prettier than you.
so the line went dead.
lando stood by the harbour, watching as yachts and ships sailed past him. the air was humid and his t-shirt clung to his body, the heat almost unbearable. the sound of waves, the distant laughter and music, and the sound of his ragged breaths.
he ran his fingers through his hair, looking around. where was his car?
he had to find his way back to his hotel. he was a mess, and his clothes were sticking to his skin. he needed to fix his appearance, buy a bouquet a flowers.
he checked the time on his watch, and cursed as he saw the numbers. it was almost 3 am. he wouldn't find flowers anywhere at 3 am.
"fuck it." he said, running over to his car. the drive was quiet, save for the low hum of music and his occasional swearing when someone drove a little bit slower than he'd like.
lando norris had the world on his fingertips. he could have any girl he wanted. anyone, really. but he only wanted you. he was a hopeless romantic, and you were his muse.
when he pulled up outside the apartment, his nerves were going haywire. he ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath before getting out of the car.
he knocked twice on the door and when it opened, his eyes lit up.
you stared back at him, sleepiness in your eyes and confusion etched on your face.
and god, did you look gorgeous.
he loved you, he realised. he had to cross his hands behind his back to stop them from reaching out and holding you close.
"lando?" you breathed out.
he had grown a slight stubble since you last saw him. his hair were still the same, except a little bit longer. his blue eyes were wide as he looked at you.
"hey," his voice was shaky.
"what the fuck are you doing here?"
he wanted to say so many things. ask you why you left, where it went wrong, why you moved to miami. he wanted to declare his love for you, press his lips to yours, hold you by the waist. he wanted to hear you say that you loved him too.
he was so in love with you, and you had no idea.
"lando? why are you here?" you asked again.
he was at a loss of words. what could he say? he couldn't exactly just stand there and say nothing.
"because," his voice cracked, "i miss you."
your throat went dry. he could not just say that.
it had been weeks. weeks of him not contacting you, weeks of you not speaking to him. the phone calls had stopped, the text messages had stopped, the late night chats had stopped. everything was just gone.
and now, he missed you?
tears welled up in your eyes, a lump forming in your throat. you shook your head, pushing back the tears, "go away."
"what? no, wait. wait. don't do this." he pleaded, his voice fragile and desperate, like a child trying to avoid bedtime.
"lando-"
he interrupted you, voice louder than before. "can we please talk about this?"
"what is there to talk about?" you were raising your voice. you hated him. how could he act like this after all that happened?
"everything. justâplease, can i come in?" he sounded so pathetic. he felt so pathetic. his hands were slightly hovering over the door, ready to push it open and walk in.
the request took you by surprise. "i-no."
you missed him. there was no denying that.
you wanted him to tell you it was okay. wanted to go back to that night in his mclaren, the night he told you he liked you. wanted the weekends spent in london with his family. you wanted him, all of him.
his curly hair wrapped around your fingers, blue eyes staring at you, soft lips kissing you. his cold hands grabbing yours, and his voice saying your name. you wanted it to not be casual.
"i just want to talk to you."
he was drunk. there was no other way he would've showed up here, let alone begged to talk to you. the fact that he needed to be drunk to have this conversation made your blood boil.
"do you still have my jacket?"
of course, you still had his stupid jacket. the one that had his smell embedded into the fabric. it was an exclusive print mclaren had given him, and he had swung it around your shoulders after the night you had first made love to each other.
but he didn't care about the jacket, and neither did you. it was just a reminder.
you were silent for a while, taking in the sight of each other. it was his breath mingling with yours.
"i love you." he whispered.
your breath hitched in your throat, the tears finally falling out of your eyes as you sighed.
"i love you," he repeated to himself. "yes, i do. and i've known that since the day i met you."
you choked back sobs as you shook your head, "you're drunk, lando."
"i'm not," he chuckled, "maybe a little, but not enough."
then, he added, "i mean it. i love you." his voice was steady. he truly meant every word. but he didn't know what would happen now.
"what do you want me to say, lando?"
he sighed, "anything."
you laughed bitterly. anything, he said.
anything would've been better than what had happened.
"i don't think i can do this, lando."
"we can take it slow."
"you've never done slow."
he fell silent again because you were right. he'd never done slow. he didn't know how to take things slow. he was a fucking formula 1 driver, after all. slow wasn't something he did. he'd always lived life like it was the last day. and that's how he had lost you.
"i'm sorry," he began, his voice breaking. "i should've been a better person. i'm sorry for everything i did. i should've given you more, i-i should've loved you more, because you deserve so much more. i'm so, so, sorry."
"lando," you whispered, "it's notâ"
"don't make excuses for me, please. i love you, i realy do. and if i have to spend the rest of my life proving that, i will." and he meant every word. "i just want you back."
your mind was racing, a million thoughts running through it. it was like a movie. his blue eyes, his voice, the desperation in his tone, the way he stood before you.
"okay," you muttered.
"wait, okay? does that meanâ"
"you're gonna have to work for this," you said.
"i know, and i will. i promise."
you sighed, rubbing your temple. this wasn't a good idea. "get in."
lando's face lit up, and before you could change your mind, he had walked into the apartment. he hadn't really been here before, considering you moved here after the two of you had stopped talking. but the apartment was lovely, homely. everything you.
you closed the door behind him, watching him look around the living room.
"how'd you know where i live?"
he chuckled, turning to face you. "i'm a famous driver. i have my sources."
"i'm sure." a tense silence followed, neither of you knowing what to say.
"i'm not letting this happen again," he blurted, "i'm not. i don't know how, but i won't."
"i don't believe you." you scoffed.
"fuck, baby, what do i have to do for you to believe me?" he stepped towards you, closing the distance.
"stop calling me that."
"you are my baby." he tried to joke.
"lando, i'm not joking."
"i'm serious too," his voice was sincere, "i love you, and i'll do whatever it takes for you to believe me."
you had been through a lot together. the highs, the lows. you had seen him at his best, and at his worst. the good and the bad.
he moved closer, reaching a hand out to hold yours. you didn't know why, but the moment his hand touched yours, it was like a switch had flipped inside of you.
you let his hand wander over yours like a ghost, his calloused fingertips tracing over your knuckles. he intertwined your fingers together, eyes casted down.
"i've never cared about anyone the way i care about you." he admitted in a soft voice.
and then he pressed his lips to yours. his other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
and god, did he taste the same. lando had a way with his lips. it was a talent. he kissed you like he needed your lips to survive. he was desperate for your touch as if he had been starving without it.
you were so lost in the feeling that you hadn't realised how far you had pushed him until the back of his knees hit the couch, and he fell on top of it.
his eyes were wide, mouth hanging open. his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, exposing his chest and toned abs.
the two of you stared at each other, eyes searching the other's.
"i love you." he murmured for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.
maybe it was the way his blue eyes bore into yours, or the way his lips quivered, or maybe it was the fact that he had driven across the city to say this.
but for the first time that night, you believed him. suddenly, the anger was gone. it was all gone.
"i love you, too." you whispered.
it was the only thing the two of you needed. the confirmation, the reassurance. the love.
you leaned down and connected your lips once more, hand reaching up to his curls and tugging lightly. he moaned into the kiss, pulling you on top of him.
your tongue entered his mouth, the taste of him making you lightheaded. his hands roamed over your body, the feeling of his skin against yours.
"baby," he whispered between kisses, "i want you so bad. i've waited so long."
his lips trailed along your jaw and down your neck, sucking marks into the sensitive skin.
"i want you," he murmured against the crook of your neck, "so fucking bad."
but he pulled away, flipping the two of you over so he was on top of you. he took off his shirt, and rested his head on your chest. he cleared his throat, "i should've asked this question earlier, but are you single?"
"yeah." you chuckled, running a hand through his curls.
"so, can i be your boyfriend?"
"lando norris," you hummed, "did you finally get the guts to ask me out?"
"yes," he smiled, lifting his head up to look at you, "yes, i did. will you be my girlfriend?"
"you're a dork."
"that's not an answer."
"yes," you laughed, "yes, i'll be your girlfriend."
lando grinned, and you grinned back.
it wasn't casual anymore.
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one sentence summaries of every TMA episode
(1-60 i'll add more soon)
part 2 up!
world's most effective anti-smoking PSA
man DOES NOT open coffin. everyone claps.
woman is judgemental towards neighbor even though she has hobbies that are just as weird.
book makes multiple people fall off chair.
man finds bag of teeth and decides he absolutely needs to fuck around and find out.
worm sti.
there was a SCARY MAN in the WAR.
fuck this tree
well at least ted bundy was a great father :)
i'm like 55% sure vampires are real and i'm willing to take those odds
bitches be dying. you're next.
we kill this man because he made the soda too warm.
sorry ur husband's dead. maybe get some help.
Unbox with me ! (GONE WRONG)
hah i'm safe from this one because i have decided to Never Go Into a Cave Ever.
man is so annoying about this spider that even his cat can't be bothered
man's bully finds a book about a Bone Turner and subsequently begins turning people's bones.
this guy sucks at DIY home improvement
aw maybe this priest didn't do anything THAT bad!
oh fuck nevermind
THE SKY ATE MY SON.
the worms stole my identity. i haven't left the house in days.
man beats german children at game of bravery and wins a coin (he later loses this coin)
my ex boyfriend gets casted in the muppets and dies
sorry mom, i've abandoned jesus for a new religion : jesus in the dark.
tall squiggly and HANDsome
old man arm wrestles demon through door knob
the buzzfeed unsolved guys finally catch a ghost but it's their sound tech
immortality but at what cost
working at the big meat factory was so traumatizing it made me vegetarian
i go to america and get almost killed by a furry
well if you love that wasp nest so much why don't you MARRY it (and then she did)
antisocial boat crew bands together to exclude one guy from a midnight party. he dies from the rejection.
bone apple teeth
remember when that norwegian guy threw a tantrum about us not digging a hole? turns out we were right to not dig that hole.
babe come over my parents have taken ill and passed away
man fucks around and it costs him everything
HOMOPHOBIC CHINESE VASE
oh god oh fuck the worms are here
thank you for participating in worms! please rate your wormsperience from 1 to 10.
the wormsperience has left me deeply scarred. i'm going to get lost in a tunnel about it.
đžmusic makes me loose controlđž
spooky stories to tell at the next police slumber party
child threatens to run away and join the circus one too many times, and now the circus has come to cash in.
these mosquitoes are mad sus
man frequents local barnes and noble and then dies(?) after liking a book too much.
realtor gets eaten by the backrooms twice. it's a terrible shame.
both me and this weird goth dude have an unsatisfying italy vacation
guy who turns people's bones gets a new job where he continues to turn people's bones.
man who should never be allowed to build prisons builds a prison.
Something Big Is In The Water.
what if u heard me about 15 feet behind you fumbling around and calling out ur name đł (and we were both prison guards)
i'm going to be honest i didn't retain anything from this episode except that this guy has the silliest old man voice ever
everybody hates the tax man, including these creepy taxidermy animals
hmmgh. ant house.
so turns out being only 55% sure that vampires are real in my career as a vampire hunter has had some consequences.
the only thing keeping you company in space is your abandonment issues
đ¶ the snack that smiles back đ¶ (my husband!)
maybe the real treasure was the house siblings we encased in spider web along the way.
your dead brother wrote books about ancient myths and WHAT
Part 2
#i hope this convinces you to listen to tma#podcast#the magnus archives#martin blackwood#tma#jon sims#sasha james#podcasts#gay podcasts#tim stoker#elias bouchard#peter lukas
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