#dib they are never going to invite you

[milksnake-tea]

━━ fear not the road untaken .

Sunday hadn't spent long with the Stellaron Hunters before boarding the Express, but the memories he'd made with them were priceless. One quiet day in the Express's cabin, while reflecting on his experiences with the Hunters, you appear to visit him.

astral express!sunday x gn!stellaronhunter!reader

contains: sunday used to be a stellaron hunter, teasing, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE WRITTEN SO FAR, SUNDAY IS DOWN BADDDD AS HE DESERVES TO BE BITES FIST I MISSED THIS SO BADDDDD, not established relationship sunday just has a massive crush on you

word count: 2.06k

a/n: happy drip marketing yall. you all get a sunday fluff piece. as a treat. also yes i am completely and totally sane. (THIS IS THE MOST SELF INDULGENT FIC IVE EVER WRITTEN I AM SO SORRY GUYS)

taglist: @sh0jun , @themoderatelyawesomeninja , @xphantasmagoriax , @rainswept , @lucensei , @akutasoda , @naraven , @scribs-dibs , @apathicace , @flurrina , @tragedy-of-commons , @cakechase , @kiiyoooo

“Sunday, we’re going out to Belobog for a bit. Wanna come with?”

Heeled boots still in the midst of a step. Feather-like hair shifts and tousles as he turns his head. At the invitation, gold melts, sapphires glitter, and a gentle smile warms his lips.

March is a blessing, he thinks. She is bubbly, kind, and always manages to light up whatever room she steps into - in that regard, she is not too unlike his beloved sister. Although her ability to plan ahead leaves much room for improvement, he cannot deny that it was her presence that made his transition into a Nameless much easier than it would’ve been.

Although, truthfully, he’d expected more resistance from her - out of everyone, she seemed to be the most traumatized by the Charmony Festival Disaster, and she also had more of a distaste for Stellaron Hunters than the others. But surprisingly, she’d come around to him, and welcomed him into the Express with open arms - and a lot of food. He swears, every time she’s come back from a trip, it’s another sweet or drink shoved into his arms - not that he’s complaining, though.

“Thank you for the invitation,” he begins, then rests a hand over his chest as a reflex. “But I’m afraid I’ll have to refuse. The last expedition has left me rather exhausted - and as you know, I don’t fare well in cold weather.”

Dan Heng nods in understanding. He’s never been a man of many words, and for that Sunday appreciates him. He rather likes straight-forward people, who aren’t afraid to say their mind - perhaps that’s why he’s grown to adore both the Express and the Hunters so much.

“Is there anything you want us to bring back?” pipes up the Trailblazer, dog-like eyes shining as they lean over March. “Like, sweets or whatever?”

Sunday bites back a chuckle. Somehow, word had gotten around that Sunday had quite the sweet tooth. He doesn’t know who started it or how they found out (he has his suspicions on March), but ever since the trio has been dragging him around to various planets and encouraging him to try the local desserts.

He wonders if he’s gotten cavities yet. He hopes not.

Maybe he should check again, at a later time.

“That Rye Bread Iceberg you brought last time was rather enjoyable. I’d like to try it again.”

March and the Trailblazer brighten at his words. “Okay, on it!”

Dan Heng only hums his acknowledgement before turning to leave the parlor car. “Let’s go,” he advises the others. “You know Seele doesn’t like to wait.”

Sunday has never personally met this Seele (the Trailblazer describes her as a crass but kind-hearted warrior), but her fury is enough to whip both March and the Trailblazer into shape. It isn’t long before the trio is waving him goodbye as they descend into the frozen planet, and he also bids them farewell.

And then it is just him, and the conductor.

A small sigh leaves him as he sits down on one of the many couches. He wasn’t lying when he said he was exhausted. Fighting - or any physical activity, for that matter - isn’t exactly his strong suit. Even during his time with the Hunters, he’d stayed behind the front lines, acting as a pseudo Kafka with his carefully crafted words and tuning abilities.

That’s one of the few things about the Hunters that he prefers over the Express - they didn’t force him to hike through deserts and jungles and mountains and Xipe knows what else. All they did was throw him off a skyscraper in the name of the script (he’s pretty sure Elio just wanted to see if he’d actually fly or not).

Sunday blinks, realizing just what had just passed through his mind. Then he sighs with a smile, leaning back into the red plush of the couches.

Only a few months since his fall, and he’s already beginning to think as weirdly as the rest of them.

“Sunday, are you alright?”

Sunday glances down to see the conductor waddling by his feet.

Pom Pom is… strange, no doubt - for whatever reason, Dan Heng fears them and has advised Sunday to not anger them at all costs. Their past is shrouded in mystery, but Sunday finds himself drawn to the conductor. Perhaps living most of his life in a fever dream like Penacony has warped his perception of what is normal and what is not.

“I’m fine, thank you.” He shifts on the couch to make room, but the conductor shakes their head.

“Are you sure? Pom Pom saw you laughing to yourself,” they fret, tapping their nubby hands together anxiously. “Have you been sleeping enough?”

Sunday crosses one leg over the other, and rests his hands over his knee. “If you’re concerned about my transition from Penacony to reality, be at ease. The Hunters have practically beat a proper sleep schedule into me.”

Pom Pom yelps in shock. “B-Beat?! They beat you?”

“Not literally,” Sunday hastes, instinctively reaching out a hand to calm the conductor. “It was more akin to… ominously threatening checkups. Although, there was this one time-”

He sees the look on Pom Pom’s face, and decides to stop it there. He fears they might break out sobbing if he continues.

“Nevertheless, rest assured that I am sleeping at an appropriate time,” he finishes reassuringly. His practiced smile pays off as the conductor gradually calms down, albeit worry about the Hunters’ methods still lingers.

“Alright, if you say so, Sunday.” They look around uneasily. “Do you want anything to drink?”

Sunday waves his hands hastily. “No, I am alright, thank you-”

“He’ll have some tea.”

Pom Pom jumps with a shriek and Sunday’s wings puff up. A familiar laugh ghosts his ear, and immediately Sunday’s face brightens.

“What- What are you doing here?!” Pom Pom quickly hides behind one of Sunday’s slender legs, hugging it like a lifeline. Sunday places a hand on their head to calm them as he turns to the hologram with a warm smile.

“At ease, conductor, they’re a friend.”

Your holographic form glitches in and out of reality. There’s a thin blue filter over your appearance, but other than that, everything is the same as he remembers.

“Hey, angel,” you coo, leaning your elbow on his shoulder as you sit besides him. Its weight is not the same as it would be in reality, but the presence is enough - a small, barely noticeable tingle that has his heart fluttering and his wings following in suit. “How’s life as Nameless? Do you miss us yet?”

Sunday laughs gently. “It has only been two weeks since I left the Hunters. I’m afraid I haven’t had the time to miss you all.”

You pout playfully, sticking out your tongue.Even though parts of you chip away and reappear, and your form isn’t stable, Sunday can’t help but be as captivated by you as he was when he was still among the Hunters’ ranks. Where the projection fails, his tinted memory fills in.

“Silver Wolf misses you, although I doubt she’d actually say it,” you say, taking a lock of his hair and twirling it around your finger. “Has she visited you yet?”

Sunday stutters a bit before weakly batting your finger away with his wing. “No, I’m afraid she hasn’t.”

“Hm.” You smile at his attempt to brush you off. Letting go of his hair, you instead opt to tug lightly at his cheek, earning a squeak from the Halovian. “That’s weird. Maybe she was too shy to speak up.”

“I-” Sunday rubs his cheek when you finally let go. Embarrassingly, his wings jump to shield his face, an unfortunate reflex he’d yet to curb. “I suppose she was…”

He hears you hum, and he lifts a wing to peek at you. His cheeks feel hot - no, that’s an understatement, the entirety of his body feels as if he’s in a fireplace.

“Give her my regards,” he finally breathes out, thanking the Aeons for his training in keeping his composure. Sure, it ultimately fails whenever he looks at you, but at least he’s able to fix himself quickly enough… or at least, he hopes that’s what it looks like.

“You didn’t answer my question though.” Propping your elbow on his shoulder again, you rest your cheek in your palm. “How’s the Nameless life treating you?”

“It’s chaotic,” Sunday admits with a fond sigh. He relaxes into the couch once more, feeling himself sink into the plush. Briefly, he’s tempted to lean his head on your shoulder, but given that you’re a holograph, he holds himself back. “But it’s fun. The Nameless have been kind, and the planets I’ve visited… It’s nice, to see the universe as someone other than a wanted criminal.”

“Wow. Thanks.”

Sunday would apologize, but considering that it’s you he’s talking to, he doesn’t feel the need to. After all, you’ve said worse to him, and him to you.

“You know what I mean,” he chuckles. “To be honest, though, the Express and the Hunters aren’t so different.”

He hears Pom Pom squawk indignantly, and again he ruffles their fur to calm them. Turning ever so slightly to your hologram, he gazes at you with adoration and fondness swelling his heart.

“To the both of you, I am forever grateful. If it weren’t for your kindness, I’d be rotting away in an alley somewhere. I wouldn’t be where I am today.”

All distaste for the Hunters fades from Pom Pom as they giggle bashfully. “Aw, Sunday… You don’t have to thank us. We were just doing what the Nameless do.”

You nod in agreement, reaching through his wing and poking his cheek again. “Conductor’s right. No need for thanks, birdie.”

“Still-” Sunday makes a sound like a startled bird as you poke his cheek harder, squishing it against the rest of his face. Underneath his coat, his primary wings strain with the urge to flutter and twitch, while his secondary wings are held back by sheer willpower. The only sign that they want to flap so badly is with the tiniest of tremors.

“None of that,” you chide him gently, tapping him lightly on the plush of his lips. “We’re just glad you’re happy - right, bunny?”

“Who’re you calling bunny?!” Pom Pom protests, steam puffing out of their head while steam threatens to escape Sunday’s face for completely different reasons.

Before you can reply, however, your form begins to glitch out, flickering in and out of reality at a higher frequency. With an annoyed click of your tongue, you stand up.

“Looks like Silver Wolf isn’t happy,” you comment, brushing off imaginary dust from your clothes. Taking one step so that you’re fully in front of Sunday, you lean in so that your projected nose barely brushes against his. “I have to get going now. You have my number, so text me if you need anything, okay? Or if you want to catch me up with your travels, you can always call me.”

Sunday’s voice feels lodged in his throat. With a subtle gulp, his Adam’s Apple bobbing ever so slightly, he manages to speak with an even voice.

“Okay,” he whispers, his voice almost a whimper. He wants to explode.

You smile fondly, and duck in to peck at the corner of his lips. The buzzing of your holograph morphs into electrifying lightning, surging into his veins, puffing up his feathers and making all of his hairs stand up and sending his already tapping heart into a frenzy. His body freezes into a statue, and all coherent thoughts melt away into a haze that is both ecstatic and shocked.

By the time you pull away, his wings are flapping erratically and his entire body is dyed in a rosey red. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, but all words die on his tongue and he is left blabbering like a fool.

You laugh again, eyes crinkling so beautifully he swears he’s ascended.

“If that’s how you react, I wonder how cute you’ll be when it’s the real deal.”

And then you’re gone, vanishing like a sweet dream in a flurry of pixels, leaving Sunday there to dazedly touch his lips, and then where you’d kissed him.

And then he smiles, giddily, and his halo practically glows as soft, love-stricken giggles begin to leave him.

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

[fastandcarlos]

Hometown Glory : ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen

summary: it all leads up to the race at zandevoort, and we all know how it ends

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ynusername: a few days in paradise with my dream of a husband 💕☺️

9,402 comments

username1: look at how in love they are omg

username2: hope you both got a well deserved break!!

maxverstappen1: you make me the happiest love 🥰

username3: can I have a relationship like this in the future pls

landonorris: assuming my invite got lost in the post 🤔

ynusername: @/landonorris bold of you to assume you were invited in the first place 😂

carlossainz55: rebecca wants to know where you guys were staying

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 tell her to buy me a drink in zandevoort and I’m all hers

username4: I want to know where THE max verstappen holidays too

username5: hope you’re well prepared to win this weekend max!

schecoperez: how does he still look as pale as he did when you guys left 😂😂

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maxverstappen1: little break before heading home for race weekend 🌊

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username6: the dutch fans can’t wait to see you and cheer you on!

username7: what’s the better view? max or the beach?

ynusername: always the best time with you ❤️

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername plenty more memories to hold onto forever ☺️

danielricciardo: I remember the days when you used to beg me to go on holiday with you so you wouldn’t be lonely 😂

maxverstappen1: @/danielricciardo luckily for me I’ve got better company now 😬

username8: these pictures are insane wow

username9: could you maybe just keep your shirt off forever??

charles_leclerc: I hope you didn’t stick to your diet (then I might have a chance of beating you this weekend!)

username10: holidaying with max is the dream

username11: abs abs abs abs abs

landonorris: still bitter I didn’t get an invite

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ynusername: supposed to be at some black tie event but all I can focus on is the view in front of me 😍

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username12: max looks good in anything wow

maxverstappen1: I had a pretty good view in front of me too 🥺

ynusername: @/maxverstappen that pudding did look pretty delicious

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername yeah you did, didn’t you?

username13: omg max flirting on insta I never thought we’d see the day

username14: you just know yn is scolding him behind closed doors for this

carlossainz55: that’s what happens when you date the biggest dutch sport star in the world!

carmenmmundt: idk about max but you look stunning 🥰

username15: how can one couple be so hot wtf

username16: apparently they couldn’t keep their hands off each other all night long

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ynusername: back in amsterdam ☕️❤️

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alexandrasaintmleux: wherever that is I want you to take me there!!

username17: welcome home both of you!!

username18: can’t wait to see you at the race this weekend ☺️

maxverstappen1: so this is what you get up to whilst I’m stuck in meetings huh

username19: STUNNING

danielricciardo: such an aesthetic queen

ynusername: @/danielricciardo 👑👑👑👑

alex_albon: lily calls dibs on you taking her first

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maxverstappen1: home race means I get all the kisses in the world 🥺🥺🥺

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username20: my heart can’t take how cute you two are

landonorris: sick bucket anyone??

username21: the definition of happiness in three photos

username22: I can’t cope with much more of this

ynusername: thousands more where those came from 😘

georgerussell63: I’m with lando on this one!

username23: yn secretly living out my dream

schecoperez: you can stop that in the garage too 😂

maxverstappen1: @/schecoperez soz just can’t help myself

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maxverstappen1: pole position in my home race, does it get any better than this? 🏎️🏁

129,594 comments

ynusername: could not be prouder of you!

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername it’s all thanks to your amazing support 🥺

username24: your dutch fans are incredibly proud of you ❤️💙

username25: never in doubt champ

schecoperez: congrats my friend - knew you’d do it!

username26: what about if you win tomorrow??

danielricciardo: save some wins for someone else bro

username27: an absolute legend

landonorris: I’d never forgive you for not getting pole in your home race fyi

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris let me know when you get one 😂

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ynusername: could not be any happier, the perfect return to our home. so proud of you max!! 🥰

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username28: way to go max!!

username29: home races are always the best

georgerussell63: well this is a bit cute isn’t it 😂

username30: the cutest photos ever

maxverstappen1: the perfect end to the perfect weekend ❤️

landonorris: thank goodness the sweet home posts are over for another year 😂

danielricciardo: I’ve got some photos of max on my phone that might make you happier 😂

maxverstappen1: @/danielricciardo don’t you dare!

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˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[mikedfaist]

Boyfriend!Art Donaldson Headcanon: Part I

The first time Art ever lays eyes on you, he becomes enthralled, but that didn’t stop Patrick from calling dibs.

“You can’t call dibs on a person—not that person.”

“Hey, it’s a free world. We can share.”

When he first meets you, he is already too late because Patrick is at your side leaving a dust trail behind him, offering you a drink. He watches the two of you interact for a few minutes before Patrick turns around to face Art, gesturing in his direction. That’s when your eyes meet, and you offer a welcoming smile.

When Patrick invited you to come back to their hotel room later, Art doubted you’d ever show up.

“She probably thinks we just want to fuck her.”

“We do want to fuck her.”

 “Yeah, but…what’s going to happen? She chooses one of us and the other sits in the bathroom the rest of the night?”

When you do show up, Art is suddenly faced with the realization that maybe he won’t be the one you choose, and the idea of sitting in the bathroom while his best friend fucks you makes him want to throw up.

When you move to sit on the bed, you stare directly at Art as you gesture for him to join you. He looks back at Patrick with hesitance, but with awkward limbs, pushes himself up to join you.

“What about…” He gulps, quickly glancing down at Patrick, who is still sitting politely on the floor, and then back at you.

“He can stay and watch if he wants.”

And that was the beginning.

You both attend Stanford together, and most evenings you join him at his practices.

He loves to stay over at your dorm whenever your roommate is gone.

He also loves to be little spoon.

Neck kisses are his kryptonite. The easiest way to get him to do anything.

You once told him how wet you get hearing the sounds he makes on the court, and he’s never undressed you quick enough.

He also doesn’t think he’s ever came that hard before in his life.

He loves to buy you flowers.

He also loves it when you play with his hair; it’s the easiest way for him to fall asleep.

When Patrick comes to visit, there is a definite unspoken jealousy that radiates from him, but Art pretends like he doesn’t see it.

But it also doesn’t stop him from asking if he can come back to his dorm room later after his competition… if you’ll be there, that is.

Patrick will swallow his pride if it means he can get off watching his best friend fuck his girlfriend.

Every time it happens, you and Art promise each other it’s the last time…but it never is.

You two have date nights every Friday, and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t the one thing a week he looked forward to.

He calls you his good luck charm, and you are his #1 fan.

This wasn’t the most boyfriend!Art, but I can definitely do a part 2… I kept getting sidetracked…

[prettymonegasque]

not acceptable

Charles Leclerc x fem!driver! reader

Summary: Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do when your pretty boyfriend is a lil dumb

Warnings: Excessive cursing, Lando slander, grown men sharing a single brain cell, fluff?

Word Count: 1.3k

Based on my favourite scene in Schitt’s Creek

In all the two years you’ve been in Ferrari, the speculations and rumours of you dating Charles were non-stop. Neither of you paid much attention to it. You were both in happy relationships. However, that changed in the summer of ‘22 when you broke up with your partner. It wasn’t messy and you both agreed it was for the better. You focused on the rest of the season. 

Fast forward to the summer of ‘23, you and Charles were both single. You decided to give in to the speculations and give the relationship a real shot. You went on a few dates, each one being more fun than the previous one. Yet neither of you took the leap to become exclusive. You both liked each other but it wasn’t said out loud as much as you would’ve wanted to. So when Charles invited you to a game night with his friends, you thought it would be the one where he introduced you as his girlfriend. 

You knocked on his apartment door at 7 pm. You had brought a charcuterie board because you panicked and the first thing your mind thought was cheese. 

“Y/N! Come in.” Charles opened the door and hugged you. You tried your best to return while managing the charcuterie board. He laughed at your struggle, took the board from your hand and led you in. You spotted some familiar faces in the room. “Hey, guys. This is Y/N. My teammate as you know.” To risk being dramatic, the only description for what you felt was “death by a thousand cuts”. You still forced a smile and greeted everyone. You took a seat on the sofa next to Charles. “You brought a charcuterie board?” Pierre asked puzzled. “Dibs on gouda.” Yelled a familiar Brit.

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For the next few hours, you forced yourself to forget about your “teammate” and focus on the game instead. To everyone’s surprise, you were very good at Monopoly. You had already collected over $7000 worth of assets. You were more than happy to win by default. Arthur suggested Uno and everyone complied. You had never played it before which made the group very happy. 

When you got your cards you leaned over to Charles and whispered “What the fuck should I do now? ” Charles peeked at your cards and by instinct you shied them away from him. “You have to show me the cards so I can tell you what to do.” He laughed. You rolled your eyes and showed him the cards. “How the hell did you get 3 +4 cards?” “Why? Is that bad?” “No no. It is very good and I am very grateful my turn is before you.” “I am gonna crush these motherfuckers” You silently giggled.

“Y/N your turn,” Andrea called out. You placed the +4 card on the table. “Seriously?” Lando sighed and took 4 cards from the deck. “I thought you'd never played this before.” “I haven’t. I’m just that good, Norris.” “You know you could put all the +4 cards at once? ” Charles whispered in your ear. When your turn came again you placed both your +4 cards down. “Oh come on. You’re an absolute ass.” Lando exclaimed. “You just got destroyed by a UNO rookie, Lando” Pierre doubled over in laughter. “Also you have only one card left. You can call out UNO” Arthur nudged you. “UNO!” You yelled. “Well, I guess we have a winner. ” Lorenzo sighed and folded.

You started feeling a little guilty. Your winning spree kept cutting the game short. It didn’t look like anyone was having any fun. Even if Charles isn’t going to introduce you as his girlfriend, you still want his friends and brothers to like you as Charles’ girl. Charles brought in Scrabble as his last resort. He wasn’t expecting to go through 2 games so quickly. You were chosen as the judge. You promised yourself to go easy on everyone. You weren’t sure if you were making a good impression on everyone but boy did your ego love this. 

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“What do you mean ‘rizz’ isn’t accepted?” Arthur yelled. “Mate it isn’t in the dictionary.” “Then why does everyone call Lando ‘NoRIZZ’?” “Hey!” “I consider it as an acceptable word. We know the meaning. It exists. It’s a word.” You chimed in. “Thank you!” Arthur smiled and added 13 points to himself. The game continued and you limited yourself to simple words. And you accepted every word regardless of how ridiculous it was. 

“Yes Pierre ‘Fuck’ is a word.” 

“I mean we all know what ‘OMG’ is”

“Sure, Charles. You can make Frenglish words.” 

You could physically feel the pain from the insanity of some words but you were on a mission. You nodded and smiled and carried on. The words became chaotic by the minute. Your last straw was when Lando argued that “Skibidi” should be accepted. 

“That’s it. I can’t take this shit anymore. I respect the game too much to put up with this. You are way too old to use the word ‘Skibidi’, Lando.” “Yeah so wrong, Lando” Pierre fakes disappointment. “You! Fuck is not acceptable.” “Not acceptable. Yes sorry, Y/N” He bites back a laugh. “OMG!? Are you kidding me?” “I wasn’t.” Lorenzo shakes his head. “And my boyfriend sits there looking pretty and wanting to make up Frenglish words. THAT’S NOT EVEN A LANGUAGE. NOT ACCEPTABLE!” 

“I’m sorry. What did you just say?” Charles looked up at you. “I said Lando is old.” You tried to shift the conversation. “Why the fuck am I getting slandered?” “No. I think it was something about your boyfriend being pretty and making up words.” Charles redirects you. “Um... I don’t remember saying that.” You mumbled. “Yeah no. That’s what we heard. Right Arthur?” Pierre snickered. 

“Hey if my girlfriend says Frenglish isn’t acceptable then it isn’t, guys” Charles smirked. “Or it is. I don’t remember saying it.” You shrugged. “So you can do whatever you like.” The ceiling looked much more interesting than the gorgeous green eyes looking at you. “I think our work is done here. Let’s go guys.” Lando stood up. “And what exactly was that work, Norizz?” You called out as everyone was walking out the door chattering. Lando just smiled at you and closed the door. 

You and Charles remained quiet and just looked at each other for a long moment. “I don’t k-” “Do you r-” You both spoke at the same time. Gentle giggles echoed in the silence. “I was gonna ask if you regretted it?” Charles looked at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes. “No. God no. Charles, I don’t regret it at all. But to be honest, I kinda thought you hosted this game night to introduce me as your girlfriend. It sucked ass when you called me your teammate.” You looked down at your feet. You contemplated if sitting down would make this whole shebang less awkward. But Charles quietened your thoughts by standing up and taking your hands in his.

 “Cherie, seconds before you knocked, I was having a full-blown panic attack. I really really like you and I wanted us to be official but I didn’t know what you felt. The guys were there for emotional support because I do not trust myself with any high-risk situation.”

“You drive a car at 300 km/hr almost every weekend.” 

“Please. That is nothing compared to you. Every time I get in the cockpit, I’m more worried about your safety than mine. I was going to introduce you as my girlfriend. Trust me the word was on the tip of my tongue but I was being a pussy and chickened out. I’m so glad you did it tho.” His smile made those adorable dimples pop as he hugged you. “I’m so glad I did it too.” Your voice came out muffled with your cheek pressed against his chest. 

“And I’m so glad you called me pretty.”   

[cheriladycl01]

Mercedes Golden Girl - Grid x MercedesSplit! Reserve Driver

Plot: You are the woman to have come the furthest in modern Formula 1, as reserve driver for 3/10th of the grid she's thrown about the shop in the season of 2024.

Y/N Y/L/N was a name in Motorsport History books. She had currently come the furthest a woman has in F1 in many years.

Following in Oscar Piastri's footsteps, you won F3 in 2022 two years after him while he was storming through F2. You had an extremely dominant season being 30 points ahead of the next person behind you.

F3 wasn't too bad, you had one other girl with you that you were able to hang out with, as the boys were all the same in F3.

It was harder in 2023 when you graduated to F2 and were the only girl on the grid. Obviously you made friends with the boys but you always felt like the outcast, you never understood the 'boys jokes' and sometimes they wouldn't invite you to stuff because 'girls wouldn't like it' and it upset you.

You were very nervous to get into F1, only assuming that gap would be larger than it was in F2. So when you won the championship it only seemed smart for Toto to Promote you to the Mercedes reserve driver, on loan to McLaren and Williams as and when needed.

You'd been in the Mercedes Young Driver and Development Programme since Karting thanks to your family connections to one of the mechanics.

He begged Toto to go see you karting and give you a change and that was when his mind was set to help you further your career where he helped you into F4 and other racing.

There was an open spot in 2024 for you to be a Reserve Driver for Mercedes with Frederick Vesti and Mick Schumacher starting to look at other racing categories like WEC and Indy Car. So having you available in a second was important for Toto, they made a clause as engine suppliers for Williams and McLaren that they could also use you as a reserve driver as long as Mercedes had first dibs on you.

You thought your 2024 season would be pretty slow, only getting to go in the F1 car in Free Practice sessions like you had before but oh boy how wrong you turned out to be.

When Lewis announced he was moving to Ferrari in 2024, you had conversations with Toto Wolff and George Russell to see if that Mercedes seat could be yours, despite their being talk of Carlos Sainz, Alex Albon, Kimi Antonelli, Mick Schumacher and Frederick Vesti all up for taking that seat you hoped that maybe you could get it.

Toto didn't confirm anything and for the first four races, Bahrain, Saudi Arabia, Australia and Japan you did everything you could for the team, grabbing waters, helping hospitality make food, being chauffeur to any of the drivers who were tired after the races and everyone could see how much effort you were putting in.

CHINA 2024

In China, Logan Sargeant sprained his wrist in training and by the time FP1 came around the medical team said it wasn't safe for him to drive. As the sole and only reserve driver Williams had it was up for you to race.

Williams hadn't had a good season and they were worried having a rookie in the car. Both Alex and Logan had their fair share of mistakes and they were worried about their spending this year. They couldn't afford another chassis until Miami.

They also had yet to gain points with either the boys currently.

You were a lot smaller than Logan so they spent time padding out the car to help you so your neck didn't suffer with the G-Force as much.

By the time FP1 came about the car had been padded out fully.

"And here we have a very nervous looking Y/N Y/L/N who has been confirmed to take Logan's place for the race this weekend and will be partaking in her first F1 race. Awwww look at her talking to Logan and his team..." Ted says as he sees her on screen, talking through what was probably race strategy.

"Yeah, obviously she's done these Free Practice sessions but never a race so I'm excited to see what she can do on Sunday!" Martin says looking at her as she starts to pull her race suit up and put her helmet on.

You get in the car and after some wet conditions and not everyone getting out your fourth fastest on the board.

All the interviews were joking around saying how you were a Mercedes miracle.

FP2 saw you get P12 and you were pretty happy with that result as you weren't trying to drive quickly, you were just trying to get used to the track. You'd never driven the Shanghai circuit so getting to grips on the circuit was difficult.

FP3, went better and you came P9, trying to see how confident you were on the track and you were trying to go the quickest time you could without risking the car too much.

Qualifying was not good, your breaks were faulty meaning you didn't make it pas Q1 saddling up in P16.

"How did you feel about that qualifying session Y/N?" an interviewer asks and you.

"Yeah I think I got as much out of that car as I could on that day. I'm not only learning the track... I'm still learning the car and how it's built and just how different it is from F2. Learning both at once is pretty complicated so I'm personally proud of what I've achieved and yeah I hope the team is proud of me too.

"Yeah Y/N i think you've really got to understand just how amazing what you've done so far this weekend is already amazing and no matter the result tomorrow people will still be incredibly amazed by what you've managed to do in a lower end car" he smiles and you grin back.

"Thank you really!" you grinned, nearly tearing up at the kind words.

Come the Sunday and you were ready and raring to go, Williams had come up with an impeccable strategy that you knew you'd be able to pull something off.

"IT'S LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO HERE WE ARE RACING IN SHANGHAI CHINA FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE 2019. AND EVERYONE MAKES IT ROUND TURN ONE, BUT OH MY GOD CONTACT IN THE REAR WITH, WHAT THAT A WILLIAMS AGIAN?" the commentator screams and everyone in the garage is holding their breath, the dust from the gravel trap not allowing them to see which car went into the wall.

Your family were panicking thinking it was you.

"IT'S NOT! IT'S THE RB OF YUKI TSUNODA AND THE ALPINE OF ESTEBAN OCON! AND NOW VALTTERI BOTTAS IS HAVING TO STOP HIS CAR ... LETS REWATCH TO SEE WHAT OCCURED!" the commentator says as they watch the replay of Esteban taking the turn to wide and not leaving enough room for Yuki crashing into the side of him while clipping Valtteri's wheel and wing.

The race went on and you'd managed to climb all the way to 5th thanks to you having insanely good tyre management. It was always one of the things you were condemned for in the lower feeder series is how well you looked after your tyres.

"Y/N is just doing an amazing job, not only is she currently the only one to have not pitted but she's managed to climb her way up the ranks and get that distance she'll need to pit" the commentator says watching.

"I think she's really starting to struggle on those tyres though. I can imagine they'll put her on soft tyres for the last few laps to help her gain those vital positions. Everyone else seems to be on the mediums right now" he explains and on the next lap you called to pit.

However the commentators our outraged as Williams fumble, calling both you and Alex into the pits at the same time.

"Guys what the hell is going on?" you ask waiting behind Alex's car who was getting new tyres and had a very quick pitstop.

However the crew weren't prepared for the double up, so they run getting looking around for what they need for you. It ended up being a 12 second pit stop and you were crying with frustration by the end.

"Y/N I'm sorry we are looking into it" Logan's engineer says and you just ignore.

You came out of the pits in P15 so you had a lock of making up to do.

"AND FOR THE FIRST TIME THIS YEAR WILLIAMS HAVE RECIEVED POINTS, AND BOTH OF THEIR DRIVERS AT THAT DESPITE ALL THAT WAS THROWN AT THEM TODAY THEY HAVE GOT THEMSELVES THOSE VITAL POINTS THAT WILL STIR WILLIAMS IN THE RIGHT WAY!" the commentator yells and as you drive past the pitwall, all engineers from many of the teams are cheering your name making tears come from your eyes, scoring your first point in F1. P10 in your first race.

"You really were just phenomenal out there today Y/N. You had the best tyre management by statistics which is incredible for a reserve rookie... you've just amazed us all!" Naomi smiles at you.

"Honestly its such a great feeling going out there and making the team proud, i think Williams still have so much to work with and I experienced that today but with drivers like Alex and Logan who are both so driven and hard working i can really see them improving throughout the season.

"Do you think you'll do any other races this season?" he asks and you laugh.

"I think I'm lucky as a reserve driver to have been given this opportunity. Obviously my heart goes out to Logan and I hope he makes a full recovery for his home race! But ultimately i dint think I will be called on again this season." you nod.

MONACO 2024

"When you got the phone call from Toto explaining that Lewis wouldn't be able to race in Monaco, you were shocked. It would take something really big to make Lewis not race.

You'd come to the paddock pull of nerves and you felt physically sick. Mercedes, even though their car was pretty shit this year, still had a mid field car and you were going to prove that you could drive it like it was a championship winning car ... if it was any other circuit than Monaco.

Monaco was... well Monaco. It's an itty bitty small street track that didn't have a lot of room for overtakes, had twisty corners that were very unpredictable and could always have a chance of rain.

So yeah you were worried.

Too the point you actually had a panic attack, there you were in your drivers room crying and sobbing over the pressures from media day before going out to FP1.

"Y/N?" you heard from outside your drivers room making you stop completely in your tracks trying to make your crying silent but you were doing this weird little hiccupping sound as you were gasping for breaths.

"I'm coming in!" George says and he walks in, greeted by your red puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"Awwww baby" he says with a pout and pulls you into a hug as you sob more. There wasn't as much pressure on you as there were in the Williams, Mercedes had been constructors champions for 8 years in a row.

"George I'm so scared, what if i mess up!" you cry looking at him and George was nearly brough to tears himself seeing this 21 year old girl sobbing into his chest at the prospect of her messing up.

"What are you worried about messing up!" he asks.

"The race, the constructors championship! Everything!" you cry harder. George stays with you until you both are needed for the Free Practice Session.

Lewis' Mercedes has to be very packed out for you as he was a bulky man despite his height and that was the first issue in FP1. They hadn't packed you out enough and your were struggling a little with the G-Force, some corners the particularly fast ones, your head was flying to the side causing your steering to be a little off.

Despite that it made for a great weekend. George was right, you didn't have anything to worry about and you came P7 while George game P5 having car problems in qualifying meaning he'd had the better overall driver working his way up to the position he had.

"And again Y/N, how do you feel now that you are above Ollie Bearmen in the drivers Championship!" she asks and you giggle. You and Ollie despite being in different driver development programmers had a special bond. You both karted together a lot as kids and you went to the same school as him despite being a few school years above him. You had a sibling sort of bond.

"Yeah, i mean it's a little unfair to compare me at all considering he drove the second best car on his first F1 race... but i think we both stepped up to the challenge well and really took it in our strides. I'm excited to see of there are any teams willing to offer him a seat. I think so much talent from F2 is being wasted and the feeder series doesn't feel like its doing well of getting drivers into F1... so it would be interesting to see a new category added that's closer to F1 than F2 ..." you admit knowing that's how all of the washed out F2 drivers felt that will potentially never get to experience a career in F1.

SPAIN and AUSTRIA.

You were on a yacht, you didn't know whose but you were on a yacht when you had the news that George Russell had fully broken his foot in a crash Canada and they'd need you to step in for two races while it healed. He was getting surgery... of course he was and it should be healed by the time George's home race came around.

Getting to drive alongside your idol Lewis was incredible. He'd made you feel so safe and comfortable the whole weekend and you clung to him in all the media and interviews.

Not that Lewis minded, he found you adorable and didn't want you to feel left out or side-lined. He brought you out for food with some of the other drivers who you got talking to finding out their likes and dislikes. Lewis and Charles would excitedly gossip about them being team-mates for 2025 and whether Toto had found a replacement.

"Well... Carlos told me... and you cant tell anyone... promise?" Charles said seriously as the three of you were stood at the bar. And you nod.

"He's been offered a 3 year contract at Red Bull which is perfect for him to then make the move to Audi!" Charles exclaimed and you let out a breath of release.

The Mercedes seat was still up for grabs.

Spain was incredible, you'd never felt the heat and an atmosphere quite like it and you got you best result yet, coming P5. You kind of blamed that on Max and Perez crashing into each other and the debris messing with Carlos' car meaning Charles, Lewis and Lando took the podium while you and Oscar were just shy of it.

Austria was also good where you came in P8, Aston and Ferrari having had upgrades meant it was a tougher battle with everyone on the grid.

You now had 21 points, and were 10th in the constructors championship despite not being there for all the races which you were pretty impressed with. You'd scored points at all your races.

But it wasn't until Monza that the big one came.

MONZA

You were asked to fill in for Mr Oscar Piastri who had come down with what the medical team deemed invasive tonsillitis and he was not on par to drive.

Again you were nervous but having driven the Mercedes a few times you felt more and more confident.

You and Lando had pretty much spent the whole media day messing around. Lando did it, not only because he liked you but because he knew you were nervous despite the front you were putting on for everyone in the garage.

You and Lando got on like two pees in a pod and everyone found the dynamic hilarious. Lando flirting with you while you were innocently oblivious to his moves.

Lando found you insanely attractive. Every race you turned up at he'd look out for you in the paddock just so he could see you in your Mercedes gear.

Today however, you looked even better rocking the Papaya.

"You look good today!" Lando attempted as he grinned at you.

"Thank you! I got a new helmet design for this one, wanna see?" you ask and he nods. You show him your helmet which was so you, but you'd gone all out making it glittery. One side had Lando's pattern on it from his standard 2024 helmet.

"Oh woah! That looks great!" he grins, watching as you pop it on. He teasingly slaps the lid down making you try to reach up and swatch his hands away and lift the visor back up.

"Lan come on!" you cry frustrated making him chuckle.

Qualifying came and Piastri's now your car had so many issues meaning you were starting in Sunday in P11, which wasn't great. But the engineers promised to fix the issues before the race.

Lando got pole and you were overjoyed no longer caring about the shit show of your Qually.

You were jumping and hugging him as he got out the car and he enveloped you back in the hug.

"I'm so proud of you!" you'd squealed to him, and thank god his helmet was on because boy was blushing hard.

"Thank you!"

Sunday came around and it was carnage.

"AND AFTER A DIFFICULT RACE LANDO NORRIS WINS THE 2024 ITALIAN GRAND PRIX HIS FIRST EVER WIN, HERE COMES MAX VERSTAPPEN IN P2 AND Y/N Y/L/N GETTING HER MAIDEN PODIUM AS A RESERVE DRIVER FOR MCLAREN. WHAT A RACE SHE HAS HAD!" the commentator screams.

All of the Mclaren team were celebrating from the pit wall as you and Lando waved at them.

Being up there on the podium with Lando and Max was like nothing you've ever experienced. You were drenched in sticky champagne and you were laughing and joking with two friends about the victory.

"If that doesn't get her a seat next year I don't know what will" the commentators say before the Sunday Race stops broadcasting live.

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[mywritersmind]

FOR THE PLOT - KA12

summary : A vacation, perfect timing, and their friends, bring Y/n and Kimi together on a tipsy adrenaline filled night.

listen up : KIMI ANTONELLI X READER! kissing and drinking! my first kimi fic which is super fun to write bc he’s the closest to my age. prob will make more parts!

word count : 1523

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Tan and in a mini dress is all I needed to feel myself again. When my friends said they were spontaneously going to the Maldives, I told them they were crazy and my parents would never go for it. Then they reminded me that I’m an adult and my parents had no choice but to say yes.

I sip on my pina colada, a hand in the air and dancing with my two best friends. Delilah giggles, her braided hair in two thick braids, she looks past me and giggles, “There’s a boy watching you!” A cool breeze blows past us, chilling my skin a bit under the humidity.

I laugh, “Couldn’t have made that less creepy?” Still, I turn around to see a boy indeed watching me. When my eyes meet his, he looks away, talking to his friend before glancing back and smiling softly.

He's cute and I’m surprised I haven’t seen him around the resort until now. He’s got a shorter brunette boy next to him, a tall dark haired boy, and a tall blonde boy dancing up to them with drinks.

I turn back to my friends and laugh, “Dibs on the blonde!” Cara says, pushing her light brown hair over her shoulder while checking the guy out as I laugh and frown down at my drink, empty.

I hop back over to the bar, seeing two of my guy friends, Micha and Jamie both flirting with much older guests. I give them a look to which they both smirk at before ordering another drink.

I hear laughter and what sounds like arguing, turning to see what is happening, I see the two boys pushing the cute curly haired one towards me.

He pushes against them, shaking his head. When he looks up at me and realizes I'm watching, his already burnt cheeks go pinker. “This is Kimi!” The blonde one says, slapping his friend on the shoulder before running off.

“I-” Kimi tugs on the collar of his dark blue button down, “Hi.”

I laugh, finding his awkwardness amusing, “Hi.”

“Sorry about my friends- they act like that a lot… more than you’d think.”

I raise a brow, “Pushing you to go talk to girls?”

He laughs, “Yeah. This is the first time I've actually wanted to, though.” I smile, the bartender handing me another pina colada.

I nod, watching the boy, “I’m Y/n.” He looks relieved when I talk, “I like your accent. Italian?”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Y/n. And thanks, I am italian!” He leans against the bar, messing up his order but laughing with the bartender. “How long are you here for?”

“Got in like two days ago… I’m here for another two weeks!” He seems to perk up at this.

“I got in today! I’m here for two weeks as well.” He takes his drink and the bartender shoos us away. As Kimi walks next to me, I realize that he’s a good bit taller than me.

As we walk away from the party, I see my friends meeting Kimis, they all see us but I can tell they’re pretending to not watch. I laugh a bit as we walk down the beach.

I find out Kimi is eighteen and I sigh in relief because so am I. “This is my first real trip without my family.” He laughs shyly, “So far it’s looking up.” He glances at me.

“I think this counts as mine too. I mean- I went to Monza for like two days while my friend went to a race but…” I notice him staring at me and stop talking. “You okay?”

“Monza as in the Italian grand prix?”

I nod, “Yeah! Were you there or something? I’m not really into F1 but my best friend is totally obsessed, she’s the brunette back there eyeing your blonde friend.”

He laughs out loud, shaking his head, “Paul? Yeah well I think she will love him when she finds out he’s an F2 driver.”

“No way!” I drink more, “Funny how things like that happen.”

He nods, running a hand through his curls as we step onto the trail of villas that are perched over the water. He invites me to his deck, I can tell that guys are staying here because there’s board shorts, sunscreen, and cups left.

We sit on the sunken couch, I put my legs under me and turn towards him, his arm around the back. “I really like your necklace.” His hand goes to the chain around my neck, a tiny shell and pearl in the middle.

I bite my lip at his closeness, his hand brushing my chest, “Thanks. I make them.” He looks up quickly as I say it.

“Really? That’s insane!” His hand drops and I smile, my cheeks heating and suddenly I'm very thankful for the lack of light.

“I made this one here actually! I do rings and bracelets as well!” I accidentally start rattling on about what I make and he just sits and listens like I've known him for years. I realize what I'm doing and stop suddenly, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for being passionate.” His eyes are beautiful and makes me think this is dangerous. Not being out here with a random guy, but already wanting to kiss him.

His head tilts against his arm, looking up at me with his brown eyes. I have a realization then. It's my last bit of summer, I'm eighteen, I'm alone with my friends, a cute boy is in my grasp.

We sit there for what feels like hours but I'm pretty sure there is only one. He’s so easy to talk to that I don’t know what time it is. I hear the footsteps of people going back to their rooms but after a while, everything is pretty quiet, except for the far away club music at the bar.

I sit up and grin, “Do you wanna go swimming?”

He raises a brow, “Now?”

I glance at the dark water that surrounds us, “Yes!”

That’s how I end up in the private pool that each villa has. It’s lit dimly from above and I'm even more grateful because I'm in my bra and underwear.

For the plot, I remind myself.

Kimi shirtless makes me doing things out of my comfort zone 100% worth it. He’s fucking ripped and I feel my face heating as I eye his abs and arms while he stands outside the water in just boxers. He didn’t change into swimming things because he didn’t want me to feel alone.

He turns around and does a backflip into the water, “Wow!” I laugh, feeling my drinks in me now, “Talented!”

“Ah, love, you have no clue!” He swims towards me, dunking his head and shaking his curls out like a dog. I ignore the nickname and laugh.

“Hey!” I yell, splashing him. He grins at me, his smile is ridiculously attractive.

“You’re cute.” He says quickly, swimming backwards. I laugh and watch him dive under the water.

I feel a hand grasp my ankle and suddenly I'm getting pulled under the water. I kick him and get back to air, laughing so hard that I start to cough.

“Shit are you-” I push him under the water, my hands on his head. We play around, he laughs and splashes me one last time as the back of my head hits the side of the pool.

He floats closer, his hand going to my face scares me at first, but then he softly rubs his thumbs under my eyes, wiping my clearly smudged mascara.

I smile, one hand still on my cheek and the other next to my head, holding himself up. Water is dripping from his curls onto his face but he only seems to notice me.

I bite my lip softly, his eyes going to them. When his eyes meet mine again he starts to speak, “Can I-” I know what he’s going to say.

I kiss him first, my hands on his neck as one of his goes to my waist, holding me up.

He kisses me back immediately, my head hitting the wood behind me and his hand tightening on my waist, slipping down a bit.

The creek of the floors makes us both look up to investigate, the tall brunette from before is like a deer in headlights, “Give a guy some warning!” He says in a British accent.

Kimi just drops his head to my shoulder, shaking it with his eyes squeezed shut, “Ollie!” At the yell, the boy hurries away and Kimi takes a second before looking up at me regretfully, “I’m so sorry.”

I laugh, “Honestly don’t worry.” I pull my hands away from him, “I should go though, need to find my friends.”

His eyes dim a bit but he nods and backs up, “Hey uh- think I can see you tomorrow?”

I step out of the water, stealing a towel and smiling wide with my back facing him. I breathe and turn back to him casually, “If you can find me.”

[jin-zixun]

Things not to Say When Jin Guangyao Tells You He's Dating Su Minshan

(Things Never to Say to Someone Who Just Came Out, except it's Suyao)

"Why Though?"

Come on Er-Ge. Do you really need to ask why?

"He stabbed me!"

Shut up Huaisang, we all know he didn't.

"But I called dibs!"

You can't call dibs on people Zixun, we've been over this.

"Isn't he the guy who tried to kill Mianmian?"

Yes he is but there were extenuating circumstances and you know that.

"But will he be a good step-uncle to A-Ling?"

This one is fine actually. A-Ling is important.

"I'm not calling him Uncle"

Come on A-Ling, you have so many uncles, one more isn't going to hurt.

"So this is why our marriage didn't work out."

Yes. That's the reason.

"Can I go live with Mom?"

um. Ouch.

"Who is Su She?"

You're not fooling anyone with that Wei Wuxian, you're just kind of being a dick.

"Well that's great. The two of you are perfect for each other. I'm sure you'll be very happy together.

They are and they will be, but you don't need to say it in that tone.

"What kind of cake will you be serving at the wedding?"

While your friends may appreciate your optimism, they may need to question your priorities.

"Are you seriously inviting Xue Yang to the wedding?"

Yes, Da-Ge. Please don't cause a scene.

"So this means you'll be leaving right?"

You don't have to sound so eager about it.

"Which one was he again?"

It is hard to keep track when you've been dead for twenty years, so you can have a pass for this one.

"So when are you bringing him by to meet us?"

Sorry Wen-Zongzhu, but the answer is still never.

"So are you ever going to let me and my sister out of your secret basement dungeon?"

This is a fair question, but really not relevant to the topic at hand.

"Does this mean your wife is single?"

That's really something you should ask her.

"At least it isn't my nephew you're dating"

This is inappropriate, and won't make Lan Xichen any more heterosexual.

[ghost-girl277]

you leave the door open when you shower part 1-jjk

Part 2

Part 1-choso, Nanami, ino

Part 2-???

Warnings ⚠️-cumming, mentions of chocking, hotel sex, blow job, reader getting their back blow out, reader has a 😺, shower sex, slight masterbation, spelling errors, 18+

Note- comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated! Thank you for reading❤️👍🏼👍🏼 haven't posted in a while but thank you all for the notes and follows.

Choso

water dripped down every curve of your body, steam from the shower traveling out of the bathroom through the partly opened door partnered with the smell of your body wash, loud and inviting, filling the rooms with your scent.

Ten minutes into your shower you heard the muffled sounds of a door opening, closing, then locking. Choso paused at the potent smell, the scent that smelled exactly like you. "Choso?" you called, making the man walk and turn the corner only to find that the door to the bathroom was cracked widely open, "yeah?" he replied after a bit of silence "do you mind grabbing me my shampoo from my bag?choso blinked before turning around and looking at the set bag that was on your "dibs" bed "...okay." Walking over and ignoring the strange feeling in his gut, he opened it but what he saw was the shampoo, instead it was a pair of your underwear, light blue and lacey, the feeling immediately coming back and going to his- "choso?" you called again, he moved the material slowly and took out the colorful bottle and knocked on the door "come in". At that he paled even more than he already was; you wanted him to go in while you were indecent? And for a moment choso pondered on the feeling in his pants, he was honestly worried out by his this new human body because he never felt like this when he was a curse. He walked in and swallowed at the sight of your body through the thin plastic, which was the only thing that separated him from you. You peaked your head from around the shower curtain suddenly, handing the shampoo to you he couldn't help himself from staring at the exposure of your neck, wet and soapy "thank you" your voice seem to break him from his trance "you're welcome" he wasn't sure what was going on but he felt embarrassed?, deprived, needy, and despite your state he was the one feeling vulnerable "can I-I mean do you mind.. if I join you?" he asked unintentionally innocent.

you moaned, your shower being long forgotten, choso picked one of your legs up and fucked into you at an unsteady rythem. Choso going so deep the air in your lungs practically being forced out causing breathless whimpers to mix in with the water hitting your bodies. "Is this good? Am I doing it right?" Choso was no better, moaning louder than you as you took his virginity, pussy hoping to never let him go as it squeezed around him every time he pulled out to the tip before framing his dick up your wet hole again and again and again "yesyesyes, don't stop!" Your nails clawed down his pecs from his shoulders, continuing their descend to your clit and rub it as your body was building up an orgasm "what are you doing" his curiosity spoke loud "it helps" you breathe out "with an orgasm" "that's a good, right? can I try" shaking your head yes, your hand going to his wrist to guide his pace. "something's happening" choso moaned out, and with that being the only warning, choso's hot cum being fucked into you followed by your own orgasm. But he didn't stop, only speeding up more and more forcing you both into oversimulation "why- you plan this didn't you?" He asked into your ear, still pumping himself into you harder as he leaned his forehead into the crook of your neck "do this again, please"

Nanami

Nanami pressed his back harder into the headboard everytime he pictured your naked body beyond the crack of the door, not even 10 minutes ago he entered the hotel room and going straight to the bathroom only to stop right before it and see you're sitting figure on the tub turning the water on only wearing underwear

he felt sick, like a pervert for getting a hard on like this for his coworker, for his friend. He tried to ignore the aching feeling and the small wet spot on his pants caused by pre-cum. He took off his shirt and belt, deciding that he'll take a shower in the morning instead and hoping that by the time you returned from the shower he's asleep, slipping off his pants and sighing at the slight friction that was given to his desperate dick, he didn't hear the softness of your bare feet come out of the bathroom, nor see your figure peeking out from the corner. "Nanami?" you called quietly, he turned around quickly completely apone hearing you, forgetting his half-necked state, he paused, the first thing he noticed was your hair wet and hanging down some framing your face, second, the visibility of the small of your neck down to your collar bone to your chest that was covered in a towel, nipples poking the fabric, and third, one of your legs peeking out as you leaned your half necked figure around the corner. Nanami had to suppress and moan, clearing his throat and asking what you needed slightly blushing from your and his state of clothing or like there of; he turned his head to look at the shirt sitting atop your bag that you requested. Swallowing the lump in his throat because there was no way you didn't notice the massive bulge in his underwear, he grabbed it and walked up to you, a little too closer than necessary, his eyes seem to be filled with frustration as your scent only made him realize his desire for you and what he can't hav. You stepped around the corner, now almost chest to chest with the man, making his eyes descend and mouth go agape. You dropped your towel and took your shirt from his hand. "Thank you, Nanami"

He groaned and gritted, eyes shut and concentrating not to be too loud because next door was bound to hear his sounds of pleasure, his hand went up to his face and dragged it down stopping before his mouth. He peered down at you with slim eyes, sat nicely on your knees slightly bent forward and completely naked as you try to take him full, struggling and gagging with just how big he was. A moan slipped, quiet and small, but enough to have you peeling up at him from below and you slowly slid his cock down your throat again. The action causing him to warn you of his upcoming white hot orgasm before his seed shot into the back of your throat in multiple strands, you swallowed then wiped your mouth with the back of your wrist, looking up at him with a smile about to say something smug before he began to talk first.

"My turn"

Ino

He tried to ignore it, he did, the sound of your moans, muffled from the steaming water as you pleasured yourself, the feeling of his pants getting uncomfortably tight, but every time he distracted himself your moans seem to be more potent inside his head. When he gave up he started to imagine how exactly were you touching yourself, were you rubbing circles on your clit? Were you teasing yourself? What were you thinking about? Were your fingers buried deep in your sweet pussy walls.? If it was him he'd do whatever you desired, overstimulation or edging you, before he could stop he was playing with himself with the thought of you, rubbing his bulge to the speed of your moans, then he stopped, head turning to the crack door. It felt so wrong, he didn't want to be here, pathetically touching himself and wishing it was you, he wanted to be there and make you feel good, fuck you and treat you so well you never forget him whether you wanted him to pound you like he hated you or show how he feels about you by going nice and gentle. He'd kiss your forehead, his hand coming up and wrapping it around your throat not hard enough to cause you to lose oxygen flow but enough for you to remember that it's there as his hips slam into you, cock going deeper each time and making your orgasm hit hard and the wind being temporarily knocked out of you; he'd fuck you for as long as you wanted and pull as many orgasms out of you as you needed, but, he would never actually have the confidence to go into that bathroom that he knew was left open on purpose. He didn't notice the sound of water being shut off or the sound of you walking out the bathroom, nor notice you were standing in the doorway with nothing on but a way to big graphic t-shirt, but the sound of his name and the way it rolled off your tongue seem to snap him out of his trance.

"Ino?" you questioned, when he turned he didn't expect your face to look confused and a little...hurt? And he definitely didn't expect you to be half-dressed. You walked over to him and sat on your hamstrings right next to his legs as you faced him, your legs slightly open and you notice the way a small moan escaped him as his eyes darted down between your legs. You spoke quietly and he could have missed it if it wasn't for the deep quiet of the room, he noticed that the disappointed expression didn't falter as your words told him you left the door open on purpose, despite already know this his mouth open and closing. Taking his silence as rejection, you got up and headed to your own bed before a hand grab your wrist, pressing his body plush against your back as both of his arms came up and rapped themselves around your middle waist. "Don't go" he was quiet with his words as if he'd scare you off if he spoke any louder "you didn't come in the bathroom when I left it open" you said, playing with the hem of your T-shirt "I know.. give me another chance?"

You were on your back, his arms hooked under your legs as he held them close to your chest from apart "fuckfuckfuckfuck!" You practically screamed, then incredible feeling of your stomach tightening and fluttering making you moan in contentment, his dick hitting so deep and itching all the perfect angles. His hand dropping from one of your legs and to instead play with your forgotten clit just like he imagined minutes ago, he peppered kisses over your face and gave you praise after praise, telling you that it won't be long until you're coming on his cock again, saying that he's going to fill you up so nicely if you let him.

" fuck, pleasepleaseplease go out with me I don't- don't just want to fuck you, I want to be yours please. I'm gonna cum, can I do it inside?" with allowed moan from the both of you, you came together, not stopping and instead pushing his cum deeper inside you. The neighbors was definitely going to have a few complaints in the morning.

Part 2

Comment who you want in part two if you want to, and as always thank you for reading have a nice day 🌞 nigh 🌝 and evening 🌆

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SHY - M. STURNIOLO

summary: madi invites you to meet and hang out with the triplets at top golf, and you find yourself oddly nervous around matt.

warnings: fluff fluff fluff

part 1 | part 2

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“please just come with me? i promise they’re nice guys,” madi begs you.

“i guess i’ll go… but you owe me big time madi,” you groan through the facetime call.

a smile grows on her face, “yay! thank you! you’re the best! the triplets are gonna pick me up at 12:30, and then i’ll have them pick you up after me. so expect us at around 12:45, okay?”

you sigh, “okay, perfect.”

“thank you again, y/n. i promise you won’t regret it,” she says and she hangs up to go get ready. you look at the clock and see that it’s 10:30, giving you about two hours to get ready. even if you don’t need that much time to get ready, you’d rather look your best than your worst. after curating the best outfit you can, you finish your makeup and hair, making sure you look halfway decent. it’s now about 12 and you take the next 45 minutes to mentally prepare yourself, seeing as you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of them.

your phone buzzes, grabbing your attention to madi’s contact on the screen letting you know they’re outside. you huff and grab your house keys and wallet, locking the door behind you as you exit. as you approach the car, you see two brunette boys in the front staring at their phone screens.

thankfully madi opens the door for you from the inside, drawing the attention of all three boys. “hi y/n! guys this is y/n, my favorite person ever so of course i wanted you guys to meet her,” madi smiles, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“hi y/n! i’m nick,” nick smiles sweetly, immediately making you feel a little less nervous.

“hi nick! it’s really nice to meet you, and i love your hair,” you smile. immediately chris turns around in his seat to look at you, “and im chris, the best triplet don’t let them fool you,” he smiles, giving you a little head nod.

you chuckle slightly, “well it’s nice to meet you chris,” you say. lastly, matt turns his head to the right to look at chris smacking his shoulder for what he said. he then turns his head a little bit further to face you.

“and i’m matt, the only triplet who actually has their head screwed on,” he smiles at you. you let out a laugh, “well, it’s really nice to meet you matt,” you say. as he turns his head to face the front of the car you blush little, hoping to god that he didn’t see.

you all drive to top golf, blasting music the whole way there. you gradually feel the nerves leave your body as you quickly notice that they’re a very welcome group of people. but the one thing that won’t go away is the pit in your stomach every time matt speaks or even looks at you.

“you okay?” madi asks as you walk into top golf.

“yeah i’m actually doing great!” you smile, and she smiles back at you with a big soft grin. you, madi, and nick get caught up in a conversation while matt and chris get everything set up at the front desk. you’re all distracted, when suddenly chris comes over waving in your guys’ faces, basically jumping around with excitement.“come on guys let’s gooo!” he exclaims, dragging out the ‘o.’

you sit down at the table, and chris loudly calls dibs on the first hit. you watch him practice his swings, when suddenly the spot on the couch next to you dips in. you look to your left, and you see matt sitting with his arm around the back of the couch, and his right ankle resting on his left knee. that pit in your stomach appears again, and you quickly look away before he can realize you’re staring at him.

eventually everyone but you has gone, and you suddenly feel really nervous. “okay y/n, your turn!” chris exclaims.

“oh god, this is gonna be awful. i’ve never golfed before,” you nervously chuckle. you have a bad habit of playing with your fingers and jewelry when you’re nervous, and apparently its evident that you‘re doing that because matt seems to notice.

“here, i’ll help you,” he smiles, sticking his hand out to help you off of the couch. you gently take his hand, praying your hands aren’t clammy with nervous sweat. as you stand on the little faux grass, he stands a respectful distance behind you and places your hands in the right positions on the club. he then puts his hands not too far under yours, and you can feel your heart beating out of your chest. it’s beating so loudly in your ears that you assume matt can hear it too.

as matt tells you how to swing the club, you notice madi and nick giggling to themselves, with chris sitting next to them oblivious to their antics. you already know madi and nick are gonna hold this against both you and matt.

you both swing the club in unison, hitting the ball far across the green. you gasp, and immediately turn around to give matt a high five. as your hands touch, you can feel that pit coming back again. your cheeks are on fire and you know everyone can see it, so you immediately sit down next to madi who gives you a big, sneaky grin.

after another hour of golfing, which consisted of you trying to avoid matt at all costs, it begins to get dark out. “do you guys want to get dinner somewhere before we drop you guys off?” nick asks.

“sure! is that good with you guys?” matt asks, looking at you and madi. you both look at each other and nod, turning back to matt with smiles.

“oh fuck yes, thank god! i’m starving!” chris blurts out, making everyone let out a little laugh. you all drive to the closest in n out, and you and madi sit next to each other at the booth while chris waits at the counter for the food.

“we’ll get you guys your drinks. what do you guys want?” nick asks, gesturing to him and matt.

“i’ll take a sprite please,” you smile, sliding your cup to the end of the table. matt grabs it, seeing as nick already took madi’s cup.

“one sprite coming right up!” matt smiles at you, making you blush. “thanks matt,” you smile, biting your cheeks nervously. nick gives a look to madi, but you just ignore it. as nick walks away, immediately madi turns to you and starts shaking your shoulders. “oh my god! you and matt are so flirty!”

a lump begins to form in your throat, “w-what? what are you talking about?”

“oh don’t play stupid. it’s obvious that you’re both into each other! i mean the matt i know would never offer to help someone golf, or even get fill up their drink for them!” madi exclaims, watching closely to make sure the guys aren’t coming back.

“i- w- what?” you say, utterly at a loss for words. quickly madi shushes you, and turns back to face the boys. matt slides you your drink, and you thank him as he gets into the booth on the opposite side of you and madi.

nick sits next to you, leaving chris and open spot next to matt. eventually he brings the tray of food over and you all begin to dig in, sharing a couple of large fries as well. “oh y/n! can i get your insta? i had a lot of fun today,” nick blurts out with a smile, sliding his phone to you.

“oh yeah, can i have it too?” matt asks, making you bite your cheeks and nod as you look down at nicks phone.

“jeez guys, you’re making me feel so popular!” you joke, following yourself from nicks phone.

“well, you’re actually a really fun person, unlike madi. even if you’re god awful at golfing,” chris jokes. madi just flips him off and he and nick laugh.

“chris be nice! i think y/n is a pretty decent golfer,” matt says hitting chris’ arm. and once again, your cheeks flare up with heat.

“no no, he has a point,” you laugh, typing your insta into matt’s phone as you speak. as you do so, madi nudges your leg under the table making you squirm a little, but thankfully it goes unnoticed by everyone. after all three of them get your insta, you all clean up the table and head back into the car.

you and madi decided to spend the night at madi’s house to make it easier for the triplets to drop you guys off. as you and madi walk up her walkway, matt leans over chris and rolls down the passenger window, “bye guys! it was really nice to meet you y/n!”

“it was nice to meet you guys too!” you smile, waving them off as they drive away.

“see! i told you he’s into you, y/n!” madi winks, making you roll yours eyes.

“yeah yeah, whatever,” you laugh, laying down on madi’s bed. as you scroll through insta, you get a dm from nick.

hey y/n! we had a lot of fun today, and we were wondering if you and madi wanted to be in a video next week? you totally don’t have to if you don’t want to, but i know that we’d all love to see you again!

of course you show madi the dm, and that sneaky grin from before appears on her face again. “say yes! say yes!” she says, practically jumping around her room.

“what the hell is that smirk on your face for?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at her.

“what smirk?” she plays dumb, holding back her laughter.

“that one! you’re doing it again! i swear to god madi! you better tell me what the hell is going on, or else i’m gonna seriously slap you!” you exclaim.

“fine! fine! but i’ll only tell you if you say yes to nick first,” she shrugs.

“okay…” you oblige, anxious to hear madi’s answer. she watches as you press send, and immediately you throw your phone somewhere on the bed and look her in the eyes. “now tell me what’s going on madi!”

“well… me and nick noticed the obvious connection between you and matt… so we may or may not have set up a plan to try and get you guys to fall in love by hanging out more…” she bashfully admits, making your jaw drop.

“madi filipowicz!” you say, playfully hitting her with one of her pillows.

“well… looks like you’ll be seeing him on tuesday, so no getting out of it now!” she laughs, showing you nicks reply to your dm. you groan and shove your faces into the pillows in an attempt to hide your now rose colored cheeks.

“i hate you madi.”

“mhm, sure you do.”

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don’t forget to go read part 2!!

[adkawariatka]

Part 5 friendship expert

Lately, Damian thinks a lot about strays: dogs, cats, birds, humans.... What is a synonim of someone homeless if not a stray. If you can adopt stray kitten or puppy why not a human? Father did that with Todd and it tured out well... at last to the moment until he died. But Danny is alive and he is not claimed by anyone. Grayson would call it "dibs". On top of that Damian already considers Danny his, and what belongs to him stays his forever that's what Grandfather taught him. He has no idea if its proper thinking for "normal" civilians but he feels that it's right in his situation. Danny is alone, malnourished and without proper roof over his head. Even if he never said it out loud he knows that he is homeless, lack of food, clothes and any kind of supervision from adults indicate that. The fact that he wears almost only old clothes of Drake, that he brought for him, speak volumes about his material situaton. Damian reguraly tries to implement Drakes advice and invites Danny for dinner over and over. He always gets refusal but Damian is many things but surrerending. Apart from that Danny is also just scared. He knows how someone terrified looks like and Danny's persistend controls of his surrourandings speaks volume about his past experiences. There is also the way he moves... like cat that is ready for an atack at every moment...it remainds him greatly of how Waynes move.... like fighters.

Damian is 10 years old knows little about social skills but he can easly recognise a warior and the overcoming fear in Dannys eyes every time he sees someone dressed in white. He will get to the bottom of it but slowly and gradually. Damian is not going to spook away his first and only friend.

okay that it for today I had a plan for more but I got carried away in feelings. this one is shorter because tumbler told me that I used too many words. it is actually still part 4 but I decided that posting Part 4 vol 2 would be weird. Next part we will come back to the action. it kind of turned out to be a little bit of a filler but I really wanted to include Damian's and Danny's perspectives. beside I am a sucker for possessive-over-his-family Damian so here he is

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Square Dance: Two Step

Country!Wanda x Male!Reader

It all started when your best friend Pietro ‘Piet’ Maximoff invited you to leave the city for a week. He saw how much city life and work was wearing you down, how much you needed a detox from all of the stress and anxiety.

He picked you up in his pick up truck from your apartment on a Sunday morning. Piet was a track star in college, full ride, and your best friend / roommate. Now he works as a mechanic in his home town. He never really talked about home but he loved it.

“I promise, pal” your Southern accented friend told you, “you’re gonna love it. I’m taking you to the best watering hole in the area tonight.”

“Are you still trying to get me to settle down?” You laughed.

“I just wanna see my bud happy. A little tail can help that” he gives you a playful wink.

First things first he helped you drop off your stuff at the guest room in his modest two story homestead. “Sorry I can’t give you the master bedroom” he chuckled, “my traveling sister came back to town, she called dibs”

“I don’t mind.” You said with a shrug, “your sis deserves it” You never met Piet’s sister but you did know about their constant teasing due to having seen their text exchanges.

“Come on, bud” he said practically pulling you out the door. “Let’s live a little!”

You and Piet made your way to the local watering hole and dance hall. Didn’t take long for Piet to make the rounds and chat up a couple people.

“Does Crystal approve of you being here?” you asked your pal with a laugh.

“Speak of the angel and she’ll appear” he responded as his longtime girlfriend made her way towards the two of you. Didn’t take long for Piet and her to go to the dance floor.

The band took to the small stage a second later. The announcer made his way to the microphone.

“Evening fellas, ladies, please give a nice warm applause to our guest singer the Good Witch, Scarlett.”

And with that introduction, the most beautiful woman you had ever seen made her way to the microphone. Her confidence, the sort of kind way she carried herself, it made your heart beat fast.

“Howdy everyone” she said with a southern twang. “Glad to see so many familiar faces in the audience…”

Her eyes locked with yours. Her eyes looked at you with pure adoration. A small smile made its way across her face.

“And so new faces too” she gave you a little wink, “so let’s start shall we?”

Her keyboardist began playing a simple melody:

(Can Love Stand the Test - Don Henley & Bonnie Raitt)

Did I lose your love a long time ago

Or did I just wear it out? Baby, I don't know

Seems like anymore we're not on the same page

In the same book, or on the same stage

We say the words, but they feel all wrong

Like a happy blues, like a sad love song

How two people can bow and scrape

For every shred of tenderness

Can love stand the test

Of times that surround us

Memories that astound us

Joy and happiness

Can love stand the test?

Her eyes were locked on you. Did she feel some sort of connection to you, as you could feel with her? You hadn’t spoken a word and yet it was like you knew her somehow.

We said forever, for always, for good

But the years were not impressed

Can love stand the test

Of time that surrounds us

Moments that astound us?

Can love stand the test

Of time that surrounds us

Moments that astound us?

Joy and happiness

Joy and happiness

Joy and happiness

The audience cheered as the song ended. The mystery singer offered a humble little bow. “Alright” she said with a giggle, “who’s ready for a little square dancing, huh?”
The crowd cheered and began asking for their own partners as the singer got off the stage and began making her own way towards you. Everyone else faded away, it was like it was only you and her in that entire watering hole.

“Howdy there” she flashed a gentle smile at you

“H-Howdy” you managed to answer back.

“You’re not from around here are ya?” her twang just made your heart flutter.

“No. I’m in town for a couple days”

“Well City Boy” she gave a little twirl in her hips, “do you wanna dance?”

“I-I got like two left feet” you said with a little embarrassment. She only giggled in response and took your hands.

“Don’t worry” she reassured you, “just follow my lead”

You and this amazing gal danced a couple square dances together that night. Time seemed to blur, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper into what felt like love. You could spend an eternity on that dance floor with her and it wouldn’t feel like enough time with her.

The way she smiled those pearly whites at you. The way her reddish brown hair bounced. The way she looked at you with those emerald green eyes that made your heart beat practically out of your chest. You didn’t think it was possible to feel this way about someone so fast.

Sadly the song came to an end. She offered you a quick bow and a tip of her own hat to you. “Ya know” she smiled at you, “you sure can dance, city boy”

“You’re not too bad yourself, ma’am” you complimented her back.

“How long you in town for?” She drew a little closer to you.

“A week, maybe a little longer”

“That’s an awful long time” she wrapped her arms around your neck, yours wrapped around her waist.

“M-my name’s Y/N”

She offered a gentle, sincere smile, “my name’s-”

“Wanda?” Piet spoke up, staring in shock at you and the gal before you. She gave a slightly embarrassed tip of the hat to Piet.

“Hey bro” Wanda said to Piet

“I see you met my bud Y/N” Piet said.

“He’s a great dancer” she answered back, giving you a gentle smile.

Part of you was horrified. Another part of you was on cloud nine. Your life was supposed to be structured, not on a whim. And yet here you were. Not only had you fallen in love on your first night out of the city, you had fallen for your best friend’s sister.

To Be Continued…

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[yxngbxkkie]

just wanna say you’re my favourite writer on here and your writing always gives me butterflies 🥹

For Felix, can you write something where he’s teasing you about something so you both end up play-fighting in his room. You end up overpowering him and he becomes super shy but he finds it extremely hot and he literally becomes a whiny putty mess underneath you 😩

who's on top now (l.y.f)

thanks so much for requesting!! i hope that it's to your liking 🤭🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

You knock on Felix's apartment door, grinning ear to ear while adjusting the strap of your bag. “Coming!” His voice comes through the door.

He opens the door, smiling brightly at you. “Hi, sunshine,” you greet him, giggling while stepping up to him.

“Hi, my pretty,” Felix lands a quick kiss on your lips before inviting you inside. You slip your shoes off, setting them beside his. Minho and Seungmin are sitting on the couch, watching a k-drama together.

“Night off?” You ask the two of them while following Felix, his hand intertwined with yours.

“Yeah,” Seungmin answers, looking back at you. His gaze shifts between you and Felix, a light smirk coming to his lips. “Try to keep it down, yeah?”

Your cheeks flush as his accusation, slapping his shoulders before heading further into the hallway. “We'll do our best,” you laugh loudly, wrapping your free arm around your boyfriend's waist.

Giggles leave his lips and he rests his hand on top of yours. You two waddle into his room before he lets go of you, closing his bedroom door.

You plop yourself onto his bed, getting comfortable while taking your bag off of your shoulders. Felix moves to stand in front of you, his fingers combing through your hair.

“I missed you,” he almost whispers, trailing his hand down your jaw to lift your chin up.Your heart flutters in your chest when your eyes meet his. He leans forward to capture your lips in another kiss, and you slowly bring a hand to his neck.

“I missed you too, sunshine,” you sigh against his lips, stroking your thumb just below his ear.

Felix kisses your forehead before walking towards his gaming setup. “Are you ready to get your ass beat?” He asks you with a laugh, wiggling his brows after grabbing his switch.

You playfully glare at the blonde, feeling the bed dip beside you as Felix sits down. “I think you've got it backwards, baby,” you pinch his cheek, making him groan.

“Shut up!” He whines, pushing your hand away from him.

The two of you giggle with one another as you both pull up the game Mario Party. “I call dibs on being Yoshi,” you tell him, nudging his thigh with yours.

“What!? No! I'm always Yoshi,” Felix tells you, glancing at your screen. “You can be Rosalina. Both of you are princesses.”

You bite your lip at his compliment, staring at his side profile as he starts a game. “You're so lucky I love you,” you mutter, deciding to be Rosalina instead.

He invites you to the game before leaning his head against your shoulder. You both pick your characters and Felix continues setting up the match.

“Which map do you want to do?” He asks, as you run your fingers through his hair.

You hum for a moment, thinking which one will most likely trip him up. “How about horror land,” you mention, watching his screen.

“Of course you'd pick that one,” Felix grumbles, causing you to giggle.

“Love you,~” you sing into his ear, leaning your forehead against the side of his head.

Felix hums. “Yeah, yeah, I love you,” he laughs, starting the game.

~

“Oh! Look at that!” Felix practically screams, flying off of the bed. He excitedly squeals while holding up his switch. “What'd you say about me losing? Hm? What was that?”

You shake your head, not believing that you lost the game by three coins. “Oh, please!” You scoff, rolling your eyes at his boasting. “I let you win.”

Felix laughs and comes closer to you, setting his switch down first. “You didn't let me win,” he says, resting his hands on either side of your legs. “You would never let me win.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest. “So what? How many times have I kicked your ass?!”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes before moving his hands to tickle you. You groan, your body shifting away from him. “You're such a brat,” he mutters, continuing to try and tickle you.

You continuously push his hands away, a couple of breathy laughs escaping your parted lips. “Stop!” You almost yell, scooting farther back on the bed.

Felix climbs onto the mattress, not allowing you to get away so easily. “Not until you say that I beat you fair and square!” He grins, his fingertips brushing your exposed skin.

“Oh, hell no!” You laugh, tilting your head back. You manage to grab his wrist, stopping his tickle attack.

Your eyes meet for a split second before you flip him over and straddling his waist. Felix's eyes widen as your hands press his into the blankets. His breath hitches in his throat as the two of you stare at each other in silence.

“I don't like being tickled,” you pout, lacing your fingers with his.

The adam's apple in his throat bobs and he nods his head. “Okay,” he whispers, feeling his body writhe beneath you.

“You okay?” You whisper, noticing the slight change in his expressions. “I'm not hurting you, am I?”

Felix shakes his head with no hesitation, squeezing your conjoined hands. “No, no, you're not,” he reassures you with a soft smile.

You adjust your seating position, lowering yourself so you're sitting on his groin. A breathy moan leaves his lips, watching his eyes flutter shut.

You lick your lips before gently biting them. “I see what's happening now,” you giggle, smirking.

Felix whines when you ground your hips on him, feeling his dick begin to harden. “Fuck, pretty,” he moans, his cheeks blushing.

“You sound so pretty when you moan, sunshine,” you tell him, releasing one of his hands to stroke his freckled cheek. “My sunshine likes being underneath me, hm?”

He nods his head, not trusting his voice as his free hand makes its way to your hip. “I love you, pretty,” Felix breathes, helping you grind on him.

Your eyes flutter shut, feeling the tips of his fingers slip beneath your shorts. “I love you, sunshine,” you moan, lowering yourself to kiss his plump lips.

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[whohasthecards]

What if Goose was alive and eventually, after the mission, he meets the Dagger squad, and although he is enamored with all of them ("You can't fucking talk Mav, you literally already have adoption papers drafted-", "You're just as bad as your husband, Ice."), everyone notices how he's very fond of Hangman.

Bradley especially doesn't understand as he has told his dad about the incident during the mission training where he almost threw hands with the younger man, Hangman did apologize to Rooster and Maverick after the mission, but still-

Deep inside, he knows that his dad was never the type to hold on to grudges harshly. (Unless it's about pranks. That's a different story.)

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"Sir?" A voice behind Goose meekly asks while he was stirring a big pot of stew to feed all the old and baby aviators he decided to feed today.

Goose put a lid to leave the stew to simmer as he turned and smiled at Hangman, the younger man hunched over himself and fidgeting, a far cry from the cocky aviator his son and his friends talks about.

"What can I do for you, son? Also, no need for that formal sir nonsense, I'm retired now," Goose says smiling, hoping to ease the kid.

It seems to make the kid tense up even worst, but the kid inhaled and, "I would like to apologize for my comments towards Rooster regarding you and their relationship with one another. I was out of line, and I'm sorry. Thank you for inviting me to your home despite my actions. I understand that you may have only invited me, so that I won't be left out when you invited the whole squad, and I would just like to let you know that that's unnecessary so if you would like me to leav-"

"Woah, woah, kid, slow down," Goose said as he stepped forward and clasped a hand on his shoulder, "Thank you for your apology, I already forgave you when you saved my son and best friend's lives, you're a good man, and I knew you were a great man when you apologized to them. I invited you because I wanted you to be here, son, and don't tell them I said this," Goose leaned forward letting his voice become a soft whisper, "Mav, Rooster, and Ice wanted you to be here too, you're wanted here, kid." Goose said squeezing his shoulder. "I should actually be thanking you even more for saving my son and his stupid godfather's lives, 'smile and wave' tactic, my ass," Goose said chuckling a bit and shaking his head.

He had a front row seat to see Hangman's dumbfounded face transformed a light shade of pink as he averted his eyes.

"I don't like leaving my team behind," Hangman muttered shuffling his feet. "I didn't want to, but I was spare, I left them to go, but my job was to make them come home, I'm glad I was able too." Seresin said looking at his feet.

"I was in the navy, son, pretty sure launching against orders wasn't your job," Goose said smiling softly, "but thank you for doing it anyways."

Seresin shuffled his feet, as he went back to fiddling with his fingers, before he straightened up and look at the older man in the eye. "Well, a proper thank you involves gifts, right? How about I eat everythin' your cooking, hell, even give me first dibs as one of the stars the the show," Hangman said smirking, a confident mask settling into place.

Reminded Goose of a certain aviator.

Goose simply chuckled at that and patted the boy's shoulder one more time before turning back to the food.

"You can get first dibs if you start throwing the salad together," Goose said nodding his head to the kitchen counter beside him with the ingredients for the salad. "Get to chopping and throwing lieutenant," Goose said teasingly.

Seresin put a heart to his chest and gasps, "Making your guest work for his food? Blasphemy. Goes against my heart-core beliefs." Despite the complaints, Seresin grabbed the knife and started unwrapping the vegetables.

"Does hard work go against your beliefs?" Goose teased as he grabbed more ingredients from the fridge.

"Nope, but I didn't think I was the host for the day. Your old age catching up to you, old man?"

Goose huffed out a breathe as he passed by Seresin on the way back to the stove, "Sure, kid, let's go with that," he humored. He set the new ingredients down and ruffled the brat's hair, ignoring the squawk of protest. "Don't forget to rinse the vegetables before chopping."

---

The dagger squad started growing closer to one another, they were on leave and from what he knew, they would be stationed on the same side of the country. He told Bradley that they were invited to come over to his house, and he knew that Ice and Mav have offered their house and hangar to the squad as well.

It ended up with the Daggers seeing each other several times a week.

It was adorable how close they are.

("They keep on getting into stupid arguments and rough housing one another," Mav complained dramatically from Goose's couch. "Nearly took out my table!"

Goose raised a brow at him, "Gee wonder who that reminds me off."

"Makes me wonder if they're grown, sometimes," Mav said shaking his head.

"Kids will be kids, at least they're comfortable with you to show it, plus you were much worst when you were their age, and still worst now."

"Rude.")

He and Jake started cooking more, the kid was an excellent cook, especially behind the grill.

"Jake! I bought some steak for dinner tonight, want to help me grill it up for you and the team?" Goose said, smiling and waving his fresh catch from the grocery store.

"Too much steak is bad for your cholesterol, ya know," Jake drawled but went closer to grab the food, anyways.

"Rude, I'm not that old," Goose said rolling his eyes.

"You were alive and thriving in the 80s," Jake snarked back.

He gave the boy a light head swap for that muttering how the younger generation had no manners these days-

---

"You ever interested in reading comics?" Goose asked one day when Jake was sitting on his sofa.

"Uhhh, like the movies?" Jake said frowning looking up from his phone.

"Blasphemous, stand up, they are not like the movies, they are a different form of art."

---

"You ever baked a cake before?" Goose asked letting Jake into his home.

"I feel like this is going to become another case of me and experiencing unpaid labor," Jake drawled.

"Your payment will be in mocha-extra-chocolate cake, is that acceptable?" Goose said moving towards the kitchen, smirking as he heard the boy's footsteps following him.

"Can we put cherries in them?" Jake asked moving to clear the counter.

"Sure, son," Goose said smiling.

---

"Why is he wearing my shirt!" Bradley exclaimed pointing at Jake who was chewing cereal at the kitchen table.

"He came here after his jog, and his shirt was drenched with sweat, we wouldn't want him to get sick, would we?" Goose said setting another bowl for his son, as he sipped on his coffee.

He didn't know how those two had so much energy in the morning.

Bradley pouted and sat down, "He better not touch my other stuff."

"Why would I want to touch your other stuff, I don't want anymore chicken feathers on me," Jake said wrinkling his nose.

"Asshole."

"Dickwad."

"Jerk."

"Chicken shit."

"Okay boys, enough, and eat your cereal. Go play nice or something after breakfast," Goose said rolling his eyes as he ruffled both of their hairs as he walked to the living room to watch the morning news. Leaving the sounds of protest behind him.

Children.

[mattstattos]

Halloween Party | M•S

pairing -> bsf!nick,bsf!chris x reader. matt x reader

summary -> y/n matt don’t typically get along but after a beer pong win you both realize how much you actually like each other.

warnings -> use of y/n, p in v, unprotected sex (please use protection), smut, slight degrading(?), use of the word slut+ my girl, fingering, f!oral (receiving) i think that’s it…?

you and the triplets were invited to tara’s infamous halloween party. the tara yummy party.

you and tara facetimed you of course not knowing what to wear. you were thinking of something on the scary side. maybe the girl from the ring which tara shut down IMMEDIATELY. she said dress ‘slutty’ which was out of your comfort zone. you usually dressed in the ‘clean girl aesthetic’ wearing sleek ponytails and off the shoulder tops that that we’re typically cropped exposing a section of your midriff.

tara was going for a sexy cat women costume. meanwhile, you were stuck. what would you wear? you had nothing remotely close to a costume let alone slutty. tara’s eyes lit up as she spoke “what if you go as harley quinn” that was brilliant. you two could match making you feel more comfortable and take away the stress of coming up with a costume idea.

you start getting ready by doing your make up. the classic red and blue messy eye makeup with a fake bloody lip. when you finish your makeup that took you only a few minutes after doing your base, you move onto your hair. you use blue and red hair chalk at the tips before finally putting on your outfit. you feel a little uncomfortable with the length of the shorts and debate on if you still want to go or not.

lost in your thought an incoming text snaps you back to reality. nicks message , here, lights up your screen. you rush and grab your purse stuffing your phone in it as you practically run out the door not wanting to hold them up.

“hey there cutie” nick remarks as you hop into the front seat. “stop, i’m blushing” you say feeling matt’s eyes look you up and down. “you look great y/n” chris says as matt agrees. you look at him in confusion. matt has never given you a compliment before let alone on an outfit like this. “what? i can’t say you look good” he says arrogantly. “it’s not that.. it’s just you never complimented me before” you say still in shock. he chuckles focusing back in the road and pulling away from your driveway.

as you pull up to tara’s house the blasting music and the sounds of laughter spill out into the night. matt parks as you all sit and take in the scene of coloful lights coming from the house and dancing across her lawn. people with costumes of all kinds chatting. the party is just getting started.

you walk into the front door scanning the house for tara. your eyes shoot over to a voice coming from the kitchen. “y/n! you made it! and you look hot.” she compliments looking you up and down. “follow me” she says to you all taking a hold on your hand leading you through her crowded home.

she’s leads you to a table of cups filled with alcohol alined in a pyramid formation. beer pong. “i call dibs on nick being on my team” tara says excitedly. chris graciously steps to the side, “i’ll sit this one out, i don’t drink”, leaving you and matt to be a team.

the group of two take their places on each side of the table. you team goes first after an intense game of rock, paper, scissors. you take aim and watch it with anticipation as the ball bounces right into the cup. “that’s my girl!” matt says keeping his eyes on the opposing team. as tara and nicks team is up, a million thoughts run through your head. maybe he’s just drunk… no that couldn’t be we just got here. matt’s words leave you curious on if he was intentionally being flirty or was he just playing the game. tara shoot you a look, noticing your face lighting up in red.

with eight more cups down and the two teams being tied. the last turn is yours. with all eyes on you, you throw the ball into the last cup standing. matt sweeps you off your feet and spins you around both of you cheering in excitement . as he sets you down you both lock eyes. with the thrill of the victory and the realization of what just happened your heart races and your chest flutters as you fix your gaze into his sparkling eyes.

matt brushes a strand of hair behind your ear leaning in and whispering, “you did so good.” his warm breath against your skin sends a wave of cold shivers down your spine. his eyes linger down to your lips hungry for a kiss but as the music changes and the room erupting into cheer it ruins the moment. matt pulls back with a wide grin on his face. “i guess we’ll have to celebrate later” he sneaks in before bowing to the crowd.

nick and tara make their way over to you. “you guys were AMAZING! and that final shot ”tara remarks. matt chuckles his eyes meeting yours, “i guess you can say we make a great team.” the four of you laugh as you make you way to the living room.

a guy approaches you. you noticed him watching when you were playing beer pong and him cheering when you won. “hey y/n right?” the man said towering over you. you nod your head in agreement barley hearing him over the music. he raises his voice as he leans into your ear “i saw you play beer pong not too long ago, you were great!” “thank you” you say, twirling a strand of you hair around your finger, your voice low and sultry in an attempt to flirt locking eyes with him. he notices your attempt and smirks, “follow me” he says barley getting two steps before a figure is blocking his way. matt.

“y/n can i talk to you for a second” he growls through gritting teeth leading you by the hand to the upstairs bathroom. “what the fuck!” he says his eyes blazing. you tilt your head in confusion as he continues, “i’ve been dropping hints all night? are you that clueless?” he says throwing his hands up in defeat.“matt im sorry, i thought i was just overthinking it” “overthinking what” he takes a step closer his breath hot on your face,“i’ve been trying to get your attention all night and you’re out there flirting with some guy?” our noses almost touching matt’s eyes darken with lust and desire. your heart races as the space closing between the two of you.

without saying anything matt grabs your waist his lips crashing into yours demanding. his tongue slides between your lips making his way into your mouth exploring it. you run your fingers through his brown locks pulling you closer causing a moan to escape your mouth.

matt becomes hungry his lips sucking their way down your neck, slightly nibbling away leaving marks to show you belong to him. his hand reaches up your shirt for matt to find no bra. he fondles with your nipples squeezing and rolling them between his pointer finger and thumb. the sensation causing aching in your core, you want more.

matt slides your shirt off with such ease. sucking on your nipples while kneading the other boob. causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. matt continues kissing down your stomach until he makes his way to the hem of your shorts.

you pull your shorts and panties down in one swift motion revealing you leaking cunt. “all wet for me huh” matt chuckles teasing your clit with his finger. your body shakes at his touch. he starts sucking your clit causing you to shriek in pleasure, but quickly cover your mouth. “let it out, i wanna hear how i make you scream” matt says, you remove you hand from you mouth slowly gasping for air. he starts doing figure 8’s with his tongue occasionally sticking it in your hole. he brings a digit and slowly rubs lubricating it then sliding it into you.

he curls his fingers pounding it into you. a knot forming in your stomach. “m’more” you stutter. “use your words y/n” he says grinning, he knew what you wanted he just liked hearing you struggle. he slid two more fingers in. the feeling of ecstasy washing over you causing the knot in your stomach to break. your thighs start shaking, matt not stopping his fingers soaking wet from your juices.

matt pulls his fingers out of you, looking you in the eyes and sucking them clean. he stands up and kisses you. you can taste your sweet juices as his tongue swirls in your mouth. matt flips you around so you’re facing the long full body mirror. he wanted you to watch as he pounded every thought out of your mind.

matt took of his pants pressing his still clothes bulge against you cunt. he leaned down sucking on your neck a bit before taking his boxers off. his dick slapped against his stomach. it looking painfully hard. he took grasp of his shaft slowly teasing it against your folds. “matt please” you beg for him to stop tormenting you. “you want it?” “you hungry slut” he mocks, sliding his full length into you without letting you adjust. tears fall from your eyes out of pleasure and pain.

he starts of with slow long strokes but speeds up keeping the strokes long and hard. matt takes hold of your hair and hold up one of your legs, bringing you closer and hitting your sweet spot. you let out pornograpic moans chasing your orgasm. “fuck- you’re so tight” matt lets out between his moans. “m’close” you shriek, as matt doesn’t let that stop him in reality it makes pound you harder. you reach your climax your walls clenching around his dick. you try to squirm away from matt, but he pins you down making you ride out your high until he reaches his own. you feel matt’s dick pulse in you as he releases his seed in you.

he pulls out letting the mixture of his and your own cum spill down your thigh. you both try to catch your breath. matt licks up the juices flowing out of you making you squeal. he stands up handing you your clothes and putting. back on his own. he wipes the sweaty hair off your forehead. you look into the mirror to see your makeup is significantly more smeared than it was before. matt chuckles at the sight, “was that a good enough hint for ya?” you roll your eyes as you both step out of the bathroom returning back to the party.

-> this is my first fanfic so please tell me how i did 🙏🏽!

tag(s) : @kaisturni @submattenthusiast

[jaeyunluvbot]

[ are we still friends? ] masterlist.

chapter one. may eighth

You stood in the living room, adjusting the throw pillows on the couch for the third time, even though everything was already perfect. The soft ocean breeze floated in through the patio doors, carrying the scent of saltwater and the sound of waves crashing in the distance. It felt amazing being back here, in your parents’ sprawling beachside house, knowing this time it wasn’t just a quick visit, it was the start of an entire summer with your closest friends.

The sound of tires crunching on the driveway snapped you out of your thoughts. You hurried to the window, a smile already forming when you spotted Chaewon stepping out of her car, looking around with wide eyes.

You opened the door and leaned against the frame. “Took you long enough!”

Chaewon turned, and her face lit up. “Y/N, what the hell? This house is huge!”

She practically ran up the porch steps and threw her arms around you. “How have you never mentioned your family owns a literal mansion by the sea?”

You laughed, hugging her back. “It’s not a mansion, it’s just a house.”

Chaewon stepped back and looked at you like you’d grown a second head. “This is not ‘just a house.’”

Before you could protest, another car pulled into the driveway. Jaemin’s car came to a stop first, followed closely by Jeno and Sakura, who’d driven separately. As soon as Jaemin climbed out, he threw his arms in the air.

“Y/N, this is insane!” he shouted, gesturing at the house.

“It’s not that big!” you called back, already laughing.

“Are you kidding me?” Jaemin said, walking up the driveway with Jeno and Sakura close behind. “This place is huge. Like, do your parents rent it out for movie shoots or something?”

“Or do they just park their yacht out back?” Jeno added, smirking as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

“You’re all so dramatic,” you said, shaking your head. “Come inside before the neighbors start wondering what’s going on.”

“This is going to be the best summer ever,” Jaemin said, dropping onto the couch like he owned the place. “I call dibs on the room with the best view!”

“Not if I get there first,” Sakura shot back, already heading toward the stairs.

“Why do I feel like I’m going to regret inviting you all here?” you joked, watching as Jeno followed after her, leaving his bag behind.

Chaewon settled onto the arm of the couch, grinning at you. “You’re not regretting anything. Admit it—you’ve missed this.”

“Okay, hold up,” you said, raising your hands to grab everyone's attention. “Before anyone starts unpacking, I have one demand: we’re hitting the beach while it’s still light out.”

Chaewon blinked at you. “Now? We just got here.”

“Exactly,” you said, grinning. “We can unpack later. The beach is literally right there, and it’s perfect right now.”

Jaemin was already on his feet. “Say less. I’m so in.”

“Did you even bring swim trunks, or are you going to ‘accidentally’ ruin another pair of shorts?” Jeno teased, earning a laugh from Sakura.

“Hey, those were an acceptable sacrifice for fun,” Jaemin shot back, heading for the door. “Don’t slow me down.”

Chaewon sighed, looking at her suitcase. “Fine, but if we come back and my stuff’s a wrinkled mess, you’re ironing it.”

You laughed, grabbing her wrist to pull her along. “Deal. Let’s go before the sun sets.”

It didn’t take long for everyone to throw on beach clothes and grab towels. The short walk to the beach was filled with laughter and light banter, the golden rays of the late afternoon sun casting everything in a warm glow.

When you reached the sand, Jaemin bolted toward the water without hesitation, kicking off his sandals mid-run. “Last one in’s a rotten egg!”

“Jaemin, your shirt!” Sakura called, laughing when he ignored her.

You spread your towel on the sand and looked out at the waves, feeling a sudden wave of nostalgia. It had been years since you’d spent this much time at the beach.

“Wow,” Chaewon said, sitting beside you and looking out at the horizon. “I get why you love this place so much.”

“It’s always been my favorite spot,” you admitted, pulling your knees to your chest.

“Okay, no more sappy vibes,” Jeno interrupted, tossing a beach ball in your direction. “Who’s up for volleyball?”

“Only if you’re ready to lose,” Sakura shot back, standing up and dusting off her hands.

“Bold words for someone who tripped over the net last time,” Jeno said, smirking.

You laughed, shaking your head as the banter continued. The sun dipped lower in the sky, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

author's note 𐙚 ok so this is lowkey bad but i'm just trying to introduce everyone so give me like two more chapters and then it'll slay.

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[aemsgirl]

"Give you what you like."

Ettore x Reader.

warnings: ettore is already a complete warning, smut, mention of abuse and violence, breath control, facesitting.

The walls bleed blue, like the sorrow of pills, like the void of the loneliest hearts. The expanse, vast as the ocean or the sky, stretches into infinity. Here, on this ship, blue colors the sleepless nights. Even with those pills that dissolve beneath your tongue, your thoughts drift to the inescapable reality: you're trapped in a floating prison, with no freedom to depart at will.

Blue seeps into your skin when the silence of the ship descends. Blue stains the gloves of Dibs' whore as she violates your flesh. Blue, it recalls the sweets of childhood, when tongues turned blue, before life became this endless wave of despair. Blue, it paints his eyes, the most haunting, lifeless gaze you've ever witnessed.

You learned not to judge from the moment you peered into the mirror and beheld a creature of many layers, a monster in your own eyes. Here, in this floating prison, each soul is stained with guilt, perhaps deserving every torment, every fry of the brain. You pondered if this ordeal might mend you, ignite some dormant part, and finally dispel the apathy as your body gasped for its last breath. It was merely a fleeting thought, drifting through your mind much like you drift now, only to be swallowed by a black hole, where, with grim irony, your fates converge.

There was one, in particular, whose gaze trailed you like that of a shark. His eyes were like those of the sea's monarchs, great predators who never close their eyes, even in sleep they glide through the waters, for to stop is to invite death. Ettore echoed the sharks you encountered at the aquarium with your father on that sweltering summer day, blue candy clinging to your tongue, refusing to let go despite the sugar's overwhelming sweetness, threatening to overwhelm you. And you did succumb, didn't you? You shut down, disconnecting from the world as you often did.

It didn't take long to decipher his true nature, despite the confidentiality shrouding his files. His crimes were a secret, but you weren't naive. The way his pupils widened when you wore tank tops for the exercises Dibs made mandatory, the slight furrow of his brows as sweat glistened on your bodies, hair clinging to your skin. You noticed his eyes roaming over each woman on the ship, without a hint of subtlety. His lips would glisten with spit, the lines on his forehead would tighten, his hands would clench into fists, restraining himself from unleashing. You saw the beast within him, lurking beneath the geometric shadows of his tattoos.

He noticed you too, but for different reasons. The girls like to taunt him, don't they? Tempting him, almost coaxing him to lose control before reminding him how much of a freak he is. It's their way to pass the time, knowing their options are limited. But you? What was your angle? Staring back at him like he was your plaything, not the other way around. He saw how often you used the box, perhaps even more than him. And those little smiles when you crossed paths—what was that about? They make him want to smash your head against the ship's metal walls, to crack open that pretty skull and see what madness lies within.

Of course, you should've known better than to provoke him, but he had something you craved. When you were condemned to sever your father in half, gouge out his eyes, and dismember him into tiny pieces, stuffing him into garbage bags to abandon on some desolate road, you knew you were headed for the electric chair or a lethal injection. And with that? With that shit, you felt alive, which is the cruelest irony. Brains that don't produce healthy cells have this, they say—a chemical imbalance. The same thing that sends you into blackouts, and when you wake up, you're soaked in your mistakes. Your body, it seeks more of every sensation, where a taste isn't just a taste but a form of life, of absolute nothingness. You don't know how to like something; no, you become it.

And so, your dreams became haunted by his eyes once you understood what he truly was. It should have repelled you, turned your stomach, and in part it did, but the larger part, the louder part, whispered otherwise. With the lights on at night, you drifted into sleep, sore and still bleeding from the cold instruments Dibs had used on you. In your dreams, you found yourself with that blue candy between your lips, sliding down your tongue as you closed your eyes. When you opened them again, it was Ettore's cock that was now sliding down your tongue, entering your throat, ravaging it with all he had. You saw his neck arching back, the triangle of his tattoo moving with his skin, and you sucked him hard, rolling your tongue until his silence broke, the shadow of a man turning into a cacophony of moans. Until finally, the salty taste of his cum hits your throat, mingling with blood and the sweetness that somehow lingered.

Waking up, you found yourself panting, the sensation lingering in the back of your throat. The silence here always feels so fragile at this moment, the nights far from peaceful, you know they are. Still disoriented from the drugs coursing through you, your feet met the cold metal of the ship, and feeling the pulse of your own body, you knew sleep would offer no respite. For that very reason, you rose and stumbled to the box, your nightly ritual now.

You didn't know how much time had passed, not until you finally reached your release, perhaps after the fourth time with your own fingers. Your hair clung to your face, and your legs felt like they might buckle at any moment. Pressing the button, the door opened, and after those orgasms, you had to lean against the doorframe to keep from collapsing, eyes closed. And you felt it, the eyes on you. When you opened your eyes, there he was, in nothing but loose boxers, his fingers hooked into the waistband, his gaze fixed on you as if you were the first woman he'd ever laid eyes on. You watched him take steps toward you, but you didn't move, standing still as he slowly closed the distance until he was less than a step away from your body.

"Excuse me." Ettore murmured, his voice rough, throat dry from the prolonged silence. And you realized, maybe this was one of the first times you'd even heard him speak.

"Why should I?" Your response was swift and sharp, though you couldn't mask the fatigue in your voice after your self-indulgence.

Ettore's eyes narrowed at you, your gazes locking. Both your pupils and his were dilated, staring each other down. You noticed his breathing grow heavier; it felt like you were challenging him. Eye to eye, it was like a shark confronting an orca, and when could that ever end well? Never. He took a step forward as if he was about to pounce, but your hand rose, and your index finger pressed against the bridge of his nose. You ensured it was the very finger that had been buried deep inside you moments ago. Ettore froze as you traced down his nose with gentle pressure, and taking a deep breath, he caught the scent of your release. It was like casting blood into the ocean.

He placed both hands on either side of the doorframe, bracing himself and effectively trapping you. His eyes closed as he inhaled even deeper. A small, predatory smile curled his lips, contrasting with the cold air touching his skin. Your finger lingered in front of his face, and you saw him tilt his head forward, seeking to inhale your scent more profoundly. His cock, hard from the moment he entered, twitched in his boxers, brushing against your belly due to the close proximity. Glancing down, you saw it throbbing beneath the fabric as if it were being caressed. Your eyes returned to his face, seeing his lips parted in what looked like a silent moan; it had been so long since he'd been this close to a pussy, the mere scent was enough to strip him of all reason. His grip on the doorframe tightened, his hot breath fanning your face.

"Give me what I want," you whispered, retracing the path up his nose, "and I'll give you what you like." A promise, a pact, something tangible in this cold, wretched ship if he could just resist the urge to tear you apart right then and there.

His head tilts back slightly, and his hips push forward, attempting to press more firmly against your stomach, but you pull back just enough to deny him the pressure. Even then, you notice when his breathing completely loses its composure, especially when you move closer, and in a deliberate, almost playful act, blow hot air from your lips onto the side of his neck. As if that were the final straw, the tip of his cock, resting against your stomach, becomes soaked, and when you look down, you witness his release starting to seep through his boxers, almost breaking through the fabric. Your already exhausted walls, as if they hadn't had enough, have the audacity to start pulsing, watching him cum all over without you even touching him.

"Is something going on here?" Monte's recognizable voice shatters the spell, his presence right behind you. Looking over Ettore's shoulder, you see him observing both of you with his arms crossed over his chest.

Your eyes return to Ettore, and he meets your gaze, his cheeks flushed, lips still slightly parted. Your hand falls to your side, and his hands slowly release the doorframe; now, it isn't just your knees that feel like they might buckle. From the look in his eyes, if Monte hadn't arrived, you would have been in serious trouble. And in a twisted way, you almost wish he hadn't shown up. Passing by Ettore, you offer him a brief smile before your steps take on a carefree quality, while he visibly trembles from head to toe. He wants to sink his teeth into your throat, slit it with his bare teeth, and fuck that hole, just to teach you not to be such a filthy cock tease.

"No." Your voice slices through the air as you stop beside Monte, not missing the chance to glance back at Ettore, who doesn't even turn around. "Nothing happening."

With those words, you made your way back through the ship, your steps silent until you threw yourself onto your bed. They're always watching him, aren't they? Maybe waiting for him to unleash the beast within, and well, he will. Eventually, he will. And you'll be there to suck up every last drop if he even lets you live to share the tale afterward. That night, you didn't sleep, your eyes fixed on the entrance to the bunker, waiting under the blue lights for those predatory eyes to appear, but they never did. And you were left pulsing with need until the next morning.

What was already a silence became even more profound in the days that followed, and the eyes that had already consumed you before now seemed to gnaw at you with all their might. He was everywhere yet nowhere at the same time. He appeared to be biding his time, calculating. It was a stark contrast to the impulsiveness you thought he possessed, but no, it seemed like he was intent on unsettling you. You were no longer sleeping, and not even the drugs Dibs gave you could coax you into slumber. Your pupils were tightly constricted, always fixed on the hallway at night, expecting him to come for you at any moment.

Life and the artificial air continued to fill your lungs. Today, you spent the day with Dibs. She doesn't let go of her obsession, clinging to the bone even though she knows damn well that this baby thing won't happen. Not even the fucking lives already formed could survive this hell, who does she think is going to be born here? It was a total farce. Sometimes, it seemed like just an excuse to tear us apart from the inside, she must get some twisted pleasure from it, that bitch of a doctor. I'm sure she's the type who'd suck off semen samples; she looks like she would.

Being the last to leave her room, you were practically dragging yourself through the ship. Your limbs were heavy, pain radiating throughout your body, your groin nearly purple from being spread on that stretcher for so long, and the sleepless nights only adding to the weight. You were still bleeding and needed a shower, and that's exactly what you went for. At that moment, you could at least have a decent fucking shower. Discarding the orange uniform, you turned the shower knob and felt the hot water cascade over your body.

From head to toe, it felt like standing under a waterfall if you closed your eyes and had a good imagination. Scrubbing every inch with that neutral soap, it felt like you were cleansing your very soul. A freshness, even as your skin started to redden from the high water temperature. Closing your eyes, you rested one hand on the wall, tilting your head back to let the water hit your face directly, and it was only then that your breath was cut off by a hand covering your mouth and nose, the heat on your back not from the water alone.

"One sound and I'll snap your pretty neck in two." Your breathing quickened even further as you recognized the voice whispering in your ear. He might not speak much, but when he does, he's unforgettable, isn't he?

It felt like your entire body had been cast into the fucking flames, ignited. There was that sweetness again, the sensation of losing control of your body while every nerve was vibrantly alive. His free arm wrapped completely around you, pressing your back against what seemed to be his bare chest, and you could feel his erection against your lower back, still concealed. If he hadn't been muffling your mouth with his palm, he would have seen the smile that crept onto your lips. But just as quickly, you snapped your head back, hitting his face with a force that seemed to split your own skull. His hands left you as he staggered backward, and you turned swiftly, advancing to land another punch while he was still reeling from the headbutt. As expected, his body fell to the ground, and this was your fucking chance. Straddling him directly over his face, you made sure to press each of your knees onto his hands, making him grunt in pain.

"A gentle woman for a gentle man." Your voice was almost spat out as you looked down at him. That feeling surged up your thighs. Alive.

His nose was bleeding, his eyes dark. He didn't care about the pain for long, not when your pussy was so close to his face. Shoving your hands into his hair, you gripped tightly, putting your full weight on his face and feeling his tongue dart out almost immediately to start licking you thoroughly, every little inch, from your entrance to your clit to your lips. A wide smile spread across your lips, a loud sound escaping them as your head threw back. Your hips began to move violently against his face, not satisfied with just his mouth. You slid your arousal down his nose, down his chin, circling your hips until you even let it drip down his cheeks. His movements grew even more frantic beneath you, his head moving from side to side, trying to keep up with the rhythm you set.

"Oh, fuck!" you found yourself almost screaming, feeling his tongue delve into you, rolling and searching, swallowing what dripped from you. "Don't stop, don't stop..." the words tumbled out of your lips, over and over.

Looking down, you saw his face completely red, the blood running down his chin mingling with your taste, his eyebrows furrowed in ecstasy. His hands started to struggle to free themselves from under your knees, probably because he was running out of air. This was quite evident in how his legs also began to thrash beneath you. This only spurred your movements as you rode his face with even greater fervor, rolling your hips and letting moans escape your lips, fingers tangled in his hair, not allowing him to escape a single inch of your skin. And it's not like his tongue had stopped; in fact, it seemed to work even harder, and when his teeth grazed your flesh, your eyes finally rolled back. The strength drained from your body as your climax hit you like a powerful wave, your hands bracing on the floor to keep your torso upright.

Without giving you time to really recover, Ettore spun you around, your back slamming against the cold floor. His hand found your face, his closed fist connecting with it and sending you sprawling to the side, legs still trembling from the orgasm that had just consumed you. Turning you head to look at him, a smile appeared on your lips, your teeth marked with the blood that had just come out, and it seemed almost too much for him. Shoving down his orange pants and underwear, Ettore freed his cock, swollen and soaked, looking like it was ready to climax right there. Pulling your thighs apart with both hands, he dragged you closer and aligned himself with your entrance.

"Scream and I'll break your jaw." The warning was clear in his tone. Well, you were probably already loud enough, and if someone came to check on you, they wouldn't even ask questions seeing him on top of you.

Without waiting for answers, he slammed his hips against yours, thrusting all at once to the hilt. Your insides throbbed, trying to expel him, along with the sharp pain in your already sensitized flesh. Your lips even parted to let out a sound, which was quickly cut off by a strong slap to your face. Your eyes watered, your insides tightening around him even more, making him pause to savor how you were gripping him.

"Filthy whore, making a mess of my cock." His voice was thick with barely contained pleasure, the words followed by a firm thrust that made both of you squirm.

One of his hands rested on the side of your cheek, forcing the other side to the floor, and for a second, you thought your face might split. The other hand moved up to your stomach, applying pressure as he started thrusting with all his might, feeling himself hitting the deepest part of you. Your sounds were muffled by his hand pressing against your face, your hands trying to dig into the bathroom floor, nails breaking to keep yourself steady. Your whole body moved with each violent thrust, the low sounds of your moans filling the room along with the sound of skin slapping against skin. His hand circled your jaw to make you face him before his fist slammed into your face once more, sending sharp pain through you and your body arching off the ground.

Your head turned to face him, the almost evil smile on your lips and his pupils dilating even more with the blood pooling in your mouth. His lips parted completely, his cock inside you twitching at the sight. Gathering the blood, you spat in his direction, watching the liquid mix with his on his cheek. The smile that now appeared on his own lips almost made you cum right there, at that exact moment. Leaning into you and without lessening the impact of his thrusts, he rested both elbows on either side of your head, feeling your breasts bounce as they were pressed against his chest.

"I'm starting to like you," Ettore murmurs, his voice broken by the uneven breathing and the sounds of pleasure he's holding back.

"Say that again and I'll rip your throat open," you reply, turning your face to meet his gaze.

Staring into each other's eyes, both of your smiles are wide, both bloody with the mess that are your faces. You feel the thrusts becoming more erratic, and as you slide your noses together, your lips meet in a messy kiss, neither of you really able to kiss back with the low moans escaping. You feel the tremors start more firmly in your thighs, wrapping them around his waist, trying to bring him closer if it were possible. Your eyes meet, your hands circling his arms and holding on tightly.

"I'm going to cum," Ettore murmurs, and your only response is to go back to trying to devour his lips, involving your teeth in the process.

Feeling his pace get deeper, you knew you were done. Your walls clenched together, tremors taking over your entire body, at the same time Ettore's cock twitched inside you, thrusting shallower as he released all his cum into you. Your lips parted and opened, throwing your breaths into each other's faces, the depths of his blue eyes staring at you until your body stopped twitching completely, your eyes closing with the wave of satisfaction that enveloped your body like a glove.

He breathes heavily above you, pulling away just enough to look down at you, bloody and fucking stupid, your eyes fluttering open to meet his as his thumb circles your cheek in what could have been a gentle caress, spreading the blood already there. The moment is quiet, almost too quiet, broken only by the sound of the shower still running.

"I think you're really going to have to open my throat." His words seem almost lost in your ears, as low as usual.

You were going to answer, but before you could, his fist hit your face, this time sending you into the black hole. When you woke up again, you were in your own bed, and the blue lights were there once again. You tried to get up, but moving your head hurt like hell. Looking down, you were dressed in the shorts and tank top that serve as pajamas here, and if it weren't for the pain in your core and on your face, you might have thought it was just a dream. But no, it wasn't.

Lying down again completely, you stare at the hallway. It seems empty, but it isn't. You feel it isn't, like something tangible. It's there, watching, maybe waiting. And all you do is close your eyes and drift off into the most peaceful sleep you've had since being on this ship. The blue lights no longer flood your eyelids tonight.