#cause you’d be lying!! that man is a freak

[neferaskingdom]

♡ No More Denying It | MV1

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader [Face Claim: None]

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Summary: Y/N’s brothers confront her, and it’s as chaotic as you’d expect. Max tries to survive the Leclerc wrath while Y/N tries not to freak out, but one thing’s for sure—there’s no more denying it.

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A/N: FINAL CHAPTER GUYS WE FINALLY MADE IT

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Part 6 of my wheel-to-wheel but still in denial series: Masterlist

Max and Y/N stood outside her apartment door, both staring at it like it was the gate to the underworld. Y/N’s palms were sweaty as she clutched Max’s hand, silently praying for some miracle to save them. The odds were not in their favor.

“Remind me why we didn’t just flee to another country?” Y/N muttered, glancing up at Max, who looked surprisingly calm, though she could see the tension in his jaw.

“Because we both know your brothers would find us eventually. Charles could probably track us down using the GPS in a wheel nut or something,” Max joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N snorted despite the anxiety crawling through her chest. “I’m about to be murdered, and you’re making jokes?”

Max grinned. “It’s called coping.”

Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. “Okay, let’s get this over with. Just… stand behind me when Charles charges at you.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Max leaned down to press a soft kiss on her forehead. “Don’t worry, Schatje. I’ve handled scarier things than your brothers. Like doing shoeys with Daniel.”

She rolled her eyes but appreciated the attempt to calm her nerves. “Alright, let’s go.”

With a deep breath, Y/N opened the door and stepped inside. Instantly, she regretted every decision that had led her to this moment.

Charles was pacing in the living room like a man possessed, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Arthur sat on the edge of the couch, arms crossed, glaring daggers at Max like he could combust him with a single glance. Lorenzo was the only one sitting calmly in an armchair, but even he had that disappointed dad look. It was somehow more terrifying.

The moment they stepped inside, all three brothers turned to face them.

“You,” Charles seethed, pointing a finger at Max. “How dare you—”

Max held up his hands in defense, but Y/N quickly stepped in front of him. “Charles, please, just let us explain—”

“No!” Charles snapped, his voice rising. “You don’t get to explain, Y/N. Not after you lied to my face!”

Arthur stood up abruptly, his voice just as heated. “How could you, Y/N?! You’ve been sneaking around with him? Max of all people?!”

“Excuse me,” Max said, his eyebrows shooting up. “I’m standing right here.”

“Shut up, Verstappen,” Charles growled, his hands balling into fists. “I’ll deal with you later.”

Max wisely decided not to push further, though his lips twitched with the urge to throw in another quip. But this wasn’t the time.

Y/N raised her hands defensively. “Okay, yes, we didn’t tell you. But it’s not like we planned to keep it a secret forever. We just… wanted to figure things out before—”

“You wanted to figure things out?” Charles scoffed, cutting her off. “How about not lying to your brother? When I asked you point blank if something was going on, you looked me in the eyes and said ‘nothing.’ That wasn’t figuring things out—that was straight-up lying!”

“I didn’t want to cause drama when we weren’t even sure where things were going,” Y/N protested, feeling her frustration rise. “It wasn’t the right time—”

“The right time?” Arthur snapped. “The right time would’ve been before the entire internet found out about it!”

Y/N flinched at the sharpness of their words, her shoulders slumping. “Arthur, I—”

“No, Y/N!” Arthur’s voice cracked with frustration. “You don’t get it! We’re supposed to look out for you! And you didn’t even trust us enough to tell us about this.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you guys—”

“Yet here we are,” Charles said coldly.

Y/N glanced at Max, who had been standing quietly behind her, but now stepped forward slightly. Charles’s anger was practically palpable, but Max stood his ground.

“Charles,” Max said calmly, “I know you’re pissed, and you have every right to be. But Y/N’s right—we weren’t ready to tell anyone yet. I’m sorry that you had to find out this way, but—”

Charles cut him off, his eyes blazing with fury. “Sorry? You’re sorry? You’ve been sneaking around with my sister for weeks, and now you’re sorry?”

Max winced slightly, but kept his voice even. “Yes, I’m sorry for how it came out. But I’m not sorry for being with Y/N.”

Charles let out an incredulous laugh, pacing in circles again. “Unbelievable. I knew something was up when you kept making all those comments on her posts, but I thought, no, he wouldn’t—”

“Comments?” Arthur interjected, turning to Y/N. “He was flirting with you publicly and you didn’t think to tell us that maybe, just maybe, something was going on?”

Y/N groaned, rubbing her temples. “You guys are making this into a bigger deal than it is!”

“A bigger deal?” Arthur practically yelled. “Y/N, you’re dating Max freakin’ Verstappen! You’re not allowed to say it’s not a big deal!”

Lorenzo finally stood up from his chair, his expression calm but his tone firm. “Enough, guys. Let’s hear her out.”

Y/N turned toward her oldest brother, her voice softening. “Enzo, I—”

“I’m not mad like these two,” Lorenzo interrupted, nodding toward Charles and Arthur. “But I’m disappointed, Y/N. I thought we had a relationship where you’d come to me first. I’m not as hot-headed as them. I would’ve listened.”

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat. “I’m sorry, Enzo. I didn’t want to hide it. I just—” her voice cracked, “—I didn’t know how to tell you. Any of you.”

Lorenzo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I just don’t want to find out major life updates about my sister through Instagram like the rest of the world.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Max, seeing Y/N about to break down, stepped forward again, this time more firmly. “Alright, that’s enough,” he said, his voice authoritative in a way none of the Leclerc brothers had heard from him before.

Charles blinked in surprise at Max’s tone. “Excuse me?”

“I said, that’s enough,” Max repeated. “I get that you’re mad, and you have every right to be. But you’re taking it out on Y/N, and it’s not fair to her.”

Arthur frowned, stepping toward Max. “Not fair? She lied to us, Max!”

Max didn’t back down. “She didn’t lie to hurt you. She was just trying to figure things out without being overwhelmed by all of this,” he gestured around at the chaos in the room. “And now, all you’re doing is making her feel worse.”

Charles stared at Max, clearly not used to being challenged like this. “And what? You think you know what’s best for her?”

Max looked him dead in the eye. “I know that I love her. And I’m not going to let you or anyone else make her feel like she did something wrong for wanting to keep this private until she was ready.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at Max’s words. She squeezed his hand, her breath shaky but feeling a sense of relief knowing that Max had her back, even against her own family.

“I would never do anything to hurt her,” Max continued, his voice steady and sincere. “You’ve known me for years, Charles. You know I’m not that kind of guy. I know we’ve always been at each other's throats but I respect Y/N more than anything, and I love her. But this? The way you’re reacting? It’s hurting her. And I’m not going to stand by and let that happen.”

The room fell silent.

For a moment, Y/N’s brothers just stared at Max, stunned by his declaration. Arthur’s scowl had softened into confusion, and even Charles looked like he wasn’t sure what to say. Lorenzo, however, was watching Max closely, his expression unreadable.

After a moment, Lorenzo leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on Max, and cleared his throat.

“You’re serious about this?” Lorenzo asked, his voice casual, but there was a hint of something more in his tone—an underlying test.

Max nodded. “Absolutely. I love her.”

Lorenzo hummed, his fingers tapping the armrest. “Funny, you know… I always thought you were the last person Y/N would end up with, especially since you two have always been picking fights since you were kids. Honestly, the possibility of you two killing each other was greater than you guys falling in love”

“Does that bother you?” Max asked carefully.

Lorenzo shrugged, but there was a sly smile forming on his lips. “I mean… it is a little weird, she’s the girl you hated as a kid not to mention Charles here sees you as a rival, and now you’re what? Going to be his brother-in-law?”

“Lorenzo,” Y/N warned, but her brother’s playful tone was easing some of the tension in the room.

“I’m just saying,” Lorenzo continued, eyes narrowing on Max, “are you prepared for the chaos that comes with that? The media? The scrutiny of dating another driver’s sister? Family dinners where Charles is glaring at you the entire time?”

Max smirked, meeting Lorenzo’s gaze without faltering. “I can handle it.”

“Really?” Lorenzo leaned forward slightly, his expression hard to read. “You know, Y/N’s happiness is my priority. If you screw up…”

“I won’t,” Max interrupted, his voice firm.

Lorenzo stared at him for a few moments longer before leaning back again, finally letting out a chuckle. “Alright, you’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.”

Arthur blinked in disbelief. “You’re… okay with this?”

Lorenzo shrugged, crossing his arms. “He’s a good guy. He’s serious. And he loves her.”

“But—” Charles started, clearly baffled.

“No buts,” Lorenzo cut him off, smiling at Max now. “If Y/N’s happy and you’re treating her right, that’s all that matters.”

Max relaxed slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Thanks, Lorenzo.”

Lorenzo nodded, but then his gaze turned playful again. “Just don’t think I won’t be keeping an eye on you.”

Max chuckled. “Fair enough.”

Charles groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I hate this.”

Y/N sighed, walking over to her brother, she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Charles, come on. I know you’re mad, but can we just… try to talk about this without all the yelling? Please?”

Charles lifted his head to look at her, his expression a mixture of frustration and worry. “Y/N, it’s not about the yelling. It’s about him,” he jabbed a finger in Max’s direction, “being the last person I would’ve ever imagined you with. It’s… Max! The guy whose guts you used to hate! Remember how you used to come to me and rant for hours about how annoying he was?!”

Max raised an eyebrow but stayed quiet, letting Y/N handle her brother for now. Arthur, meanwhile, looked like he was trying to process the situation without combusting on the spot.

Y/N knelt down next to Charles, her tone soft but firm. “I get it. I do. Max and I haven’t had the best relationship growing up, and you’ve probably had a lot of ideas about the kind of guy I’d end up with. But I’m not a little kid anymore. I can make my own choices about who I want to be with. And… I chose Max.”

Charles stared at her, his lips pressing into a thin line. “You deserve someone who’s going to take care of you. Not someone who’s been the bane of your existence since you were a teenager.”

Max flinched at that, but Y/N shot Charles a pointed look. “Max does take care of me. You don’t see the way he is with me when we’re alone. He’s kind, he listens, and he makes me laugh even when everything feels overwhelming. He’s not the guy you see on the track when he’s fighting for a championship.”

“And you love him?” Charles asked, his voice quieter now, the anger slowly melting into something else—fear, maybe.

Y/N nodded, her voice softening. “Yeah, I do. I wouldn’t be here, facing you guys of all people, if I wasn’t sure about him.”

Charles sighed, the fight finally leaving his body as he slumped back against the couch. “This is… hard for me, Y/N. I don’t know how to just be okay with this.”

Lorenzo, still watching the conversation unfold, glanced at Max, who hadn’t said anything for a while. “Well, Max, you’ve won over one of us,” Lorenzo said with a smirk. “Now you’ve just got the hard one left.”

Max chuckled but didn’t let the joke distract him. He took a step forward, his eyes meeting Charles’. “Look, I know this isn’t easy for you. But I want you to know something—I care about Y/N. I’m not going to hurt her. I love her, and I’m willing to prove that to you however I need to.”

Charles looked at Max, searching his face like he was waiting for a sign that this was all some big joke. But Max didn’t flinch, didn’t back down. His blue eyes were steady, unwavering.

Arthur, finally breaking his silence, groaned and stood up from the couch. “Great. Now it’s all about love declarations and feelings.” He threw his hands up in exasperation. “What’s next? You’re going to propose right here and now?”

Y/N’s eyes widened in horror, and Max actually looked startled for a second before quickly shaking his head. “No, no! We’re not… I mean, not right now! We’re just… dating.” He glanced at Y/N, who was giving him a look that screamed ‘please don’t freak them out any more than they already are.’

Arthur crossed his arms, giving them both a skeptical look. “Better not be anytime soon. I’m still processing the dating part.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh despite the tension still hanging in the air. “Relax, Arthur. We’re taking things one step at a time.”

Arthur rolled his eyes but finally seemed to be calming down. “Fine, whatever. But if he hurts you, I’ll—”

“Arthur,” Y/N interrupted, giving him a stern look, “enough with the threats. I’m not some fragile doll, and Max is not some villain.”

Max, sensing an opportunity to lighten the mood, grinned at Arthur. “If it helps, I’m terrified of your driving. I wouldn’t dare mess this up.”

Arthur blinked, caught off guard, before letting out a reluctant snort of laughter. “Yeah, well… you should be.”

Charles, still seated on the couch, looked between Y/N and Max. His anger had simmered down, replaced with an expression that was more uncertain than furious. He sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t like this, but… if you really love her, and she loves you… I guess I’ll have to get used to it.”

Y/N smiled softly, her heart swelling with relief. She leaned down to give Charles a hug. “Thank you.”

Charles grumbled but hugged her back, mumbling something under his breath about being too soft on her.

When Y/N pulled away, she looked at Max, who had a small, relieved smile on his face. She walked over to him and laced her fingers with his, feeling like the worst of the storm had passed.

But then Lorenzo cleared his throat, a mischievous glint in his eye. “So, Max. Now that you’ve survived the interrogation… you up for a family dinner tomorrow night?”

Max’s smile froze, and Y/N couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Enzo!”

“What?” Lorenzo said innocently, grinning at Max’s expression. “It’ll be fun. You can sit next to Charles.”

Max’s eyes flickered to Charles, who was now smirking, and Arthur, who was grinning like a shark circling its prey. He swallowed hard.

Y/N squeezed his hand, trying and failing to hide her amusement. “Don’t worry, Max. I’ll protect you.”

Max’s face softened as he looked down at her. “As long as you’re there, I can handle anything.”

Charles groaned again, slumping dramatically against the couch. “Ugh. This is going to take some serious getting used to.”

Y/N giggled, leaning into Max’s side. She could feel the tension in the room starting to dissipate, though the undercurrent of protective brother energy still lingered. Charles might be softening, but he wasn’t going to let this go easily.

Arthur, however, seemed to be enjoying himself now, grinning like he was plotting something. "Oh, I just had an idea. How about we make family dinner extra fun? Max, you could cook for us."

Max blinked, caught completely off guard. "Wait, what? Me? Cook?"

Y/N shot Arthur a glare. "Arthur, seriously?"

Arthur shrugged, feigning innocence. "What? It’s a fair challenge. If he wants to be part of the family, he should prove he can handle more than just Y/N’s heart. Let’s see if he can handle a stove."

Max chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "I mean, I can cook, but I don’t think it’ll be Michelin-star worthy. Also… why am I being initiated like this?"

Charles perked up at that, now fully joining in on Arthur’s teasing. "Yeah, Arthur’s right. Let’s see if you can whip up something good enough."

Lorenzo, still watching from his seat, chuckled under his breath. “You guys are impossible. Max, don’t feel pressured—Arthur’s just trying to make you sweat.”

Arthur crossed his arms, giving Max a playful look. "Sweating is part of the test. If he can survive Leclerc family dinner, then maybe we’ll consider not scaring him off."

Max raised an eyebrow, his competitive spirit flickering to life. "Oh, really? You think I can’t handle a little cooking? You forget, I work under pressure all the time."

Y/N bit her lip, trying to hold back her laughter. She could see the gears turning in Max’s head as he started mentally preparing for this ridiculous “initiation.” Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo all seemed to be loving the idea of testing him, though.

Lorenzo leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Alright then, it’s settled. Max will cook for us tomorrow.”

Y/N turned to Max, her eyes wide with faux alarm. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

Max, however, grinned down at her, the determination in his eyes unmistakable. “Oh, I’m doing this. I’ve survived worse than a kitchen full of Leclerc brothers.”

Charles stood up, a smirk spreading across his face. “Good. I hope you’re ready, Verstappen, because this family doesn’t hold back when it comes to food.”

Max narrowed his eyes, his competitive side now fully engaged. “Challenge accepted.”

Y/N groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I swear, if this turns into a cooking competition where you’re all judging his every move, I’m not saving any of you when Max throws something.”

Arthur laughed, patting Y/N on the back. “Relax, sis. We’re just going to… supervise.”

Y/N gave him a knowing look. “Arthur, your version of supervision is chaos.”

Arthur grinned proudly. “Exactly.”

Max took a deep breath, the weight of tomorrow’s impending dinner sinking in, but he wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ve handled leading the championship in a tractor this year. I think I can handle your brothers.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Let’s hope so.”

Charles clapped his hands, his smirk still firmly in place. “Alright, now that’s settled, we’ll see you both tomorrow. And Max, just a heads up—if you burn anything, there’s no mercy.”

Max let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Noted.”

Lorenzo finally stood, walking over to Y/N and pulling her into a warm hug. “We’ll give him a chance, okay?” he whispered quietly, giving her a comforting smile. “But if he makes you happy, that’s all that matters to me.”

Y/N’s eyes softened, and she hugged her brother tightly. “Thanks, Enzo.”

He pulled back, nodding toward Max with a more genuine smile than before. “You’ll do fine, Verstappen. Just don’t poison us.”

Max chuckled. “I’ll do my best.”

Arthur snorted, already heading toward the door. “You better. And no calling in takeout as a backup plan.”

Max shot Arthur a mock glare. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Arthur grinned over his shoulder. “Absolutely.”

As the brothers slowly began to leave, Y/N and Max exchanged a relieved glance. The worst of it seemed to be over, and while the next day’s “family dinner” loomed ahead like a final boss battle, at least they were past the initial fury.

When the door finally closed behind the last of the Leclerc brothers, Y/N collapsed against the wall, letting out a loud sigh of relief. “Well, that went… better than I expected.”

Max laughed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not sure better is the word I’d use, but we survived.”

Y/N looked up at him, her expression softening. “Thank you… for standing up for me. I know they’re a lot to deal with.”

Max smiled, pulling her into his arms. “They love you. I get that. I just… want them to see that I do, too.”

She melted into his embrace, feeling safe and content for the first time all evening. “They’ll come around. Especially after you win them over with your world-class cooking tomorrow.”

Max let out a playful groan. “Oh, no pressure, huh?”

Y/N giggled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “No pressure at all.”

As they stood there, wrapped up in each other, the chaos of the evening began to fade. Whatever came next—be it family dinners, more brotherly grilling, or even a few cooking mishaps—they’d face it together. Max had proven he wasn’t just messing around with her. He was someone who loved her enough to brave her protective, chaotic family.

And, for Y/N, that meant everything.

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: So this is what happens when you stop pretending to hate each other ❤️

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Comments:

user1: 

OMG Y/N AND MAX ARE OFFICIALLY A THING!!! 🎉🎉

user2:

 I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY FINALLY CONFIRMED IT!!! I KNEW IT ALL ALONG! 💖

user3:

Everyone acting shocked when we all knew it was happening! I deserve a medal for being a psychic! 🏅🔮

user4:

This is what I live for! Enemies to lovers is the best trope! 😍💥

user5:

Hold on, they were literally acting like they hated each other two days ago. What happened?! 🤣

user6:

Max and Y/N kissing is all I need to see in my life! 🥺💘

user7:

Y/N, just remember, you're still part of the Ferrari family even if you’re dating a Red Bull! 🔴🐂

redbullracing: 

Welcome to the team, Y/N! We’ve been waiting for you to bring some excitement! 💙

      ↪ scuderiaferrari: 

Not so fast, Red Bull! Y/N is a Ferrari family member for life, no matter who she’s kissing! ❤️

      ↪ maxverstappen1:scuderiaferrari I think I won this battle. 😉

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: Relax, Max. Ferrari has my soul. But you… you have my heart. 😏

      ↪ user8: 

The Red Bull and Ferrari pages are fighting over Y/N now! This is hilarious! 🤣🏁

landonorris: 

THANK THE LORD, the secret’s out! Who knew I’d be sweating bullets just keeping this under wraps? 🙌

user9: 

This is literally the best enemies-to-lovers arc ever! I’m here for it! 😍🙌

user10: 

I can’t believe we’re all witnessing this love story unfold! Best plot twist EVER! 🔮🏆

danielricciardo: 

I’m just glad I won’t have to hear them bicker in the paddock anymore… or at least not as much! 😂

alex_albon: 

y/n, I always knew you had a soft spot for him. Did you hide him in your closet or something? 👀

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: 

SHUT UP, ALEX!

arthur_leclerc: 

Why do I have to see my sister make out with Max on social media? What’s wrong with you two?! 😤

      ↪ charles_leclerc: 

I’m officially traumatized. Thanks a lot, Y/N! 😵

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: 

Sucks to be you 

user11: 

CHARLES AND ARTHUR IN SHAMBLES! Can we get a meme compilation, please?! 🤣

user12: 

This relationship is a chaotic masterpiece and I’m SO HERE for it! 🙌💖

user13: 

PLEASE, I NEED MORE OF THIS CONTENT IN MY LIFE! 😩💞

user14: 

Can’t believe we went from throwing shade to throwing kisses! What a glow-up!

user15: 

MAX AND Y/N KISSING?! WE DID IT, WE SURVIVED THE DRAMA! THIS IS THE MOMENT WE ALL WAITED FOR!

user16: 

If they don’t start a reality show about their chaotic love life, what even is the point of life? 🤔

carmenmmundt: DEVASTATED. How could you do this to me? I thought we had something special. 💔

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: Babe, don’t cry! I’ll dump him for you right now, just say the word. 💅

      ↪ georgerussell63: Y/N, I feel like I should have a say in this, considering she’s my girlfriend?! 😳

      ↪ maxverstappen1: Umm, I should probably be more concerned that my girlfriend’s dumping me in front of the entire world?!

      ↪ georgerussell63: Max, join the club, bro. We’re all being cheated on together.

      ↪ maxverstappen1: What a supportive environment. Thanks.

user17: 

DRIVE TO SURVIVE BETTER HAVE ALL THE TEA! I NEED TO SEE EVERY BIT OF THIS SPECTACLE!

user18: 

Can we talk about how many people owe me money for betting on this relationship? I KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN!!! 💸

user19: 

I’m going to need a documentary on their journey from enemies to lovers ASAP! This is cinematic gold! 🎬

user20: 

They’re literally the plot twist we didn’t know we needed! I’m SCREAMING! 🤯🎉

lilymhe: I can’t believe this. Y/N’s officially been stolen by a man. This is the worst betrayal since Alex stole my last slice of pizza. 💔

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: Oh please, Lil, you know I love you more than him. 😏💕

      ↪ alex_albon: EXCUSE ME. It was my pizza to begin with!, I feel ATTACKED. Also, I object to this entire conversation!

      ↪ maxverstappen1: Y/N, you can’t just say you love her more after THIS post???

      ↪ lilymhe: Max, sweetie, you were a side quest. She’s back on the main mission.

      ↪ alex_albon: Are we just the side characters now? Did I get downgraded from boyfriend to background noise?”

      ↪ georgerussell63: Oh, 100% background noise, mate. We’re extras in the Carmen-Lily-Y/N show.

      ↪ carmenmmundt: Literally no man can compete with our bond. Sorry boys, it’s over.

      ↪ georgerussell63: Carmen, I’m RIGHT HERE.

      ↪ maxverstappen1: At this point, I’m just happy to be included at all.

y/n_leclerc posted a photo:

Caption: Because Charles told us we couldn’t be lovey-dovey anymore 💋

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Comments:

charles_leclerc: BLOCKED. IMMEDIATELY BLOCKED. WHY MUST YOU TORTURE ME LIKE THIS?!?!

arthur_leclerc:

I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THIS. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU BOTH?!

user21: OH SHE DID NOT. THIS IS PURE PETTINESS AND I AM HERE FOR IT.

user22: This is a personal attack on Charles and Arthur and I’ve never been more entertained in my life.

user23: We manifested this energy and we WON. PETTY QUEEN BEHAVIOR.

lilymhe: Y/N really chose to say ‘I will be insufferable,’ and I respect that deeply.

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: I LIVE to be insufferable. 💅

user24: Why does Max look like the happiest man on earth in every single photo? THIS IS ICONIC.

georgerussell63: I’ve been WAITING for this day. Max finally broke free from the ‘I don't even like her’ phase. Now look at them. Just LOOK.

user25: Enemies to lovers arc COMPLETE. We’ve lived through a Wattpad novel, y’all.

user26: Not Charles saying ‘no PDA’ and Y/N saying ‘hold my phone, let me just post pictures of us KISSING FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE.

user27: IS THIS A SOAP OPERA?? BECAUSE I’M OBSESSED.

user28: Petty content + Charles screaming in the comments = Pure Entertainment

arthur_leclerc: For real, Y/N, if I have to see ONE MORE photo of you two kissing, I’m deleting social media.

landonorris: Somewhere in Monaco, Charles is punching a wall.

      ↪ maxverstappen1: I’d say worth it. Totally worth it. 😉

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: Anything to see my brothers suffer.

user29: If this isn’t the most chaotic relationship I’ve ever witnessed. And I LOVE it. KEEP GOING.

user30: CHAOS. PETTINESS. ROMANCE. THIS IS WHAT WE SIGNED UP FOR!!

alex_albon: Max, I thought you’d at least try to stop her.

      ↪ maxverstappen1: Alex, have you met her? There’s no stopping this woman.

      ↪ georgerussell63: Imagine Charles’ face when he opened Instagram today… priceless.

      ↪ charles_leclerc:

UNFOLLOWING BOTH OF YOU.

maxverstappen1: Love you, schatje. 😘

      ↪ y/n_leclerc: Love you more, Maxie 😘

      ↪ charles_leclerc:

NO. I CAN’T. GOODBYE. I’M LEAVING INSTAGRAM FOREVER.

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[nfr-girly]

fiancée life with hasanabi? <3

I love this sm!! I imagine this could carry on after this fic of mine <33

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-the moment you and Hasan get engaged, he will not keep his hands off you for ONE second

-he’s just so protective of you now, he always was but EXTRA

-the moment he decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he devoted himself to keeping you safe

-of course with that came his fans. Everyone knew about you and Hasan, and there had been some hate around but you didn’t take it to heart, Hasan loved you even more for that <3

-he left it up to you to decide if you wanted people to know, i imagine you guys would do a hard launch where Hasan posts one wedding photo on his story and doesn’t say anything about it for like a MONTH, while everyone’s going crazy. It doesn’t get brought up until a random Fear& episode where they talk about his ring

-poor Hasan had so many doubts if you wanted to marry him though, he didn’t want you to feel pressured by his fan base. But you didn’t care about any of that. You only wanted him <33

-Hasan definitely would leave all the decorating choices to you, he’s known since you two were only friends what type of wedding you’d want, and he plans to give you EXACTLY that

-Hasan would also be very humble about his engagement, obviously he would talk about it with his friends but he doesn’t feel like he can talk about it as much as he wants cause of his social media presence. At night when it’s just the two of you is when he rambles on about how he feels. How excited he is to start this life with you, how he’s so happy you’re in his life and that he doesn’t deserve you. As he’s rambling you’re just lying there trying not to cry cause you’re just like “what did I do to deserve this man??”

-If you guys do decide to keep it a secret, Hasan will come up with ways to see you while he’s streaming without chat being suspicious. Like toilet breaks, or pretending the bell rung, one time he’d be like “I’m gonna see kaya make sure she’s okay” when she’s literally behind the chair.

-he just pretends he didn’t see her, he did

-I can definitely imagine a scenario where Hasan accidentally forgot to take his engagement ring off for a Fear& episode, but no one questions it cause they think Hasans told everyone.

-then will comes out with “do you guys have a date for the wedding?”

-Hasan FREAKS out, mans is already preparing to kill will barehanded not knowing his rings on display

-Hasans Like “what??” And acts all confused, then wills just like “the wedding date, for you and y/n??”

-Hasans looking at will shaking his head, trying to get him to understand that NO ONE KNOWS

-finally will realises and is like SHIT

-he does immediately jump to defend himself though by pointing at his own ring finger and then looking at Hasans hand

-Hasan looks at his finger and sees he hasn’t taken his ring off. I’m not even joking the pod is silent for two straight minutes after that

-you end up finding out about it and Hasans so worried you’re mad but really you find it funny as fuck, you laugh about it with Austin and qt for almost 10 minutes

-Hasan is PANICKING though cause he knows how fans can be and they don’t know how they’ll act towards you

-you reassure him it’s okay and it’s a relief you two don’t have to hide it anymore <33

-literally Hasan is just so in love with you, like in all the ways someone can love someone he loves you

[hoshifighting]

tu me deixou lele pensando em threesome com aqls headcanons 🥹🥹 vo fazer em inglês

could u do a drabble of hoshi or kwan on a threesome with the reader and other girl... with a lot of voyeurism of the reader and the girl working on it while (member) watches :)

ty in advance!!! // bgd diva 😙

foursome with hoshi, seungkwan, and seungkwan's girlfriend

— synopsis: to boost the friendship between you, soonyoung, seungkwan and his girlfriend, you decide to try a foursome, but you and seungkwan's girlfriend end up getting too excited. your boyfriend and his best friend, as well.

— WC: 6.5k

WARNINGS: smut, foursome, voyeurism, fingering, oral, everyone fucks everyone almost so, female x female, male x male, female x male, multiple orgasms, masturbation, blowjob PUTARIA, dirty talk, throat fucking, hair pulling, one single slap, nasty sex, everyone!switch.

a/n: eu sei que vc pediu um ou outro anon, pra nao faltar um, eu fiz os dois E a namorada. espero que goste!! um beijooo <33

soonyoung always talked a big game about being down for anything, especially when it came to sex. “as long as you don’t shove anything up my ass,” he’d say, like it was some kinda life motto or whatever. but deep down? you knew the dude could be convinced of anything. just needed to catch him off guard.

so when you threw the idea out—just casually, mind you—about adding more people into the mix, you weren’t even sure he was listening. stared at you for a second, blinking slow like he was trying to figure out if you were joking or not. but then he hit you with this slow-ass, cautious “…yeah, sure,” like you were tryna trick him or some shit. you almost laughed, wondering if he thought you were testing his limits or if he was dead serious about his boundaries. either way, seungkwan was the one who got the ball rolling. well, seungkwan and his girlfriend.

you four always hung out anyway. regular double date vibes, no biggie. they’re the ones who introduced you to soonyoung in the first place. and now look at you, standing in a bedroom where everyone was naked except soonyoung, who had suddenly developed some random sense of modesty. soonyoung—mr. always down for anything—frozed up like a fucking deer in headlights.

“what the hell are you waiting for? everyone’s already naked,” you laughed, trying to catch his eye as he sat all sulky in the corner, fully clothed, while the rest of you had already gotten way past the point of no return.

seungkwan was lying back, already laughing his ass off, while his girlfriend was sitting there next to you with a smirk. “soonyoung, seriously?” she teased. “this is the guy who couldn’t stop talking about how much of a freak he is?”

“i am!” soonyoung shot back, looking almost offended.

you all had met up at seungkwan’s place, chillin' like usual. drinks, music, some low lighting that set the mood without making it awkward. then seungkwan’s girlfriend, all confidence, had started kissing her boyfriend, hands already roamin', like she couldn’t wait to get shit started. and you’d been there with soonyoung, waiting for that same energy.

dude looked like he’d never seen people naked before, which was a joke ‘cause y’all were basically already used to each other. you and seungkwan's girl had giggled when you caught him standing there, sulking like some innocent kid, arms crossed over his chest like he wasn’t ready to strip down in front of y’all. meanwhile, the rest of the room was butt-naked already, clothes scattered all over the floor like they didn’t matter anymore.

he side-eyed seungkwan, who was grinning like a damn idiot from the bed. “don’t look at me like that, man,” seungkwan chuckled.

he looked at you, embarrassed, then glanced over at seungkwan and his girl, who were already lost in their own world, not even paying attention anymore. that’s when he finally sighed, letting his shoulders relax. “fine, whatever, but don’t look at me like that, okay?”

“like what?” you raised an eyebrow, grinning as you helped pull his shirt off.

“like you’re judging me, fuck.”

you shook your head, leaning in closer, whispering in his ear. “i’m not judging. trust me, i’m kinda into how nervous you are right now.”

he shot you a look, like he wasn’t sure if you were messing with him or not, but you could tell that little spark was there again. “oh yeah? maybe you like it when i’m shy, huh?”

“maybe,” you teased, letting your fingers drag down his chest. “but i like it more when you stop overthinking and just go with it.”

he huffed out a laugh, finally letting you undress him the rest of the way.

“and you’re cute when you’re shy, but let’s not make this a thing. we got company, babe.”

you pulled soonyoung by the waist, kissing him deep right there in the corner, your hands slid down his back, pulling him close, while his hands found their way up to your chest, fingers clumsy but confident, groping you like he’d been wanting to for way too long. you bit down on his lip, not too hard but just enough to make him gasp a little, the sound getting lost in your giggle.

“damn, you’re so shy, but you’re touching me like that?” you teased, breathy, lips brushing against his, feeling his chest heave against yours. he didn’t respond, just grunted, all the blush in his cheeks starting to fade as he got more into it. you loved how easy it was to switch him up.

seungkwan and his girlfriend were already on the bed, tangled up in each other, but you could feel their eyes on you. didn’t even matter—let them watch.

“fuck,” soonyoung muttered, his breath hot on your neck now as he moved lower, his lips trailing down your throat. you could feel him hard against your thigh, his hips grinding into you as you tugged at his waist, making sure he knew you wanted him now.

“you gonna fuck me or just stand there lookin’ cute?” you whispered, not even waiting for his response before you guided him down to the bed too. you could feel his breath hitch when your hand wrapped around his cock, giving him a little squeeze.

he groaned, “oh, you’re—fuck—such a tease,” but he wasn’t complaining, not one bit.

you barely had time to register seungkwan’s girlfriend moving behind you, the sound of her low giggles filling the room. you didn’t even realize how close she was until her hands brushed your skin, soft, close to tentative like she was waiting for a signal. and when you glanced back at her, she just gave you this look, like she was daring you to do something about it.

before you knew it, you were on all fours, soonyoung’s hands firm on your hips as he lined himself up behind you. you arched your back, feeling the head of his cock playing with your folds, and you heard the low grunt he made when he finally slid into you, savoring every inch. you let out a moan, gripping the sheets, pushing back against him, already craving more.

meanwhile, seungkwan’s girlfriend had done the same, and when you looked up, there she was—on all fours, just like you—her wide eyes meeting yours with this naughty glint. seungkwan was right behind her, hands gripping her waist, pulling her back onto him with a rhythm that was just a little too rough to be anything but hot. the two of you locked eyes, and suddenly everything got... too hot.

“enjoyin’ the view?” she teased.

“oh, you have no idea,” you shot back, the words coming out in between shaky breaths as soonyoung’s thrusts started to pick up pace behind you. his grip on your hips tightened, pulling you back onto him harder, deeper, each thrust making you moan on your arm.

but then her eyes lingered on you a little too long, like she was seeing you in a different light. her hand shot out, fingers brushing your cheek softly. the gesture was so gentle it caught you off guard. and then she was moving in, her lips ghosting over yours before you even had a chance to react. the kiss was soft at first, just a brush of lips, but then it deepened, tongues tangling together as the heat between you flared. you kissed her back, harder, fingers tangling in her hair as the two of you got lost in each other for a second, both completely forgetting about the boys behind you.

soonyoung, for his part, stilled, his cock still buried deep inside you but no longer moving, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. you could hear the sharp inhale he took, his eyes were wide, pupils blown out as he watched you make out with seungkwan’s girl, his grip on your hips loosening as he let out a shaky breath.

“holy fuck…” he whispered, his voice so low you almost didn’t hear him, but you could feel the way he twitched inside you, like the sight of you two had sent him into a whole different headspace.

seungkwan had stopped too, his hands frozen on his girl’s hips, staring at the two of you like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “uh… i mean, shit… y’all gonna keep that up, or…?” seungkwan’s gaze flickered between you and his girlfriend, his lips curving up in a little grin like he’d just figured out the punchline to a joke. “hey, soonyoung,” he said, voice low, but with that playful tone you knew too well. “you think we should, uh… give them some time?”

soonyoung glanced at you, then at the girl, his lips parting like he was about to respond but got caught up in the sight of your bodies pressed together. “yeah,” he breathed out, sliding off you, his cock slipping out with a wet sound that made him bite his lip. “yeah, let’s… let’s let ‘em do their thing.”

seungkwan chuckled softly, sliding out of his girlfriend just as easily, both of them retreating to the headboard like they were in on some kind of secret. the boys leaned back, eyes locked on you and her like it was the best show they’d ever seen. neither of them said anything for a second, just watching like they were trying to memorize every detail.

as soon as soonyoung was out of the way, you turned back to seungkwan’s girlfriend, and that kiss—the one that had started off soft—came back with a vengeance. this time, it was hungry, her lips crashing into yours, her hands tangling in your hair as she pulled you closer, her body shifting beneath you like she needed you just as much as you needed her.

her tangerine lipgloss was sticky on your tongue—sweet, citrusy—like something seungkwan would’ve definitely picked for her, and you could almost taste the laughter behind it. when her hands left your neck, sliding down to your chest, squeezing your tits with a firm, greedy grip. the sudden pressure made you moan into her mouth, loud and unashamed, the sound vibrating between you as you broke the kiss, panting.

without even thinking, you flipped her onto her back, her hair spilling out across the sheets like a halo, her wide eyes looking up at you like she was the prey. “you good, princess?” you whispered, voice all sultry. she didn’t answer with words—just nodded, biting her lip all horny.

you grabbed her wrists, pulling them up over her head, pinning them there with one hand while the other roamed down her body, fingers grazing over the soft skin of her stomach before dipping lower, tracing the curve of her waist. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” you murmured, leaning down to kiss the valley between her breasts, you could feel her body tremble under you, her back arching as your lips trailed lower, teasing her.

when you took one of her nipples into your mouth, she moaned whiny. her hips bucked up against yours, and you could feel the slickness between her thighs, her body already desperate for you. you held her wrists tighter, keeping her in place as you sucked on her nipple, swirling your tongue around it just to hear her gasp again. her skin was so soft, so warm, and the taste of her lipgloss still lingered on your tongue, making everything feel sweeter.

behind you, seungkwan hummed, clearly entertained by the whole thing. “damn… soonyoung, is she always this… dominant with you in bed?”

soonyoung didn’t miss a beat. “fuck yeah,” he said, full of pride. “you should see how she handles me. this? this is nothin’.”

“no shit?” seungkwan laughed throaty, and you could hear the disbelief in his voice.

“nah, for real,” soonyoung continued, leaning his head back against the headboard, his voice dropping even lower. “she’ll have me beggin’ sometimes. makes me lose my fuckin’ mind.”

you couldn’t help but smirk at that, your lips still on the girls nipple. you glanced up at her, and she gave you a sly smile, clearly loving the idea of you having that kind of power over soonyoung. you dipped lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, your hand still holding her wrists above her head, keeping her pinned beneath you.

you didn’t even notice at first—too caught up in the moment—but the sound of the boys’ breathing had changed. it was heavier, more labored, and when you finally glanced to the side, there they were: both of them, hands wrapped around their cocks, stroking themselves slowly as they watched you. their eyes were glued to the way you were worshipping seungkwan’s girl, their gazes dark and intense, like they were lost in the sight of you.

“look at ‘em,” the girl whispered, her voice soft, almost like she didn’t want to break the spell. “they can’t keep their eyes off you.”

you smirked, your hand sliding down her body, fingers brushing between her thighs, teasing her. “let ‘em watch,” you whispered back, “i don’t mind putting on a show.”

her head fell back, when your fingers teased her wet folds, her lips parting as your fingers slid inside her, slowly, then faster as she bucked her hips against your hand. the boys groaned in unison beside you, their strokes speeding up as they watched you work her over, their eyes glazed over with thirst. soonyoung’s breathing was ragged, his chest heaving, while seungkwan’s hand moved quicker, his knuckles turning pale from the grip.

“fuck… you’re so—god, you’re good,” she moaned, her body arching up off the bed as your fingers curled inside her. you didn’t let up, leaning down to kiss her neck, sucking gently on the skin there as you felt her walls clench around your fingers. she was close, so close, you knew it, you had the same signs.

the boys were silent now, their hands moving faster, breath coming in short, sharp gasps. you didn’t even have to look at them to know they were both on the edge, watching you push seungkwan’s girl to hers.

seungkwan was the first to break the silence, his voice breathless, almost shaking. “she likes when—”

before he could finish, his girlfriend cut him off, her voice a little slurred from how close she was, her hips still twitching beneath you. “no, no, no, baby, let her do her thing!” she said, her words coming out in a rush. “i’m cummin’.”

you smirked, pulling your fingers out of her just as she was wobbly on the edge. “ah-ah,” you tutted, “you’re gonna talk to him properly.”

her head fell back, lips parting in a whine as she squirmed beneath you, clearly frustrated that you stopped. you turned to seungkwan, locking eyes with him, and his expression was priceless—wide-eyed, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. like you were doing things to his girl he didn’t even know were possible. like he didn't even know she was submissive like this.

“what? you okay, seungkwan?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. he blinked, still staring at you, not even noticing how his hand was working his cock faster, almost in a daze.

but the girl beneath you wasn’t having it. she let out a long, desperate whine, her hips jerking up, practically begging for more. you grinned, grabbing her arm and flipping her onto her chest, her ass lifting into the air as her cheek pressed against the sheets. “since you wanna act up…” you muttered, one hand gripping the back of her neck firmly, pinning her in place. the other hand went straight for her ass, giving it a sharp slap that echoed in the room.

“fuck!” she moaned, loud, her body jolting forward from the impact, but her eyes—her eyes went straight to seungkwan, like she wanted him to see her like this, all messy and desperate for you.

“tell him you’re sorry,” you demanded firmly..

“so—soRRYY!” she cried out, the word breaking halfway as your fingers slid back inside her, deep and relentless. her pussy was so wet, clenching around your fingers instantly, her hips rolling back against you, desperate for more. the way her body responded to your touch was almost sinful, and it made your head spin with just how good she looked like this—helpless, but still wanting more.

soonyoung, who had been mostly quiet up until now, let out a soft groan, his hand gripping his cock harder as he watched. “babe, go easy on her,” he mumbled, his voice strained, like he could barely handle what he was seeing.

you scoffed, shaking your head. “easy?” you smirked, glancing back at soonyoung. “she’s enjoying it.” your fingers thrust deep into her again, and she let out a loud, keening moan, her body trembling. “pussy so tight around my fingers. aren’t you, baby? are you enjoying it, hmm?”

her moans were breathy, needy, and she nodded furiously, smiling through the pleasure, her eyes rolling back as she gripped the sheets tighter. “yes! fuck, yes, i am!”

you laughed, pressing your thumb to her clit as your fingers continued to pump in and out of her, “yeah?” you said, “then tell ‘em how good you feel, baby. come on. let ‘em know how much you like it.”

her breath came out in short, desperate gasps as she struggled to form words, her hips pushing back to meet every thrust of your fingers. “i—i feel so good,” she moaned, her voice high-pitched and shaky. “oh my god, it feels so good, please don’t stop!”

seungkwan’s eyes were glued to her, his mouth slightly open in disbelief as his hand sped up on his cock, stroking himself faster, matching the rhythm of your fingers fucking into his girlfriend. body melting from how turned on he was.

soonyoung, on the other hand, was a little more vocal, his eyes narrowed in focus as he watched you dominate her. you smirked, pressing down harder on her clit, and her moan turned into a high-pitched cry, her body convulsing under you as her orgasm built up again. “you love it when to be slut out huh??” you murmured.

she nodded, her moans growing louder, further desperate. “yes, yes, i love it,” she whimpered, her hands clutching the sheets.

“then you better cum for me,” you whispered, your breath hot against her ear as you curled your fingers inside her, the pads of your fingers pressed hard against her g'spot, as you shake your singers side to side inside her. “right now.”

her whole body seized up, a loud moan ripping from her throat as she came hard, her pussy clenching around your fingers as she bucked her hips, riding out her orgasm. her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for air.

you slowed down, easing her through it, but you didn’t stop completely, your fingers still moving inside her as she moaned softly, her body still jerky beneath you. “that’s a good girl,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder as she slowly came down from her high.

you sat up, feeling like the fucking queen of this whole scene as you brushed your hair back, grinning to yourself as you looked down at her. she was completely fucked out—eyes half-lidded, chest rising and falling, her lips parted in that post-orgasm fog. you couldn’t help but smile at how absolutely fucked out she looked, and you wore that pride on your face like a badge of honor.

seungkwan shifted up, a gleam in his eye, one you hadn’t seen before. he leaned in, “hey, baby girl,” he said, his eyes darting from you to his girlfriend. “eat her out. hm? she was so good for you, right?”

she blinked, almost like she couldn’t believe what he was saying, but then that grin—fuck, that grin spread across her face like this was the best idea she’d heard all night. she waited for you to move off of her, that cheeky smile still plastered across her face as she slid off the bed, kneeling behind you on the floor, her eyes fixed on your ass like it was her next fucking meal—yea, it was actually...

you raised your eyebrows, smirking, but when her hands gripped your hips and spread your ass cheeks apart, that cocky confidence flickered. you tried to glance back at her over your shoulder, curious, but the second her tongue slid up your slit, all the way from your clit to your dripping hole, your body jolted like it had been electrocuted. she didn’t waste any time either—her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it into her mouth like she was starved for it, and you couldn’t hold back the loud moan that tore from your throat.

your knees buckled, and before you could stop yourself, your face dropped into the sheets, ass still high in the air, giving her all the space she needed. her mouth was relentless, her tongue swirling around your clit like she was trying to drive you insane, and for a second, you almost forgot about everything else in the room—about seungkwan, about soonyoung. Ii was just her, making you feel like you were about to cum in seconds..

and then—wham—a sharp tug at your hair snapped you out of it. you didn’t even need to think twice; you knew that pull. soonyoung. that rough, rough yank that had you straightening up immediately, no questions asked. but when you finally raised your head, blinking through the steam, you were met with seungkwan’s cock right in front of you, flushed pink and leaking precum.

“what the…” you muttered, confusion flickering across your face for a second before you realized what was happening. soonyoung was behind seungkwan, his hand still gripping your hair, but his other hand was wrapped around seungkwan’s waist, pulling him closer, guiding him right toward your mouth. seungkwan looked like he was on the edge of losing it, his eyes locked on yours, his breath coming out in shaky little puffs.

“suck it,” soonyoung’s voice came out as a command, the same tone that always made your body respond on instinct. his fingers tightened in your hair, not painful, but definitely not gentle, making your thighs clench together, the girl immediately pulling them apart to slurp you up.

you swallowed hard, your eyes flicking from seungkwan’s cock to his face, and then back again. his tip was so red, so needy, his length a bit longer than soonyoung's, but your boyfriend is thicker. you opened your mouth, letting your tongue glide out, flicking it across his tip as your eyes flicked up to meet his.

he groaned, loud, his hand immediately flying to the back of your head, but before he could guide you any further, soonyoung took over, his grip on your hair tightening as he pulled your head closer, pressing your lips fully against seungkwan’s cock. “that’s it, baby,” soonyoung murmured behind you, his voice low and satisfied. “open wide for him.”

you did. yyur mouth stretched around seungkwan’s cock as you took him in, your tongue swirling around his shaft as he let out a shaky groan, his hips jerking forward slightly. you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out around his cock, especially with his girlfriend still between your legs, knew how to flick your clit faster than any sex toy.

“fuck—she’s so good,” seungkwan muttered, his voice tight, his hand pressing against the back of your head as he gently rocked his hips forward, fucking into your mouth. jis cock twitched on your tongue, and you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him in deeper, his taste salty and slightly bitter but not unpleasant.

each time she licked over your clit, she would switch it up, teasing little flicks one second and then dragging her whole tongue over you the next, keeping you right on the edge, making your hips grind back against her face. you could feel your thighs trembling, the pressure building up inside you again, threatening to spill over at any second.

soonyoung’s voice cut through your haze, that teasing lilt making your stomach flip. “look at her, seungkwan. she’s falling apart just from your cock and a little tongue action. think she’s gonna last much longer?”

seungkwan groaned again, his hips stuttering as he looked down at you. “fuck… no, she’s—she’s close, isn’t she?”

you couldn’t even respond—soonyoung controlling your movements, seungkwan filling your mouth, and that girl’s tongue between your legs, you felt like you were going to explode, like your body couldn’t take any more, but at the same time, you didn’t want it to stop.

“you close, baby?” soonyoung’s voice was soft, almost mocking, and you could hear the smile in his voice. he knew exactly what he was doing to you, or better, he knew exactly that you were about to cum.

you moaned around seungkwan’s cock, the vibration making him hiss, his hips jerking forward again. the moan turned into a gasp as she sucked your clit into her mouth again, hard, and your body tensed, your thighs trembling as you felt the orgasm rip through you. you couldn’t stop the way your body reacted, your hips grinding back against her face, your moans muffled around seungkwan’s cock as you came, hard, your whole body shaking.

seungkwan groaned, his cock twitching in your mouth as he held your head in place, thrusting shallowly into you, clearly on the edge himself. “fuck, fuck, i’m—”

the second soonyoung’s hand gripped the back of your head, the other wrapping around seungkwan’s cock, pumping him in those slow, calculated strokes—shit, you weren’t prepared for that. seungkwan’s gasp filled the air, startled at first, but he didn’t stop him. no, he didn’t even think about stopping him. instead, his whole body went soft, like he just melted into it, his head falling back onto your boyfriend’s shoulder like he’d been waiting for this his whole life.

and fuck—you couldn’t look away. you tried, you tried to focus on what was happening behind you, but your brain couldn’t process the overload of sensations and the filthy sight right in front of you. soonyoung’s fist was wrapped around seungkwan’s cock, working him expertly, while seungkwan, who usually had the most composure, was falling apart, his chest rising and falling like he couldn’t catch his breath.

you clenched around nothing, your thighs squeezing together as the girl behind you just kept going, her mouth on your clit, her tongue relentless, sucking and swirling until you were gasping, almost sobbing from the overstimulation. fuck, you were so sensitive it hurt, but in the best possible way, the way that had your whole body trembling, begging for release again even though you’d just come undone moments ago.

your eyes locked on soonyoung—your boyfriend—his lips curved into that smirk. he saw it. he fucking saw the way you were staring at him, completely star-struck, not even bothering to hide how turned on you were by him giving his best friend a handjob like it was nothing. “you like this?” he rasped, his eyes flicking to yours. “look at you, baby. fuck, you’re about to cum again, aren’t you?”

before you could even answer, seungkwan’s hand flew back, tangling in soonyoung’s hair, pulling hard enough to make him grunt, while his other hand gripped your boyfriend’s forearm, almost like he needed to tie up himself to something. “soonyoung���fuck, soonyoung…” he moaned, his voice cracking at the end, so desperate it made your stomach twist in knots.

that was it. officially your end. the sight of seungkwan, all fucked out, moaning your boyfriend’s name, and the girl still working your pussy like she knew this was her one shot, she knew this was a rare occasion, so she had to devour you while she could—it was too much. your orgasm hit you like a truck, your body jerking forward, your face buried in the sheets as you came again, hard. “fuck—fuck!” you cried out, your hips rolling back against her mouth, her tongue lapping at your clit like she was trying to suck the soul right out of you. she moaned against you, drinking up every drop of your orgasm, and you could feel her smile against your pussy, like she knew exactly what she was doing.

you barely had time to recover before you heard seungkwan again, his voice high and breathless. “soonyoung, please—i’m—i’m so close—” his hand gripped soonyoung’s wrist, his hips bucking into his hand, desperate for more. your eyes flicked up just in time to see soonyoung’s other hand reach up, his fingers brushing over one of seungkwan’s nipples, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.

the reaction was immediate. seungkwan’s whole body went rigid, his eyes flying open as he gasped, and then he was coming, his cock twitching in soonyoung’s hand as he spilled all over your chest in thick, hot ropes. you watched in awe as he groaned, his cum painting your skin as he rode out his orgasm.

“fuck…” seungkwan panted, his chest heaving, his body slumping against soonyoung’s, completely spent. “fuck, fuck, fuck…”

you couldn’t help but laugh softly, still trying to catch your breath as you glanced down at the mess he’d made on your chest. soonyoung let out a low chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “told you she was good,” he murmured to seungkwan, smirking.

seungkwan could barely form words at this point, just nodding weakly as his body slumped further into your boyfriend’s embrace. “yeah…” he mumbled“she’s… she’s fucking incredible.”

you looked over at the girl who was still on her knees behind you, her lips shiny with your slick. “and her,” you added with a smirk, reaching back to pat her cheek playfully. “she’s so good.”

she laughed, a little breathless but proud, licking her lips as she finally sat back on her heels. soonyoung chuckled, leaning back on the bed, his arms wrapped loosely around seungkwan’s waist as they both caught their breath.

“soonyoungie...” seungkwan called.

“hm?”

“how about you? you didn't.. um—”

“oh! no, don't worry about it kwannie.” your boyfriend brushed off, but you know that his erection was painfully hard.

seungkwan didn’t hesitate, getting on his knees like he was determined to prove something, but the second his lips wrapped around soonyoung’s cock, the room practically stopped breathing.

the girl behind you sucking in a breath too as she watched.

soonyoung’s loud moan broke through the silence, his head tipping back against the headboard, eyes rolling shut. fuck, you’d never seen him react like this, his whole body going tense, his knuckles pallid from how hard he was gripping the sheets.

it wasn’t perfect—not at all—but fuck, the way seungkwan was trying made his heart race. his lips were messy, sliding over soonyoung’s length with more spit than skill, but there was something so hot about how eager he was, how he didn’t even hesitate once he made his decision.

you felt your body tense, your hands gripping the girl’s thighs for support, and she squeezed back, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, “holy shit... are you seeing this?” her fingers suddenly slid down, spreading your legs even wider. you moaned softly, feeling her slip two fingers into your already soaked pussy, your own cum making it easier for her to push in deep. you nearly passed out from the overstimulation, your back arching against her chest.

seungkwan moaned around soonyoung’s cock, trying his best to suck him off properly. you could see the strain in his expression, like he was concentrating so hard, probably mimicking the way his girlfriend usually gave him head but not quite nailing it. still, he was trying, swirling his tongue over the tip and letting out little moans every time he bobbed his head down a little too deep.

soonyoung’s eyes flew open, locking onto you. he looked wrecked, but there was shock in his eyes too, like he couldn’t believe what was happening. his lips parted, his breath coming out in ragged pants, and his hands fisted into the sheets. “oh, fuck—fuck,” he gasped, his hips jerking a little, like he couldn’t control himself.

“shit, kwan,” soonyoung groaned, his voice rough, low, and so sexy, his chest rising and falling rapidly as seungkwan worked his cock. his whole body was trembling, and you could tell he was trying to hold back, not wanting to buck into seungkwan’s mouth too hard.

you leaned your head back, your lips parting in pleasure as the girl’s fingers sped up inside you, curling just right to hit that sweet spot. “oh my god,” you whimpered, your hand flying to grab her wrist, trying to steady yourself as she fucked you harder with her fingers.

soonyoung looked like he was in pure heaven, his head rolling back as seungkwan’s mouth got sloppier, the wet sounds filling the room. “shit, kwan—baby,— wait! not baby, um.. you’re—fuck, you’re—” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, his hips jerking up again.

seungkwan popped off his cock, his lips shiny and swollen, a string of spit connecting his mouth to soonyoung’s length. “am i doing good?” he asked breathlessly, his eyes wide, like he needed reassurance.

soonyoung’s laugh was almost breathless, his head falling back onto the pillow. “fuck—yeah, you’re doing more than good,” he panted, his hand reaching out to cup the back of seungkwan’s head, guiding him back down again. “just—just keep going, like that. just like that.”

seungkwan immediately went back to it, this time a little more confident, taking soonyoung deeper into his mouth. his cheeks hollowed out as he sucked, his tongue flicking against the underside, and you could tell he was really trying now. soonyoung groaned, loud and desperate, his hand gripping seungkwan’s hair tighter as he fought to keep control. his hips jerked again, and this time, seungkwan didn’t even flinch, just took it like he was getting used to the rhythm.

you couldn’t help but moan at the sight, feeling your own arousal build up again. the girl behind you grinned, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, “you like watching him get sucked off by my man?”

“fuck—yes,” you gasped, not even caring how wrecked you sounded. “it’s so—god, it’s so fucking hot…”

she chuckled, her fingers sliding out of you making a wet spurt spill from you, only to push the fingers back in, harder this time, making you whimper. “you’re dripping all over me,” she teased, her thumb brushing your puffy clit lightly, making you tense up and des-tense. “so wet, baby.”

soonyoung’s voice cut through the haze, his moans turning into a desperate whine. “fuck—kwan, i’m gonna—i’m gonna fucking cum—”

“shit, i wanna see that,” you muttered, your eyes glued to them. seungkwan’s hand had slipped down to stroke the base of soonyoung’s cock, his mouth working the tip, sloppy and messy, but so fucking eager it didn’t even matter. soonyoung’s hips stuttered, his breath coming in short gasps.

“kwan—fuck—” soonyoung’s whole body tensed, and then he was coming, hard, his hips jerking up as his cock pulsed in seungkwan’s mouth. “fuck—baby, fuck—” he groaned, his head thrown back, his hand gripping seungkwan’s hair tight as he rode out his orgasm.

seungkwan pulled off just in time, watching as soonyoung’s cum spilled out, some of it hitting his lips, some of it dripping down soonyoung’s cock. he licked his lips, looking dazed and a little proud, like he couldn’t believe he’d just done that.

soonyoung wiped the last bit of cum from the corner of seungkwan's mouth, his fingers brushing over his lips before he grabbed seungkwan by the hair and pulled him into a rough kiss. it was messy, a little clumsy, it was hot. their mouths collided in desperation, seungkwan’s hands gripping soonyoung’s waist, pulling him closer while soonyoung’s fingers threaded through his hair, keeping him in place. their teeth clashed for a second, but neither seemed to care.

you couldn’t help but moan, feeling your body heat up all over again as you watched them kiss, and from behind you, seungkwan’s girl let out a breathy sound, echoing your reaction. both boys paused, their lips still so close, eyes flickering to you and the girl on the bed. their smiles mirrored each other, soft but undeniably mischievous.

soonyoung whispered something against seungkwan’s lips, so quiet you almost missed it, “you were really fucking good, kwannie.”

seungkwan smiled, his eyes half-lidded, looking up at soonyoung like he was in a dream. “thanks,” he muttered back, voice a little shy now despite the boldness of everything that had just happened.

[...]

later, after everyone was cleaned up, dressed, and feeling like they’d just shared the wildest secret, you and soonyoung found yourselves at the front door of seungkwan’s place, waving goodbye to the couple. seungkwan and his girlfriend stood in the doorframe, still glowing from the high of the night, their arms wrapped around each other as they hugged.

“text us when you get home safe, yeah?” seungkwan’s girlfriend said, her voice light but still laced with care. her hair was a little messy, but she looked happier than ever, her lips still shiny from the tangerine lip gloss she’d worn earlier.

“we will!”

you pulled your jean jacket tighter around you, snuggling into it for comfort as soonyoung threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to him. the chill of the night was nothing compared to the warmth radiating from his body. the two of you didn’t speak for a moment, just walking in comfortable silence, your steps falling in sync as you left the building behind.

soonyoung squeezed your shoulder, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your head, his lips lingering for a second longer than usual. “didn’t know i’d enjoy watching you like that,” he murmured with a little smirk. there was still a playful glint in his eyes, but his tone had softened, like he wasn’t trying to tease you this time—just… admitting something.

you laughed, a breathy sound escaping your lips as you glanced up at him. “you mean watching me take control? or watching seungkwan suck your dick?”

he grinned, his nose scrunching up a bit as he thought about it. “both, actually.”

soonyoung squeezed your shoulder, his voice softening a little as he looked down at you. “you okay, though? like… really?” there was a hint of concern in his voice, and you knew he was just checking in, making sure you were really good with everything.

you nodded, smiling up at him. “yeah. i’m good. i mean, it was kinda crazy, but… i’m really good.”

he smiled back, his hand sliding down to rub small circles on your back. “good. ‘cause i don’t want you feeling weird or anything after all that. it was…” he trailed off, searching for the right words. “honestly, it was fun. but if you’re not cool with it—”

“soonyoung,” you interrupted, reaching up to tug on his jacket lightly, making him stop in his tracks. “i’m fine. really. like you said, it was fun.” you grinned, pulling him closer. “and a little weird. but fun.”

he relaxed then, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he wrapped both arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “good,” he murmured against your hair. “i love you, you know that?”

you closed your eyes, letting yourself melt into his embrace. “i know. i love you too.”

there was something so solid about the way he held you, like the two of you had been through crazier shit before and would probably go through it again, but at the end of the day, it was always just the two of you. always.

you pulled back just enough to look up at him, his face lit up in the dim glow of the streetlights. “so… what now? home? or are we grabbing food? ‘cause i’m starving,” you asked, your voice teasing as you raised an eyebrow.

soonyoung laughed, his hand sliding down to hold yours as you started walking again. “food. definitely food. no way we’re going home after that without something greasy.”

“mm, burgers?” you suggested, and he nodded enthusiastically.

“burgers, fries, milkshakes. the whole deal.” his grin was wide, and you could feel the excitement bubbling up again, like you hadn’t just spent the night doing something most people would never even think about. but that was soonyoung—always down for whatever, always keeping things light.

“perfect,” you agreed, feeling your stomach rumble at the thought. and as you walked down the quiet street, hand in hand.

[bring-forth-his-sac]

World of Trouble

Summary: Your Halloween costume leads to a punishment from the man himself...

Pairing: Saviors! Negan x f!reader

Tags: !NSFW! spanking, fingering, p in v penetration, (consensual) punishment sex, Negan being a cocky asshole, orgasm denial, praise kink, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, little bit of cum play ?

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: ok this fic is choppy, janky and just all over the place. I wrote it in a day and a half so it was a complete rush cause I want to get it out for Halloween so yeah, pls be kind

You thought it was funny.

After all, don’t people need a joke in times like this? Isn’t everything bleak enough? That was your reasoning when the idea initially popped into your head for the perfect apocalyptic Halloween costume.

Despite Negan being a man who loves to tell a joke, no matter how risqué or inappropriate the timing, you weren’t sure how Negan would react if he's the butt of one. 

Ever since late August, you had been wavering on the idea. Some nights you were adamant that your choice in Halloween costume would end in you being bound to the fence alongside the dead. 

In the midst of your internal debate, while out on a run, you came across the ultimate sign that set aside your indecision. 

A leather jacket.

It wasn’t an exact replica of Negan’s and it hung loosely on your frame but it was the push you needed. You already had a white t-shirt in your limited closet and you’d pay the few points needed for some black jeans. 

A red scarf was harder to come across but most definitely a necessary piece. Ever since the leaves began to fall off the trees surrounding the Sanctuary, Negan’s red scarf has been making an appearance, tucked neatly in by the collar of his leather jacket.

You had to be inventive, scavenging an old sweater and cutting it up to create a makeshift scarf that at least remotely resembled the original.

And finally, the pièce de résistance. Your trusty companion. Your very own, bootleg Lucille. 

Thankfully barbed wire wasn’t the problem. In the Sanctuary, something like that can be found stored in at least half of the supply closets, hoarded away for the fence or in case the real Lucille needs a quick spruce up.

The real issue was a baseball bat. It wasn’t as if the Saviors were regularly raiding school gyms or stadiums, and so there was hardly any sports equipment for you to choose from.

It was a struggle and eventually, you ended up with a hockey stick that some Savior decided to put into the armoury.

It wasn’t Lucille but hell, it’d have to do.

Everything was ready. You even found some long expired brown eyeshadow and decided to dab some on the bottom of your face so it looks like you have a beard. And so your look was complete, possibly the very first costume to ever exist of your fearsome leader.

And how long did it last?

40 minutes. It didn’t even take a full hour of you strutting around before word got back to Negan. 

When you imagined the impending confrontation, you assumed it would be a lieutenant telling you off as Negan spewed insults over a walkie talkie.

It’s only now, when you hear the low grating noise of Lucille dragging along the ground, growing nearer and nearer, do you realise you won’t be getting off so easily. 

Slowly turning, you bring your hockey stick decorated in barbed wire up to your shoulder, mirroring a pose you’ve seen him do plenty of times.

“Well, ho-ly shit! I don’t know whether I should be smug or freaked the fuck out!” he declares, his gaze wandering down your outfit “you’ve really out done yourself this time, doll”.

You shrug, hoping that if you seem casual about this then he’ll let it slide. “It’s Halloween” you say bluntly, hoping that’s the only excuse you need. 

Some Saviors linger around you both, a mixture of excitement and anticipation radiating from them at your Negan costume and Negan's ambiguous reaction.

“And you thought the creepiest thing you could dress up as is me?” he narrows his eyes at you, subconsciously mimicking your own pose as he lifts Lucille up onto his shoulder. 

You open your mouth to respond but no words come out, a slight sense of dread setting in. A beat of tense silence hangs in the air, thick and charged, as if the whole Sanctuary is holding its breath. 

A deep chuckle cuts through the silence as Negan clasps a hand on your free shoulder. 

“Well, fuck me, I am honored!” he beams “you even smeared some shit on your face so ya look like you got a beard! Now that’s the kind of dedication I like to see from you sorry fucks!”.

He steps away from you, letting his hand drop off of your shoulder as he raises his voice, making sure the others hear.

Relief washes over you. You could feel the tension draining from your muscles at his approval. 

“I love it,” Negan says, his voice growing serious again “but Lucille? Now Lucille here isn’t a big fan of copy cats and that limp dick excuse of a Lucille you got hanging over your shoulder? That shit just makes her see red”.

Any warmth in Negan’s eyes fade. His brows knit together as his mouth becomes a hard line, replacing any sense of humor. “And she thinks this is worthy of a punishment” he adds.

Fuck. 

Negan doesn’t wait around for your reaction, turning on his heels as he barks for you to follow. You do so hesitantly, knowing there’s nowhere to run and that this is something you’ll unfortunately have to face head on.

This isn’t the first time you’ve done something daring while living in the Sanctuary. Although, this is the first time you’ve seen him genuinely annoyed. 

Usually Negan has always appreciated your boldness, especially when most of the Sanctuary’s residents are too scared to even look him in the eye. In the past, you’ve tried to poke and prod at Negan’s authority by complaining about sanitary products costing points or the lack of blankets available to the workers during Winter. 

Grimacing to yourself as you follow behind him, you wonder if you’ve finally taken it too far.

Marching up the flights of stairs to his private quarters, you try to ignore the confused looks of others as two Negan's pass them by. 

Despite knowing you’re in for a world of trouble, a small smirk tugs at your lips, glad to have brought some sense of silly excitement to the Sanctuary.

You try not to show your shock as he brings you to his bedroom, making sure the door is locked behind you. You only take a few steps into the room before you stop and simply loiter there, watching as Negan sets Lucille down by the doorway to the ensuite before going inside. 

“Y’know there are no actual rules about impersonating so I don’t think you have the grounds to punish me” you attempt to defend yourself, setting your fake Lucille against the wall.

“Talking back won’t help your case,” Negan calls out.

You scoff out a laugh as you get distracted by his room. A part of you can’t help but wonder why a man like Negan would want half the things that litter the area: trophies from other people’s past glory, a vase, a houseplant.

“Yeah well, it’s just some fun, it’s—“ suddenly Negan’s there, right next to you with his gloved hand too close for comfort.

He cups your face, squishing your cheeks together as his other hand brings a wet cloth to your face.

“And get that shit off your face,” he does the job for you “my beard ain’t that fuckin’ bad”.

You stay quiet, not wanting the embarrassment of trying to speak with your cheeks squished and a cloth rubbing at your face.

Once he’s satisfied your face is clean, he simply drops the cloth to the floor. Negan looks down at your attire “Well hot damn, good news is my style is incredibly sexy… but no matter how hot you look, thanks to me, you know I can’t let your shit slide anymore, sweetheart”.

You frown, a challenging look in your eyes.

“I’m serious, you’re pissing off too many Saviors with the shit you pull,” he yanks off his scarf, letting it land on the couch “and now, with this, you’ve forced my hand”. 

Next, Negan takes off his leather jacket, inadvertently showing off some tattoos as he delicately places it on the back of his armchair. 

“You know I gotta give you some kinda punishment… but that don’t mean it can’t be enjoyable for the both of us” he continues.

The smirk on his face says it all. 

And just like that, it all makes sense. Of course he would bring you up to his bedroom and not to the cells when this is what he has in mind.

You shrug, some of your spirit returning in the form of a playful smirk “What? You gonna spank me?”.

“You want me to?” He unbuckles his belt and slowly pulls it through the loops of his jeans, the material hissing as it moves. 

Negan has never been a man to bluff.

You try to act nonchalant but you can feel your cheeks heating up. “Maybe,” you play it coy “will you iron off half my face even if I say yes?”.

Now it’s Negan’s turn to shrug. “That depends, this a trick or a treat?” he asks.

Normally you’re not this bold. Maybe leather jackets give people unlimited confidence? That seems to be the only solution as you walk over to his couch and place both hands on the armrest. You bend forward just enough for Negan to see your intent.

You glance back over your shoulder, your eyelids at half mast as you throw him a sultry look. Negan keeps his eyes locked on to yours, his boots heavy on the floorboards as he walks up behind you.

The leather of his glove growls as he places his hand on the centre of your back and pushes you down further. 

There’s no point in ignoring how your pussy throbs as he makes sure your head is against the couch cushions and your ass is up in the air, the armrest providing the perfect support.

“That's what I thought“ Negan praises, his hand slowly making its way down to your ass. 

“And I thought I was getting punished, not a yoga class” you goad.

Negan doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t even wait or let the anticipation of his response build. He goes straight for it, smacking your backside hard enough to leave a handprint. 

A gasp leaves your lips, the sensation more stingy than it is painful. You have little time to prepare yourself as Negan wraps his belt around his hand.

“Just relax, baby,” he instructs softly, his tone in complete contradiction to his actions “and be grateful I’m letting ya keep your jeans on… for now”. 

Despite your thin layer of clothes acting as a barrier, the belt bites into your flesh. The sound of the belt whistles through the air before meeting your ass with a sharp crack. He does it over and over again, alternating between cheeks. 

You hiss at the sudden heat, your body clenching as the pain morphs into a dark, intoxicating pleasure.

“Well, damn!” Negan exclaims approvingly, momentarily stopping “you’re taking this like a trooper, ain’t ya?”. 

He pauses and you wonder if he’s waiting for a response. You swallow, your throat dry from the amount of gasps you’ve let out in such a short span of time. 

But before you can answer, you feel it. Not the belt. Not his hand delivering another slap. This time, it’s him; proud and unabashed as he brings his clothed crotch right against your ass. 

Suddenly, the belt didn’t seem too hard.

“I think it’s about time I see my work of art” he declares, pressing his hips forward to make sure you feel his entrapped boner.

For a man so brutal, Negan’s touch is gentle as his fingers glide around the waistband of your jeans. He lets his touch linger there for a few moments, waiting for your sign of approval. 

You’re well aware of Negan’s ego and how he wants to know just how badly you need him. He yearns to see that raw desire. As much as you want to banter back at him again, your brain fogs with need and you push back against him, your sore ass rubbing against his bulge.

He responses with a grunt as his hands slowly leave your waistband, too distracted to continue. Negan has something else in mind as he gives a slight tug of your hair, gesturing for you to stand upright.

You don’t even have time to turn to face him, your ass still snug against the tent in his pants as he roughly pulls you in for a bruising kiss.

His hand fists your hair, holding you in place as he devours you. Desperately trying to keep up, your breaths come out in short, sharp pants between desperate kisses.

Negan keeps his hand in your hair, using it to manoeuvre you away from his couch and over to the bed. The only time he takes his hands off of you is when the back of your legs hit against the soft bedsheets. 

The second you’re able, you take off your leather jacket, watching Negan follow suit as he begins shedding his clothes.

Your jeans are the worst to take off, the rough denim scratching it’s way across your sensitive backside as you quickly discard it. Once you get to your bra and panties, you stop, wanting Negan to take off the rest.

Negan doesn’t have the same sense of modesty as you, not stopping until he’s completely bare. Sitting back on the bed, you bite your lower lip and shamelessly dart your eyes across his body. 

The dark curls that cover his chest, the tattoos that scatter across his body, the happy trail of body hair that lead you lower, to where he stands erect and proud.

You gulp.

Negan joins you, kneeling on the bed in front of your body as he studies you. With a hum, he shakes his head. “No, this won’t do,” he tuts.

As the words hit you, a wave of self-consciousness washes over you. Whatever excitement that was evident in your face slowly drops away and you do nothing but blink up at him, waiting for Negan to continue.

“Yeah, I’m gonna want to fuck you in the leather jacket,” he elaborates “now that would be hot as all hell and I ain’t letting that jacket go to waste on my bedroom floor”.

You rolls your eyes as you let out a breath. “You fucking asshole” you huff, well aware that Negan was being vague on purpose just to toy with you. 

He chuckles, unable to deny your accusation. “Careful baby, you start insulting me like that and you’ll be getting another spankin” he threatens playfully, though you know he’s being serious. 

Negan leans down, almost hovering over you as his hands gently touch your bra straps. 

“But first, you got more layers to shed” Negan lets each strap fall to your arms before his fingers deftly work the clasp of your bra, the metal giving way easily. 

Without looking where it lands, Negan lets your bra drop to the side. You feel utterly exposed to his hungry gaze, watching as he drinks in the sight of you. 

A groan leaves him as he reaches out, his calloused hands gently cupping the weight of your tits. His thumbs brush over your pert nipples, making your squirm at the contact. 

“You going to play with my titties all day?” You question, hoping to spur him into action.

“It’s a punishment, doll,” he reminds you, bending to the side to pick up your leather jacket “if I decide all I want to do is stare and watch you finger that sweet little pussy till it’s raw, then that’s what’ll happen”.

“And is that what you want?” You ask, trying to maintain any self control you have. Part of you would actually apologize for your costume if it means getting his dick closer to your pussy.

“Nah, I want you to sit back and really think about what you did,” giving the jacket a quick shake, he spreads it out over your shoulder “think you can do that for me, darlin?”.

Making sure the jacket is secure over your shoulders, you adjust it to make sure your tits are still in view. “I guess I could try” you reply in a flirtatious tone, scooting back against the pillows.

“On the bright side, even though this is a punishment, I’m still a fuckin’ gentleman,” he says with a proud grin. 

You're quick to notice how his hands inch up past your thighs and towards your panties. Hooking a finger underneath them, Negan gives a slight tug “So I’m gonna need to loosen you up before I fuck you senseless”.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you gently lift your hips. That cocky smile never leaves his face as Negan slowly drags your panties down your legs. In an instant, they’re gone from view and end up on the floor alongside the rest of your clothes.

Negan’s eyes lock onto your core, unable to help himself as he reaches out and parts your folds.

“Fuck, you’re that wet already?” he says it like a question despite the answer being on his fingertips. You bite your lip as his fingers brush against your wet, swollen flesh. 

With a groan, Negan plunges two fingers into your warmth, scissoring them apart to stretch you out. You moan out, your back arching as he sets a steady pace. 

“Y-yes,” you gasp out when the pad of his thumb finds your clit “keep doing that!”.

Negan curls his fingers upward, targeting your g-spot. The look on his face is like a kid at Christmas, completely elated to have his fingers deep in your pussy.

He adds a third finger, pumping them in and out of you, listening to your moans and gasps to gauge how close you are. Leaning down, Negan meets your arched body and nips at your breasts.

His mouth brushes against your skin as he tuts “C’mon now, don’t tell me you’re about to cum already!”.

You nod frantically, hands clutching at the bedsheets “Yeah, yeah I’m ready, I’m gonna—“.

Negan chuckles darkly and before you can reach your high, his fingers slow their pace.

“Oh, I don't know about that," he pulls his fingers out abruptly and gives your clit a light tap with them "you haven't earned that privilege yet, baby". 

Your mind is in a haze as he licks his fingers clean, tasting you. It takes a few moments for your brain to compute what he’s denying you. 

“I…” you begin but you trail off, your throbbing pussy begging for release “Negan, please, I— I get it, ok?”.

His smile softens slightly and if anything, it only makes you more wet. “I know you get it now,” he agrees, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek “maybe, sweetheart, just maybe… if you beg nice enough, I'll let you cum on my cock instead”.

You take his words as a challenge. Throwing out all sense of pride, you babble on “Please! Y-yeah I just, I need you inside of me, please Negan, I’ll be good”.

Every word goes straight to his dick. 

Negan takes a moment to truly savour the sight of you begging and writhing under him, knowing this is some top notch jerking material he can use at a later date. 

"Now that’s what I like to hear" he praises, positioning himself between your thighs. He grips your hips and thrusts into you in one smooth motion, filling you completely.  

Even though the sudden stretch and fullness makes you feel breathless, you practically shout out “Negan!". 

He pauses but only for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. “Shhhhhhh,” he coos, his tone bordering on patronising “best be quiet before you wake up the wives, I’d hate to make those gals jealous”.

With a low groan, Negan begins to move, pulling back almost to the point of withdrawal before slamming into you once more. The leather jacket beneath you squeaks, each thrust pushing you further up the bed.

You can feel every inch of him, the primal yearning to cum on his cock sounding more and more appealing. Negan’s chest heaves as he labors over you, his body glistening as he works up a fine sheen of sweat. 

He doesn’t know where to look. His eyes dart everywhere, trying to take in each part of your body. Negan watches your face, the desperation to cum etched into each expression. Of course he watches your tits too, seeing them jiggle with each thrust he gives you. 

But his favourite part to watch is how well you‘re taking him. To see how your pussy welcomes each inch, letting him go flush against you every single time.

Bringing his gaze back up to your eyes, he pistons into you. “You’re close, I can feel it” he says with a clenched jaw, trying to hold off. 

“Please!” is the first word out your mouth followed quickly by a gasp as Negan goes for your clit again. His thumb rubs firm circles around the sensitive nub, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

You inner walls clench desperately around his cock and before you know it, everything crashes around you as you finally cum.

It’s as if your whole world blurs together and all you can focus on is his cock deep inside of you. 

Your pussy spasms violently around him, your vision whiting out as you moan loudly. Negan wants nothing more than to feel your sweet pussy throb around him but he knows he can’t hold off any longer. 

He quickly pulls out and thrusts into his hand to finish. His cock glistens with your juices before Negan unloads a thick load right onto your tits. 

You both pant, taking a brief moment to come down from your respective highs.

“Look at those beautiful titties,” Negan breaks the silence, admiring his handiwork “just when I thought they couldn’t look any better”.

Gently bringing a hand up, you run your finger along one of the lines he’s painted. “If I knew this is what the punishment would be, I would’ve pissed you off a lot sooner” you say breathlessly.

Negan hums as he flops down beside you, his eyes glued to how your fingertips play with his load. 

“Maybe you should’ve,” he replies “or maybe this is a sign that we should have some fun like this more often”.

You bite back your smile “Maybe it’s both?”.

“But y’know I can’t really just be going around screwing anybody and everybody,” he continues, making you pause, unsure where this is going “it’s bad for the image, y’know?”.

Your expression doesn’t change.

Negan takes in your confused look, trying to put the pieces together for you. “I mean, I don’t think the wives would appreciate me screwing around… unless, of course, I was screwing around with another wife…”.

“Oh”.

That’s all you feel as though you can say. A part of you immediately tries to rationalise this, trying to convince yourself that you’ve got the wrong end of the stick here. 

“Goddamn, did I really fuck you that hard?” Negan laughs “I’m asking you to marry me, baby, you should be jumping for joy right now!”.

You sigh, bringing your non-sticky hand up to your face “Negan…”.

“Negan, yes?”.

“Negan, I’m covered in your jizz and you’re seriously asking me this?! Now?!?” You exclaim. 

He stops for a moment, taking in your words. “Huh, ok, good point,” Negan grunts as he gets up, giving you a great view of his ass “I’ll go get some towels and you think about it, yeah?”.

Before you have time to reply, he’s walking into his ensuite “And I want an answer when I come back!”. He disappears into the adjoined room, turning on the light.

You lay back, allowing the pillows to practically consume you. The thought passes through your mind if only for a split second.

It wouldn’t be that bad to be yet another wife, would it? All you’d have to do is look pretty and have good sex… and never socialise with anyone else… and only be seen as one of his wives and nothing more.

You close your eyes, hoping that would prolong the impending decision.

Letting out a long sigh, you curse “Fuck”.

[temis-de-leon]

Please make sure to take care of yourself 🥺 Write whenever you feel like it and when you have the time but don't force yourself to write 😤 - Romance Anon

Crush hugging him because of a horror movie - 500 F.C.

Characters: Diavolo x gn!reader

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A/N: Toni Colette, the woman that you are. And thank you Romance, for your never-ending patience <3

C/W: a bit suggestive there at the beginning, pinning, very vague description of Hereditary's ending

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He would be lying if he said having you so close to him, practically sitting on his lap, while moaning a myriad of ‘oh my God’, ‘please, God’ and, his personal favourite, ‘Dia, Dia, Dia…!’ wasn’t affecting him in the slightest. It was, and heavily; he just wished it took place under different circumstances.

Mainly because he was low-key freaking out too, although not as much as you.

Having seen a fair number of sinners, he knew some mortal minds weren’t simple or kind, which made the darkness of life and the suffering of others a rather pleasurable affair for them. It was fascinating, apparently, a broadly studied aspect of human society, and not just one of many media genres, that propelled the pharmaceutical and therapeutic intervention businesses; a cause and a consequence, something that should’ve been avoided or couldn’t have been helped.

And yet, out of all horrors, you chose a demonic possession movie? Were you trying to tease him?

Paimon wasn’t even that bad once you got the chance to meet him properly! He was an erudite whose knowledge covered all the arts, philosophy and science. A friend of Lucifer’s, keen on reciprocity foremost and eager to start a conversation with anyone who offered him the same amount of time and interest as he did. Unfortunately, Diavolo had the tiny suspicion you wouldn’t be in the mood to meet the captivating demon, nor his demanding dromedary, after watching the disturbing movie, but you should really give it a try!

He could still understand you, though.

“Oh, dear” he said in a quiet breath as the boy on the screen slowly turned around and miraculously missed his mother crawling on the walls.

Your eyes, which had been previously peeking between your fingers, closed shut. You turned to press your face against his chest again and he deeply hoped your fear kept you from noticing the rapid beating of his heart and the way his hand closed around your waist to bring you closer. His cheeks burned, not bothering to hide an enamoured smile. There was no use in doing so when you were trying so hard to disappear from the world amongst the creases of his uniform.

Still, you had asked him to watch the film together and he would be more than damned if he disappointed you in such a trivial matter, so he forced himself to look at the screen intensely, even when a naked man loomed from the shadows and the boy had to run away for his life, tripping and falling and barely climbing to the attic on time.

“I have to say, MC” he mustered, eyes open wide as the woman (Annie?) violently banged her head against the trap door while Peter cried in desperation from the other side. “I can’t understand the appeal of watching this. When you said you wanted a movie night, I thought you’d choose something… tamer”

More romantic is what he wanted to say. Diavolo had hoped to understand love from a human standpoint and see what you liked in order to do the same. Rose petals and champagne by the fireplace? Or shopping and dining in the most expensive places in the Devildom? Dancing in the rain? Stargazing? As observant as he was, he had no clue whether you reciprocated his infatuation, so, sadly, he preferred having your full attention on him whenever he showed his feelings; and at that moment not even an emergency would’ve made you let go of his embrace. It's not like he would ever complain about that, anyway.

“I didn’t want to watch the movie alone” you finally whimpered, letting go only enough to look up at him. “And I figured if someone could make me feel protected it would be you”

Your glassy eyes vaguely reflected his speechless expression and, suddenly, he was aware of everything. The weight of your body against his, bringing warmth and comfort, the smell of your clothes and the softness of your skin; your scared pouting and embarrassed blushing. Not knowing what to do with it anymore, he let his free hand awkwardly drop over your calves and immediately almost imploded when you instinctively tucked even closer.

There was no noise for a blissful moment, save for the heavy breathing and the buzzing coming from the speakers, and Diavolo briefly asked himself if a horror movie was still a good background for a love confession.

Then, a wet sound; a sawing motion.

You slowly turned to the gigantic TV, impending doom in your expression quickly morphing into heavy distress when the mother appeared once more on the screen. Your appalled scream almost made him cover his ears before you hid your face in his chest one final time.

“OH MY GOD, DIA, OH MY GOD”

Diavolo just hoped Barbatos wouldn’t ask any questions in the morning.

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[sunflowersandsapphires]

Frank Castle caring for a chronically ill partner

a/n: So whatever undiagnosed disability I have has been steadily progressing and is also aggravated by the extreme summer heat where I live. Today, I had my weekly volunteering slot with our local shelter and almost passed out because I overheated so here are some self-indulgent HCs about how Frank would handle a partner with blood pressure or temperature regulation issues. (Warnings: non-graphic mentions of nausea, dealing with chronic illness, almost fainting descriptions)

HCs below the cut!!

Frank is who I immediately thought of when dealing with this because I think he’d be so comforting in a kind of alarming situation. (Until I was an adult, I’ve never passed out or even come close so it always takes me by surprise.)

Frank is so calm in every emergency situation because of his experiences and military training, and he’d be ready to go.

If this is something you don’t deal with often and Frank isn’t constantly looking for signs that you aren’t well, I think he’d freak out the first time it happens with him. Like IMMEDIATE trip to the ER, demanding the doctors run all the tests, desperate for some answer for why his girl isn’t feeling her best.

But after the first time? He’s a PRO. He knows as much as possible about whatever condition you may or may not have been diagnosed with. Like this man was taking notes, ok? He knows what foods you should be eating, how much you need to drink, medications he should have on hand, what things can cause a flare up, and how to help when one happens.

If you find yourself on the brink of passing out, sort of blinking slowly and trying to decide if your nauseous or overwhelmed, one look at Frank and he’d know something was up. He’d be at your side in a second, gently cupping the back of your head with one hand while supporting your torso with the other.

“Feelin’ off, doll? Let’s get ya sittin’ down. Take a breather.”

Gently leading you to the couch (or picking you up if you stumbled), he’d make sure you were lying down on the softest pillow, feet elevated of course, before grabbing any supplies.

He’d dampen a cloth with cool water, grab a sports drink or something with electrolytes, maybe even a snack if he thought it could help.

“Here, sweetheart, sit up for me? Attagirl. Let’s get you cooled down.”

Draping the cloth over your neck, he’d kneel in front of you, holding a drink to your lips (complete with neon bendy straw) and softly praising you as the blood comes back to your head.

You’d be off your feet for the rest of the day, no point in trying to argue. If you tried to do something as simple as the dishes, you’d be scooped into a bridal carry and carefully dropped back on the couch.

“Don’t start with me, doll. Ain’t nothin’ you need to do but rest. Lemme handle it.”

You might not feel your best, but you’d be damned if Frank didn’t make it better.

[francixoxoxo]

Mermaid!reader x pirate!billy

When his crew notices her and throws a harpoon or whatever at her but none of them could see if it hit her or not (it didnt) and billy is freaking out but he cant act as frazzled as he is in front of them and its almost impossible to let him know shes okay because theyre on the ship so she has to wait for them to dock and billy is sooo relieved

Oh my goddddd he would tweak

𓇼 Iridescent ˚✧ ₊˚

𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞!𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞’�� 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝.

𝐓𝐰: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞

Of course it’s Ollinger, his paranoid ass is practically falling down the ladder to the crows nest and shouting about a mermaid. He’s supposed to be watching his barometer, not looking for mermaids. But he’s a superstitious, paranoid bastard, and he’s trying to kill women like you, women you’re maybe related to, women you could be friends with, but it’s not until the crew is crowded around Ollinger on the railing and passing around his spyglass, and it’s his turn to peer through the glass, and it’s not a woman like you, it’s fucking you.

Billy’s heart is pounding out of his chest, his mouth is dry. You’re laying on the rocks, probably biding your time in the sun and waiting for nightfall to meet him. And you’re beautiful, your iridescent tail is catching the sunlight, reflecting pinks, blues and purples. Your eyes are peacefully closed, lips moving. Perhaps you’re singing to yourself, passing the time. Now isn’t the time to admire you, Billy reminds himself.

“Get the harpoon! Jesse! Grab the harpoon!” One of the men is shouting, a man who boasted about his immaculate aim. His heart is in his knees, and he can’t find the words to protest, his hands are just moving to the back of his head, he’s turning around, pacing a few steps before lifting the spyglass again and looking at you. The crew is clamoring, Jesse’s handing the deadly weapon to the man who’d shouted for it. Can’t you hear them? Won’t you leave? They’re maybe fifty yards front you, why won’t you just swim away?

“Wait, we— we shouldn’t—“ Billy begins, but he doesn’t have a way to finish. His mind is screaming, he’ll do anything, he just can’t let you get hurt. But before he can do anything, that harpoon is flying through the air, the crew is yelling and screaming, it’s going right for you, he’s praying it won’t hit you, Billy’s begging God for forgiveness for everything he has ever done in his stupid life, asking for that harpoon to redirect itself right at his head, ‘cause your life is anything but stupid, and Billy can’t look, he can’t look—

The crew had mixed reactions. Some cheered, some gasped, some groaned. Billy opens his eyes a crack. His heart feels as if it’s in a compress when he see’s the gut-churning crimson clouding the water, you’re gone from the rocks. Somebody cursed that you’d gotten away, another man scoffs in reply. “John hit ‘er, she just got loose. Bitch’ll bleed out anyway.”

The air was being choked out of his lungs, Billy couldn’t tear his eyes from the rocks. He was white-knuckling the railing, the boat was moving too fucking fast, where you’d been was out of view all too soon. He couldn’t see if you resurfaced. The thought of you lying at the bottom of the sea, he could’ve thrown up over the edge of the boat. But he doesn’t dare utter a word. He can’t draw attention. All he can do is rub his palm over his mouth, screwing his eyes shut, and moving to his bunk.

The moment the boat is docked, he’s beelining it to your spot. His hopes aren’t high. Frankly, Billy’s heart is already twisted so tight that it’s fraying, threatening to snap. It’s only when he spots you, beautiful, mesmerizing, angelic, alive, that his nerves soothe. He wants to bawl like a damn baby, fall to his knees in front of you.

Billy does the latter, atleast. He’s kneeling beside you with buggy eyes, reaching for your shoulders, your hair, your neck— his hands settle for cradling your rosy cheeks and pulling you into such an emotional kiss you feel your own heart becoming weighty. He doesn’t even let you get a word in. You try pulling away, breaking the kiss for air, but he just won’t have that. Well, you suppose you have nostrils for a reason, as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and let him lay you down on the sand, leaning over you and kissing you silly.

When you finally break from eachother, Billy’s eyes are actually glossy. He’s really about to cry at the sight of you. Those beautiful azure eyes dart over you after a lingering moment of staring, and his eyes find that gut-churning gash along your side. The harpoon hadn’t impaled you. But it’d still grazed you, opened the skin, left scar tissue. It’s been days, and mermaids heal faster than humans, and yet he’s impossibly gentle in tracing his fingertips over the wound. It’s like he’s afraid that his touch alone will bruise you.

Billy’s finally had a rude awakening. You can be hurt. You can be killed. People in this world want to kill his reason for staying in it.

“Oh, baby, my baby… m’so, so sorry, fuck, you ain’t got a clue. My poor girl, those fucking assholes.” Billy spits those last words. He bows the crown of his head twixt your breasts, staring down at the scar marring your perfect body. It physically pained him to see it. His nostrils are flaring, his blue eyes wide, buggy and darting around to avoid tears. You push your fingers through his hair.

You’ve had a rude awakening as well.

“I didn’t realize that…”

“Folks poach mermaids. Yeah.” Billy breathes, screwing his eyes shut. He rolls onto his back, carefully pulling you on top of him. Your hair is damp, wetting his shirt, as if he gives a damn. “My own fuckin’ crew. Baby, I’m so sorry. I promise I had nothin’ t’do with it, I—“

“But you’re still sailing with them?” You propped your head on his chest, eyes doey and brows furrowed. You hadn’t known that you were something to be hunted. You didn’t realize that there was a reason Billy kept you away from his crew, away from town. His eyes were wide, mouth opening and closing lamely.

Billy wasn’t sure what to say. Jesse was the only friend he had, he’d helped Billy when he desperately needed some direction. But you? You were his world. You were the reason he got up in the mornings, the reason he breathed and lived. So, no, though it took him a moment, there was no hesitation in his voice when he breathed, “M’ done with ‘em, sweet girl. Heard ‘bout another pirate by the name Tunstall, turns out I’ve built ‘nough of a reputation for him to seek me out.”

Your expression had relaxed. Billy felt completely confident in his decision— he’d been mulling it over. This was all he needed to be sure. This pushed him off the edge. He pulled you closer, rolling you both over again with his strong arms underneath you. Billy’s plush lips pressed to your temple, slowly, lingering. “I ain’t gonna put you in danger again. Baby, you gotta listen to me when I tell you that y’can’t do that again. You gotta be careful f’me.”

You furrowed your brows, bright eyes lifting to meet his. Your hand came up to hold the back of his neck. Billy cared. Cared so infinitely, you could tell. He loved you like it was breathing. You nodded your head. “I will be. I promise you.”

Billy sighed in relief, thumping his forehead against yours. His eyelids fluttered shut as he pressed another kiss to your lips, this one more languid than the other. This one just as loving, yet not as anguished. His hand ghosted over the scar tissue on your hip, hoping that the warmth of his palm seeped into your soft skin, erasing the pain. He wanted so badly to keep you from any pain.

Billy would do anything to keep you. He wanted to keep you safe, but he selfishly wanted to keep you to himself. He was determined to love you.

Ok I fixed the formatting to be a fic cuz this turned out longer than I thought 😭😭

[enhaheeseung]

Come back to me - L. HS

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warnings: angst-ish

WC: 1,168k

Part 8 Sorry for the short chap. The next one will be longer with a lil angst and jealousy👀

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“Hey, y/n, I know it’s really early, and you’re probably asleep, but I just wanted to know if you’re okay with me coming over tonight? Maybe we could talk over dinner or watch a movie like we used to just to catch up and talk some things over. I get out of work early, so just let me know!!”

He sent you that message hours ago, and still no reply. Even when he was packing up to leave work, there still wasn’t any word from you, which soured his mood for the whole entire day, needless to say.

He sighed, doing his same boring routine, turning off the little lamp on his desk, getting ready to go home, and just waiting for this day to be over cause nothing good came out of it. You haven’t communicated with him in the past couple of days. His meetings all went like shit cause he could barely comprehend what was going on cause he couldn’t focus on anything but you. All in all, it’s just been rough. He’d seen better days, but at least there was a comfy bed waiting for him at home.

“Early leave?” Jake rounds the corner, nearly running into Heeseung.

“Hmm mm,” he hums softly. The tone of his hum was enough to tell that he was just tired and completely exhausted, and if that wasn’t evidence enough, the eye bags made it obvious.

“You good?” Heeseung nods. “Okay,” Jake gave him a small pat on the shoulder. “Just know I’m available if you need me and Jay too. He can be a dick sometimes, but he’s worried about you even if he’s too prideful to say it,” Jake chuckles, making Heeseung’s lips curve into the smallest smile.

“Thanks, Jake. I’ll keep that in mind. Take it easy tonight, yeah? I’ll see you next week.”

“See you next week,” Jake says, giving a final salute as Heeseung leaves for the day.

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You were pacing for what felt like hours ever since you received that text from your husband or ex-husband. At this point, you’re not really sure what the two of you are, but that’s beside the point cause you were literally on the verge of crying, ripping out your hair out, and vomiting.

Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but Lee freaking heeseung the man you’re still so deeply in love with us asking you to have dinner with him. How could you stay calm knowing he wanted to see you and talk with you?

You’d be lying if you said seeing his text first thing in the morning didn’t make you smile and light up like a Christmas tree.

You were like seconds away from saying yes, yes, and yes, but before you could, you had to rationalize this in your head because wouldn’t that be letting him back in too easily? What if he tried to sweet-talk his way back in? You’re not sure if you were strong enough to say no, especially to his face.

Ugh.

You sighed, feeling a headache coming on. You just decided to ultimately ignore his text cause if he was really serious about you, then he’d be persistent. Saying no to him one time shouldn’t be enough for him to give up on you, and if he did, that would be a sign that he probably didn’t want you back anyways.

Except you wanted to see him so bad, being away from him was hard enough, especially at night. You just wanted to hold him, talk to him, spend time with him, but all that would have to wait until he proves himself and proves to you that he’s truly sorry. You just wish time would go by sooner cause every day without him felt like a month.

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Even past midnight, heeseung was waiting on a message from you, a message that never came.

He sighed in frustration but reminded himself to stay level-headed about the situation, even if it was upsetting and, hurtful and confusing. He had to suck it up. He’s put you through so much worse, and the pain he’s going through right now is well deserved.

So he just continued on his journey to reclaim his spot in your heart, trying his best to focus on the positive even though there were many more negatives.

“Hey, y/n, I’m sure you’re probably sleeping now. Sorry for always bothering you when you’re asleep :( I just wanted to say I hope you had a good day today. I've been thinking of you all day, Couldn’t even get any work done cause I miss you so much anyways. I’ll leave you alone now. Have a good night, y/n. Hope to hear from you soon!”

You nearly jumped from your spot on your bed when you heard your phone go off. You had been thinking about Heeseung so much you couldn’t even get any sleep cause he was on your mind all day and night, even past midnight, and you were still only thinking of him and what he was doing.

You quickly grabbed and snatched up your phone, hoping it was him. As soon as you saw that it was, you squealed, and you probably woke up Sunghoon in the process, but it was for a good reason.

Your heart warmed immediately when you read his text. He was so sweet and thoughtful, and again, you just wanted to hop out of bed, drive back home, and sleep in his arms all night long, but you refrained from doing so, but you couldn’t not reply to his text this time he was obviously putting in the effort, and you didn’t want to seem like you just weren’t receptive of his gestures.

“Goodnight, heeseung,” you typed out and left it at heeseung and not hee cause you didn’t want him to think things were how they used to be or even close he’d have to earn that nickname back.

When heeseung saw your little typing dots, his heart nearly pumped out of his chest.

But first of all, why were you up so late? He frowned. You should be asleep getting your beauty rest.

Although he couldn’t complain when he saw your text, he literally kicked his feet while grinning at the screen like a love-struck fool.

He hearted your message right away. The text itself wasn’t big, but the fact you even bothered replying was enough for him. It gave him hope that there was still a little spark that he could ignite into a flame.

“Just give it time, heeseung, give it time,” he murmured, shutting off his phone, the smile never leaving his face when his head hit his pillow, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like he could finally rest peacefully.

You were wide awake, on the other hand, mind flooded with nothing but heeseung, and you’d definitely be in contact with him tomorrow cause you couldn’t go any longer without seeing him.

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[pedriache]

Ansu fati who has a big ass crush on reader but thinks it’s not reciprocated, and the rest of team teasing him about it cuz it’s obvious they are both whipped for each other

Pluto projector — Ansu Fati.

Pairing: Ansu Fati x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone seems to know about Ansu’s crush on you, but you. The problem was, you felt the same, but he couldn’t see that.

Word count: 775+

Disclaimer/s: Teasing , banter , fluff !

A/N: Bea will posts her reqs in her drafts and not get insecure about her writing… bea will post her reqs in her drafts and not get insecure about her writing.. also why’d i lowk make gavi get abused that’s my bad

Ansu watched you carefully from across the room. You had been helping Taia set up the table, focused on the forks that couldn’t seem to sit straight on the table. Subconsciously, his lips formed a small, endearing smile. You’d always been a perfectionist about the little things.

“Look at the dude.” Gavi quipped, “his eyes on her and suddenly he’s dead to the rest of the world.”

Ansu blinked, his head snapping in the direction of his friends. “What?”

“Yeah, you heard me.” The brunette laughs, “or, well, maybe you didn’t since—“

Rolling his eyes, Ansu straightens his posture. “I heard you just fine.” His body language screamed defensive. Gavi was right after all. The second Ansu had zeroed in on you, his friend’s conversations had fallen on deaf ears.

Raphinha chuckles, “Man, just go talk to her. You look like a freak gawking at her all the time. She’s your friend too, you are allowed to converse with her.”

This coming from the man Ansu witnessed stumbling over his own words when he talked to Taia before they started dating was ironic. Before he could point that out though, your head had whipped in the group’s direction.

“Hey! Somebody come tell me if this is fucking straight or not, please?” The slight irritation at your predicament, had Ansu forcing himself not to smile.

You made him feel foolish over the littlest of things.

“Go ahead Ansu.” Pedri grins, “not like you’d be engaging in conversation anyways.” He adds, just to annoy the boy.

Flipping Pedri off, Ansu stands from his seat and makes his way over to you. You offer him a grateful smile, tugging on his sleeve so he could stand right where you used to be.

“Okay, let me know your thoughts.”

Taking his time, definitely not because your hand was lingering on his arm, he examines the forks position. “Looks straight to me.”

“Are you lying?” You huff, your eyebrows furrowing as you stare at the fork intently.

“I would never lie to you.” Ansu assures you, causing a flush to spread across your cheeks. Only a few feet away, Gavi tips back in his chair, groaning.

It was so painfully obvious how absolutely whipped for each other you were, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh get a fucking room.” He laughs.

Both of you freeze, your heads snapping in his direction to scowl at Gavi. He throws his hands up in surrender. “Geez! Tough crowd.”

“Anyways..” You trail off.

“Sorry, the kid can’t keep his mouth shut.” Ansu chuckles, “but yeah, the fork looks perfectly straight to me.”

You nod, “okay. Okay. Thank you.” You pat his arm and move to the other side of the table to place more forks down and Ansu returns to his seat.

When he passes Gavi, he lightly swats the side of the boys head, eliciting a yelp from him. “Ay!? Not my fault you two clearly were flirting, when will you just, oh I dunno, admit it?” He says through a hiss.

“She..” Ansu clamps his mouth shut, “you’re reading into things too much.”

“Nuh-uh.” Alejandro, who’d been quietly observing, pipes in. “That’s exactly how I acted around the first girl I liked. Admit it bro, you like her. She definitely likes you.”

“You don’t know what.” Ansu shakes his head, his attention returning to watch you. Were they right? Was he just oblivious? Had that lingering touch meant anything? God, he wanted it to.

“You never know until you try.” Raphinha says, patting the boy’s shoulder. “I think you should go for it, all jokes aside.”

“Jokes aside but—Hey!” Gavi whips his head in Fermín’s direction, rubbing the arm that his friend had just flicked. “Why am I being targeted?”

“You’re not helping.” Fermín laughs, “we’re supposed to be encouraging him, not teasing the poor kid.”

“Kid?” Ansu blinks, “I’m literally—“

“So, ask her out tonight?” Fermín interrupts, “or we tell her for you?”

Ansu’s mouth drops open, “I thought you were supposed to be on my side?”

“Sorry, Gavi is right. It’s a bit painful.”

Letting out a long defeated exhale, Ansu rolls his eyes. “I’ll think about it. Give me a week.”

“A day.”

“After our next match?”

“Two days, at the maximum.”

Groaning, Ansu waves dismissively. “Fine. Two days. Give me two days!”

Gavi pats his friend’s knee, “Good luck.” He didn’t say it as a sarcastic remark, but genuinely. “It’ll all go just fine, I promise!”

Now, Ansu really had zoned out of the conversation. He was too lost in thoughts about how exactly he was going to confess. Great. What had he gotten himself into?

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DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[lovelykhaleesiii]

OK I HAVE MORE!

so first of all, FUCK YEAH CHONKY BABIES WITH AEGON! like my own belief is that babies are cute unless they are all chubby and cute and just imagine somebody going like 'oh they are his father's children' as a way to insult both children and father and you just cradle the child closer all proud because your babies are the pretties, how could they not be when they are made by you and their father, aegon!

also oh gods, so. like the appeal to me of chubby! aegon is the fact that as somebody low key insecure about their body, I do feel like I'd just feel understood and also I don't know, I love words of affirmation but the physical proof that this man wants you? I... ugh... so, so freaking hot. like, you mention that maybe that dress isn't for you and he is like fucking you in it because, of course you are perfect in anything if anything that dress isn't deserving of your pretty body.

ALSO YEAH! a nice time in the garden with you trying to be composed because THAT IS VERY MUCH IN THE OPEN, AEGON, your mother's window literally is right over this spot! and also the annoyance at him ripping your dress but also you'd be lying if you said that you don't find it sexy and the urgency that mars his features and the knowledge that he'll keep to his promise to buy you a prettier one because he takes such a good care of you.

and oh gods, I feel like that take onto aemond wanting to leave something behind to you is so good! but also so angsty because he also doesn't want to be like his father and neglecting his son and low key he leaves behind letters in the case, he won't come back to his son, while you sleep after you are fully satisfied.

omg y/n & Aegon’s babies would be the prettiest! perfect mixture of your features and his!!! I would cherish my chunky babies with Aegon so fucking much. I’m not even maternal but the way I’d be so protective over them just like Nyra is with her boys UGHHHHH Aegon just would melt though seeing you cradling and holding his chonky babies!!! He hates how much pain you endure when you give birth tho, cause fuck that would hurt, but you’d do it all over again for him 🥺

yeah I just think he’d be so soft (physically and mentally) he’d be so insecure but overtime he’ll learn to appreciate himself & even use his mass against you (if you know what I mean). I think for me, I just generally am attracted to bigger / taller guys, LOVE A DAD BOD cause I’m a little bit of thicc girl myself 🤭 and I feel like just their body, the idea that they can protect and you feel so secure in their arms makes me feral.

Aemond 🤝 Angst … our poor bubba, he REFUSES to be anything remotely like Viserys. if he hears you’re pregnant, he’d definitely aim to come home in one piece after every battle. he’s switches into a lethal machine when it comes to his family with you.

[astrronomemes]

MISFITS: EPISODE ONE STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the premiere episode of Misfits. change & alter as needed.

“There are people out there who think you’re scum. You have an opportunity to show them they’re wrong.”

“Are you looking to get stabbed?”

“I’ll rip out your throat, and shit down your neck!”

“Don’t act like you know me, ’cause you don’t.”

“This is a chance to network with other young offenders. We should be swapping tips! Brainstorming!”

“I tried to burn someone’s house down.”

“Okay, so I’m a little bit freaked out.”

“We should be dead.”

“You’d know all about being mental.”

“Hey, [name], how’s tricks? How’s the herpes?”

“What if she thinks I’m shit in bed? She’s been with loads more people than I have!”

“Why would anybody want to kill us?”

“Something’s happening to me.”

“What, you don’t want to hear about my anus?”

“Oh, and who’s gonna believe you, eh? You’re nothing.”

“It’s a shame more women don’t commit crime.”

“Face it, man, it’s gonna happen. It always does. It’s biology! ...Or physics. One of those.”

“That stuff will shrivel your dick.”

“Don’t puke in my car. Do not puke in my car.”

“Have you been sniffing glue?”

“Of course I think it’s bullshit! You don’t need to be a mind reader to know that!”

“This just gets better by the second.”

“Maybe he’s on crystal meth. I mean, that stuff makes you crazy. My friend [name] did it, she nearly shagged her own brother—and he’s really ugly.”

“Well... I’m no doctor, but... you see the way the back of his head is caved in like that?”

“It doesn’t matter what we tell them! They’ll say we’re lying!”

“If there’s no body, there’s no crime.”

“I’m pretty sure this breaches the terms of my ASBO.”

“I don’t want anyone to know. I cannot be a freak.”

“Probably best to keep that kind of thing between you and your internet service provider.”

“Do you actually believe that, or are you just really dumb?”

“What if we’re meant to be, like, superheroes?”

“In what kind of fucked-up world would that be allowed to happen?”

[chobit92]

The Quarry: Part Four

Warning: Miscarriage

(Travis is sat next to a hospital bed, he looks at Mara lying in the bed asleep. They bought her in here about half an hour ago. They haven’t said anything much to him. He has since handcuffed her to the bed. He can’t have her running away. A nurse walks in and smiles at him.).

Travis: How is she?

Nurse: She’s very lucky.

Travis: I didn’t realise it was that bad.

Nurse: Well she lost a lot of blood and she has an infection. It was lucky you bought her in when you did. She could have died.

(Travis looks down.).

Nurse: She also had a large amount of Ketamine in her system. Do you know if she’s a drug user?

Travis: Um...I don’t know. Would that have caused her to lose her baby?

Nurse: It’s hard to say. Do you know her name?

Travis: Um...Mara.

Nurse: Just Mara?

Travis: I haven’t got a last name. I arrested her and that’s all I got. Well that and a load of ranting and raving that didn’t make much sense.

Nurse: Oh.

Travis: Has she said anything?

Nurse: No. She’s been out of it most of the time. Poor girl.

Travis: When can she leave?

(The nurse frowns.).

Travis: Just...I need to know how long I need to be here and whether or not I need to call colleagues to take over.

Nurse: She’ll need to stay overnight at least. Are the handcuffs really necessary?

Travis: Yes ma’am.

Nurse: I highly doubt she’s dangerous. Let me know if you need anything. Coffee machines just down the hall.

Travis: Thank you.

(Travis sits there and sighs. He looks down at his hands. Even though he’s washed them several times he can still see the blood on them. He looks back up at Mara and sighs again.).

 (Mara wakes up and blinks several times. For a crazy moment she wonders if it was all a dream. But she knows it wasn’t. She realises that she is no longer in a cell. She goes to move and realises that she is handcuffed to a bed. She swallows hard and looks around wondering where she is. Maybe that cops taken her to his secret dungeon so he can torture and kill her. She then sees him sitting in a chair, he looks asleep and she frowns. She hears beeping and sees a monitor. Is she in a hospital? That doesn’t make sense. Why would the cop kidnap her but then take her to hospital? She struggles with the handcuffs pulling at them then trying to pry at them. She sighs and pulls on them again. They make it look so easy in the movies to escape. She lifts her leg then kicks at the bed frame trying to break it. The cop wakes up and stands up.).

Travis: Hey, hey! Calm down.

Mara: Get away from me you creep!

Travis: Stop it.

(He grabs her leg and she hits him with her free hand. He grabs her wrist tightly and slams it down on the bed leaning over her.).

Mara: Help! Help! He’s trying to kill me!

(He puts his hand over her mouth.).

Travis: I am not trying to kill you. This isn’t what you think.

(She tries to speak but its muffled then she bites his hand.).

Travis: You bitch!

(He steps back and looks down at his hand which is bleeding.).

Mara: Where am I?

Travis: Hospital.

Mara: Why?

Travis: I bought you here. You wouldn’t wake up and you’d lost a lot of blood.

Mara: Why did you bring me to the hospital?

Travis: You needed medical attention.

Mara: So you kidnap me, fill me drugs, kill my baby then take me to fucking hospital?

Travis: You don’t understand. I’m not...This isn’t...

(Mara is crying.).

Mara: Fucking freak.

(There is silence for a moment.).

Mara: You’re not very smart are you?

Travis: What?

Mara: I’m gonna tell them everything. I’m gonna tell them the kind of man you are.

Travis: You don’t know anything about me.

Mara: I know you’re a rapist. A creep. I know you drugged me and kidnapped me and my friends.

Travis: You don’t understand.

Mara: You keep saying that. What is there to understand?

Travis: You have no idea what is really going on here.

Mara: Then tell me!

(She is sobbing now.).

Mara: Tell me why you drugged me and locked me up! Tell me why my baby is dead!

(He sighs and sits back down.).

Travis: I didn’t rape you. I didn’t. I wouldn’t.

Mara: Bollocks.

Travis: It’s the truth.

Mara: How can I believe you? You’re clearly capable of anything.

Travis: I’m in just as much trouble as you are.

Mara: What’s that meant to mean? Start making fucking sense or I start screaming!

(He sighs.).

Travis: You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.

Mara: Try me.

(He says nothing. She sighs angrily.).

Mara: My baby is dead because of you! And you can’t even explain yourself?

(He is staring at the floor.).

Mara: Look at me!

(He looks up at her.).

Travis: I don’t want to hurt you or your friends. I never wanted this to happen. You should have gone to the motel like I told you.

(Mara frowns. She heard Laura and Max talking. Something attacking them in the storm shelter.).

Mara: Why? What did Laura and Max find in that shelter? Is that what this is about? They saw something they shouldn’t?

Travis: You could say that.

Mara: Stop being so damn cryptic! You said you didn’t want to hurt us. You said you didn’t rape me so what is this? Tell me!

Travis: I just need you to know that I’m not the enemy. However much I seem to be. And I am sorry about your baby.

Mara: I don’t believe you.

Travis: I didn’t think you would.

Mara: You can’t keep us locked up. I’m gonna tell the nurses what you’ve done.

Travis: I would rather you didn’t.

Mara: Of course you would.

Travis: Your friends would never be found. They would starve.

Mara: How? They’re at the police station in Hackett’s Quarry.

Travis: Nope. You tell the nurses if you want. But if you do, you kill your friends.

Mara: Rubbish.

Travis: Your friend Max, he needs help. He won’t get it if I’m locked up.

Mara: Oh just give up. You are not getting out of this!

Travis: There is more to this than you know. You’re friends need your help and I need their help.

Mara: Yeah, right.

Travis: You tell them what you want. But you will be condemning your friends if you do.

(Mara lies there staring at the ceiling. This has to be bullshit. He’s just trying to get away with this.).

Mara: You’re lying. You’re just trying to save your own ass.

Travis: This is all of our asses. You need to trust me.

Mara: Trust you? Would you trust you if you were me?

Travis: No. Probably not. I get it I do but you don’t understand.

Mara: Then talk to me. Tell me what I don’t understand. You’re not even making sense. You’re just trying to mess with me!

Travis: I’m not. They probably won’t believe you anyway. They found Ketamine in your system.

Mara: Ketamine? So that’s what you drugged me with.

Travis: They don’t know that. I’ve already told them. You’re a junkie. I arrested you because the leader of the summer camp caught you with drugs. When he said he had to report you, you got violent and punched him.

Mara: Liar!

Travis: Who do you think they’ll believe? A junkie who’s just lost her baby, or the Sheriff of North Kill and the respected and loved leader of a children’s summer camp?

Mara: Huh. Friend of yours is he?

Travis: Yes. He’ll back up my story. So...You tell them the truth. Your friends die and you get labelled a mad woman. It’s up to you.

(She glares at him. He has to be bullshitting but can she take that chance?).

 *

 (Mara wakes up. Damn. She let herself fall asleep. She looks around. She is still handcuffed to the bed. She sees the cop still sat in the chair. He has his eyes closed. She finds herself lying there going back over their conversation. She wonders what he meant by all that rubbish about her not understanding. Ah he’s probably just trying to avoid prison. She closes her eyes and finds herself thinking about her baby again. Tears sting her eyes and she sighs. The cop gets up and walks over. She suddenly feels his fingers brushing over her cheek. She flinches away from him.).

Mara: Get away from me you pervert.

(He sighs and looks down.).

Travis: I’m not a pervert.

Mara: Then why are you touching me up?

Travis: You’re upset.

Mara: Oh I wonder why. Some nutter is holding me and my friends hostage and I’ve lost my baby.

Travis: I’m sorry.

Mara: Of course you’re not! You just don’t want me to tell anyone!

Travis: No. I don’t. But I’ve never hurt anyone. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m just trying to save everyone.

Mara: What? Oh just stop! You going to save my baby are you?

Travis: That wasn’t my fault.

Mara: Yes it was! You drugged me! You killed my baby!

(She sobs.).

Mara: Just tell me what you want!

(He takes out a syringe.).

Mara: So now you’re going to drug me again?

Travis: I can’t have you running your mouth off to the nurses.

Mara: You fucking freak.

(He moves towards her and she lashes out hitting him. He grabs her wrist and she struggles.).

Mara: Help! Hey!

(He covers her mouth with his hand then sticks the needle in her neck. She struggles for a few seconds then relaxes. He moves back putting the syringe back in his pocket.).

Mara: Bastard.

(Her eyes close and she goes still. He sighs and sits back down. He pinches the bridge of his nose and tries to come up with a plan. He wonders how long she’ll have to be in here. Hopefully the nurses discharge her soon and he can somehow get her back to her cell without any fuss.).

[venturesofviolentviolet]

Sad girlz are the prettiest aren’t they?

Romanticize my slit my throat era

The blankest stare

Words won’t even slip out

Can never say what I want to say

Cause we all have anxiety

But not everyone’s lying to you just me

But truth sounds different to you and me

So what is there to say

You’re bipolar when you want to be

But when I’m bipolar it’s just me

Cause for someone who says they know

You don’t seem to get it at all

If it’s convenient for you

I’ll say nothing at all

——————

I don’t want you to look at me when we’re alone

Cause when we’re not it feels like you’re looking everywhere else

and whether or not it’s on purpose

Or happening at all

Nothing I say could make me feel better

Because nothing you say will convince me

Cause no matter how many stories you tell

I watched your eyes

And if I tell you where your eyes go

You will tell me they never moved at all

Even if you have to say they were closed

Which they weren’t

But I get closer and closer to being convinced

That I’m going crazy

And I don’t know what eyes even are

And suddenly I’m not thinking about eyes at all

I’d rather sit here with my throat for a moment

Because I don’t know what’s real

So I’ll focus on the one thing I know

Which is that I can feel my throat

And my chest hurts

And my eyes are sore from

Crying

But don’t look at me now

You’ll throw off my whole balance

I’ll unnaturally stretch

And avoid eye contact

And I’m stretching my calves

With my mind having no where to go

Because I have nothing to say

And I can’t even pretend to be your friend

Because my head is fucked up

And talking and not talking makes it worse

And I’m slowly slipping back under

And no matter how many times or how many ways I say it

It never stops it from happening

And you should be the one person I want to talk to about it

But when we’re together I just feel alone

Cause if I said what I was thinking

You’d freak out

There’d be a fight

And nothing would be resolved

I’d still be anxious

And you’d still be completely innocent while saying I’m sorry

And you’d ask me for the millionth time what will help this

And I’ll say how if I knew I’d be doing it

And I’ll feel bad for being depressed

Which only makes it worse

And we’ll go round in circles

And maybe things will change

But probably they’ll just stay the same

And I’m not sure how much more numb I can be

Because I’ve exhausted most of my mind

And there’s no where else to go

But I’m not getting better

And no amount of reassurance from you could change my mind

When my mind has already declared you an enemy

And I know I love you

And I know I don’t love being alive

And I know I don’t know what love is

But if I do it might hurt more than I can bear

But being alone is a gnawing hunger

And love is more like a deep abyss

I’m more comfortable in one of those

But it’s not about being alone

It’s about if I’ll ever be happy

And I worry if you’ll be happy too

But when I feel like this

I wonder if you’re the reason I’m unhappy

Or if I’m just latching all my anxiety onto you

————-

I feel like the ugliest girl alive

And when I see your eyes follow them

It doesn’t confirm it

It just confirms how little you care

If you can so flippantly look at another girl’s body

Like the movies we watch

Girls delivered to your eyes in perfect shapes and colors

For you to stare and fantasize and lie about

Because the truth makes you uncomfortable

That you have no control over your hunger

Cause sexuality was made to benefit men

And they seldom question it

And have no reason to

Cause they haven’t experienced our side

And wouldn’t want to

Imagine if women devoured images of men in the same way

Having to hide their eyes away from where they would look if not being looked at

Because even if the most beautiful man, completely naked, walked past me

I wouldn’t stare

Or have reason to

But lust for women is unnatural

Men can’t look away

And they are ashamed

But not ashamed enough to stop

And you can blame hormones

Or social media

Or brain development

But it’s happening

And I see it

And I am deeply uncomfortable

Because the way men stare

Makes me never want to be stared at again

Because your eyes tracing my body parts feels like disrespect, and dirty, uncontrolled thoughts

Not a compliment to my figure

Because if it was a compliment

You wouldn’t have to look away when caught

And it wouldn’t make us uncomfortable

But men don’t care about our comfort

As long as their eyes get to endlessly look wherever they want

Because it is comfortable to them

To constantly demean us by treating us like cattle on the auctioning block

Pulling at our lips to see our teeth

And greedily laughing at the sick joke

Every woman bent over is a natural target

Anyone in tight clothing

A small waist

A pretty face

Just something

To stare at

Because blood is more valuable to the penis than brain these days

Unless the algorithm is wrong

What would I know

Just a girl forced into the trade

Who sells ass and face as my most prizeworthy possessions

Because as soon as my period started

A man told me so

Even when it was illegal

And even when I said no

So why am I so quiet?

Because no one listens

So what’s the point

And to the men who say

What about us?

We’re victims too

When the comics of buff men were made

You drew them

And even though girls talk about dick sizes

You won’t catch us looking

Or trying not to by looking away

Or subconsciously or consciously looking more than we should

Are we who we are or who we chose to be or who men told us to be?

Would this ever cross my mind if women wrote the history books?

Maybe I’d have a man just as self conscious as me

And maybe it would be my turn to tell them their anxieties are not real, and not my problem

And I’d laugh extra hard at the hot man’s jokes at work

And watch movies written by women, for women to drool over men’s bodies endlessly

And if a man complained, I’d say I wouldn’t know

Cause I wouldn’t know

[mountttmase]

Hi my loveeeee🩷🩷🩷

I'm soooo excited for this, the holiday begins 🤭🤭🤭

THE MUFFIN MAN

WELL Y/N THATS A PRETTY PLACE, YOU SHOULD GO😌

‘Okay good. Now what’s it’s gonna take for me to convince you cause let’s face it you know I always get my way’ he laughed and you rolled your eyes cause you knew he was right. You were still unhappy about the amount of money it would cost him but if he was stupid enough to offer to pay for you then why weren’t you accepting? Chances like this didn’t come around very often and you knew you’d be miserable sat at home watching everyone else have fun. EXACTLYYYYY TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOUR RICH BESTIEEEE

‘So I have a confession’ he laughed and you knew you were about to hear something you wouldn’t like. ‘I’d already paid for you. I was hoping to try and convince you nearer the time’ he confessed, laughing like a small boy who’s just been caught with his hand in the sweet jar and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him endearing. IF HE IS NOT THE CUTES MAN IN THIS WORLD

‘I wanted to talk to you about something else too’ you asked carefully, not wanting to startle him but your conversation from last night was still playing on your mind. P

OMG OK

‘This little arrangement we might have going on’ LITTLE ARRANGEMENT🤭🤭

‘But I might not be sat next to you’ Y/N...COME ON, HE HAS EVERYTHING PLANNED OUT

‘Oh muffin, I made sure you are’ he drawled, causing you to roll your eyes at his cockiness. EXACTLYYYYY

SHE IS GOINGGGGG😌😌😌😌 BUT I HAD NO DOUBTS AT ALL OBVIOUSLY

HER GOING THERE EARLY THATS ME AHAHHAHA

I'LL NEVER GET OVER ABOUT HIM CALLING HER MUFFIN, I SWEAR, IT MELTS ME EVERYTIME

You let him know you’d meet him outside the shop you were in and as soon as your eyes met his you felt your heart thud in your chest. He looked so cute in his comfy clothes and even though his hood was up you’d recognise him anywhere. I CAN PICTURE HIM 🥹🥹🥹

OMG THEY ARE SOOOOOOO TOUCHYYYYYY🤭🤭🤭🤭

HER FRIENDSHIP WITH CARLY IS SOOOO CUTE🥹MY GIRLS

‘I just wanted everyone together’ he laughed as you all pulled away, watching Carly make a beeline for him so she could pull him into her arms. You knew she was saying something to him but you weren’t quite sure what so you went round and said hello to everyone else. MASON, STOP OR YOU'LL MAKE ME CRY,AND CARLOTTAAAA WHAT DID YOU TELL HIMMMM

You watched on as he shrugged his bag off to pop in the overhead locker and you knew your face was probably bright red now as you caught a glimpse of his tummy when he reached up to shut the compartment. YESTERDAY'S PIC

He was playing with his fingers absentmindedly before he looked up at you and your heart almost broke at the vulnerability in his eyes. ‘I’m not the best flyer. I might not be the best company unless you can think of a way to distract me’ OH BABY BOY

‘We can distract each other then’ he offered and you nodded back. Unable to form a proper sentence for some reason as his chocolate eyes were making you feel fuzzy. SHE MAKES HIM NERVOUS 🤭🤭🤭🤭

You grabbed your clasped hands with your free one, pulling both into your lap before resting your head on his arm and you felt him give a little chuckle before leaning into you a bit more. His head resting on top of yours as the plane sped up which caused a small whimper to fall from your lips. CAN I HAVE THIS WHEN I HAVE TO TAKE A PLANE???

You felt him press him lips to the top of your head, leaving them there as you squeezed him as hard as you could and by the way he was squeezing you back you knew he was scared too but the way he’d seemed to of pushed that to the side to comfort you made you smile even though you felt like you were about die. HIM ACTING STRING FOR HER HAD TO BE MY FAVOURITE THING 🥺🥺🥺

‘You don’t need to be sorry, honestly it’s fine. Sort of took my mind off of me being freaked out’ CUTIE PIE

‘Do you mind?’ He asked quietly, nodding down to your linked fingers, a small smile taking over his face as he gulped nervously. ‘I think I still need the emotional support’ OMG I'LL OFFICIALLY START CRYING

‘Of course I have’ you winked, reaching for your iPad and he looked at you with a curious expression. AHHAHAHAHAHA OMG NOW IM THINKING ABIUT THE CONTRACT IN 50 SHADES OF GREY

‘But I like kissing you’ he pouted, the crease in his eyebrows more pronounced than you’d ever seen it. I GASPED AT THIS

‘No cuddling after and no sleeping in each others beds’ SHE HAS STRICT RULES

‘No sex with anyone else’ you told him and he looked back at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world. ‘No teasing, playing games or flirting with anyone else’ HE IS JEALOUSSSSS

‘No feelings. At all. The friendship comes first. Deal?’ YEAHHHHHHHH OF COURSEEEE

OMG THEY SIGNED IT AHAHHAHAHA I LOVE YOU LOZ

She knew you hated talking about money though so thankfully she avoided the topic and soon enough you were pulling into the drive of a huge villa. OHHH, THIS CAN BE CONSIDERED A SPOILER? 🤭

‘I think the three couples should take the rooms upstairs and y/n and I can take the two downstairs. That way the two single people don’t have to listen to you lot getting it on at god knows what time’ YES MASON, OT MAYBE THEY WON'T LISTEN YOU TWO????

‘That does make sense’ you laughed, secretly hoping everyone else agreed as it would make yours and Masons little arrangement a lot easier and you could tell from the little sparkle in his eye that he’d been thinking about this for a while. NAUGHTYYYY GIRLLLL

‘Come on, Y/n. I’ll help you with your stuff’ he winked before nodding his head in the direction of the stairs. ‘We can all meet back here in like an hour or so?’ I LOVE HIM AHHAHAHA

‘Can I kiss you?’ He asked timidly and even though you were a little shocked, you knew you’d have to let him down a bit. I GASPED HARD

‘Yeah I know it’s against the rules but I feel like we’re being super awkward with each other and it might ease the tension a little’ he explained, kicking yourself that you’d be so transparent. SILLYYY

‘One kiss’ he smiled, standing up slowly and once he was close enough you rested your hands on his chest as he gripped your hips. YEAHHH JUST ONE

He started out pressing a kiss to your cheek, a smile breaking out on your face as he slowly peppered them towards your mouth before he finally popped a quick peck on your lips. I JUST LOVE HIM

‘Well don’t, you’ve got as much right to be here as everyone else’ I NEED A MASON TO VALIDATE ME DAILY PLEASE

You should've known it was a bad idea as soon as you started shopping. Mason never taking his hands from your body as you gathered everything from your list and it was safe to say he was driving you wild. He always seemed to have to get something from next to where you were, moving you to the side with his hand on the small of your back or reaching around you with his lips on your neck. MOUNTTTT BEHAVE

‘Sorry, that last kiss wasn’t enough for me earlier. I need a little more’ he winked and you couldn't help but smile. Truth be told you needed a little more too so you let him get away with it. NEEDYYYYYYYY

Mason spent most of the night with his arm casually slung around your chair and whilst it meant and looked like nothing to everyone else, you felt yourself turn shy at the small gesture. He picked up on it too, eventually pulling his hand away to place on your knee discreetly but that just made you feel even more shy so after a quick squeeze he kept his hands to himself. HE IS A BIG TEASE OMG

He was your friend, nothing more than that and there was no way he should be acting like the other boys were with their girls but you so wished he would. THIA MADE ME SAD AGAIN TODAY🥺 IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN SOON LOVE

‘You tired or do you wanna hang out for a bit when we get back?’HANG OUTTTTT SUREEEE

‘What’s wrong, Muffin?’ He asked gently. ‘You know we don’t have to do anything-‘ I FEEL SOFT FOR HIM

‘I get that’ he breathed, kissing the top of your head. ‘They’re all over each other aren't they? sometimes I just wanna tell them to let each other breathe’ he chuckled. ‘Don’t feel bad though, you’re mine this week okay? and I take care of what belongs to me’ JUST THIS WEEK??????

‘I’m just a little nervous’ you whispered. ‘I know we’ve had sex before but we were drunk and practically fully clothed. What if you don’t like-‘ OH SHUT UP, HE IS IN LOVE WITH YOU

You weren’t sure what was happening but when he reached for the neck of his top and pulled it off you weren’t sure where to look. 🫠🫠🫠🫠 LET THE FUN BEGINN

As soon as it was off, his eyes were looking over you hungrily as he bit his lip hard. His reaction boosting your ego slightly before he stood up and pulled you with him so he could unbutton his trousers and take them off. You’d seen him in shorts before but looking at him in his fancy green boxers was a whole other story and you felt your mouth go dry. LOZ OMG, I THOUGHT THERE WAS BLACK BOXERSSSSS

He was taking his time, slowly brushing his lips against yours as his hands travelled down to your bum. Gripping it gently as he began to knead it and you felt your knees go weak from his touches. ITS THE FACT THAT HE IS BEING SWEET WITH HER AND NOT GETTING THERE IMMEDIATELY

SHE TOOK HER BRA OFF🤭🤭🤭

You could tell he was happy with what he was seeing, his eyes raking over your chest as his bottom lip got trapped in between his teeth but he wanted you further up the bed. Nodding his head to encourage you to move up and into the centre before he knelt in between your legs. OK HERE WE ARE, ARE WE READYYYY???

‘Well, I was thinking. Why don’t you show me what you like’ he asked, eyes slowly trailing over your body before looking back into your eyes. ‘And I’ll show you how I like it’ WOOOOOWWWWW🫠🫠🫠🫠 I GASPED

‘I know it seems scary, but once we get going you’ll be fine’ he reassured, leaning over to place a soft kiss to your lips. ‘And I promise I’ll take good care of you after yeah?’ He spoke against your lips. HE'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF HER🤭

It’s like you were in a trance, your eyes watching his hand go up and down, drinking in the noises he was making before his free hand reached for yours in an attempt to position it where you’d follow suit and even though your cheeks were burning you went with it. Shutting your eyes as your fingers brushed over where you needed some relief. OMG OK🥵🥵🥵🥵

THE FACT THAT HE COULDN'T WAIT OMG🫠

‘Mase?’ You asked, looking up to his blood red face that was full of embarrassment and when his eyes finally met yours you felt your tummy drop. He looked humiliated and scared, like you’d were about to throw him out for cumming too quickly but that was the last thing on your mind. OMG MY HEART DROPPED, BABY BOY🥺

‘No it’s not, Jesus Christ’ he interrupted, his hand scratching the back of his neck. ‘You can tell it’s been a while huh’ he laughed awkwardly, grabbing his shirt so he could clean you up a bit. ‘There you were worrying I wouldn’t like what I saw, you’re too attractive clearly. My dick can’t take it’ AHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH I LOVE HIM

‘I had whisky dick last time. Normally I can’t even get it up when I’ve had that much to drink so the fact I fucked you is actually pretty impressive I’ll have you know’ he laughed shyly before slipping down next to you. ‘Look just lay back so I can finish you off yeah?’ HE IS SO SILLY

‘Well I do. Won’t leave any of my customers unsafisfied with my service’ he winked, a strange feeling settling in your tummy at his words but in the end you just laughed him off. MOUNT...NO😭😂

‘Oh I don’t think so’ he whispered, leaning down so he could place a kiss on your lips ‘remember last time? I said I wanted to take my time with you but we couldn’t. So I’m gonna take my time with you now okay?’ THE BIGGEST TEASE ALIVE

OMG OK

BESTIEEEEEEE

THAT WAS PERFECT LITERALLY

I LIVED HOW HE DID EVERYTHING TO CONVINCE HER AND THAT HE HAD ALREADY PAYED FOR HER

WHEN THEY MET AT THE AIRPORT AND HE WAS SUPER TOUCHYYYYYY????

THE FLIGHT PART? YOU ALREADY KNOW I WAS GOING TO LEVE IT AND IT HAPPENED

THE RULES, I LOVED THEM AHHAHAHAHA, BUT I KNOW THEY AREN’T GOING TO RESPECT ANY OF THEM

I LOVED HOW THE TTWO OF THEM WANTED TO SLEEP ON THE ROOMS DOWNSTAIRS 🤭

AND HIM BEING SUPER TOUCHYYYYYY WITH HER IN PUBLIC

THE SMUT? THE GREEN BOXERS? HIM PUTTING HER FIRST AND WANTING TO KNOW WHAT SHE LIKES? AND HIM CUMMING AND FEELING EMBARRASSED??? OMG

I LIVE HIS SWEETNESS HONESTLY 🥹 MY CUTIE BOY

PERFECTION LOVE🤭🤭🤭🤭

CAN'T WAIT FOR WEDNESDAY AT THIS POINT

THANK YOU FOR THIS WORK OF ART🩷🩷🩷

I LOVE YOUR FEEDBACK SM

Thank you so much 🥺 he was ready for her to go before she’d even said yes and he’s just SO excited he can’t keep his hands off of her the silly boy 😂

We love Wednesdays in this house 🩷

[talesfromawannabewriter]

As the fates allowed it, Adam did manage to conceive Lucifer's young and gave birth to twins, both boys. Whom he gave the names, Cain and Abel. They were the first of the many, many children he had over the years. Though it was hard he managed to raise his children to the best of his ability, he cleaned them, fed them, and taught them to read and write to the best of his own capability. Show them the difference between right and wrong.

Most importantly though was that he loved them all in equal amounts as a mother should. Despite the angels telling Adam this was meant to be kept a secret he couldn't hide it from his own children. He told them that sometimes he was a man, a woman, but he would always be their mama. That's what he was, even after losing two of his children and the heartache that was caused by his own feeling of failure as a parent. He was still made to follow through on his responsibilities, by the time his body was too old to have babies anymore Adam had given birth to over nine hundred children. To which those children were given a significant other of their own when they reached adulthood and made many grandchildren.

Adam died when he was nine hundred thirty years old and ascended to Heaven. Centuries passed and after Lilith was caught trying to cause an uprising against Heaven Adam was given a new title and responsibility. Commander of the exorcist's army, which then leads us to the current problem at foot. Adam was expected to destroy any threat to Heaven so when the daughter of Lucifer tried to cause trouble, he went down on extermination day and destroyed her hotel. But not before over half of his girls were killed by these so-called salvageable sinners. He held the princess in a vice grip, though he wouldn't kill her merely scare her into giving up this idea.

Charlie: l, let m, m, me GO! 

Adam: While this fight was cute and all, it’s time to die, with the rest of them!

Next thing Adam knew he felt a heavy hit to the side of his face as he flew toward the skylight. Breaking through and falling into it. He got back up and out even with half of his mask destroyed

Adam: ok seriously how many more of you little freaks do I have to fight?!

Lucifer: Oh, I’m the only one that matters because you and your army came down here, messed with my daughter, and now I… A, Adam!?

Before this moment, the two had no communication, the exterminations and any other details had been done by the queen.

Adam: Lucifer, I should have known you’d show up, okay you are lying bastard you wanna finish this then let’s fucking end this once and for all

Lucifer: Adam please I don’t want to hurt you!

Adam: really? Strange cause that’s all I want to do to you!

Lucifer: why didn’t I know you were the head exorcist?!

Adam: uh cause maybe your wife was the one who handled all the meetings regarding this! 

Lucifer: Listen, just listen to me!

Adam: NO! I’ll never listen, every time you open your mouth, and I listen bad things happen, for me specifically! Do you have any fucking clue what I had to go through because of you?! All the pain and hardship I had to face because I was forced outside the garden! To think some people think YOU suffered! Well, I’m about to make your suffering come true bastard! 

With that, the two fought in the skies Lucifer did his best to make sure Adam wasn't hurt but still managed to knock him down into the earth and create a crater.

@kittenfangirl20

Mother of Humanity

Adam sat underneath his favorite tree in all of Eden. The one where he and Lucifer would spend their time under the shade laughing, talking, and sometimes even singing together. Nowadays he would go to when he needed a place to think. It had been about a month since both Lilith and Lucifer left, and a month since the angels had decided what to do with the stake of humanity on hold. Lilith was meant to be Adam's wife, the mother of humanity. Instead, she chose to throw all of that away while taking Lucifer with her.

That left them with a difficult decision, should they make a new woman? For what if she turned out exactly like Lilith and abandoned her duties as well? And the next one, and the next one, what if no matter how many times they try to create a new woman she would turn out the exact same? Then like a flash it hit them, they already had a loyal human who could play that part without question, Adam! Now, some might be confused, Adam was the first man, the future father of humanity, his body was not meant to carry children only produce.

That was when they got the most genius idea to become a woman. Only half the time though! By day he would be a man and at night he would be a woman, Eve, they would call him when in that form. They explained however that when he was finally blessed with a child, for nine months he would be stuck in his Eve form. Then when the baby was finally born, he would return to his natural form. Until night fell or the blessing happened again.

The angel's crisis regarding the true beginning of mankind was over and humanity would finally blossom and spread Earth. When Earth was finally suitable for humans until then Adam and the first generation of humans would stay in Eden. So long as they followed the one rule of course. As for Adam, he felt conflicted, though he always did dream of getting to become pregnant, it was always his angel who fulfilled that wish as they started a family. He loved Lucifer, yet he chose that horrible, horrible witch over him. Not to mention that the elders didn't even bother with asking him what he thought or what he wanted, they simply gave him this new responsibility.

Now he sat in his Eve form, and he looked the same, he now just had a vagina, large breasts, that were slightly bigger than Lilith's, a curvaceous backside and torso, long brown hair, and no facial hair whatsoever. All in all, it was Adam but now as a woman. Yet one feature of his body never changes his warm brown eyes. He sighed once more staring up at the shining rays of the moon. That's when he heard it, 'swoosh' 'swoosh'. The sound of heavy wings descending, he stood up prepared to greet one of the elders, hopefully, Sera, when he gasped. In the distance, a familiar angel stood with a familiar-looking woman. Not wasting any time, he sprinted his way over to the couple.

Adam: LUCI! LILY! OVER HERE, ITS ME!

The two turned in shock as a woman came tumbling toward them. Assuming it was Adam's new bride that they both heard of being created they stood to attention. Lucifer stepped forward ready to greet the second woman when he was cut off surprised by the second woman scooping him into her arms and giving him a great bear hug. He blushed as his head was smushed in between her sizeable bosom. It caused Lilith to stare bitterly at the sight. Once Lucifer was out of her hold he looked up at her beaming face. His brows furrowed as he saw tears start to fall from those strangely familiar eyes. Yet the smile still remained

Adam: Oh Luci, I missed you so much! I thought you were gone forever. The angels told me you wouldn't return, but you did, you really did. It doesn't matter though I'm just so glad you're back! You finally came back, for me, right? Because you know I love you, right?

Lucifer's eyes widen to the sizes of dinner plates, this woman not only acted as if she knew him since forever, but just declared her love to him.

Adam: Luci? What's wrong Lucifer?

Lucifer: (gulps) How, how do you know my name?

Adam: Luci it's me, I know I don't look like myself, but it really is me. It's your best friend Luci

Lucifer took a full minute to scan her face trying to see if she was in any way joking or lying. It was when he started to really stare deeply into her eyes, those eyes. Now he knew why they looked so familiar, those eyes, they were, she was,

Lucifer: ...Adam?

@kittenfangirl20

[luvleekaotix-imagines]

Buttercup Reader x 141 things

This is just a brain dump of… dumb shit I think is cute. AAAAAAAAAA. 

⋄⋄⋄ Ghost ⋄⋄⋄

💀  The relief and/or pride this man feels when he sees you making a proper cuppa one day. Like, thank god. It does freak you out that Ghost is kind of watching you intensely while you’re making a tea, but you figure out what’s happening before you finish. He approves! From then on, if you know he’s around, you’ll make him a tea if you’re having one and very occasionally you’ll find a thermos on your desk with tea in return.

💀 Ghost learns about you mostly by watching you. You tend to want to fidget if you’re trying to work problems out and you do have various fidget toys on lying around your working space - the most complicated the issue, the more fidget-y the toy. However, one day he sees you walking up and down a hallway tricking a fucking butterfly knife in your hands (it’s just a blunt hobby one). Before he can say anything, you yell “It’s fake, big annoying problem need big stabby knife.”

He for some fucking reason finds the phrase hilarious , but he doesn’t show it right away. Instead, when you’re helping operate comms, the chatter turns to knives and Ghost says, “Well, sometimes a big annoying problem needs a big stabby knife-”

You are annoyed at him for awhile, that is until he placates you with a simple “You wanna learn how to throw ‘em?”

Fine, you can forgive him for now, you guess.

💀 Price makes you go out to do annoying acquisition meetings sometimes. A lot of military gear you have to go check and purchase and almost all of the sellers or previous owners underestimate you solely because of your callsign ‘Buttercup’. Most end up being okay in the end, some are just straight up dog shit and stay dog. So Price sends Ghost with you to the worst of them, because people tend to listen to you when Ghost is looming behind you with a death stare. 

💀 You don’t do field work, so you don't have a use for a skull balaclava, but you do find a skull pin on your desk one day, which is nice. :>

⋄⋄⋄ Soap ⋄⋄⋄

🧼 Soap likes to lift you up. Like, he just, likes to lift you??? Bear hug and swing you around, piggy back rides - even in the gym, sometimes he’ll nag you into sitting on a weight plate and he’ll do some reps with a big dumb ass grin on his face. The ego on this man. Why is he so strong?? Stop.

🧼 While we’re at it, Soap is also the one who gets you work out on a semi regular basis. You hole yourself up in your office a lot because you do desk work mostly, but he encourages you to go out for a run with him a few times a week at least. It’s a nice gesture and it does help your mental health a lot. Sometimes when he sees that you’re really riled up, he’ll make you throw some punches either at him or a punching bag. If you are fucking awful at it, he doesn’t say a thing about it. You are not a frontline soldier, your strengths are elsewhere, this is just to help you work out some energy.

🧼 Your workshop is littered with little notes. Sometimes its from you hastily scribbling shit not to forget, sometimes its a note cause people couldn’t find you, most times its Soap leaving you a doodle of something. Your favourite one that you have stuck on your main screen is one of a lil smiling buttercup and a lil smiling bar of soap. :>

🧼 One day you ask him to teach you some Scottish phrases and god he gets such a fucking kick out of you trying to fucking do the accent. The others find him roaring with laughter at your attempts and your face is burning from embarrassment, but the two of you find it a lot of fun. Now these phrases are like little in jokes, others kind of don’t understand, but you know what they mean.

🧼 After while you also get to call him Johnny, if you’d like.

⋄⋄⋄ Gaz ⋄⋄⋄

[WHY ARE THERE NO GIFS OF GAZ?????????? GUYS??? HE’S SO FINE THO]

❤ You and Gaz bond through food, honestly. He gains favor with you using snacks. He figures out your favourites the fastest out of everyone. He is also the one who makes sure you’re eating something during your project crunch times because sometimes you’re so focused in your work you forget to eat. Gaz is also probably one of the best cooks in the 141 and definitely the best of Bravo Team. If he’s cooking you know you have nothing to worry about.

❤ Gaz is your MRE buddy - as in if there are any times where you guys have to have MREs and you have different ones, you’ll exchange bits and pieces with each other or just share the good bits. He also shows you some typical ways soldiers mix shit together to make it interesting to consume. Its equal bits horrifying and interesting to be honest.

❤ Collectively you and Gaz know the most trivia out of the 141. You just have so much useless knowledge between the two of you. Everyone knows not to put the two of you together if there is any kind of trivia games because then you absolutely would win, but when you’re put in separate teams, it just ends up being you and Gaz going head to head. Trivia games are just… outlawed eventually because its not fun if you and Gaz are involved.

❤ If you fall asleep in weird places and find a blanket on you, it’s probably from Gaz.

❤ Gaz is the first one to say ‘that’s our Buttercup’ and it catches on. Whenever you’re praised they say ‘Our Buttercup’ and its just so nice :>

⋄⋄⋄ Price ⋄⋄⋄

🔥 You interact with Price the least out of Bravo Team at first. Its a mix of him being busy, but also he’s the Captain and you see him as your Boss-boss, so you’re a little professionally intimidated from interacting with him the way you do with the others. This changes when one day you catch him outside having a smoke and he asks you to sit and have chat with him. At first you think you’re in trouble, but when the chat is just… shooting the shit, you realise he’s trying to get you to warm up to him. You relax a lot more around him, still professional, but a lot less scared to say ‘hi’.

🔥 Price doesn’t quite understand how connected you are to a whole load of networks until one day when he gets frustrated that one requisition request he has keeps getting knocked back. To be fair the requisition is going to a team that Price pretty sure has a chip on their shoulder because of Task Force 141. There were actually quite a lot of other PMCs that didn’t look upon the 141 favorably even if they had to work together on occasion. You ask to take a look at the requisition brief and you hum. “Okay, leave it with me.” Price doesn’t know what you go to do, but he does know the order is approved and he gets it within the week. He does not ask what happened.

🔥 The captain is actually the best person to talk to when you’re not feeling the best. He has been through so much and is a phenomenal leader. When you have any concerns, Price is always there to listen and it doesn’t feel like he’s doing it to placate you. He genuinely listens and talks things out with you. “We’re a team.” He reminds you of that often and with his leadership it does feel like it.

🔥 Price catches you being cold one day and you get a nice scarf and gloves as a gift. You jokingly say “Thanks Dad,” and he just says “At least one of you kids appreciates it.”