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jambalaya-enthusiast · 27 days ago
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dude- i keep thinking about how the crew would react to reader just flirting with them randomly then cutting themselves off and just saying “WHAT WHO SAID THAT”
MAN THESE GEN Z PEOPLE—Crew Members x Reader who flirts with them and randomly yells WHO SAID THAT???
a/n: sorry guys, ik I've been late on this, especially sorry anon, this ask has been in there for WEEKS now. long story short, life happened. Im not graduating this year, my brain made me do not fun stuff which ended in me getting a concussion and being put on new meds. I chose the meds cuz it was either this or a trip down to the psych ward. tmi sorry lol. dw I'm back to writing tho.
warnings: none, goofy ahh fic
CURLY
He is one those himbos who is also kind of a country bumpkin so he's just confused above all else.
Whenever you flirt with him he is always smiling ear to ear.
"damn curly you're so hot, but i could still eat you without breaking a sweat–,
"awh y/n that's—
"WHO SAID THAT?????"
curly 404 has stopped working
he doesn't understand any gen z memes so he'll just stare at u like this: 😀?
JIMMY
annoyed. plain simple annoyed.
he is no better than curly, "memes are for people who have time for enjoyment". Ahh
He'll be grinning, being proud how you're skirting with him and then you go with that fuckass loud yell.
"jimmy you should let me borrow a kiss ;)".
"you know damn right, c'mere-
"WHO SAID THAT..WHO SAID THATTTTT?????".
Y/N WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
Is annoyed for the rest of the day,
"this is why you don't get kisses you dork ass moron".
ANYA
Her heart just drops in her stomach whenever you yell that in her face😭
You've done it so many times yet she always somehow falls for it.
"Anya you're so sweet i could eat you up anytime".
"hehe y/n you're so–
"WHO SAID THATTTTT????"
she'll just drop on the spot 😭
SWANSEA
He has made you sign a literal written agreement that you will not be pulling off that stupid stunt any further.
Gets extremely fucking annoyed like you can see it on his face.
"lookin' damn fine swanbae ;)– WHO SAID THAT??????
"I am going to SMACK you kid".
Doesn't talk to you for the rest of the day
DAISUKE
You both compete with each other in order to see who can catch the other off guard the most in a day.
So the other crew members basically hear the disembodied yells of WHO SAID THAT throughout the day.
Swansea sometimes has to put you both on timeout when it gets out of control.
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ifwebeinrealfics · 4 days ago
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luigi mangione nsfw alphabet!
A- aftercare
he would make sure you feel comfortable and loved and not want to leave your side.
B- body part
such an ass man. he loves to tease you all day long by squeezing and resting his hand on your lower back all day.
C- cum
he loves to mark his territory and cum all over your face or stomach. he’s so
proud of his work and loves seeing it displayed all over you.
D- dirty secret
he loves a good fuck but he LOVES when you take control and make love with him for as long as possible.
E- experience
i get such mixed vibes from
him. he’s either this innocent nerd who gets nervous around women or the “best at pick up lines” and has been around the block a few times. either way he makes every time feel special and like your his one and only.
F- favorite position
oh he is a pillow princess. he loves when your on top because it takes the tension off his back, and he lovesss missionary so he can look you in the eyes while your having sex.
G- goofey
depends on the mood. if you guys are making love he likes to take his time definitely whispering sweet nothings in your ear and praising you. if it’s a quickie he loves to tease you and make you laugh lightening the mood.
H- hair
Happy trail!!! he keeps it clean but not fully shaved. trims it up leaving just a little left.
I- intimacy
he loves to make love to you for as long as he can go for. he loves making you cum over and over again.
J- jack off
he dosent do it often but when you haven’t seen eachother in a while he just imagines fucking you.
k- kinks
pretty vanilla but he loves praising you and telling you how good your doing. he loves when you take control too.
L- location
anywhere. when you guys are in the mood he’ll do it anywhere, but when you want to take your time and make love he prefers the bed because it’s the most comfortable for both of you.
M- motivation
whenever you wear anything showing off your ass or tits. he loves to tease you relentlessly. he also finds it so sexy when your talking about your day and just having a deep conversation
N- no
he would never have sex in a public space, but anything your not comfortable with he won’t do.
O- oral
HE IS A GIVER. he loves when you go down on him but he would eat you out for hours and hours. helping you get off and focusing on giving you all the attention is what gets him off.
P- pace
he loves to take his time when you have sex making you feel every movement
Q- quickie
he prefers to make love and take his time, but if you say the word he’ll fuck you right there.
R- risk
he’s not the most adventurous, but he’s not above bringing you to the car for a quick one before family dinner
S-stamina
he can’t go for too long because of his back but he loves to go until he can’t anymore.
T-toys
he dosent use toys often because he simply doesn’t see the need for them.
U- unfair
this man LOVES to tease you none stop. especially if your somewhere he knows you can’t do anything about it.
V- volume
loves hearing your moans and sounds,
but he’ll let out his own groans and whimpers when he’s into it
W- wildcard
He loves when you’re talking about your day and having an intellectual conversation. he finds it so sweet and pure yet it also makes him so turned on.
X- x ray
oh this man is packing. definitely above average and thickkk
Y-yearning
he has times when he’s really in the mood, but sex is a very regular occurrence for you
Z- zzz
he makes sure that you feel comfortable before he goes to sleep.
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halucynator · 1 year ago
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False Fronts
part 1 of 4
Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader
Warnings: fake dating, arguing, not proof read and my writing 😔
Summary: Being asked to fake date someone to get a petty ex off their back is the worst possible way of being friend-zoned. You, however, were willing to take any chances to get as close as you could to Theodore Nott.
there will most definitely be a part 2
i will absolutely credit @berryzxx for helping me and giving me ideas for this haha
sorry if anyone's name is Jess ily i swear mwah <;33
he's such a cutie tehe
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4: fluff angst
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You were going about your usual business, wandering the empty corridors of Hogwarts. The prospect of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, particularly with Umbridge as the professor, filled you with dread. Determined to delay your arrival as much as possible, you lingered, reluctant to head to your lesson.
As you strolled through the corridors, distant murmurs reached your ears. Tracing their origin, the faint echoes evolved into a heated dispute—a boy and a girl embroiled in a passionate disagreement. Step by step, you closed the distance until their fervent voices became distinct and clear.
"Look, Jess, it's over. O-V-E-R." You could hear the boy say to someone who you could only assume was called Jess.
"But I don't want it to be over! I still love you! Please, I'm sorry!" The girl, presumably Jess, begged.
"Well, you should've thought of that before you went and cheated on me." His response cut through the air, chilling in its icy tone, sending unwelcome shivers down your spine. Whoever he was, his disdain for Jess was palpable. His voice was unmistakable, you having heard it all your life. You knew who it was.
He sauntered off, leaving both Jess and you dumbfounded. Peeking around the corner to catch a glimpse of the boy, you inadvertently crashed into the very person—Theodore Nott—you were trying to observe.
As you collided with Theodore Nott, his demeanor shifted from the tense confrontation to one of mild surprise, his dark eyes locking with yours in an unexpected encounter. You stumbled back a step, catching your breath as you met his gaze, both of you momentarily stunned by the abrupt intersection.
"Y/N," Theodore uttered your name, a flicker of recognition dancing across his features before settling into a composed mask. "Sorry about that. Didn't see you there."
Your mind raced, trying to process the scene you'd just witnessed. His confrontation with Jess seemed far more serious than a typical teenage quarrel. Sensing your curiosity, Theodore's expression shifted a glint of something unreadable in his eyes.
"Listen," he started, his voice lowering to a hushed tone as if sharing a secret. "I need a favor, and I think you might be the perfect solution."
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, unsure where this conversation was heading. Theodore hesitated for a moment, collecting his thoughts before continuing.
"Jess won't leave me alone. She's been causing a scene ever since things ended between us. I need... I need someone to help me out, to pretend to be with me, just to get her off my back. It's purely for appearances, nothing more."
His request hung in the air, unexpected and oddly intriguing. Theodore Nott, asking for your assistance in a situation as serious as this. You weighed his words, contemplating the implications of what he proposed, your mind swirling with questions about why he'd chosen you for such a peculiar task.
"Please. I'll ask nothing more of you. Just some PDA. Slight touches, whatever you're comfortable with."
The allure of being close to him warred with the fear of playing a role in a situation that could easily spin out of control. Yet, despite the inner turmoil, a glimmer of hope danced in your chest—an opportunity to be near Theodore, even if it was only as part of a facade.
You'd been friends with Theo for what felt like forever. He trusted you, and that meant a lot. Sure, there was that fear of being stuck in the friend zone, but when you thought about it, the chance to help him seemed more important. He wanted this, and he was your friend. So, yeah, you wanted to be there for him.
After a moment's hesitation, you gathered your resolve and nodded in agreement, your voice surprisingly steady despite the fury of emotions raging within you. "Alright, Theodore. I'll help you out."
A flicker of relief crossed Theodore's face, a barely perceptible shift in his expression that hinted at gratitude. "Thank you, Y/N. I owe you one."
As the weight of your decision settled in, you couldn't help but wonder about the implications of what you'd just agreed to. Theodore's proposal was both thrilling and nerve-wracking, and the realization that you were about to embark on a fake relationship with someone you genuinely cared for made your heart race with both anticipation and anxiety.
Theodore glanced around, as if to ensure no one else was nearby, before leaning in closer. "Let's meet later today and discuss how we're going to pull this off, alright? Preferably somewhere private."
Nodding in agreement, your mind raced with a million questions, but you managed to offer a reassuring smile. "Sure, Theodore. I'll be there."
As he walked away, you were left standing there, your mind spinning. The whole idea was thrilling, but it also felt like stepping onto a rollercoaster without knowing the twists and turns ahead. For now, all you could do was wait and meet up with Theodore and realise the depths of the situation you just put yourself into.
Either way, this fake dating thing just became your reality, and you had no clue where it would lead.
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆。・:*:・゚★,。*:☆
hello, hi! read part 2 here :))
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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 1 year ago
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Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet
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We made sammy one, we gotta make dean one! This was also requested by an anonymous user! Enjoy!
Rating: MINORS DNI!! 18++
Warnings: Its NSFW thats a warning enough;)
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A= Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
Dean is definitely a cuddler, He is always holding you and making sure you are okay. You come first in his mind.
B= Body part (Their favorite body part on themselves and their partners.)
Dean's favorite part of his own body is his smile. He knows he could get what he wants in seconds with one flash of it. On his partner he loves their thighs and mostly when they are around his face ;)
C=Cum (What does he do with it. I AM disgusting)
Dean loves when he sees his cum all over you. Your face, your stomach, but he loves it when it drips out of you.
D=Dirty talk (How much do they dirty talk?)
This Man's mouth is DIRTY, he could get you on your knees in no time.
E=Experience (how experienced are they?)
Dean is definitely experienced to say the least, so rest assured he knows what he is doing.
F=Favorite position (goes without saying)
Cowgirl- Dean is a SUCKER for this position. He loves when you take him how you want him, plus a face full of tits? Yes please.
Doggystyle- Dean loves looking at you taking him, pounding into you to show you who you belong to.
G=Goofy (how goofy or how serious they are in the moment?)
Dean can be goofy or serious. Depending how you both feel or the heat of the moment.
I=Intimacy (How are things during the moment, romantic aspect.)
Deans eyes never leave your body, his hands are on you at every moment.
J=Jack off
Dean gets off at least 4 times a week, his sex drive is high and when he isn’t around you he has to release that frustration. Maybe even calling you for some sexy phone sex ;)
K=Kinks
Dean loves to be dominant with you, but what a lot of people don’t know is that he loves to be dominated by you. He loves when you take control over him and take what you need.
He also has a knife kink… he doesn’t get why he does but just the thought of having it out against your skin or his skin… he loves it.
L=Location (where you guys would do the deed)
Dean would do it anywhere you would be game to do it at, but his favorite is in Baby the sweet 67’ Impala…. Mostly when you give him road head.
M=Motivation (what turns him on, or gets them going)
Dean loves seeing you in his flannels… plus eating pie, having whip cream all over your face? He is ready to pounce.
N=No (Something they wouldn’t do, or turns them off.)
ANYTHING that hurts your or puts you in harms way. You are his world, he won’t let that get hurt.
O=Oral (do they like giving, receiving, both?)
Dean LOVES giving you head, eating you out like a cherry pie. Your his fav flavor though.
Dean loves when you give him head, it relaxes him instantly.
P=Pace (Are they slow? Fast? Rough?)
Depends on Deans mood, he loves taking you rough and fast. But he loves being nice and slow.
Q=Quickie (Their opinion on it, how often would they have one)
Dean is always up for quickies, anytime you both need one he is up and ready.
R=Risk (Are they risky)
In deans line of work, risk is dangerous. But if your down…so is he.
S=Stamina (how long can you last? How many rounds?)
Sessions with a Dean are long, hot, and heavy. You can take 3 rounds but Dean… he can make you do as many rounds he wants.
T=Toys (Do you guys own toys? Do they use them?)
You guys explore with vibrators and sometimes restraints.
U=Unfair (How likely would they tease?)
You would be the one that would be a tease, Dean would definitely have his way with you later ;)
V=Volume (How loud are they)
Dean breathes heavy, low growls and grunts
X=X-ray (what’s going own down there)
Dean is beyond average���he is definitely bigger than most guys.
Y=Yearning (How high is their sex drive)
Deans sex drive is VERY high, you can’t deny that.
Z=ZZZ (how fast he would fall asleep)
Dean would wait till you were taking care of and asleep before even getting comfortable. You come first.
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thepersonnamedsam · 2 years ago
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hiii, love your stuff<33 could I maybe request a gen z reader blurb where after getting in a crash due to a mechanical issue everyone worries about her and she’s pissed because she felt seen as weak and vulnerable?? THANK U SO MUCH
life goes on
pairing: genz!driver x '23!grid and some seb cameo
summary: see request :)
word count: 2.1k
warnings: crash, blood, injury, anger issues, tears (idk if that’s a warning), media talks bad about genz!driver, foul language
note: thank you so much for the request!! i am not quite sure if i should write the genz!driver stories in a you pov or a she/her pov, what would you prefer, please let me know, ty :))
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It started with a bad day. FP1 was shit, FP2 was also not great. Her day was just not great. Free practice 3 was better, the car had finally responded to her again. In the first two laps, everything went smooth. She was already singing Smooth Operator in her head. But suddenly the car stirred, luckily she saved herself and didn’t crash, but she did retire from the session.
Her engineer and her sat together for Qualifying. She told him everything she noticed whilst driving.
„I feel like the steering wheel is not responding on time. It’s like it’s two seconds delayed, which is not good.“
He nodded and wrote it down on a notepad. „I feel like there’s nothing we can do, I can check with the mechanics, but qualifying is in two hours, which may not be enough time“, her race engineer told her. She sighed. The last two days were bad for y/n, she hasn’t slept good for at least four days. She nodded and told him that she’d be in her drivers room.
As qualifying started, she only got in one good lap before she had to retire. She was right, her steering wheel indeed had a slight delay. Which made turning corners very hard. She ended Q1 in P19, her worst result in qualifying yet. She was disappointed, in herself and in the car.
Her mechanics tried to fix the issue until the race started, but with no hope. She prepared herself for the race, knowing it would not be an easy one. She was scared, like scared shitless. She tried to call Sebastian during Q2, but he did not pick up. Opting for a quick text, she asked him to call her back as soon as possible.
Lewis heard what happened to y/n car during Q1 and wanted to comfort the young driver. With long strides he went to her motorhome. Her engineer just pointed to her drivers room as soon as he saw Lewis approach him. Three short knocks. Her head snapped up as the door opened. Lewis was standing there, looking pitiful and held his arms out.
„Are you okay, darling?“, he asked her as she nuzzled her head in his shoulders. She let her tears fall freely. Shaking her head she told him how she felt. „The steering wheel is delayed, which is so difficult to drive with and also dangerous. But my mechanics can’t fix it, they don’t know why it’s happening and a whole reboot of the system would take too long! I’m scared, Lewis. I don’t know what to do.“
His hand firm on her backside, he just held the young woman. Telling her to retire to not cause a crash would’ve been the best thing. Tell her to refuse to race. But he didn’t, knowing the girl and her ambitions. She would race, no matter what. She didn’t want to be seen as weak or even worse, girly.
She was girly, but not in the sense of racing. She was just as ‚manly‘ as the other drivers.
„I know that you will make the right decision about the whole situation“, Lewis told her. Oh, how wrong he was.
Q3 was finished with Verstappen on pole, as always, Perez on P2 and Leclerc on P3. Happy to see Charles starting this high, she went into the race with somewhat a good feeling. The first three laps were okay, she sank down to P20, DeVries overtook her with ease on the second corner, as she slowed down as much as possible to control the car. But the longer the race was, the more angry she got. It was not fair, the steering wheel was just not responding.
On lap 24 y/n’s car crashed. In corner eight, her steering wheel stopped working. Instead of a turn, the car just went straight into the pit wall. The front wing smashed against the wall, squashing it against her own car. Her head was spinning. What just happened?
„Red flag, the FIA just announced a red flag in corner eight. Seems like y/l/n crashed. Let’s hope she’s fine.“
Several team radios went through.
„Charles, y/n crashed in corner eight, there’s a red flag, be careful.“
„Lewis, there is a red flag.“
„Be careful, Max. You are approaching corner eight where y/n has had a crash.“
And many more. Everyone was concerned. What has happened? What did she do to crash her car like that. Was she responsive? Responsible? What was going on?
„y/n, please respond. The race has been stopped. What happened?“, her race engineer tried to speak to her, she was non-responsive.
„What the fuck, what happened?! Is she responsive? Are the medics on their way?“, Lewis was the first to address the situation. „We don’t know, we don’t see any medics yet, Lewis.“
And as Max pulled up to corner eight he hopped out of his car. He ran towards hers and yelled for her, to show him a sign that she was still alive, without a response. He was worried, he was always worried when someone crashed, but he was extra worried when she did.
„y/n! What happened? Are you okay? Please give me a sign!“, he tried it again, with no luck. He saw her helmet move, the flashy colours moving from side to side. „Ach godzijdank Ah, thank god“, he mumbled.
The medics arrived and ushered Max to the side. Taking her out of the car and laying her on a spinal board. Transporting her into the ambulance.
She was devastated. It was not her fault she crashed. But the media didn’t know that. They would accuse her of crashing yet another car. That she wasn’t good enough to be in Formula 1. They would report about her as if she wasn’t a human being and just something they could play with. They would talk about her like a doll. It was not fair.
Meanwhile on the paddock the talking began. Lewis was the most worried, he should’ve just told her to refuse racing. What if she suffered a serious injury? Like a neck or spine injury and couldn’t race anymore. It was his fault, that’s what he thought.
Lando was worried too, not really knowing what happened, he was just worried. She could be injured. The minutes went by without any news from her. They were hard for Lando.
Even Checo, who wasn’t usually a companion of y/n, was worried. He didn’t see what happened, but he heard from Max how the crash looked - bad, it looked bad.
„We hear from the medics; y/n is okay. At least that. Let’s hope the race will continue without another crash.“
Lewis released a breather, not knowing he heals so much air in his lungs. He was glad y/n was okay. He still felt bad, always feeling responsible for her. And now that she crashed, his head was spinning with gut wrenching thoughts and worry.
The FIA announced the green flag and the race continued without y/n. When she got back to her garage, her motorhome, she expected a angry team principal, angry mechanics and engineers, expect she was greeted with relieved sighs and shoulder droppings. Her engineer was the first one to embrace her. He told her how sorry he was and how everything was definitely not her fault.
She was still angry, no points, no race, no happy ending for that day. Everything was shit. She had a shit day that race. And it was not even her own fault.
Her team principal came towards her, gripping her shoulders hard and said: „I know this seems bad, it is, but we can fix it. I wish I could send you home, but media still awaits.“
So she waited, she waited lap after lap until eventually Max won the race. She waited until her PR got her out of the drivers room and took her to the media pen, where the post race conferences will be held.
Sky Sports interviewed the todays winner. So, y/n waited for Max to finish. She hoped he would never finish, that she would never have to face the camera and talk about the incident.
But that didn’t happen.
„Hello y/n, how do you feel? Everything okay, no pain?“, the nice interviewer asked her. „Uh, yeah, everything is fine“, she struggled with her answer, not believing herself that everything was fine.
„Can you tell me what happened? We just saw you crashing?“ - „Uhm, yeah“, she looked towards her media PR, what was she allowed to say? She shook her head - no bad words about her team. „I-, uh, I lost control of my steering wheel.“
The interviewer nodded. „We saw you retire from the race after Q1, having struggled already in FP1 and 2. Did you have problems with your steering wheel during them as well?“
She sighed. She was tired, her neck ached and she just wanted to be in her bed.
„I mean, kind of, yeah you could say I struggled with it during free practice.“
If she told the interviewer that she struggled with it during the whole yesterday and today, she would’ve bad mouthed the team.
„Last question for today, y/n. We asked Twitter for some comments, would you be so kind to make a statement to some of them?“
She really didn’t want to, knowing exactly what most of them had to say; women don’t belong in motorsports, etc.
„Sure“, she sighed. Her PR nodded, happy that y/n decided not to refuse.
„Alright, @motodports_2 said: That’s the second time this season that y/n crashed her car and we are only on the 7th race. What do you have to say to that?“
She closed her eyes, the headache creeping in like a madman with a desire to kill. „That’s true, that was the second crash of the season. And I am sorry for that, my team doesn’t deserve me crashing that many times during the season. I apologise.“
Sebastian was sitting at home, watching the race from his couch. He couldn’t believe what she was saying. The team doesn’t deserve a driver that crashes so much? Bullshit.
He missed her calls earlier that day, he wished he would’ve picked up his phone or at least called her back. But what she was telling to that interviewer was absolute bull.
Charles, who was next in line, also couldn’t believe the stuff you were telling Sky Sports.
„Okay, @maydrive says: The way y/n is throwing away her career in F1 with those shenanigans. Get a grip, will you?“, the interviewer read from the screen in front.
Charles was shocked, he never had to respond to any comments like that. How was she experiencing something like that?
„Uh yeah, thank you @maydrive for that. I will try to get a grip, and you are right, I am throwing away my F1 career like that, but I don’t want that, that’s why I will keep trying to get better“, her eyes were starting water. Just don’t let those tears fall, y/n. They want to see her cry, don’t give them the satisfaction of it.
„Thank you, y/n. Rest up and good evening!“
Her PR pulled her away and onto the next interview. After all that, she was exhausted. Exhausted and angry. How could they be asking her questions like that? Not fair.
Back in her garage, she let the emotions flow. Tears were streaming down her face, sobs were heard and her body was shaking. Her PR handed y/n her phone, leaving her again with a gentle pat to the shoulder.
Seb was calling her.
„Before you say anything, don’t let them treat you like that ever again. Not your fault, if you had problems with the steering wheel, it is not your place to apologise“, Seb interrupted her, before she could even sob into the phone. He heard sniffles. „Don’t cry, liebes dear. You did nothing wrong today.“
„Seb, I wish you’d be here“, she sobbed into the phone. It broke his heart. Comforting someone over the phone was hard, much more if the person being comforted was a teenager.
„It’s gonna be okay, life goes on, okay?“, he told her. „I just feel so weak and vulnerable. They hate me, they always find something wrong with my driving.“
„You are not weak! Who told you that?“, a voice from behind her sounded from the dark. Fernando Alonso stepped out of the shadow. Seb instantly recognised the older spaniards voice over the phone. Glad y/n was not alone in a time like this.
Fernando embraced her. Hugging her tight and firmly. He felt her heartbeat against his chest, beating like crazy. „Breathe with me, y/n.“
They were standing in her motorhome, embraced in one another. If a camera had noticed, headliners would say: Alonso and y/l/n dating confirmed? But there was no camera around.
She had her family here in F1. She belonged here, just as much as any other driver. She was not at fault. She was not weak or vulnerable. She was strong.
°°°
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judes-baeeee · 7 months ago
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You guys wanted a part two of the Nsfw alphabet 😋
N: no
Jude would never want to do something that you don’t want which is why you guys are very open with what you enjoy during sex
O: Oral
Jude loves receiving it from you because he loves the way how you choke on it, ( I think he has a size kink low-key) but he is very much a giving guy and prefers to give it to you
P: Pace
Jude does play football so his stamina is really high (if that makes sense 😬) which you can’t really keep up with, however is always praises you by calling you a good girl
Q : quickie
Jude loves a quickie when you guys a busy because he loves receiving your attention when your mind is occupying something else, but he does like to take his time while having sex with you so sometimes he makes you wait until you guys are at home
R: risk
Jude is a very risky guy when it comes to sex because he would fuck you in front of the whole world if he could but he respects your wishes, you even get embarrassed having sex while his mum is home.
S: stamina
As said before Jude is a football player so he can last loads of rounds whereas you can last like 2 or 3 but Jude does make sure to take good care of you after when your body is sore.
T: toys
Jude doesn’t really use toys as much because he doesn’t feel like there is a need to have them when you have him however he doesn’t mind trying them with you.
U: unfair
Jude is such a fucking tease, he loves to make you beg for him because it boosts his ego but he also secretly loves when you tease him, he loves when you take control.
V: volume
Jude is somewhat loud in the bedroom, he has little moans and grunts but he loves when you moan, he thinks it’s like music to his ears.
X: x-ray
Jude isn’t too big but isn’t too small, like it’s just the perfect size for you
Y: yearning
Anything to be honest, but if he sees you in a short skirt or bra he will loose it, Jude especially loves seeing your plump breasts on show.
Z: Zzz
Jude usually stays awake to wait until you fall asleep, he doesn’t want you to think he doesn’t care after having sex which is why he always gives you the best treatment after.
Hope you guys enjoy this one and feel free to leave requests xx
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citr0us · 6 months ago
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NSFW ALPHABET - HAMZAH
Summary: alphabet headcanons about what sex is like with hamzah
!warnings: smut
A - Aftercare (what they are like after sex)
he would be very sweet with you after the sex checking you out and asking with you're okay. Yall would talk about it, and he would do any favor for you (he would get water for you or if you want just cuddle)
B- body part (their fav body parts of theirs partner)
Hamzah loveeesss your whole body, but hes favorite parts is your curves, he loves putting his hand in your body and of course your fucking tits and thighs, he loves just to squeeze them.
C - Cum (where he likes to cum)
Hamzah cums everywhere, girl. in your stomach, face, thighs. He kinda loves when him cums inside you
D - Dirty Secret
He lovee taking pictures of you, and sometimes record when yall have sex.
E - Experince (how experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing)
Hamzah has at least 4-5 bodies before you. He definitely knows what he is doing to make you feel good
F - Favorite Position (self explanatory)
Cowboy: He loveesss seeing you on top of him, watching your tits bounce in front of him, is like hes hypnotized
G- Goofy (are they serious in the moment? )
He is superrr serious at the moment, he is focus on making you feel good
H - Hair (if they have a lot of hair or little? is shaved?)
he's not full shaved (idk)
I - intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He can be very sweet and slow. he likes to make you feel special, taking his time with you and making you feel good.
J - Jack Off (masturbation hc)
he doesn't need to masturbate since he has you. If you travel for a while, and yall are not together, he would become needy, because he would forget how to touch himself.
K - Kink (pretty self explanatory)
he usually on controll so loves when you can be the dominated one. you bossing him around and telling him what to do.
he loveesss that
L - Location (favorite places to do)
in the bedroom, kitchen, in the bathroom... Anywhere in his house
M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
When you moan, and when you keep saying his name during it, it motivates him to continue
N - No (something that they wouldn’t do)
I really dont know what he wouldn’t do.
O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Hamzah is a fucking munch, he loves eating you out.
P - pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Hamzah is supeeer into rough sex, hearing your moans and saying ''cmon baby you can take more''
He can be very pasionate and slow too, holding your hand..
Q - quickie (their opinions on quickie)
He loves to take his time, he would go for quickies if he really doesnt have time later, or if yall need to be somewhere
R - risk (do they take risks?)
Hamzah wouldn’t take that much of a risk, but he wouldn't say no if it happened. Like when he fucks you from behind in the bathroom at a party
S- stamina (how many rounds can they go for?)
Hamzah could go for 3-4 rounds, but he needs to have some time.
T- toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Hamzah don't own any toys, but if you have he would like to test on you.
I feel he wouldn’t like using toys on you, because he would like his mouth, his hand, and his dick to pleasure you
U- unfair (how much they like to tease)
Hamzah would tease you all the timeeee.
with his tip in your clit or by saying you dirty things
V- volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)
he isn't too loud, just little groans and moans
W- wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Hamzah loves when you give him a head while he is playing games.
He loves seeing his cum in your face
x- x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He gives 6-7 iches vibes (bye)
and this probably thick too
y- yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He is always horny, he always want you
z- zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He is exhausted afterwards he would want to sleep very soon
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agendabymooner · 1 year ago
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12345sex ! oscar p. x ofc (singer!ofc)
“and i like the way you taste, some liquor and a chaser.”
summary: oscar’s cutely obsession over mercury ‘mercy’ nicoletta was apparent that lando clowned him for it. little did everyone know, mercy’s wild boyfriend was the polite australian from the mclaren team.
content warning: use of explicit language, based on a request by @happy-nico, feral!ofc x feral!oscar, lando clowning oscar, suggestive posts (16+), haters gonna hate, fluff
note: this isn’t much😩 but enjoy some freaky oscar
a - n masterlist
o - z masterlist
if you’d like to get on one of my taglists, check this post out
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user1 mother 😭
user2 mommy- sorry- mommy? sorry-
oscarpiastri 🤩
user3 lmao what- IS THAT OSCAR PIASTRI 😭
user4 bestie who tf is he? 🤧🤧
user3 some guy who goes zoom zoom on a car
user5 oscar pastry on his mercy simp shit— again
user6 idk who he is but apparently mclaren needs to control this oscar guy
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SHUFFLING PLAYLIST w/ LANDO AND OSCAR by mclaren
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user1 LETS ALL GO HOME HE WON
user2 mama y papa?
user3 why dis photo kinda— 🤤🥵
user4 girl if my bf’s back give me more space to scratch on i wouldn’t behave too 😩
mercuryisme so real for that 😭
landonorris oscarpiastri go home lad she's not choosing you
user5 NAW LANDO THAT IS MANIACAL 😭😭
user6 lando’s about to catch hands bro 😫
oscarpiastri aren’t you single? 🧐
user7 ACTUAL VIOLATION STAWP 💀
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liked by logansargeant, arthur_leclerc, landonorris
logansargeant i didn’t think he wasn’t being delirious when he said you to were dating😄
mercuryisme 😇😇
arthur_leclerc freaky oscar??? since when???
oscarpiastri 🙂 don’t worry about it
arthur_leclerc cool 🙃
landonorris still baffled but okay 💀
landonorris that man is obsessed with you, you know that right?
landonorris that’s not my teammate— you’re dating a different oscar piastri mate
mercuryisme i can tell you i’m seeing the same oscar you’re seeing, norris 🙂 same neck, same back, same everything
landonorris ew, don’t need to get graphic
mercuryisme stop questioning the integrity of my oscar piastri then 😇
user1 oscar piastri, certified freak
user2 seven days a week 😭
user3 wap? pullout game weak?
user4 i’m more surprised that it was her on her knees instead of oscar on that previous post tho 😄🥲
user5 THIS ISNT WHO WE ARE OSCAR!!!
user6 vegas can change so many people...
oscarpiastri who said anything about this being a vegas effect?
user6 what 😟
oscarpiastri 🫢 liked by mercuryisme
mercuryisme hehe 🤭
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♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan @topguncultleader @enhacolor @roseandtulips @woweewoowa @magnummagnussen
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Hiya, may I request a Sebastian Solace x (GN/fem)reader, where the reader had also went through urbanshade’s experiments to enhance mobility in the water or abnormal strength. Maybe it could take place a day or two before the whole lockdown where the reader is put in with Sebastian in hopes for trying to tame Sebastian’s bumbling rage and a companion (aka, another sentient being) in hope of keeping him under control.
Mayhaps as well when the whole lockdown does happen Sebastian goes to find the reader since they might have also been getting transported and they had more of a larger dose of the tranq (since Ik Sebastian faked being knocked out and someone had to smart enough to hear the gaur panic about it and gave reader and extra dose.). Just a smidge of angst.
Sorry if this doesn’t make complete sense, I tend to do that when I’m excited about something rush to put all my thoughts and ideas down 😭
-🌽 anon
Sebastian Solace x Fem! Experimented! Reader 
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I loved doing this. Sorry for the late response. There have been so many requests since the last time I saw. Hopefully, you enjoy reading this.
(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.゚
Words: 3,148
Very OOC, mention of killing/death and drugs (anesthesia), a bit of angst, happy ending, a bit of comfort
All the information I found is from the official Pressure wiki, urbanshade.org!! NOT FANDOM WIKI (MOST STUFF ON THEIR IS NOT CORRECT, PLEASE CHECK THE OFFICIAL WIKI!!)(Note: I made this before the friendly fire update came out)
Sebastian Solace Masterlist
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Beloved Companion
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Document:
Z-##, codename: _________, real name “(Y/n)(L/n)”. Z-## has undergone experiments to enhance the ability to breathe underwater and strengthen humans. Z-## has successfully gained the ability to breathe underwater. However, their strength has also increased but only to a certain point that could break in half the body of a human. When added more DNA of stronger sea creatures, it seemed to stay the same no matter the animal. After that experiment was done, Z-## underwent another experiment that had DNA strands of sea creatures that are known to be calm and friendly towards sea creatures. However, due to most of the fish being small, it had a drawback, it decreased her height to 8 '2", she was originally 10' 1".
After the calm sea creature experiment, Z-## was put in containment cells for other experiments in Hadal Blacksite for a few days. Some include Z-317 (Eyefestation), Z-367 (Pandemonium), Z-283 (The Angler), and S-Q (Squiddles). All of the interactions with Z-## have been a positive outcome. The specimens have been calmed down and/or have been less hostile for a few days until Z-## is put back with them. 
Because of the variants of success with Z-##, her rank has been moved up to MR-P, and she was given more benefits with her rank being moved up. These benefits included: better living conditions, being allowed to roam the facility freely, and being involved in non-deadly testing. 
Recently, Z-13 (Handy Man) has been getting harder to control due to his anger and rage whenever he sees one of the scientists. We have debated if Z-## should enter Z-13’s containment cell. While Z-13 is also an MR-P, it is unpredictable if he would harm and/or kill Z-## due to the burst of outrage he has been having for the past week or so. In the end, it has been decided that Z-## will go into Z-13’s containment cell. If Z-## gets harmed, then Z-13 would be neutralized by any means necessary but not to the point of killing him. Then, Z-## would be taken out immediately and rushed to be checked up on.
The goal is that Z-## will hopefully calm down Z-13’s rage, just like the other specimens that have encountered her. This will also be a test to see if there could be a potential chance of them being partners to see how their human DNA mixed with the DNA of sea creatures in both of them, could affect genetics when it comes to their offspring.
End of Z-##’s current document.
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You were roaming your spacious water enclosure when you heard your ‘name’ be called on the speaker in your enclosure.
“Z-##, please come outside your enclosure. You will be entering another specimen’s enclosure today. They are an MR-P just like you.”
You swam to the door that will get you out of your enclosure. You stood in the middle of two doors, the door behind you closed shut, and the water started to drain from where you were in between the doors. Once the water was fully drained, the door in front of you opened, and you entered the room.
 You followed the small scientist to where these new people you would be meeting today. You would wave to some of the scientists. It was a habit since you would always wave at the other sea people each time you met them in their enclosure. 
You soon arrived and stood in front of the glass window to the water enclosure. 
“Today you will be meeting Z-13. He recently has been having outbursts every time a scientist walks by or when they try to communicate with him through the intercom. You will be with him for 5 days and 5 nights, in the morning you will return to your enclosure. Then, later in the day, you are scheduled to have another experiment. If anything were to happen to you in Z-13’s enclosure, yell, and you would be taken out immediately. Understood?”
You nodded at the small scientist. You looked back through the glass window to try and find ‘Z-13’. To no luck, it looked empty in the water enclosure.
“I should warn you that he is bigger than most specimens you have encountered before. Z-13 is 10 '6".”
The small scientist stated that as you entered the door. At least they gave you a warning.
The door behind you was shut, and you were again in between two doors. The water slowly rose and filled the small room you were in to enter the water enclosure. The door in front of you opened once it was filled with water, and you swam into the enclosure.
The small scientist pressed a button that made the glass window no longer able to see through both ways. It was for Z-13 not to be outraged if a scientist were to accidentally walk by.
You swam around but still couldn't find Z-13. 
That was until you spotted what looked like a cave on the side of the wall near the floor, its entry was covered up in large seaweeds, making it almost hard to see it in the first place.
You swam into the cave, “Hello? Are you here?”
You soon see 3 blue eyes in the corner of the cave, and you jump a bit, not expecting that. You swam closer but stayed a few distance away.
“Hello, I'm Z-##, but my real name is (Y/n)(L/n). What is your name, Z-13? It would be nice to put a name to a face.”
Sebastian didn't answer. He thought you were just doing this because of the scientists forcing you.
When you realized he wasn't going to answer you, you waited on the opposite side of the cave and made yourself comfortable.
You kept talking about small things, like what you did before you were jailed, why you were put in jail, how nice the other sea people were to you, etc. Whenever you talked, you seemed genuinely happy every single time.
After talking, you started to think that maybe he thought you were annoying. 
“I'm sorry, I will leave if you are uncomfortable.”
You got up and started swimming the same way you entered since there was only one way to exit and enter the cave. 
“Sebastian, Sebastian Solace is my name”
You immediately paused, not expecting him to answer or talk to you at all. You immediately swam right towards him.
“That's a nice name. Can I see what you look like? If that's fine with you, of course.”
He was silent for a bit before pulling on his anglerfish lure.
Goodness, when you saw him, you felt something inside you, as if your heart skipped a beat.
He was quite handsome, at least in your eyes. But you shook that thought out of your head.
You both started small talks, but they would give brief replies.
Soon, the day would end. You slept on the opposite side of the cave, not wanting to invade his space.
Meanwhile, Sebastian would stare at you for a few minutes.
‘She'll probably ask the stupid scientists to take her away tomorrow’ he thought before turning off his lure and going to sleep.
The next day, he woke up to you gone, ‘I was right. It was stupid to think she would sta-’
“Oh, you're awake? I got your bucket of fish that the scientists brought. Here.” You said as you entered the cave and handed him the bucket full of fish.
Sebastian took the bucket but looked at it before eating it. He thought you put something in it before realizing you didn't. 
You talked, and he ended up opening up to you a bit more this time.
As some hours passed, you both were out of the cave and swimming around Sebastian's enclosure.
At some point, Sebastian was teaching you Spanish, or at least how he speaks Spanish since he's Chilean-American. Different countries speak the same language but say it differently.
You both ended up spending almost the whole day outside of the cave and returned to sleep.
On the 3rd day, he woke up and saw you sleeping. He went outside the cave and picked up both of your buckets of fish, and brought them back to the cave.
The whole day, you two spent knowing more about each other's life, your family, colleges you both went to, what classes you both majored in, and some of your talents. Sebastian even used some of the plants, rocks, and garbage he had lying around to make a prop that looked like an electric guitar and tried to teach you. 
You both laughed and smiled with each other almost the entire day.
Night came back more quickly than you both thought. You and Sebastian returned to the cave.
As you were getting comfortable to sleep in your corner, you felt a soft material cover your upper body.
“I snatched this when the scientists weren't looking while I was doing some janitor duties. Perks of being an MR-P.”
You gave Sebastian a warm smile and thanked him before falling asleep.
Sebastian didn’t want to admit it, but he felt happy when he was with you. You would listen to him, and it didn't feel like he was talking to the wall. Unlike those scientists, they only asked questions about his mutation and waited for a response from him to record it. 
Only caring about the progress.
On the 4th day, Sebastian woke up early and decided to pour some of his fish from his bucket into yours.
The scientists had seen this through the glass, during the night they decided to make the glass be 1-sided, they could see you but you couldn't see if they were there.
They saw this as a sign of success but also that maybe he was trying to court you. This made them think that there could be a possibility that you two could have offspring and they could continue their testing.
Later in the day you and Sebastian were messing around, he was trying to teach you how to ‘dance’. The dances were ones that he saw people dancing to at Chilean/Hispanic parties that he went to. It was a mess since you both didn't have legs to step on, but you both enjoyed each other’s attempts.
On the 4th night, you both moved closer to each other and slept peacefully. But both of you had your back to each other.
It was the 5th day, and you and Sebastian were getting closer to the end of your visit.
“Sebastian, I have to leave tomorrow morning, and after that, I'm scheduled to be experimented on. I'll make sure to see you after it's done”
After telling him you could tell he didn't look pleased, his ears and tail twitched.
“I am also scheduled to have an experiment done on me tomorrow. Maybe we will be able to see each other again right before it happens.”
You smiled when you heard that, “I hope we can.”
Soon, it was the next morning, and it was time for you to leave. You said bye to Sebastian and gave him a warm smile before you left. 
After a few hours, he was called out for his scheduled experiment. 
He was left in the surgery room and was given anesthesia. He pretended the effects had worked on him, but he was fully awake.
He heard the door open and close to his room, footsteps walking around the room, and heard the scientists speaking.
“After we are done with Z-13 we have to perform on Z-##, even if the chances of her dying is 75%, there is still a slim chance of her surviving and for it to be a success. It would be a great benefit for Hadal Blacksite.” One of the scientists said
“But she’s an MR-P. They are only allowed to be experimented on if it's non-deadly.” the second scientist asked.
The first scientist answered, “Well no surgery or experimentation is 100% safe. If she perishes, then we will start back on square 1 on another inmate.”
Sebastian felt his body fill with rage once again. Once the 2 scientists were close enough, Sebastian immediately killed them by slashing them with his claws. 
Sebastian immediately slithered out of his surgery room, and an Elite Guardsman was standing right outside. Just as the Elite Guardsman was about to shoot at Sebastian, Sebastian killed him and stole his keycard.
There were other scientists and guardsmen around as this happened. 
Everything went into chaos. 
People ran to escape, and guardsmen shot at Sebastian, but the bullets did not affect him, making some of them run away with the others. Desk’s, doors, tables, chairs, and the lights were either destroyed or thrown around.
Sebastian killed the Guardsmen who were shooting at him or trying to stop him. As he was doing this, he was trying to find your room to take you away before they could kill you.
Meanwhile, you were lying on the surgery table. You trusted the scientist who would perform on you since you are an MR-P. But also because you were always nice to them, helping them calm other sea people around the lab, always following orders, etc. 
How naive you were, or was it because of the fish's DNA that mixed with yours? It didn’t matter to them. To most of them, you were just a lab rat who benefited them.
As the scientist in your room gave a syringe of anesthesia, you both heard the sound of people screaming and things being trashed. That's when the scientist's handheld radio (or walkie-talkie) started making noise from the other end.
Blood-curdling screams could be heard loudly, “Z-13 HAS FEIGNED HIS EFFECTS OF ANESTHESIA AND IS ON A LOOSE KILLING SPREE. I REPEAT Z-13 HAS FEIGNED-” 
That’s all that was heard until the other end was abruptly cut off.
You sat up immediately, “Sebastian is wh-”
That's when the scientist gave you 3 more syringes of anesthesia quickly. They knew if Z-13 wasn't affected, then you mostly weren’t with just one. They were frightened with the idea that you would do the same. Your strengthened ability could break a human's body easily in half. They thought you would follow Z-13 and try to kill them.
You immediately fell off the table, from the sudden effects making you pass out. 
The scientist was about to give you another syringe again with anesthesia until Sebastian barged into the room. He finally found you but saw you on the floor unconscious. He saw the scientist who did this with the syringe in their hand. He immediately killed them, tore them up, and they were almost unrecognizable afterward.
Soon, the commotion died down and came to an end. It was only the two of you currently. Everyone who survived escaped or maybe died while running away.
Sebastian carried you in bridal style with his 2 arms and used the 3rd one to try and feel your pulse. 
He felt that your pulse was dangerously low.
He carried you out of the surgery room and went looking for other rooms. He soon found a vent that led to another small room. He laid you down carefully on the floor. 
He knew he couldn’t do much. It was just a matter of luck and time to see if you would wake up. Too much anesthesia could kill you or send you into a coma. All he could do was just watch and protect you from any further physical harm.
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4 days have passed of endless waiting.
Sebastian watched over you, trying to find more things to make you comfortable, feeling your pulse from time to time, bringing in extra fish, or whatever snacks that were left behind by the scientist, and stored them on the shelves in the room in case you woke up from your coma.
During your coma, Sebastian used the keycard he stole earlier from the Elite Guardsman and released the monsters in Hadal Blacksite. Some of the monsters decided to help after being told what happened to you by killing the people who would enter to try and retrieve the crystal to get the place back into running its cruel experiments.
You slowly opened your eyes. It was pitch black. You didn't know where you were. That's when a sudden light lit up the room. (Sebastian’s angler lure)
“You're finally awake. You had me worried that you would leave me behind. I have food for you, go ahead and eat. I’ll explain what happened while you eat.”
You slowly started eating, still somewhat under the effects of the anesthesia that was steadily wearing off. As you were eating, Sebastian explained what he had overheard when he was faking about being under anesthesia, the killing spree he went on to find you, him releasing the monsters, causing the lockdown, you being unconscious for 3 days, etc.
You felt betrayal dig a small hole into you, but you also felt stupid for thinking they wouldn’t do that to you at some point no matter your rank. 
Sebastian helped you process everything and pat your back when you would choke on your food. Sebastian helped you all the time while you were still too weak.
After a few days, you started to become your old self again. You went to see some of the monsters and wandered into rooms you never got the chance to see.
You helped Sebastian set up his shop by collecting the items he accidentally found when he was trying to find files to blackmail Hadal Blacksite. 
After some months, you both started to gain feelings for each other. It took a while for the both of you to realize you felt the same way towards each other.
You both helped each other, you patching his arm, him protecting you from people trying to kill you because they mistook you for being dangerous, talking with p.ai.nter (Z-779) and spending time with each other in the shop while inmates buy things from the both of you.
You were glad that he saved you from your deathbed and glad you were both in a relationship.
You gave him one last kiss before you both went to sleep for the night. Already looking forward to tomorrow.
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Bonus!
How you both learned you both felt the same was by accident.
You were visiting p.ai.nter, and you were talking to him until they accidentally mentioned that Sebastian likes you.
“Sebastian did tell me that he thinks that he has feelings for you, since when you were first with him.”
It was dead silent for a bit, both of you realizing what he said.
“Oops…”
He also made the same mistake with Sebastian, telling him you like him.
....Maybe it wasn't actually a ‘mistake’.
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duckchu · 1 year ago
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Finally, Settreigh (or however you spell his full name lmao)
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Mostly just cuddling after sex, no thoughts, just head between titties (no matter which one of you is the one with the head)
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
For him, definitely arms, he worked hard for them and loves the fact that he can pick you up with such ease no matter your size. On you, he loves your legs, he thinks they look really attractive
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Inside only
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He loves you so much that he can't live a day without your presence, so he sometimes buys the perfumes you use and sprays his room with them before masturbating
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
The only thing he has close to experience is his mom giving him the whole flowers and bees talk
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Mating press
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Out of Heartsteel, he's the one who you have the highest chance of being goofy during sex with, but he does sometimes want to get serious
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He's hairy down there and it's in the same shade of red as his hair
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He's pretty romantic during the act, pulling you as close to himself as he can and making sure you know how much he loves you
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Not frequently, doesn't really need to when he has you, but even if he doesn't, he masturbates rarely
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding 100%
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bed or against the wall of his bedroom
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Just seeing you in shorter clothes makes him go crazy
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Slapping or spanking you. Even though he can control his strength, he knows how much stronger he is compared to you and doesn't want to risk you getting hurt
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Definitely prefers receiving, sitting at his desk and seeing you under him taking his cock so well
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He's fast and goes hard, he's not here to play
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not really a fan, only if you have no other option
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Prefers to stay in the bedroom rather than have you two be interrupted
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
It's rather a question of how long can you last, man has stamina for days
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Not really, prefers pleasing you himself
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not really, he likes seeing you enjoy yourself rather than beg him for release with teary eyes
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Can keep it down, but he's pretty loud
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
When I say he has a breeding kink, HE DOES straight up going for so long that he's shooting blanks
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Long and thick, 15 cms
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
About 3-4 times per month
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Pretty quickly, after all taking care of such a beauty can be tiring~
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sherewrytes · 1 month ago
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𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤, ℝ𝕪𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕟𝕒 3
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↳ Sukuna x f! black reader
Summary: After the death of his grandfather, Sukuna Ryomen is left to shoulder the weight of his family, caring for his younger brothers, Yuuji and Choso. As he withdraws into grief, his relationship with Y/N, his girlfriend of a year, begins to crumble. When Y/N discovers the truth about his grandfather’s passing during a heated argument, it leads to a painful breakup. Now, both are navigating life apart, but Sukuna’s heart aches for Y/N. Determined to win her back, he must confront his pain and find a way to break through the walls he’s built. Can he rekindle their love, or is it too late?
contents: heavy angst, modern au, 18+, smut, dark romance, drug use, talks of depression and similar topics. (a lil )
fic warnings. ooc, profanity, mental health issues, toxic relationships, cheating, explicit smut, serious drug use, mentions of depression + more to be updated as story progresses.
Please read with proper discretion. this is a work of fiction. all characters are written to portray roles that are necessary to the plot and are in no way a reflection of their canon counterparts.
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Song for this chapter: Happy Little Pill Troye Sivan
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Chapter 3: Happy Little Pill
I finally made it home, my head still spinning from the earlier with yn…
Or is it the pills…or the weed…fuck weed brain is shit sometimes
 I yank the boxes out of the back seat before heading up to my apartment. When I step inside, the smell of pizza and the low hum of video game music hits me—Yuuji’s still awake, sitting with Choso and Toji, all of them glued to the screen, battling it out on Sparkling Zero, the latest Dragon Ball Z game. Toji just mutters, "Hey, you’re back," barely glancing away from the game.
I drop the boxes by the door with a loud thud, and that’s when everyone turns around, their eyes flicking from the boxes to me, waiting, maybe expecting something. The room falls into an uncomfortable silence, thick enough to choke on. Yuuji tosses the controller to Toji, then mumbles something about heading to bed.
But I’m already on edge, the tension buzzing under my skin like electricity. "It’s fine," I snap, waving a hand dismissively. "You don’t fucking listen anyway, so do whatever you want."
Choso stands up, his expression turning cold. “Don’t take your shit out on him,” he says, his voice steady but sharp enough to cut through the room.
I run a hand through my hair, feeling the heat of frustration bubbling up inside me. "I’m not taking anything out on him," I snap, my voice sharper than I intended. "Just tired of dealing with everyone's bullshit."
Toji rolls his eyes, casually leaning back on the couch, his gaze unfazed. "You’re the one who decided to get into it with Y/N, man. You think it’s easy for any of us to watch you self-destruct?"
I glare at him, anger flaring. "You don’t know shit, Toji. You think you understand what I’m going through?"
Choso shakes his head, shooting me a warning look. "Stop. Just stop. You’re being an asshole for no reason. You don’t have to take your problems out on us."
I scoff, the tension in the room thickening. "Whatever. Just mind your own business." I storm toward the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, desperately trying to cool down the fire inside me.
Toji follows, the sound of his footsteps echoing behind me. "Look, man, you’re not going to be able to keep pushing everyone away forever. Sooner or later, you’ll have to deal with this."
I slam the fridge door shut, turning to face him. "What do you want me to say? That she left me? That I can’t fix this?" The bitterness spills from my mouth, and I hate how raw my emotions feel.
Toji crosses his arms, his expression serious. "I just want you to stop acting like you’re fine when you’re clearly not. You think shutting everyone out is going to help? You need to talk to someone."
"And what? You think spilling my guts to you guys is going to solve anything?" I retort, clenching my fists. "You think I want pity?"
"It's not about pity, Sukuna!" Toji's voice raises slightly, frustration evident in his tone. "It’s about support. You need it, whether you want to admit it or not."
I open my mouth to fire back, but the weight of exhaustion settles over me like a heavy blanket. "I don’t want to talk," I finally say, my voice quieter. "I just want to be left alone."
"You’re not alone, man," Choso pipes in, his voice steady. "We’re here for you, whether you like it or not."
I feel the tightness in my chest ease ever so slightly at their words, but
 I can’t let them in. Not now. Not after everything.
I shake my head, turning away from them, focusing on the dull ache of my thoughts instead.
"Fine," I mutter, dragging my boxes back toward my room. "Just keep playing your game or whatever."
I hear Choso mutter something under his breath, but I don’t bother to listen. I slam my bedroom door shut behind me, the sound echoing in the small space.
As I drop the boxes on the floor, I feel the familiar sting of tears welling up in my eyes.
 I don’t want to feel this way; I don’t want to feel anything at all. 
I sink onto my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to clear my mind.
You should’ve fought harder, 
I think bitterly.
You should’ve fought for her.
But I didn’t. I let my anger and my fear push her away, and now I’m left with nothing but regret and the suffocating silence of my empty apartment.
I sit alone in my room, and for once, I let the tears fall. I don’t even try to stop them.
(I really fucking lost her…) 
The thought hits like a punch to the gut. 
(Fuck…)
Anger flares up, raw and bitter, and I lash out,coming off the bed, I kick one of the boxes on the floor. I hear something shatter inside. My jaw clenches, but my hands shake as I grab the box cutter from my dresser and slice open the top.
Inside are picture frames, one after another, all of them hers—the memories she kept. The photos glare back at me like a silent accusation. Shots of us laughing together, looking like nothing else mattered. Pictures of me, her, and Grandpa, his arm slung around us both like he was holding everything together. Photos of us with Yuuji and Choso, a messy, mismatched family that once felt unbreakable.
My chest feels like it’s caving in, a hollow ache where there used to be something real. Each picture is a reminder, a slap to the face of everything I’ve fucked up, everything I’ve lost. And somehow, seeing them all here, in these broken frames… it just makes it hurt worse.
I can’t look at these. I shouldn’t have opened this box. The photos are mocking me, each one a reminder of what I had and lost. I feel the heat of tears streaming down my face as I sift through the frames, memories flooding back in vivid detail.
Look at how happy we were,
I think bitterly.
What a fucking joke.
I picked up a picture of us at the beach, laughing and splashing water at each other. Y/N’s smile is bright, her hair blowing in the wind, and I remember how carefree we felt that day. The sun had been shining, the waves crashing, and we’d promised to always have days like that.
And now look at us, 
I think, rage mixing with sorrow in my chest. I toss the frame back into the box, and it clatters against the others. I can’t handle it.
I grab another one, this one of me, Y/N, and Grandpa at a family barbecue. Grandpa had his arm slung over my shoulder, and Y/N stood beside me, her hand on my back. We’d both been laughing at one of Grandpa's terrible jokes. That was before everything went to shit.
God, I miss him.
I slam the box shut, my heart racing with anger and pain. I run my hand over my face, trying to wipe away the tears, but it only makes it worse. I can’t breathe, the weight of my emotions crashing down on me. I want to scream, to throw something, to destroy everything in this room.
What have I done?
I pull my phone out, staring at the screen. I know I shouldn’t reach out to her, but the urge is overwhelming. I need her. I need to fix this, but I don’t even know how. I type out a message and then delete it.
No, don’t do that.
But the next moment, I find myself typing again, my fingers trembling.
Y/N, I’m sorry. Can we talk?
I hit send before I can think twice. The seconds stretch into eternity as I wait for a reply, my heart pounding in my chest. I want to pace, to throw my phone against the wall, to do anything but sit here and wait.
I’m still staring at the screen when i just see
Seen.
Just like that, my heart sinks again. She saw it and chose not to respond.
What the hell am I doing?
I toss the phone onto my bed, unable to look at it anymore. I want to forget. I want to drown myself in anything other than this ache. I lean back against the wall, trying to shut out the world.
But the memories don’t stop. They flooded in—her laughter, the way she looked at me, how her presence made everything feel right, even when it was wrong. I bury my face in my hands, letting the sobs wrack my body.
I really fucked this up..
I reach out without thinking, fingers brushing over the blunt I left on my nightstand earlier. It’s routine by now—something to take the edge off, to quiet everything that won’t shut up inside my head. I flick the lighter, watching the flame for a second before lighting up and taking a slow drag, feeling the burn in my lungs, hoping it'll numb something deeper.
(Alexa, play "Can You Feel My Heart" by Bring Me The Horizon.)
The music fills the silence, heavy and raw, matching the ache that I can’t shake. I let the lyrics drown me, let the weed fog my mind. It’s not enough, but it’s all I have right now—anything to dull the pain clawing its way through me.
The familiar sounds of Bring Me The Horizon fill the room, the heavy beats pulsing through my chest like a heartbeat. I take a deep drag from the blunt, the smoke swirling in the dim light as I close my eyes.
“Can you feel my heart?” The lyrics resonate with my inner turmoil, echoing the chaos that has taken over my mind. I let the smoke seep deep into my lungs, holding it for a moment before exhaling slowly, watching as the gray haze drifts away.
Inhale.
 Exhale.
I lose myself in the music, letting it drown out the noise of my thoughts, the weight of my failures. I let the smoke fill my lungs and the melody fill my heart. Each note hits me like a wave, and for a brief moment, the pain feels a little lighter, the memories slightly dulled.
What the hell have I done?
 I can’t shake the feeling of regret. I never wanted to push Y/N away, but it feels like I’ve done exactly that. I take another drag, the high creeping in, the world blurring around the edges.
It shouldn’t have come to this. I think of her face, the way her eyes glistened with tears, how it tore me apart inside to see her hurt.
“Can you save my bastard soul? Will you wait for me? I'm sorry, brothers, so sorry, lover”
 I can’t help but think how fitting the lyrics are. The smoke wraps around me like a shroud, and I lean back against the wall in my room again, letting the music take over, hoping it will drown out the memories of Y/N’s hurt expression, the way she told me to leave.
As the chorus builds, I feel the weight of everything crashing down again, but I can't fight it anymore. I take another hit of the blunt, needing more, wanting to escape this reality even for a little while longer.
I don’t want to be broken anymore. I just want her back.
I let the sound wash over me, the pain turning into a low hum, my thoughts drifting into a haze. I lose track of time as the world around me fades, and all that’s left is the music and the smoke.
Just for tonight, I don’t want to think about anything else.
The lyrics echo in my mind, each line digging deeper into the pit in my stomach. I take another drag from the joint, the smoke swirling around me like my thoughts—chaotic and tangled.
“I hate being alone.” The words hit hard. I can feel the weight of the silence in my room, a stark contrast to the warmth of Y/N’s laughter, the softness of her touch. 
Why did I mess up such a good thing? 
I can’t stop replaying every moment, every fight, and every chance I had to fix things before they spiraled out of control.
“I long for that feeling to not feel at all.”
 I sigh, frustration bubbling up as I wipe my eyes. I should’ve known better than to think sleeping with her would make everything okay.
 It was reckless, and now I’m left with the consequences. I smack my forehead, as if punishing myself will somehow erase the pain.
“The higher I get, the lower I'll sink.”
 I can feel the truth in that line. Every hit I take feels like a momentary escape, but I know it won’t last. 
It’s a band-aid on a gaping wound, and soon enough, the high will wear off, leaving me with the raw, gnawing emptiness inside.
“I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.” 
My heart aches with that realization. The weight of my past mistakes, the loss of my grandfather, and now the chasm Y/N has left behind—those demons are relentless. They’re always there, lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for me to slip.
“What comes after the numb feeling inside?”
 I wonder, my mind racing. Will I ever feel whole again? Or will this ache follow me, a constant reminder of what I’ve lost? What if I’m destined to feel this way for the rest of my life?
I take another deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs, hoping it will cloud my thoughts, if only for a moment longer. But deep down, I know the truth: this isn’t a solution. I can’t hide from my feelings, and I can’t run from the mess I’ve made.
“God, Y/N... what have I done?”
 The whisper escapes my lips, thick with regret. I set the joint down and lean back against the wall, letting the tears fall as I stare up at the ceiling, wishing for anything to take this pain away.
The tears keep coming, harder and faster. My throat tightens, and I start to cough, choking on the mix of tears and smoke.
Fuck this shit.
I force myself up out of my room and head back to the living room. Toji, Choso, and Yuuji are still there, glued to the game, the sounds of explosions and cheers filling the room. And then I see Gojo and Geto have shown up too, looking comfortable like they belong here.
Gojo glances over, his eyes narrowing with that same look he always gives me, and holds out a beer. I stare at it, then at him. The whole scene feels off, like I’m watching from somewhere else, too hollowed out to take any of it in.
Without a word, I turn around and head back to my room, shutting the door behind me.
 I can’t do this right now…
I could feel their eyes on me as I turned away, the laughter and chatter of the group fading into the background. It was like I was stuck in a bubble, cut off from the warmth and camaraderie that usually brought me solace. All I wanted was to escape the reality of my situation, to crawl into a hole and disappear for a while.
I pushed the door to my room shut, blocking out the noise. The moment the door clicked into place, the familiar weight of loneliness settled back in, heavier than before. I sank onto my bed, feeling the fabric dampen with the remnants of my tears. My mind was racing, a storm of guilt and despair swirling around, leaving no room for clarity.
“Fuck this shit,” 
I thought, frustration clawing at my insides. I couldn’t keep running from everything. I needed to face it, to confront the mess I had made with Y/N, with my own damn life.
But how? 
I felt trapped, like I was spiraling into a pit with no way out. I couldn’t even find the words to say what I felt, to explain how I’d let everything fall apart. I reached for my phone, hoping maybe texting Y/N again would help, but hesitated. What would I even say? I didn’t want to make things worse, to push her further away.
After a few moments of staring at the screen, I tossed the phone back onto the bed and buried my face in my hands. It was too much. I needed to think, to breathe, but the reality of my choices suffocated me.
I heard laughter from the living room, a sharp reminder of what I was missing out on. I thought about joining them again, about trying to act normal, but the idea felt like a façade. I was too far gone, too consumed by my own turmoil to pretend.
Instead, I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, the silence around me becoming deafening. I replayed the last few hours in my mind, trying to pinpoint where it all went wrong. The arguments, the unspoken words, the way Y/N looked at me with hurt and confusion.
I couldn’t escape the haunting thought that I might never fix this. That I might lose her for good.
“What am I supposed to do now?”
 I whispered to the emptiness.
The music shifts to Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park, and I can’t help but let out a bitter laugh. 
(Really?) 
It’s like the universe is mocking me at this point.
I reached for my usual baggie on my night side grabbing a Xanax and popping one then grabbed the weed jar and some paper, rolling it up with shaky hands before lighting it. I inhale, hoping the smoke can fill the cracks that feel like they’re widening with every second. I get off the bed, shuffling over to another box I’d grabbed from Y/N’s place, sitting there like it’s holding all the shit I’m not ready to face.
The smoke curled around me as I took a deep drag from the blunt, trying to drown out the chaos in my head with every inhale, I opened another box, the familiar scent of her lingering, and there it was—the collection of gifts I’d once given her. Little tokens of affection that now felt like chains binding me to my regrets.
“For fuck's sake, Y/N,”
 I muttered to the empty room, frustration spilling over.
The lyrics from the song hit me hard, each line resonating with the turmoil I felt inside. I could see it all clearly now—the moments where I’d let my anger and pride get in the way, where I hadn’t fought for her when it mattered most. “I’ll never fight again. And this is how it ends.” Those words echoed in my mind, a haunting reminder of how I’d allowed things to deteriorate.
I pulled out a small barely gift-wrapped box, the paper slightly crumpled and torn but still intact. I remembered the day I’d given it to her—her face lighting up with that genuine smile that had always made my heart skip. 
This was supposed to mean something.
 I thought bitterly, a part of me wishing I could go back and change everything.
The song shifted again, the chorus cutting through my haze: 
“I don’t know how I got this way. I’ll never be alright.” 
And it wasn’t. Nothing felt right anymore. I was stuck in this cycle of self-loathing and despair, unable to find a way out.
I flicked the ash off the blunt, my mind racing. The gifts, the memories—they were reminders of what I’d lost. Of the love I’d let slip through my fingers.
“What have I done?” 
I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The question hung in the air, unanswered, as I took another hit. I couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N, about the way she’d looked at me, the tears in her eyes when she shoved me away.
It felt like I was breaking apart, piece by piece, the walls closing in around me. I needed to fix this. I needed to fight for her, to tell her everything I felt, but I didn’t even know where to start. The thought of reaching out filled me with dread, but the idea of letting her go was even worse.
The low hum of Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park fades out, leaving an unsettling silence in the room. My mind is buzzing, the weight of the decision pressing down on me like a thousand bricks. I’ve had enough of this shit, this constant escape, this haze. I sit on the floor, my back against the bed, eyes glued to the messy room around me.
The space feels suffocating, but I can’t bring myself to leave it. The air is thick with the scent of smoke, remnants of the last few hours. My hands shake slightly, and I’m light-headed, the high of the weed still lingering, but I know I’ve pushed it too far. I get up slowly, like the effort of moving is too much, but I do it anyway. The room sways a little as I make my way to the dresser.
The song switches. Coming Down by The Weeknd starts to play, its haunting melody creeping in like a shadow. I barely register it at first.
All alone All Alone All Alone. 
The intro, a reminder of my current life
The lyrics, though—
"I always want you when I’m coming down"—hit me hard, and I freeze in place. That’s exactly how I feel. Always coming down, always needing something when it fades.
I shift through my drawer, fingers trembling as I search for something—anything—that’ll take the edge off, ease the tension I’ve let build up in my chest. I don’t know how many Xanax I’ve already had. Maybe two, maybe more. I can't remember. My brain is foggy, but I don’t care. I find it—morphine. A small pill, white and unassuming. It promises relief.
I sit back down, back on the floor in front of my bed. The ashtray beside me catches my eye. 
When the fuck did I put that there? 
My thoughts are clouded, slipping through my fingers like water, but I feel the weight of that question. I stare at it, trying to piece together the memory of how it ended up there. But there’s no answer. Only silence, only the constant beat of the song, and the gnawing need for something to make it all stop.
I pop the morphine in my mouth, feeling it dissolve on my tongue as I lay my head back against the bed, eyes closed. My body sighs, the tension slowly draining, but it’s never enough. It’s never enough to make the hurt go away.
I reach for my stash, hands moving instinctively, and the thought comes to me, sharp and clear: 
Fuck it, Imma roll up another. It's that kinda night.
The lyrics echo through my head: “I always want you when I'm coming down,” and I let the weight of them wash over me. Always coming down. Always wanting something to fill the emptiness.
I roll the joint with mechanical precision, the familiar motion grounding me. The smoke, when it hits my lungs, feels like a friend. A constant. But the moment is fleeting. Always is.
I light it up, the flame flickering before the burn settles, and I take a deep drag. The world narrows down to the haze around me, but I’m still here, still broken in pieces, caught between wanting more and wanting to forget.
The smoke curls in the air, the room hazy as I exhale, but it doesn’t ease the pressure in my chest. It never does. The thoughts of her—Y/N—are like ghosts, haunting every damn corner of my mind, even when I'm trying to escape. Her voice, those words, echoing louder now in the silence.
Just get out!
Her words. A slap to my face that cuts deeper than any high could numb.
For fuck’s sake,
 even when I’m high, she’s still here, still fucking plaguing me. I can’t seem to shake it, not the anger, not the guilt, not the damn regret. I run a hand through my hair, frustrated, my heart pounding against my ribs. I fucking hate you... I mutter under my breath, the words bitter, a mix of rage and something else I can’t quite place. Something raw, something painful.
I take another hit, the smoke filling my lungs, and with it, that familiar burn, but it doesn't settle the storm inside. It doesn’t make the pain stop. It just makes it quieter, for a moment.
I sit back against the bed, staring at the ceiling, mind swimming in the haze, but one thing is crystal clear.
I miss you.
The thought hits me like a punch in the gut. Hard.
I miss you in ways I can’t even describe. I miss the way your eyes would light up when you laughed, the way you’d challenge me, even when you knew it pissed me off. I miss the way you used to look at me like you understood, like I wasn’t some fucking mess that needed to be fixed.
I wish I could take it back. I wish I hadn’t pushed you away.
But then again, what the fuck do I know about love? What do I know about keeping something good when I’ve spent my life burning everything I touch?
The high isn’t enough to make me forget you. It never is. The lyrics to the song “I always want you when I’m coming down” echo in the back of my mind, but it's not just the high. It's not just the drugs. It's something deeper. Something that keeps pulling at me, even when I don’t want it to.
I can’t escape it. I can’t escape you.
I take another drag, holding it in longer this time, but it doesn’t clear my mind. Nothing ever does. It just makes everything sharper, makes your absence feel even more suffocating.
I reach for my phone, the motion almost automatic, like it’s the only thing I know how to do when I’m drowning in this mess. My fingers hover over the screen for a second, but I press your name anyway. My thumb shakes, the screen lighting up in the dim room as I wait for you to pick up. The song continues, the lyrics hitting me like a goddamn truth:
“Pick up your phone, I’m all alone.”
It’s pathetic, I know. But I just need to hear your voice, even if it’s just for a second. Just to tell myself it wasn’t all a lie. Just to hear you tell me I’m not completely fucked.
But you don’t answer.
The call goes straight to voicemail, and for a second, I just stare at the screen, the silence in the room louder than the song now. My chest tightens. My fingers twitch. I don’t know if it’s anger or something else that crawls up my throat, but I toss the phone back onto the bed like it’s a weight, not caring where it lands. The screen flickers off, and I’m left with nothing but the empty room and the echo of your absence.
Fuck.
I sit there for a moment, just staring at the phone like maybe it’ll ring, like maybe you’ll magically pick up and everything will go back to how it used to be. But it doesn’t. It won’t.
God, I fucking miss you.
Geto walked into my room, his footsteps barely making a sound as he took in the mess. The roach of the blunt was barely glowing, now just a burnt stub, and I had stuff scattered all over the floor—like pieces of my life falling apart in front of me. I was sitting there, slouched against the wall, the ashtray close by, high as hell, trying to ignore everything, but it wasn’t working.
He walked over and handed me a bottle of water, but I didn’t want it. I didn’t want him to look at me, didn’t want anyone to see this version of me. I slapped the bottle away, hearing the thud as it hit the floor, and mumbled, “I don’t need it. I’m fine…”
But I wasn’t. I couldn’t keep the tears from falling. They just kept coming, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe through it.
Geto’s eyes flickered with concern as he took in the scene before him—my room was a disaster, much like my mind. He crouched down, unbothered by the mess, and quietly pushed the bottle back toward me.
“Drink it,” he said softly, his voice steady. “You’re not fine, Sukuna.”
I shook my head, a mix of anger and sadness bubbling inside me. “I said I don’t need it!” I snapped, the words coming out harsher than I intended. But the truth was, I felt anything but fine. The grief was suffocating, a thick fog that clouded my thoughts, and I could feel the tears threatening to spill over again.
“Gran... fuck man, why me?”
 I choked out, my voice cracking as I buried my face in my hands. It felt like I was falling apart, and I didn’t know how to put myself back together.
Geto remained quiet, letting me vent, and I appreciated that. It was rare to find someone willing to sit in the dark with me, someone who didn’t try to fix me but simply allowed me to feel my pain. After a moment, he spoke again, his tone softer.
“You’re not alone in this, you know.”
I scoffed, bitterness creeping into my voice. “It sure as hell feels like it.”
He sighed, moving closer and placing a hand on my shoulder. “You’ve got us. You’ve got me. But you have to let us in. You can’t keep pushing everyone away.”
I lifted my head, meeting his gaze, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “How can you say that? Look at me!” I gestured around the room, the chaos reflecting the turmoil inside me. “I’m a fucking mess.”
“And that’s okay,” he replied firmly. “We all have our demons. You don’t have to face yours alone.”
His words hung in the air, and I felt a twinge of hope. Maybe I didn’t have to do this by myself. Maybe I could lean on someone for once instead of pretending to be strong all the time.
I took a deep breath, the air catching in my throat. “I don’t want to lose her, Geto.”
He nodded slowly, the gravity of my words settling between us. “Then fight for her. But first, you have to fight for yourself.”
I looked down, my heart racing at the thought. “What if I’ve already lost her?”
“Then you fight harder,” he said, squeezing my shoulder. “You show her that you’re worth it. That you can be better. That you want to be better.”
I stared at the floor, uncertainty swirling in my chest. It was terrifying to think about confronting Y/N again, especially after everything that had happened. But maybe Geto was right. Maybe I needed to show her that I could change, that I could be the person she needed.
I picked up the water bottle, my fingers trembling slightly as I opened it and took a sip. The cool liquid felt refreshing against my dry throat. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“You can,” Geto insisted, his voice steady. “Just take it one step at a time. Talk to her. Tell her everything. Just be honest.”
I nodded, the thought of being vulnerable both terrifying and exhilarating. “Okay. I’ll try.”
Geto smiled, his expression easing the tightness in my chest just a little. “That’s all I’m asking. Just don’t give up on her or yourself.”
As he stood up, heading to the door, I felt a flicker of determination ignite within me. It wouldn’t be easy but I think I can try
Maybe not I took another swig from the bottle, letting the cool water wash away some of the pain. I pushed myself to my feet, but as soon as I stood, a wave of dizziness washed over me. My vision blurred, and before I could react, my legs buckled beneath me. I hit the floor hard, the world spinning out of control as everything faded to black.
In that moment, all the pain, the grief, the memories—everything that had been weighing me down—vanished into the darkness, leaving me with nothing but silence.
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boom-butterflyeffect · 2 months ago
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FUCK I accidentally fucked up my Chris post and the ask got deleted, but HERE'S THAT
Chris Hartley NSFW Alphabet
A - Aftercare
What. A. Sweetheart. Chris makes sure you're all comfortable and taken care of, double checks everything, and absolutely showers you with attention and affection.
B - Body Part (His favourite body part on himself and you)
Tbh, I think hands for both. He loves how big and strong his hands are, and how, in comparison, yours are smaller. He thinks it's adorable. He loves holding your hands.
C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Chris loves the expressions and sounds you make when you cum, makes him feel like he's doing a good job.
D - Dirty Secret
He would be embarrassed and secretive about the fact that he has dirty fantasies about you.
E - Experience (How experienced he is)
I don't imagine him having a LOT of experience considering he's canonically considered the "nerd" of the group, but I don't think he'd be a total virgin either. I'm not sure.
F - Favorite position
I feel like he'd enjoy missionary or having you in his lap, your chests pressed together and just giving each other sweet kisses.
G - Goofy (Is he more serious in the moment?)
He's so silly, and will try to keep the mood light. Being too serious makes him feel a bit nervous/tense, so it's nice to joke around and feel relaxed, just having a good time!
H - Hair
It's fairly cleaned up, maybe just a little blond happy trail.
I - Intimacy
He's very intimate and romantic, and would want every time to be special and meaningful. He wants it all to be perfect, and gets nervous about the idea of things going wrong.
J - Jack off
I feel like he would not do it himself as often, but would REALLY like it when YOU jack him off.
K - Kink
Size difference!!! Bro is TALL!!!
L - Location
I feel like Chris would be more private, and keep sexual activity in the bedroom, maybe on the couch when it's just the two of you.
M - Motivation
Same as Mike, seeing you in his clothes, especially because of how much taller he is.
N - No (Hard limits)
Anything that could at all hurt you. Again, same as Mike, I feel like he wouldn't be too interested in anything on the more extreme side of kink.
O - Oral
More of a giver than a receiver, very much a service top who loves to know that you're feeling good.
P - Pace
I think he'd be more slow and gentle, taking his time and making sure everything is comfortable and feeling good.
Q - Quickie
I can't imagine Chris being a fan of quickies, I feel like sex is a lot about the intimacy for him, and quickies don't have that emotional aspect that he craves from it.
R - Risk
Not a lot of risk, Chris likes to keep things sweet and intimate.
S - Stamina
I do like the idea of like- lazy cuddle sex, I can't see him being like super riled up and going for ages.
T - Toys
I couldn't imagine Chris owning or using toys, tbh.
U - Unfair
He's a sweetheart and I stand by that. He jokes around and will playfully tease, or suggest the idea of teasing, but at the end of the day, making you feel good and making sure you both enjoy yourselves is his top priority.
V - Volume
He tries to stay quiet, you can usually just hear him panting and the occasional curse or whine under his breath.
W - Wild card (Random NSFW HC of my choosing)
He LOVES when you're on top of him, controlling the pace. He kinda likes the idea of giving you control, because then he knows whatever you're doing is feeling good, and he trusts you to make him feel good too.
X - X-ray (Size)
Again, like 7.5/8 inches, I do not really know what is realistic here, tbh.
Y - Yearning
I think he would not be as pent up as the others, but some days would just really crave the intimacy and the romance of it all, just wanting you in his arms.
Z - Zzz
He'd stay up and take care of you until YOU fall asleep first, giving you little forehead kisses and just cuddling and making sure you're comfortable, and that everything he did was okay and felt good, and he'd just whisper to you how beautiful you are. Only once you're asleep and he knows you feel happy and content, will he fall asleep.
THATS IT THANKS
thank you @z0mb1epuzzy helping me w these because it's 2 in the morning and i've been sat here staring at my phone like a fucking lemon trying to come up with this stuff
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swissmissficrecs · 8 months ago
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A-Z Johnlock Tropes
This time it's all the tropes in my favorite fics! Limited to one fic per author, and I tried to include other authors than on my A-Z classics list.
A lternate Universe(s) - A Vintage Exceptionally to Your Liking by EmmyAngua (95K, E): A love story across alternate dimensions.
B DSM - Shames and Praises by s0mmerspr0ssen (51K, E): D/s AU with Dom!John / sub!Sherlock.
C rossover - More Things Than Are Dreamt Of by 1electricpirate (37K, M-E): HP crossover with Wizard!John / Muggle!Sherlock.
D omesticity - Where Else Would I Be? by cwb (34K, E): Retirement in Sussex with flashbacks.
E stablished Relationship - Breakable Not Broken by MissDavis (227K, E): Dealing with permanent injury together.
F uture - Software Malfunction by tiger_in_the_flightdeck (16K, E): Sherlock is a Companion android with a malfunction.
G en - The Green Blade by verityburns (72K, T): Serial killer casefic.
H istorical - The Beast of Baskerville by Mildredandbobbin (74K, E): 15th Century/fairy tale AU.
I llness - On Pins and Needles by 7PercentSolution, J_Baillier (588K, G-E): Sherlock contracts Guillain-Barré syndrome.
J ealousy - White Knight by DiscordantWords (69K, M): Sherlock fakes a relationship with Janine, to John's distress.
K idfic - Intentions by KeelieThompson1 (216K, G-M): Sherlock discovers he is the father of 10-year-old John.
L ongfic - Sketchy by serpentynka (876K, E): Johnlock and Mycroft/OMC slow-burn casefic(s).
M agical Realism - Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (109K, E): Sherlock is a djinn.
N SFW - The Great Sex Olympics of 221B by XistentialAngst (58K, E): Sherlock and John compete to see who's better at sex.
O megaverse - The Illusion of Control by starrysummernights (253K, E): Alpha!Sherlock / Omega!Johnwith mpreg.
P arentlock - The James Holmes Chronicles by prettyvk (338K, T-E): Sherlock and John raise Moriarty's son.
Q ueer Representation - The Adventure of the Consulting Woman by DancingGrimm (56K, E): Trans character assists in a case.
R etirement - Through the Clouds by Mazarin221b (20K, E): Sherlock and John retire to Sussex.
S oulmates - Colors by Quesarasara (140K, E): When you meet your soulmate, you finally see the world in color.
T eenlock - The Frost is All Over by Chryse (148K, E): 19th-century AU, Sherlock is an Earl's son and John is a commoner.
U ndercover - Corpus Hominis by mycapeisplaid (47K, E): Posing as a couple at a spa retreat.
V ampires - Bleed Me Out by antietamfalls (87K, E): Vampire!Sherlock with whump, hurt/comfort, and fluff.
W hump - All the Best and Brightest Creatures by wordstrings (188K, E): Moriarty is back and out for blood.
X enomorphism - Names for the Galaxy by evadne (191K, E): 22nd-century Alien!Sherlock.
Y enta* - May Your Heart Purr Like A Bumblebee by destinationtoast (14K, M): Harry helps Johnlock happen.
Z oomorphism** - The Horse and His Doctor by khorazir (128K, T): Vet!John and Horse!Sherlock.
*Used here to mean a female character playing matchmaker. Y-word tropes are hard, you guys!
**Not sure this is technically correct, but I'm using it here to mean fics in which a character has animal form. Z-word fanfic tropes are also hard and I already used zombies on my previous list!
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s1llysmut · 5 months ago
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Hello I’m not sure if your requests are open or not but can you do nsfw alphabet or headcanon for Carmilla or Velvette (I’m down bad for them)
A/N: Sorry for being so inactive guys!!! Been super busy with work sorry!!
NSFW alphabet for Carmilla
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Her eyes immediately go from lustful to full of love. She kisses your forehead and curls up with you to sleep. She’ll clean up in the morning.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Her favourite body part on herself is her hands. They’re big and that can be used for many things. Her favourite part of your body is your waist and your muscles, depending on your body type. (She loves all body types)
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
She won’t let herself get too dirty which is why she will never allow you to cum on her body. She just finds it gross.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
She would be into stepping on you while she’s in her pointy shoes.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
She always knows what she’s doing.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Riding you or missionary.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Serious the entire time until you’re both finished.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
She doesn’t shave. She’s all natural everywhere.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
It depends on her mood, the occasion, and your mood of course.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
She doesn’t masturbate ever. She only does it if she’s in front of you to tease you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Oh she’s a dommy mommy. This lady is tying you up, blood play, knife play, degradation, bdsm, sadism, and if you’re lucky you might get a bit of praise.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Your bedroom or the sex dungeon that she has.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
If you get bratty or catch an attitude she is putting you in your place ASAP.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
She won’t let you top/dominate her. Ever. It just makes her feel incredibly weak, insecure, and uncomfortable.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
She likes making you eat her out. She will tug you by a leash even.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It depends what will torture you more.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
She doesn’t do quickies. She finds them impractical and inconvenient.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Yes. She will take risks of all sorts. Unless it involves her losing control/power, or puts you in any real danger.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
She can go for so many rounds. Soooo good luck you’ll need it.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
She will use toys on you. Anything that you show interest in, she will buy it immediately.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Very unfair. Edging you is one of her favourite things ever.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
She moans and degrades you a lot. Occasionally she will praise you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
She makes you call her mommy or mistress in the bedroom.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
She’s got some massive honkers. Mommy milkers if you will. Fat ass too. She a thick lady.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Fairly high. Probably every other day.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Almost immediately. As soon as you’re in her arms.
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celticcrossanon · 3 months ago
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BRF Reading - 29th of September 2024
This is speculation only
Cards drawn on the 29th of September, 2024
Question: Why did Prince William and Princess Catherine go to Balmoral recently without the children? Was it business or pleasure?
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Interpretation: It was on business
Card One: The Hierophant
The Hierophant is the card of institutions, and in my readings it usually stands for the BRF. It is a card of tradition, social groups, conforming to rules, and following established conventions and processes to achieve things.
This card tells me that the trip to Balmoral was for business - BRF business. It could be a continuation of the traditional discussions at Balmoral, or something could have come up that had to be dealt with. It was not a romantic weekend away without the kids (as I have seen it reported in by some news groups) but rather a call to a business meeting about the BRF.
Card Two: The Knight of Cups
Knights are action cards, so this meeting was to discuss a proposed course of action. The Knight of Cups can also be a card of apologies, so there may have been an apology to The Prince and Princess of Wales for what was about to happen, or they may have discussed sending an apology to someone else (from memory this was after Harry's birthday greetings and before the next wave of the P. Diddy scandal). The Knight of Cups can be a Pisces person, so this meeting could involve Prince Andrew and/or Prince Edward, who are both Pisces. Finally, the Knight of Cups generally can be about following your heart, being diplomatic, negotiating or mediating a situation, and being idealistic - seeing things through rose coloured glasses rather than as they are.
The energy of this card is a mix of the above. The mediator/negotiator energy is coming through, so this could have been a meeting to negotiate terms about a future course of action. There is some energy around Prince Andrew, but it is more in the background, so he and his situation may have formed part of the discussion but it was not the focus of the discussion. I'm not getting any energy from Prince Edward except for him having his say about things generally, like all the other members of the BRF. The apology side of it has a wavering energy - apologies might have been discussed or involved, but they were not the focus of the meeting.
The strongest energy here is of negotiation. It feels like this was a meeting for Prince William and The King to discuss and negotiate terms for a situation - a I will do X if you will do Y but Z if off the table sort of discussion, with offer and counter offer and refusals until both sides have something that they can live with, even if they are not happy about it. There is an energy of being rewarded as well - if I do X which I don't want to do, then I expect N in return - those rewards for certain actions were discussed and agreed upon.
There is an energy of idealism here as well. I think that The King is looking at this situation from an idealistic point of view and not seeing things as they really are, and the action he has proposed is from this viewpoint.
Card Three: The Chariot in Reverse
This is the card for Cancer, and in this case it is giving me Prince William energy, who is a sun sign Cancer. The Queen is a sun sign Cancer as well, but I'm not getting her energy from this card.
The Chariot is a card of moving ahead, progress towards your goals, control, willpower, success. In the reverse, you can not progress towards your goal, you are stuck in a situation, and you have no control over the outcome.
The energy of this card is that of frustration. Prince William is frustrated. He did not have control in these negotiations. I get the feeling that he was told he had to do things that he did not want to do, and he only agreed because the alternatives were much worse. I think that his position as heir and his duty to The King were used as a way of pressuring him to agree to the terms (from The Hierophant card). So Prince William is not happy with this situation, He feels obliged to support The King by doing things that he would much rather not do, His plan of action for dealing with the situation has been discarded and he is stuck with a situation that he does not want but can not escape as he has no control over the final outcome at this stage.
The Chariot in Reverse can also indicate Prince William's reputation taking a hit as a result of the negotiations of the Knight of Cups cards.
Card Four: The Ten of Pentacles in Reverse
This is the card of a stable family, legacy, family and roots and ancestry and inheritance, of stability and tradition - and it is in the reverse. It is also one of the minor arcana cards for the BRF. Whatever is planned is going to disrupt the traditions of the BRF and their legacy. It will also disrupt Prince William's family and possibly make life unsafe for them by exposing them to people who want to hurt/destroy them.
This is the strongest energy from this card - a danger to the BRF and possibly to the families of Prince William and The King, a decline or tarnishing of a legacy. Two minor energies are below:
The first minor energy comes from the meanings of the Ten of Pentacles in reverse as bankruptcy. I am wondering if The King asked/told Prince William to pay for things out of The Duchy of Cornwall that Prince William does not want to do and that will consume a significant part of his income (I always get the impression that The King still regards The Duchy of Cornwall as his estate and his income).
The second minor energy comes from the meaning of the Ten of Pentacles in reverse as family disputes, which ties into the energy of the Knight of Cups and The Chariot in reverse - whatever the negotiations were, they caused arguments between Prince William and The King.
Card Five: The Emperor in Reverse
This is my card for The King acting in his role as King, and not as a father/brother/uncle etc. The Emperor in reverse is a card of tyranny, dominating control, being rigid and stubborn, and being reckless in not listening to advice. This is The King who says I want X done and I'm not backing down or changing my plans for anyone. It ties in with The Chariot in Reverse energy - The King has put his foot down and asserted his control - things are going his way and no other way - and Prince William has very little to no power or control in this situation.
Underlying Energy: The Knight of Wands in Reverse.
This is a card of someone who is reckless, has no self control, volatile, arrogant, and who is angry that their demands are not being met. It is giving me Harry energy (of course).
I drew a clarifier to make sure this was Prince Harry and the clarifier was The Hermit, the major arcana card for Virgo and so for Harry, so yes, this is him.
Harry has done something that is rash, reckless, arrogant etc, more than his actions usually are, and this is the reason behind the meeting at Balmoral. I think that The King heard about the P. Diddy scandal and Harry's involvement and he called a meeting to tell Prince William what was happening with Harry, how he was dealing with the situation, and what he expected Prince William to do as part of his plan for Harry.
Conclusion:
Prince William was called to Balmoral to discuss BRF business, and The Princess of Wales went with him. The meeting was called to deal with a situation that Harry has got himself into due to acting with more than his usual arrogance, reckless behaviour etc. The meeting was supposed to be a negotiation but it turned into more of a situation where Prince William was told what was happening and what he would do by his father. I think that Prince William may have managed to negotiate on a few issues involving his family, but overall he had little to no control over what was decided.
The King is viewing this situation through an idealistic lens and not seeing things as they really are. His proposed plan of action has the potential to disrupt the legacy of the BRF and the disrupt and endanger both his immediate family and Prince William's immediate family, and/or their legacies.
The endangerment of Prince William's family will come from things such as having to attend events with Harry and his wife while knowing that both of these people are out to destroy The Prince and Princess of Wales and take their places. The disruption is e.g. the stress of having Harry and possibly his wife back in the country as part of the BRF and bring their usual drama with them and causing trauma for other people. It is similar for The King, but the danger to his family is around Queen Camilla and not to himself, and it is less than the danger to The Prince and Princess of Wales.
These exact situations may not happen, but that is the kind of 'unsafeness' and 'disruption' that I am getting.
Prince William's reputation could take a large hit as a result of what his father wants him to do to support his brother, as part of his duty as the Heir to support The King in his actions.
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leiswxrld · 1 year ago
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𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄
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𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒… “Don’t run away this is what you wanted…right”
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Street racer!Tom Kaulitz x Street racer!black fem reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Smut, p in v sex, riding, missionary, public sex in a car, enemies to lovers trope, Tom low-key misogynistic, no condom, Tom is 18+, inspired by Tokyo drift.
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3691 Words
𝐀/𝐍: please make suggestions on what I should write next low-key running out of ideas and dw sub!bill one shot has not been forgotten, writing it soon. Also listen to the slowed and reverb version so much better.
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You were number one street racer in all of California and the first woman to win a race against all men which deemed you the name ‘the queen of street racing’ and since then you hadn’t lost a race until he came along.
You were crouched in front of your car cleaning the exterior of your customised purple Nissan 350-Z, making sure to wash off the dirt from your last race. The soapy suds splattered all over your black dungaree as you wiped the sweat that formed across your forehead, the noises from your boombox echoed in your garage as tap in by saweetie played through as you bounced to the beat, muttering the lyrics under your breath.
You grabbed the mechanical creeper at your side and rolled under your car making a few adjustments and changing the oil filter before coming back up covered in muck and oil. The sudden ring of your phone was heard as you go to grab it, pressing the green illuminated button, “Hello”
“Yo Y/N got a race for you tonight you able to make it for today”
You contiplated your choices, hand gravitating to your hips. You really could use the money, “how much”
“About 1000 grand if you win this race”
“Alright I’ll be there in an hour”
“Ight bet see you there”
You hang up and decided the first thing on the agenda was to take a shower. You get dressed into the casual outfit you normally wore, a short purple skirt and a crop top, matched with long boots and a pair of earrings and necklace to go with. If you were going to race you were going to make sure you looked good doing it.
Sliding into the drivers side, you pushed the keys into the ignition and the engine came to life with a roar and you grinned in excitement as you turned on the radio connecting your phone to it as Shut up and drive by Rihanna blasted through the speakers. You revved the engine, the exhausts making popping sounds every time you pressed you foot on the pedal. You had exactly 10 mins to get there and you were guaranteed you were going to make it.
You took off, zooming down the streets of LA California with the windows rolled down as the midnight breeze hit your skin sending goosebumps throughout. Your hands controlled the steering wheel, making direct and quick turns towards the race. The familiar neon lights came into view as you saw the different drivers parked up in lanes over at the track, you park next to the familiar driver you knew as Devante who looked smug as usual, you wouldn’t consider him a friend or fiend but someone you could tolerate.
Stepping outside the vehicle, Devante doesn’t miss the chance to make his advances towards you letting out a whistle as you throw him the middle finger, “if it isn’t Y/N what are you doing here shouldn’t you be in the kitchen or something”
“Very fucking funny Devante the only person that will be in the kitchen will be you when I beat you in the race” you snidely reply, flicking your hair behind your back. He chuckles leaning against the side of his car as he seemed to eye you up more than usual, “We will see bout’ that Y/N when you’ll be the one making me a sandwich”
You ignore his dumb comment and your eyes linger to unfamiliar face down the far right with the black car which seemed to be a 1997 Mazda RX-7. He was tall about 6’2 from your usual height, the rows of cornrows he had surprisingly looked good for the white boy and he had a long white tee and baggy blue jeans that were sagged. He was beyond fine than you liked to admit even though you could barley see him to begin with and seemingly kept to himself not worrying about the people around him.
“Devante who’s the guy stood over there with the black car on the far right” you say pointing in the direction of the mysterious boy, he looks towards the direction your pointing in and chuckles, “Oh him that’s Tom Kaulitz German racer apparently he’s a pretty big deal in Germany won every race he’s been in”
You nod looking back at the boy almost mugging him, “What don’t tell me the queen of racing is scared she might actually lose to big sensation Tom Kaulitz” he teases and you roll your eyes and cross your arms .
“Puh-lease I’ve won every race there’s no way I’m scared that ‘big sensation’ Tom Kaulitz will beat me, it will be like every other race an easy 1000 dollars made”
He smirks eyebrow pointing upwards, “if you say so”
Your attention is drawn to the two Asian girls with flags, signalling the race was about to begin. “May the best racer win” you salute at him before climbing into your car, fixing the rearview mirror. You check yourself out once more, applying a fresh coat of clear lip gloss before flicking the mirror back up. Your attention is brought back to the two girls as they waved the flags, you revved your engine getting ready to take off.
You smiled at the familiar sight of your fan girls that we’re screaming you on, you send them a wave and a rev of your engine egging them on. Your head turns toward your competitors as they seemed to do the same thing sizing you up as you gave them all a wink. The girls wave their flags counting down from 3 until they reached 1 waving their flags down signalling to go and you take off with a quickness leaving a gust of wind behind.
You screamed in excitement, the thrill of driving going up as your adrenaline pumped your heart harder. Your foot pressed hard against the accelerator, making harsh turns as you watched your competitors in the rear view and they were inches behind you, luckily this race was one lap only and you knew easily you would win. You picked up speed, following the course of the road.
Your hand gravitated to the stick shift changing the gears every time you heard the timed ticks from the engine, the purple fumes illuminated the road as you turned the corner. One of the racers picked up speed going neck to neck with you and turned your head for a second to see it was that German driver. You sneered as he turned in your direction with a grin, speeding past you, “Fuck”
You chased after him, changing gears and your speed exceeding over 140 mph. Your hands gripped the steering wheel as your lungs tightened with anticipation, you were overtaking each other each second and the finish line was nearing, you knew you couldn’t lose especially not some newbie that you barley knew. You were swerving at each corner, the tires making noises against the tarmac as the finish line came into view and you pressed your leg harder on the pedal, not paying attention to the other drivers but you and him.
“Come on…come on….come on…”
And with that you both make it to the finish line and you didn’t come first place. You slowed down, parking your car near the finish line. Furious wasn’t a way to describe how you were feeling, you were beyond pissed to the point you felt actual fumes coming out from both ears. You watched how king dickhead got praises and cheers from the crowd as he seemed to be boastful about it in excitement as if he was trying to intentionally piss you off more.
Devante and the rest of the drivers pull up next to you and get out of their vehicles and you follow, glaring at the one who took your position as winner. “Seems like you owe me a sandwich”
“Fuck off D not now” he put his hands up at your snarky attitude and you continued to look at Tom. From now on he was captain asshole and you would make sure you would make it know.
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A few weeks went by and you went from number one female driver in LA to second place, every race you were in Tom managed to beat and steal your thunder; you managed to lose half off your fan base because of the amount of losses you had and they all migrated to Toms side which he decided to call them his ‘Girlfriends’ stupid name I know and rumour has it that he hooks up with his fans as an ‘extra reward’ how infuriating could he get.
He also liked to piss you off at any chance; embarrassing you in front of his fans and your own, calling you names and laughing at your faults every time you thought no one was watching, you were fucking sick off him.
“I can’t fucking stand him” you voiced out to your home girl on the phone as you worked on the engine of your car. “I know babe you’ve voiced this out every time you call me”
“Well you can understand why though; he took my place as the best driver in LA, stole basically all of my fans and practically doesn’t stop to embarrass and shame me for not winning”
“Girl why don’t you just race him only to prove to him that you can beat him in a race” she suggests and your eyes lit up with excitement, “That’s it thanks Suki talk to you later”
The next time you see him is after the race and he beat you once again. You waltzed your way towards him as he was distracted by the multiple girls that crowded around him. “Kaulitz” you yell out and he turns around towering over you, “Come to congratulate me Y/N” he says with a slight smirk on his face.
“No but I’m here to challenge you to a race tomorrow night at 11pm at the old warehouse” the whole crowd make noises to the sudden call our as you cross your arms waiting for his response, “Bet it will be fun seeing you lose once again”
“We’ll see about that Kaulitz” you reply and he steps towards you, his mouth moving to your ear “I’ll see you tomorrow night when you lose once again to me” you wanted to slap that stupid smirk off his face as you turn around, walking back to the direction of your car with a sway of your hips.
The next day you made sure you looked your best, you wore a tight purple dress that reached your thighs and knee high boots with a pair of purple sunglasses. You applied a thin layer of lipgloss and get into your car watching the time approach 11pm. You drove your way to the meet up spot and it was busier than usual, your fans and his fans in one spot as you parked at your designated area.
You spot suki and devante and give them a slight wave and as usual Tom was late, his black Mazda pulling in and parking next to you. You could sense his eyes on you as you turn to face him, he throws you a wink and you roll your eyes fixing your rearview mirror. “Good luck” Suki shouts from the crowd sending a heart your way and you pretend to catch it sending one back.
The two girls stand in front of you once again, waving their flags in a mannered fashion counting down from three before hitting one and wave their flags downwards and you take off. Both of you were out for blood, refusing to stand down without a fight. Your hand stayed on the stick shift as the other was on the steering wheel, the cold breeze blew into your car as the sounds of the exhausts echoed into the night sky. Tom looked at you with a grin and you wondered what he was thinking.
He sped up and cut you off from turning the corner nearly making you spin out of control into the street lamp in front of you. “That fucker” you screamed and you pressed your foot on the accelerator gaining speed until you we’re neck to neck with him and you turn to face him, “Pull over now” you yell signalling go the side of the road, he seems to catch on and follows you onto the side of the road, parking behind you.
You get out of the car and march towards his car, knocking on his window and he reluctantly rolls it down, “What the fuck is your problem you cut me off back there and I nearly hit a street lamp”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about princess maybe racing isn’t cut out for women like you”
“What the fuck do you mean by it isn’t cut out for women like me” you question,
“You know exactly what I mean I don’t need to repeat myself” your fists were clenched and you were getting irritated by the minute and that surfaced heat felt like it needed to be let out instead of being bottled up.
“You know what fuck you Tom you think your such a fucking know it all showing off whenever you get the chance, you and your stupid car should’ve stayed in Germany you misogynistic prick” you sassed, pointing toward his car and him with every word.
“Oh Yeah is that how you feel about me” he reply’s, clearly amused by your response’s.
“Yeah that’s exactly how I feel and I’d appreciate if you would kindly listen and fuck off” he gets out his car slamming the door and he backs you up towards the back of his car.
“Or what princess what will you do if I don’t” he challenged, pressing a hand onto the rear end of his car.
You could feel it, the sexual tension was off the charts both refusing to stand down. You were Infuriated with him and it made you want to strangle him while the other half of you was annoyingly turned on by the argument you had spewed with him and you didn’t fail to notice his eyes flicker to your lips that were smeared with clear scented lipgloss and also don’t miss how he looks at the fat of your thighs and the way your dress hugs your body, showing off what you had to offer.
“I’ll make you” you say, pointing in his direction.
“Then make me princess”
You push him onto the side off his car and smash your lips against his, venting out the frustration and anger you felt towards him from the past few days. He moans in response, pulling on your hair as your noses bash against each other in the hungry kiss. You pull away and your lip gloss was smudged onto his lips and you giggle to yourself pointing to the back seat, “Get in the fucking car ”
“Don’t need to tell me twice” he replys,
You both climb into the back of his car, shutting the door behind you. You climb into his lap and your hands automatically cling to his shoulders and you begin grinding your clit into his pelvic bone creating a euphorical sensation as your hands went to press at his collar bone. You both touched and grabbed wherever you pleased not caring for the potential onlookers that could catch you both in the sinful act, “Fuck” he mutters, biting on your bottom lip as he helped you grind into him, using his hands.
His hands move to your ass, kneading it in both as he continued to grind into you in slow motions almost as if you were riding him. He curses feeling the wet spot of your arousal on top of his baggy jeans, you let out cute moans and whimpers as he left red love bites and markings across your neck, claiming you as his.
“Already soaking wet for me” he muttered bringing two fingers to brush against the fabric of your panties and your juices coat his fingers. He pushes your panties to the side and slides two fingers into you with intense eye contact, stroking his fingers every time with vulgar gestures. “Oh fuck”
Your fingers clench around his fingers as the squelchy sound of arousal filled the car. He watched how you lost yourself on his fingers, pumping them in and out as your legs began to shake. Your head fell back as he stroked your spot every time, “Shit” you curse and you come all over his fingers as he slowly came to a stop before pulling them out.
He brings his fingers to his mouth tasting you and he groans around them, “Taste so fucking sweet”
You were so turned on beyond recognition and you needed him to be inside you then and there. You unbutton his jeans and he helps you pull them off along with his boxers exposing his fully erect cock and immediately direct it to your opening, “Eager are we” he teased, watching as you sunk down on his length with a gasp. “So fucking tight…shit”
You collected yourself for a second before lifting up and sinking back down, a guttural moan emits from his mouth as you began riding him. You hated to admit that he was bigger and thicker than the others you had hooked up with in the past, it felt like with every bounce he was breaking you apart on his cock. “So…fucking big”
He watched you under his gaze, hands going to your hips as he grinded your clit into his hip bringing immense pleasure that you felt you would come that second by just a few thrusts. “You needed this dick didn’t you” he questioned and you moaned in response, hand tightening on the seat behind him. “Fuck yourself on my cock…just like that ”
You were fully bouncing on him, the car shaking and the windows fogging up as your hand fell onto the window leaving a hand print on it. His head rolled back, groaning at how tight you were almost like a vice gripping him with immense tightness. “How long have you thought about fucking me Y/N”
“For so- fucking long” you confess, you we’re in the moment this would be forgotten by tomorrow morning. “Yeah tell me how fucking good I’m making you”
“Mhmm-”
“Tell me”
“Your making me feel so fucking good” you admit, eyes rolling back as your orgasm neared. “I’m gonna cum all over you Tommy all over your fat cock” you moan out, sinking your teeth into the crook of his neck. “Wait I’m not done with yet” he stops you and rolls you both over so that your back is against the car seat and he hovered on top of you.
He began pounding into you, every thrust hitting that spongy spot inside, your voice box emitting raspy moans feeling your breath caught in your throat as tears began to form in your waterline. “Ohhhh-fuck” it was too much for you to handle, trying to escape his harsh pounding, “Don’t run away this is what you wanted…. right” he mocked bringing his hand to remove the top of your dress, exposing your tits.
He slapped one of them grunting as he felt himself get closer and closer, “Where do you want it- fuck” he asks and you open your eyes, “In me….cum inside of me” you scream, wrapping your arms around his back and bringing him into another kiss, tongues tangling and moans mixing. “Shit”
You finally cum, your body convulsing as your orgasm hit you like a brick. Toms pace never faltered chasing his own before releasing inside you with a grunt and you moan at the warm liquid filling you up. You were out of breath feeling the now newfound embarrassment of fucking someone you hated and avoided eye contact. “Don’t get shy on me look at me” he finally says, gently putting his hand onto your cheek and forcing you to look at him.
“No one ever said I was shy you just assumed it” you lie, huffing out. “Mhmm definitely believe you princess” your cheeks flutter at the nickname and you curse yourself, why were you all of a sudden shy around him it made you want to puke. “I’ll let you win the race”
“Wait what really” you say surprised, what was he getting at.
“I wouldn’t say this if i didn’t mean it you know I love to win a race”
You roll your eyes, “and what’s the catch”
“The catch is you have to let me take you out somewhere”
“And why would I willingly agree to that”
“Because you like me”
“Just cause we fucked don’t mean I like you idiot”
“Tell that to someone else sweetheart don’t think I didn’t catch the way you reacted to me calling you princess earlier”
“Fuck off” you reply with playful hit on his chest,
“Admit it”
“A girl never spills her secret but I agree to your stupid date because I want to win”
“Mhmm keep telling yourself that”
He gives you one more kiss before you both get dressed and you cringe at the feeling of his cum falling down your leg. “Race you there loser” you mimic him from earlier and you get into your car, taking off towards the finish line.
Of course you came first place and your fans cheered like crazy congratulating you as you thanked everyone. Tom pulled up next to you and he gives you a knowing look as he walks toward his friends and you walk towards Suki giving her a hug. “Congrats Y/N what does it feel like to be LA’s winner in the first time in 4 weeks” she says pushing a fake microphone towards your lips, “Feels fucking amazing that’s what it feels like” your eyes gravitate to Tom and he was already looking at you, sending a wink in your direction.
“Definitely feels amazing”
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