#i kept getting distracted 💔

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Tunner winced in disgust as blood and saliva dripped onto him, but he couldn't stop staring at Simon-... Was this even Simon anymore? At whatever beast this was readying itself to kill him. He felt cold and painfully tense all over, the soft 'click' from his gun alerting Simon that he was about to fire. The moment Simon let go of the walls though, Tunner screamed, uncurled himself, and rolled to the side barely in time, Simon just missing the sheriff by not even half an inch. Tunner screamed and shot up to his feet, stumbling and tripping over himself as he ran towards the steps that led out of the cellar. He aimed his gun and fired blindly into the room in hopes that it would frighten, or distract the beast from following him- at least long enough for him to get out of the basement.

His own hot blood would still be splattered on the floor, leaving a nice little trail behind.

"Well now, ain't you a sight fer sore eyes. Mind tellin' me whats been going on with you, kid?" Tunner hums, keeping his distance from the other. "Been hearin' a whole lot o' ruckuss, but nobody can seem t' give this old soul a straight answer as to what yer up to." ( @tumbleweeds-go-by

[ Simon’s fur stood up on ends as he heard the voice of the ole sheriff, looking like he quite literally robbed a bank ]

[ Which, even if he did, would’ve been a horrible thing to do with law enforcements such as him around !!! ]

[ He was already uncharacteristically on edge, but now thinking of this fake scenario has made him even MORE on edge, and he slowly raised his paws in the air like he was surrendering ]

[ Simon bro… ]

“ it’s true “

“ ok. ok FINE it’s true. i did it tunner. and i’m not proud of it.. i’m so unproud of it, dude “

“ but it was a moment of weakness .. !! “

[rockintapper]

i cooked

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-> happy (belated) birthday @garfieldstim!! board with both junhan & han with stuff i thought you'd like, such as mycology & loosely horror stims :3

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[tenpixelsusie]

a heem heem whimper

[mywritersmind]

hi love!! how are you??💗

theres such a lack of franco stuff 💔 so since i just saw u were asking for ideas what about maybe franco and the reader have had feelings for each other for a while but kept them to themselves and something happens that provokes franco to confess 🤭 or the other way around :)) you can do whatever you want <3

JEALOUSY - FC43

listen up : no warnings!! thanks for the request this is super fun and proud of franco for q3 today🧉🫡 keep requesting!!

word count : 1200

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“Hi love.” Franco says smoothly in my ear, his hand resting on my waist as I take the drink out of his hand, coughing and handing it back quickly. He frowns, “I thought you would like this.”

I shake my head, “Gross.” My friends all look at us as he sips the drink.

“Just fuck and get it over with.” My friend says, making everyone laugh except Franco and I. I raise a brow at them as they apologize and scurry away.

I step away and look at Franco, his eyes are wandering around the club. He’s in all black, his waves big and as a piece falls in his face, he catches me staring.

We’re friends. I know that. And I love him for it. He’s respectful and kind, flirty and hilarious, and will never leave me behind. But sometimes it’s hard, I feel like we have these moments then it just disappears.

“Love?” He asks and fuck me, that nickname gets me everytime. I look away and try to hide my blush but he grabs my chin and turns my head back, a grin on his face and a spark in his eyes.

“I need an actually drinkable drink!” I yell over the music as he laughs and stands up straighter.

“I’ll grab you something.” He says it quickly but I shake my head.

“No chance, Colapinto!” I back up, “Don’t cry without me.”

“Unlikely.” He winks and when I turn, my cheeks are still hot. My friends give me a look and I can’t help but smile, I like Franco. I can’t help it.

You try having your best friend flirt with you while looking like that.

I’m still smiling when I order my drink. I almost don’t notice the man sliding up next to me. He’s tan and blonde, he smiles at me and I politely smile back, looking away.

When he doesn’t move, I look back to him again, “Hi- Sorry, I couldn’t help but come up to you. You’re gorgeous.”

I smile politely, “Uh, Thank you!” I am single, even if my mind tricks me sometimes when I look at Franco.

“You here alone?” I’m about to say no but when I turn to look at Franco, I laugh out loud. He’s with a girl, she’s pretty with dark skin and boobs that Franco’s getting distracted by.

“Yes!” I turn back to him, “I am!” The bartender hands me my drink and I start on it immediately, “I’m Y/n.”

He smiles, “JJ.” He starts talking about himself and as I listen, my hand goes to his arm and he scoots a bit closer.

I find myself genuinely laughing at things he says, not because I find him funny but I find what he’s saying ridiculously stupid.

I can’t help but look back at Franco, he’s staring at me. That’s surprising. The girl is still next to him, smiling and talking still.

I raise my brows at him and he does the same to me. I mouth, ‘What?’ but he just rolls his eyes and looks back at the girl. Fuck. Him.

“Y/n? Are you listening to me?” I look back at the man who didn’t even ask me a question, as he frowns.

“Dude, I don’t even remember your name.” I take my drink and walk away. I see Franco follow me out of the corner of my eye.

I groan, walking past my friends as they ask me what’s wrong, “I’m gonna go!” They start to follow me out but stop when they see Franco.

I set my drink down and keep maneuvering through the crowd, the fresh air finally hitting me. “Y/n!” He yells after me but I keep walking, ignoring the cold.

I don’t say anything so he calls after me again, “Y/n! You can’t just leave alone!”

I roll my eyes and turn around, “What do you want me to do then? Go home with that blonde?” I say sarcastically as his face drops.

We’re farther away from any people now, “No. I wanted you to come get me.”

“And take you away from your attention holder? No thanks.”

He shakes his head, “This can’t be because you’re jealous.” he scoffs, “I was having a conversation! And we’re not…” he trails off and I groan.

“We’re not what, Franco? And I'm not the one that is jealous in this situation! You were giving him a death glare.”

“Yeah well the way he was looking at you, he deserved it.” I roll my eyes and start to walk away again but he grabs my arm, “Wait- Y/n! I don’t get it.”

“Seriously? Are you that fucking blind or just plain stupid!?” He looks shocked I would yell at him.

Well I'm pissed off and angry at him. “You can't complain about some guy talking to me when you were otherwise occupied.”

“She- No. Y/n, I was barely listening to her. She fucking recognized me and I couldn’t hear a thing she said because you were laughing with that douche bag!”

I cross my arms, his touch leaving me. “You don’t even know him.”

“What’s his name, Y/n. I’ll get to know him.” He raises a brow as I look away, “I just- Fuck it’s hard. And I don’t want some slimy prick hitting on you!”

“Right, cause you’re the only slimy prick who gets to do that.” He lets out a dry laugh. “You are jealous!”

“Of course I am!” His tone makes me frown, he sighs then looks me in the eye, “I don’t want to share you. I hate being your friend because all I can think about is us kissing but that’s weird because you don’t want more and I'm trying to be respectful and a gentleman but shit, Y/n. You’re making it really hard.”

I just stare at him, frozen. He speaks again, “And I'm sorry. I mean, I'm not sorry for getting you to ditch that guy but…” I laugh a bit and it makes him smile, “I’m sorry for not saying this sooner.”

I shake my head, everything I've dreamed about coming true in the matter of minutes, “Franco.”

“If you’re gonna reject me, just get it over with please.” I laugh and his face tells me it doesn’t make him feel better.

“Franco.” He meets my eyes again as I move my hands to his neck, then jaw, reaching up and kissing him softly, “I really like you too.”

He freezes for a second and I'm worried I've done something wrong. But then his face breaks into a grin and he kisses me again, wrapping his arms around me and spinning me in the air.

I laugh as he hugs me, “This is the best day of my life.” He sets me down as my cheeks start to hurt from my smile.

“I thought your F1 debut was the best day of your life?” His hands slide to my waist as he shakes his head rapidly.

“Fuck that. Better things have come!” He kisses me again and I melt into him, “You’re better than anything I could have asked for.”

[kathlare]

surprise, baby

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie surprises Lando in Monaco after his victory at the Dutch Grand Prix.

Wordcount: 1.1 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

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August 27th, 2024 - Monte Carlo, Monaco

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wagsf1gossip: Spotted: Amelie Dayman touching down in Monaco this afternoon! 👀✈️💋 Is she here to support her man after his big win, or is she just living her best life? 💅🏽✨ Either way, we’re loving the energy. Monaco better be ready for some major WAG vibes. 😏👑

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f1gossiper101: So, she’s finally made it to Monaco after the win?

f1lover4life: Amelie in Monaco, Lando winning? Someone pinch me, I’m living for these vibes 🏆 → f1superfan123: @f1lover4life Facts! Honestly, Monaco just got a whole lot hotter! 🔥

maxismyking: Amelie in Monaco? Looks like Lando’s weekend just got 1000x better 😩🔥

f1_boy93: If Amelie’s coming to Monaco, does that mean Lando’s staying on top of his game?? 👀 → f1fanatic01: @f1_boy93 Honestly, dude’s been winning and he’s winning. Don’t think Amelie’s the distraction. 😏

landonorrisfan4life: She’s out there living the dream while we’re stuck at home 🥴💔

f1gossip: I mean, we all know who’s really winning here… someone’s gonna be VERY happy

f1truthhurts: Imagine being so famous you have to flaunt it in Monaco after your boyfriend’s win. 🤭

f1racefanatic: Lowkey tired of seeing Amelie everywhere 💀 like can’t she take a break? → f1lover45: @f1racefanatic Honey, she’s living her best life, take notes. 👑👀

fanlovers22: Lando’s about to be the happiest guy in Monaco 😏

lilypad14: Amelie landing in Monaco right after his win? Uh, yeah, we know what’s going down 💅🏽 → f1lover247: @lilypad14 Girl, you know it’s about to be a celebration 😏🎉

f1fanatic25: Can she not? Does she ever give Lando space? 😬

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The night was quiet around the Monaco apartment as Lando relaxed in his studio, with nothing but the sound of Max’s banter and the steady click of his controller to break the silence. He’d just returned from the madness of the Dutch Grand Prix, and though he was still on a high from his victory, part of him longed for some peace and the comfort of familiar faces, even if it was through a Twitch stream.

But unbeknownst to him, his world was about to get flipped upside down in the best way possible.

As he readied himself for another round, the front door of the apartment creaked open quietly. Amelie had been planning this surprise for weeks—she knew exactly when Lando would be off his post-race high, and she’d managed to get her hands on the keys to his place in Monaco. She didn’t want to waste any time, not after all the teasing, flirty messages they’d exchanged over FaceTime after the Dutch GP. She’d been waiting for the right moment to see him in person.

With a soft grin, Amelie tiptoed inside, her heart racing with excitement. She’d kept the plan a secret, and now it was time to make her grand entrance. She walked down the hallway and into the studio, her eyes immediately locking onto Lando, his face lit up by the glow of the screen. He was fully absorbed in the game, completely unaware of her presence. Max’s voice echoed from the speakers, his banter about the race keeping Lando entertained, but that wasn’t the only thing that kept his focus.

Amelie couldn’t help but smirk as she approached him from behind. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around him, her hands sliding across his chest, pulling him into a tight hug. Lando froze for a moment, his controller falling from his hands, and he stiffened—then he slowly turned his head, his mouth falling open in surprise.

—Amelie?— he said, his voice filled with disbelief, followed by a laugh. —What the hell are you doing here?—

Amelie’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as she leaned in, resting her chin on his shoulder. She could feel the tension in his body slowly melt away, replaced with the warmth of her embrace.

—Surprise, baby,— she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. —I couldn’t stay away any longer. You’ve been teasing me with those flirty texts, and I had to see you... in person.—

Lando's eyes went wide, and for a split second, he forgot where he was. His heart raced, a mix of excitement and pure joy washing over him. It wasn’t just the surprise of seeing her— it was the fact that she had come all this way, just to be with him.

—Are you... serious?— he asked, his voice thick with disbelief. —I... I didn’t know you were coming.—

Amelie giggled, her fingers lightly tracing the back of his neck.

—Yeah, well, I like keeping you on your toes. And I know how much you love being surprised—especially when it’s me.

Max’s voice echoed through the speakers, oblivious to what was going on.

—Oi, Lando, you there?— Max called through the headset. —We’re waiting for your trash talk, mate. You’ve been too quiet. You okay?—

Lando, still in shock, gave a quick glance at Amelie before grabbing the headset.

—Yeah, I’m good, just... uhm... getting distracted by some... amazing company, mate. Don’t worry about me, though. You’re good to go.—

Amelie, catching the playful tone in his voice, grinned even wider.

—What’s the matter, Norris?— she teased, her voice dripping with flirtation. —Can’t handle a little distraction?—

—Nah, it’s just... hard to focus when you’ve got the most beautiful woman in the world right in front of you.—

Amelie blushed, but she wasn’t about to let him have the last word.

—Is that so? Well, if you want me to keep distracting you... I can make it more interesting, you know.—

Lando’s eyebrows shot up, the playful banter between them always sparking a fire he couldn’t resist.

—Oh, really?— he said, his voice low and teasing. —You’re gonna make it interesting, huh?—

Amelie laughed softly and playfully pulled away from him, her fingers grazing his shoulder as she walked to the side of the room, casually glancing at the Twitch stream.

—Maybe later, Norris, I’ve got other plans for you. For now, though, I’m just gonna watch you squirm.—

Max, still oblivious, called out again, clearly confused by the sudden change in Lando’s mood.

—Lando, mate, what’s going on? You okay? You’re not acting like yourself.—

Lando couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head as he turned his chair to face Amelie, who was now casually leaning against the desk, arms folded, a devilish grin on her face.

—I’m fine, Max, just... uh... distracted by something way better than your gameplay.—

Max was quiet for a moment before he chuckled.

—Alright, alright, I get it, mate. Don’t let us stop you, then.—

Lando didn’t waste another second, he quickly clicked off the stream.

—Okay, now, where were we?— he said, standing up and walking toward Amelie, a cocky grin on his face.

Amelie’s heart skipped a beat as Lando closed the distance between them. She wasn’t expecting this... but she wasn’t about to back down either.

—What do you think, huh? You’ve got me here. I’m all yours tonight.—

Lando’s eyes darkened with intensity as he stepped closer to her. He placed a hand on her waist, pulling her toward him with a slow, deliberate motion.

—You know I’ve been thinking about you all night. You’ve got me going crazy, Amelie.—

She smiled, tilting her head, enjoying every second of the playful tension building between them.

—Oh, really?— she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. —Then show me just how crazy I make you.—

Lando’s breath hitched, his hand moving to her neck as he kissed her deeply, losing himself in the sensation of her touch. They’d spent so much time teasing and flirting over the phone, it was finally time to let that tension explode.

Amelie responded eagerly, her hands sliding under his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips. She was done with the games, done with the waiting.

As they pulled back for a moment, both of them panting, Lando’s eyes were filled with raw desire.

—Are you sure you want to do this?— he asked, his voice husky with emotion.

Amelie nodded, her hands tugging at his shirt, guiding him toward the bedroom.

—Oh, I’m sure, Lando. I’m more than sure.—

The night passed in a blur of heated moments, the teasing, the laughs, and everything in between. They were finally together, without distance, without barriers—just two people, in love, ready to explore every inch of each other’s world.

[bon2bonn]

Change of winds

22!F1!grid X female!driver!reader

Words count : 3.2k .

* I'm so sorry for the long delay 🙏🏻 💔 . 💀🤦🏻‍♀️Life is shit in general and I can't finish any of my WIP list , so this might be the last update for a while until I could make/find the time to breathe and get some proper writing done .

2.october

Stretching after a long dreadful meeting was the first thing she did once everyone dismissed themselves out of the room , suppressing a yawn by covering her mouth as she leaned back in her chair in exhaustion . Today was a full schedule and that means back to back meetings along with legal and audit reviews of months worth of work , not to mention the preparations for upcoming events and gala's due to end of year celebrations back in headquarters .

To say her schedule was packed would be an understatement, but she made sure to not overwhelm herself and made time to check on the guys . she hated how they all got distracted by their busy schedules and lives in general, now they barely got a chance to meet eachother at their Spare time, and that was hard on all of them , the transition of going from spending most of their time working together even spending their off time close by to separate across the globe with them traveling constantly and her tucked away from one meeting to another not to mention the different timezones far away from their reach .

They still made the effort to call and leave voice messages daily, keeping her up with what's happening on the grid, and she in return left them all with voice messages and calls before every race , wishing them luck and a safe drive , religiously tuning in to every quali and race despite the time gaps and the work load , even indulging her now employees to enjoy the sport too , unknown to them how she herself used to race not long ago , some even recognized her but kept quiet out of respect to not get her unwanted attention, so she made most of the time to distract herself from the pit of uneasiness growing in her chest , and her almost overflowing schedule helped in that aspect.

A light knock snapped her out, followed by her assistant Lauren who peeked her head in , giving her an apologetic look making her sigh deeply before ushering her in " what now? " Lauren winced as she briefed her on the situation " you remember Mr Solly ? , head of the Australian branch is outside waiting on for an urgent meeting, something to do with the recent changes regarding the finance and marketing department " she tilted her head at the name " he came all the way to France to complain?" Lauren just nod not knowing what to say, making her huff a laugh " that's dedication, I'll give him that " taking a quick glance at her watch she then decided "Alright, I have 20 minutes before the next meeting so send him in , and please make sure to send out the Japanese deadline notice before we head to Montreal " Lauren nods as she typed on her pad then handed her the next meeting files " this will be our final meeting for the French branch , tomorrow will be field day and you have an appearance at Paris d'or gala , then you're free till Wednesday night , we'll be heading to Spain for the launch then we'll fly to Montreal form there before heading to New York on the 13th " she slumped over the desk dramatically , Groaning as she grumbled " and I thought my media duties were torturous " making Lauren remember " by the way the new Media team are going to attend the event tomorrow evening and will accompany us through the rest of the way back to UK " she snapped her head at the news " what!? , no no no " Lauren nod at her miserable face " yes, be grateful they're not following you everyday" , she straightened her posture and nods " if they try to get on my nerves I'm ditching them for good " Lauren nods in agreement " fair enough " then she made way to the door , letting Mr Solly in before closing it behind her .

The man walked in confidently with a certain look in his eyes, one she saw too many times to recognise with ease, he was sizing her and at the same time giving off the illusion of power , of having the upper hand over the situation, and she wanted to see the show he was trying to put up to it's end so she held her tongue as she greeted him " Mr Solly, you're a long way from Australia" he nods stoically " Ms L/N, I apologize for the inconvenience , I know how demanding your schedule is these days " she gave him a bored look " good to see we both think of it the same way " , her statement made him clench his hands but he kept his cool and proceeded " well , it's about the financial arrangements you installed previously and we see that they're a bit , extreme " she leveled him with a raised eyebrow " and may I ask who is we? " He cleared his throat " well the .... The directors and ..." She didn't waste time listening to his lame excuses " if my memory serves me right , and it does. The 'arrangements' as you called them were approved by the board members along with the department manager himself and the shareholders " his breath hitched and she didn't stop there " these arrangements came in time with various complaints from within the department about missing numbers from the accounts and they're not just small undetected numbers, they're big Mr Solly, too big to get swiped aside as human error or collateral casualty, so I'm asking you directly Mr Solly, do you have something to say? " , he clenched his jaw before he gritted out " what are you insinuating? " She leaned back on her chair with a wide grin " I'm not insinuating anything Mr Solly, I'm just asking obvious questions? But you seems to already know the answers " , He straightened his back and dropped his fake smile " you have no idea how things work, this is bigger than you , you think you can just come in and run around as you please just cause you're sitting on that chair? It's only a matter of time before everything crumbles because of your ignorance , you won't be smiling then " , she feigned surprise " are you threatening me Mr Solly? " He seemed satisfied with her reaction as he smugly answered " no , I'm simply enlightening you " she shook her head in boredom, staking her files and intertwined her hands on top of the stak giving him a wide smile unfazed by his falling apart façade " then let me enlight you in return , in two weeks time will be the next evaluation, I'll expect one of two things when I turn up by then , either your full report along with the missing accounts and data or your resignation letter, it's up to you to choose which one I'll be receiving first " .

She stood with a silent huff , not giving him space to react or answer back to the accusations and collected her files " now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be , I'm sure you know your way out " she made her way to the door and left like nothing happened.

The man was at the point beyond seething, he screamed at the empty chair, slamming his hands on the desk and proceeded to kick at chair before him . She stood by Lauren's desk, not bothering to glance at the closed door where the shouts of anger radiates off " charge him if he damaged anything and be sure to have at least one of the security to..... help him out if needed , and let me know if Martin call back or send the files I asked about " with a final nod she made her way to the next meeting .

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Posted Tuesday , 4.oct .2022

The L/N official

📍Paris, France 🇫🇷

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TheL/Nofficial . light mode ☀️, night mode 🌑✨ , First official post with our lovely boss @Y/nsworld, we kicked off our journey with Paris 🗼 enchanting glamour, thank you France for the hospitality and we can't wait to return for more 🇫🇷♥️ .

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4.october 2022

Letting a chuckled at her frowning face , then shared an amused grin over her head with Sergio who extended his arm out for her to hold into " I thought you'd be more hungover than this " , she gave him a hard glare reaching blindly to smack him as she replied emphasizing with each smack " and I thought you'd be nicer " he dodged the last one groaning as he held his wounded shoulder from her assault " you ditched me for months!! and when you show up you hit me !? " She shrugged " I'm suffering and you're the one responsible for it so you have to suffer too " she turned to Sergio who was now laughing at their fight while kylian scoffed at her "it's not my fault you drink like a bottomless pit ! I told you to slow down !" She turned her head back to scowl at him " I was nervous!! and you dared me to drink half of what we had!" He looked away at her accusations finding interest in the ceiling , away from her glaring eyes .

She rolled her eyes and asked " where's Leo ? He's my favourite anyway, and he's for sure nicer than you " he pouted and made his way behind her to wrap his arms around in a tight hug, swaying them from side to side as he whined " I thought I was your favourite?! " She held his arms with one of her hands while she used the other to reach back to give him a hard pinch on his side " not when you're amplifying my headache " making him yelp in pain and flinch away holding his side " fuck! " , she ignored him and turned to Sergio who was holding back his laugh and raised an eyebrow at him with her eyes narrowed " you want one ? " He backed away raising his hands in fear " no thank you" she nods and made her way towards the rest of the team waiting for the tour guide to lead them further into the newly built facility .

Her father's company has been one of the main investors which made the responsibility to attend on a short notice to attend the tour either along with the other investors from other companies or with the team itself, and since she was barely conscious that morning when Lauren flooded her phone with SOS messages to drag her not even 15 minutes later to attend with the team their first tour on the newly built facility .

So here she is , willing her tired self to push through the day in favour of sleeping her killer hangover away , not to mention her little shit of a best friend who is making hard for her to not throw him in one of the construction containers to serve him for poking fun at her .

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5.october

Tom made his way to the stairs, avoiding the crowded lift in order to clear his mind a bit , a little exercise with some music won't do him any harm , so with his headphones on loud he took the first two floors before contemplating his choice as his legs started to shake , and it didn't take long for him to deem his choice a shitty one and used the exit door to find the lift in the third floor .

He leaning on the wall to support his weight as he waited to catch his lost breaths , and when it finally arrived it was way less crowded than he expected, with only one lady standing on the side with her hands clapped before her in an elegant way , he adjusted his hoodie and greeted her in a polite " hello " receiving a nod back before taking the other side further from her after pressing the top floor, focusing his eyes on his phone to pass the time , after a moment she asked after noticing where he's heading " you're going for a meeting too ? " He looked at her then shrugged " you can say that " she hummed in thought then pointed at what he was wearing , a hoodie along with jeans and his hair a mess , and gave a disapproving face " I don't think you have an appropriate attire for such place " even shaking her head with disdain " kids these days " he gave her a side glance , huffing a laugh under his breath before speaking aloud " well , it's a good thing i didn't ask for your opinion nor approval on that , seeing it's none of your business " leaving her with her mouth shut and hands clenched into fists , and made his exit when they reached the floor , rolling his eyes at her then turned round the corner and out of her sight.

He came face to face with Eddie who looked ready to head to a meeting, giving him a glare as he stood his ground with his arms crossed making Eddie clap his hands in a pleading manner " it's a last minute meeting, I wouldn't go if it wasn't urgent, it's only half hour consultation " when he didn't receive any answer he went for bribery " I'll get you a brand new set " Tommy gave him an unimpressed look " Bibi already did send me one from France " Eddie rolled his eyes with a mumble of " of course she did " before huffing at his youngest brother and asked " what do you want ? " Tommy extended his hand with his palm up " I'm driving back , and for the next week " he glared back at him and Searched his pockets before throwing his key at Tommy's waiting hand pointing at him in warning " just this time " and hurried down the hall to the meeting room , he swung the keys around his finger as he made his way to Carlton , his brother's longtime assistant who sat behind his desk as usual , making the later look up when he made his way over , smiling up at him as he leaned on the desk " look what Van Gogh dragged in " Tommy's smile widened , with his dimples on full display as he peeked his head over the screen that Carlton was working on minutes ago , " oh , no need for insults , you could just say you missed me " Carlton raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed " yeah sure , I do miss you missing up my files and distracting me half of the time you're here , and the other half you spend whining up and down about being board " Tommy kept his grin and teased with his eyes squinted " so you do miss me ! " Carlton rolled his eyes and sighed going back to his work " sit your ass down, I got work to do " he saluted and made his way over to set of plush chair across from the desk and made himself comfortable then started working on one of his sketches , moments later he heard his name being called, and when he looked up he was greeted by a slightly medium sized bag aimed at his face but he caught it before any damage could happen, and before jumping to send it back at Carlton he looked at the bag and his smile returned at the sight of his favourite candy , and called out in a sweet voice " ooooh , so you did, did missed me !? " making the other mumble under his breath " sometimes I regret doing so " making Tommy ask loudly " what was that ? " , " nothing! , if you don't want it give it back ! " The call made Tommy hug the bag and lean away "ok! I want it ! And thank you for thinking of me ! " making Carlton groan and burry his blushing face on his hands almost regretting his action , almost , but the sound of Tommy's loud humming made him take it back , " huummmn , sweet , but not as sweet as you~ " , yup he definitely regrets it now .

Back to Edward who was making his way to his urgent consultation after handing over his car keys, taking a breath before unlocking the door and stepping in , about to greet the Clint who turned out to be a woman standing by the window overlooking the skyline of London with her back facing him , but his words died in his throat when she turned around to face him , a smile made it's way upon her lips and she didn't hesitate to greet him , taking notice of his stunned face and stiff shoulders " hello Edward , it's been a long time " , he couldn't grasp if it's real or if he was having a cruel dream , no a nightmare . but it took him a moment to find his voice again and ask in disbelief " Mom ? " .

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[belladonnasmenagerie]

Day 5: Mark Hoffman X Reader

Mirror sex, brat taming, double penetration

💔🥀Hey guys!!! I’m sorry for not posting in a long time I get sidetracked and distracted easily, I want to try and get good or decent works out for all of you so please stay patient with me I’ll post when I can!! Now enjoy some saucy Hoffman 😏🥀💔

!!18 plus!! Minors don’t interact!!

Overview: After a police event Mark teaches you a lesson for being a brat and flirting with Strahm

Warnings: dirty talk, degrading, anal, mirror sex, explicit language, toys, double penetration.

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“Fuck! Needy fucking whore.” Mark growled, arms tucked underneath your bent knees as one of his hands gripped around your throat, holding you up in his arms your own body nearly bent in half.

Panting hard you could feel the overstimulation setting in as Mark’s cock kept pounding into your stretched ass, the fake vibrating cock still pulsing inside your slick pussy.

“Look at yourself, spread out taking cocks in both holes like a bratty, needy, slut.” Mark degraded into your ear enunciating the last 3 words with sharp thrusts.

Your mind was empty, hazy eyes watching each thrust go up into you from the mirror, legs spread wide pulled up against your chest to give a good view of both cocks inside you.

“All you had to do was be a good girl at the event tonight and you could’ve gotten a reward.” Mark grunted, his thrusts becoming harsher “but no I had to pull you from flirting with fucking Strahm because you’re a needy cumdumpster wanting another mans cock inside you, right?”

You shook your head no

“No? Look at how fucked dumb you are by me just putting a dildo inside your greedy pussy, while my cock is tearing your ass open.” He snapped reaching his other hand down to press the dildo deeper inside of you.

A screech left your lips at the feeling begging Mark

“No more! Please!”

A quick slap to your clit echoed across the room.

“I told you not to beg. This is your punishment and you’re going to take it like the brat you are, right?”

You nodded “Yes, sir.” You whimpered feeling your poor puffy clit throb at the slap.

“Good girl.” Mark praised thrusting up inside you faster, focusing on his own pleasure as his balls slapped against you.

Face buried into your shoulder, eyes screwed shut he cursed into your skin feeling the way you squeezed around him, loving the way your moans and whimpers filled the room. He hated being this way with you but the way you showed off your body in that skin tight dress and that push up bra plus how you caressed Peters arm, laughing a little too hard at his jokes, he knew what you were doing this all to be a brat in need of attention. And now he’s going to give said attention to you over and over again until he’s satisfied.

The feeling of your nails digging into his arm knocked him from his thoughts, slowing down his thrusts so he could focus and whisper to you.

“What’s the matter baby?”

“M’ gonna cum again..” you whimpered feeling your pussy pulsing against the still vibrating toy strapped inside you, the thick black straps digging into your flesh.

“Mmmm, cum one more time for me, Then I’ll take the toy out of you.”

You nodded feeling one of Mark’s hands move to your pussy

“Such a good girl.” He praised moving his fingers against your clit “Come on baby, once more.” He egged you on

Your legs shook as you did your best to move against Marks fingers, the way they worked against your clit making you throw your head back against his shoulder.

“Fuck!” You yelled letting everything go as the 5th orgasm of the night overtook you, forcing you convulse against your boyfriend.

“So fucking good baby.” Mark praised watching how hard your orgasm hit you, his cock twitching inside your ass “and as promised..” unclipping the straps he pulled out the slick toy slowly from your pussy, making you mewl from the feeling as he dropped the toy to the floor.

“Thank you.” You breathed out

Mark hummed letting his hands caress over your spent body, his lips pressing against your neck as he moaned out.

“We’re not done yet baby.”

Looking back at him you pleaded with your eyes, hoping he’d take his cock out of you and just cum over your face.

“Oh poor baby, maybe you shouldn’t have acted the way you did and I wouldn’t have to do this.” He mocked

A swift slap to your pussy made you jolt and cry out, tears rolling down your eyes as Mark squeezed your legs in his arms, harder. With a growl Mark started thrusting his cock back into your ass as he chased his high.

You whimpered feeling like a rag doll in Marks arms being used for his own pleasure as he fucked the life from you.

“Yes! fuck yes!” Mark moaned burying his face into your shoulder, feeling his cock twitch inside you as he buried himself as deep as he could go, balls clenching as his seed spurted inside of you.

Breathing heavily Mark thrusted up a few more times, riding out his high and fucking the cum into you.

Letting go of your legs, which dropped like dead weight on either side of Marks legs, he pressed a sweet kiss to your neck.

One of his hands wrapped back around you, over your twitching thighs over to your sensitive pussy giving it a couple slaps forcing your body to involuntarily twitch as you groaned trying to push his hand away.

Mark chuckled placing his hand on your thigh

“Damn.” He moved your hair behind your ear with the other hand “didn’t know you could cum so much baby girl.”

“Shut up.” You mumbled turning your head to kiss his lips.

[lu-dao-writes]

— 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 (𝙃𝙪𝙖 𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙜)

꒰ྀི 🥀ˎˊ˗ 𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 He loves you not.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) Spoilers, cheating, hurt no comfort, HC’s unapologetic devotion for XL in front of you, rough sex, HC is not so great in this one, jealousy, gn!reader, mention of using sex as a coping mechanism, minimum editing.

𝘼/𝙉 I’m getting back into my danmei lmaoo. It’s nice to also post short pieces since I’ve been burnt out with long projects. So also I’m aware of the whole statute scene, but I didn’t go into depth because I’m not that far🥲. But I also appreciate all the likes I’ve gotten on my TGCF stuff! Also uh… This definitely also gave me vibes. Idek if the song works completely but it’s 🥵MINORS/AGELESS DNI! ⋆💔˚｡⋆ ྀི꒱

Edited 01/24/24: I made a whoopsie on the timeline. I mistaken chapters and pages like a dummy 😅😅. Holy balls I’m sorry y’all🤣.

Never did you imagine catching the Huā Chéng’s attention nor having his good graces.

You are nothing but a simple god in the heavens. Nothing highly praised, but important enough to be recognized and worshiped.

Of course you kept your meetings a secret and you enjoyed every small moment you had with him, after all, he is a very busy man, one of the four calamities in the ghost realm. You understand the workload.

You love him though with all his perfect and imperfections.

But…

You noticed a change as of late, and it all started when crown prince Xiè Lián arrived in the heavens for the third time apparently.

You knew very little of him initially, but you gathered the opinions of others due to the nasty things that were spewed from one mouth to another.

Obviously this wouldn’t do, so you opted to help him with the case in Mount Yujun, and you weren’t alone. Two “junior” officials also join you as well, and though they’re incredibly amusing, they’re also a headache as usual.

Anyways. While on this mission Xiè Lián was anything but what was being said in the heavens by the other gods. He’s incredibly humble, kind, has strong morals, and is charitable. A perfect friend to have in your life.

You don’t pry into his history, and you can tell he’s appreciative of that.

Once the mission is over with you come to your own conclusion and don’t regret it. You planned to even come visit him and help him out at his shrine until that familiar presence has you frozen in place.

What is Huā Chéng doing here..?

You left before you could be detected, fleeing back to your little palace and drowning yourself in your duties while unwillingly being stuck in your thoughts as well.

As days go by you note that when your beloved finally comes to you, it’s after his highness returns from another mission…

Huā Chéng is overwhelmed with emotions, that much is obvious when he grabs you so tight, his body tense and shoulders trembling just faintly.

His turmoil distracts you from your unsteady heart and you offer to remedy his burdens by being the one to lovingly service him.

But he turns your offer down.

Instead he resorts to his usual, just putting you on your hands and knees and then making you ride him with your back facing him when he grows tired of doing the work.

You’ve… Never had too much of a problem with this, the positions always hitting you deeply in those special, toe curling spots, and honestly he fucks you dumb to the point you got no thoughts.

But this didn’t soothe your paranoia, and you weren’t sure how to bring it up to him.

So you resort to soothing yourself.

‘It’s just insecurity. I’m just blowing it out of proportion.. Huā Chéng loves me.’

It only works for so long.

After that night Huā Chéng became distant again and soon did the unthinkable.

He snatched Xiè Lián from his palace where he was made to be confined in, and made a nice little show about it in the communication array.

You were dazed and hurt, not sure what his plans were and why he’s so infatuated with Xiè Lián. You weren’t sure if he wanted to hurt him or…

Or…

Your chest is heavy, but you push through and go with Fēng Xìn and Mù Qíng to find the runaway duo.

In the end, you wished to have just stayed tucked away in your palace, distracting yourself with your work for a moment longer than seeing this .

There’s many.. Many statues of Xiè Lián, all depicting a specific moment in his and Huā Chéng’s lifetime, or just because Huā Chéng wants another beautiful image of the crown prince.

It’s sick and painful. Your body trembling and your mind sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss that’s your proven thoughts.

Some can say it’s romantic.. Other can say it’s creepy. Pick your poison. But you felt humiliated above all else. It makes you question whether your relationship was even real this entire time.

When Huā Chéng makes his sudden appearance, he doesn’t even look ashamed, his attention and concern solely on Xiè Lián.

When you finally managed to leave Ghost City, like usual, you locked yourself away and finally exploded, taking your anger out on some of your furniture before sobbing on the cold floor, nothing but the shadows on the wall to comfort you in your grief.

All along Huā Chéng has been devoted to and in love with Xiè Lián.

The times you’ve had sex you’re sure he’s imagined him in your place.

In the meantime you were just something to keep him occupied until he had his chance.

You felt used and foolish and you had a tidal wave of resentment for Huā Chéng at his callousness.

And unfortunately you couldn’t help but have a little resentment for Xiè Lián…

You only distanced yourself from him and his party of growing allies, ignoring the hurt in his eyes when you brush him off, and ignoring him when he came to your palace asking for you and checking on you.

Your bitterness was just too immense.

You assume that no one knows still about you and your one sided relationship with Huā Chéng, otherwise you’re sure your doors would’ve been blown open and you’d be dragged into court for an interrogation by now.

Huā Chéng has yet to face you, and it hurts, but you’re not surprised either. You’re sure you’re not going to get an apology either.

Love truly can be a curse…

But for now you’ll let yourself mourn and stew in your anger. You’ll throw a small pity party for yourself and be a little destructive.

“Hi…! I know it’s late and this is completely random, but is that offer still available…?”

“Of course, come right on in~.”

You only hope that Péi Míng doesn’t pry too much…

[mayiwritesomething]

Echoplex (One-Shot)

This is a oneshot from LIAUN Series (Masterlist here)

Wordcount: 2,3k

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: +18 MDNI, SMUT, teasing, sex (p in v, no protection), oral sex, cursing words, etc.

A/N: I wrote this a while ago while writing the chapters of love is an unfamiliar name (still 2 more chapters to go), i didn’t like it at first but anyway i decided to give it a chance haha. Considering the upcoming chapter 8 will be quite sad, let smooth things with a smut one 😜

Btw it fits somewhere between chapters 6 and 7 but can be read as a one shot on it’s own.

You jetted off to LA on Monday night. Since you and Pedro hadn't met before your departure, you kept exchanging messages. Back at home in your satin sleep dress, feeling gorgeous, you decided to send him a selfie lounging on your sofa with the caption: Movie night. Wish you were here 💔

Almost immediately, you heard the notification sound. It was Pedro. His response was, "Don't you tease me like that baby." Smiling and feeling a rush of heat, you replied with a picture in front of the mirror, the dress slipping from your arms, revealing the curves of your breasts, and the caption, "Or what? Gonna make me pay? 😇"

Forgetting that Pedro preferred calling over texting, you were surprised when he video-called as you returned to the sofa. He was eager to see you, and you wanted him right then and there.

"Oh my god... this looks perfect on you," he said mischievously, then added, "It makes me wonder so much about what's underneath it—why the fuck do you do this?"

"Well, I can show you if you want," you replied with a naughty smile.

"I do, baby... I really do want to see—fuck," his smile faded. "Baby, I have to answer this; it's my manager. I'll be right back."

"Okay," you muttered, frustration taking over as you sank back onto the sofa, scrolling through your Mubi main screen.

Ten minutes turned into twenty, but there was still no call from Pedro. You decided to watch Bowie's Labyrinth, a movie that always made you feel at home.

Nearly two hours later, Pedro finally called, his excitement palpable through the phone. "I've got a fantastic project opportunity," he exclaimed while you listened, intrigued and staring at the screen. "Sorry for the delay in getting back to you, baby. I had to sort a few things out."

"It's alright," you replied, feeling drowsy. "I understand we can't ignore a manager's call."

"Well, the good news is I can make it up to you in person," he teased, causing you to melt a little inside. "Are you free on Thursday?"

"I'll be working on some mixes in my studio, but you're welcome to stop by. I’ve seen you working much more than I’d like; now you can watch me do my thing," you said with a smile.

"I'd love to," he responded eagerly. His enthusiasm was endearing, and you couldn't help but bite your lower lip in anticipation; you couldn’t wait to see him in person.

On Thursday morning, anxiety enveloped you as you meticulously organized your home, ensuring everything was precisely in place. Seeking distraction, you headed to the studio on the other side of your yard to begin mixing a song you were producing. A few hours later, Pedro arrived, bringing your favorite coffee in a thermal cup along with a pack of peanut butter M&Ms.

Engrossed in conversation throughout your mixing session, you were captivated by Pedro's curiosity and respect for your work. You knew that for someone not directly involved in music production, watching someone tinker with synthesizers and create sounds could be quite boring.

"You're like some kind of witch with this whole hocus pocus thing," he marveled, seated in front of you.

Walking over to him, clad in a tank top and sweatpants, your inner music nerd emerged as you explained, "It's not that complicated; I just piece things together and tweak transitions. I'm not sure if it's good yet; I'll have Tim take a look tomorrow."

Pedro rose, drawing nearer to you, his hands gently tracing your face. "Sometimes, a simple 'thank you' is enough when receiving a compliment babe," he whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead, leaving you feeling a bit sheepish.

"I'm sorry, thank you," you murmured.

"No need to apologize, mami," he reassured, cupping your face to kiss you tenderly. Chuckling at the new nickname, you kissed him slowly, feeling the desire building as he lifted you onto the wooden part of the mixing table. Craving his touch, you pulled him closer, kissing his neck and sensing his longing for you as well. While trying to position you on the table and removing his shirt, his hands accidentally slipped, nudging some buttons.

"Careful, man! This is some expensive shit," you cautioned between kisses as your hands fumbled.

"Sorry," he responded, stepping back. "Don't be mad at me, but I'd love to fuck you right here on this table, like right now." You felt a surge of conflicting desires—a battle between primal urges and rational thoughts raging in your mind. Drawing nearer to kiss you again, you reciprocated, feeling his intensity.

"I want you to fuck me now," you confessed, beginning to remove your top.

"Leave it," he instructed, laying you back on the table, as your primal instincts won this round. "Let's not rush," he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck, as you moaned softly, feeling him between your legs, yearning to shed your clothes.

In a frenzy, you attempted to reach for his pants, but he firmly grasped your hands and gently guided them back to the table.

"Come on," you pleaded in exasperation between kisses as he began to trail kisses along your collarbone, slipping a hand under your top to caress the softness of your breast. Sitting before him, his warm touch in the air-conditioned room momentarily stole your breath, causing you to gasp silently.

"We have no neighbors now, baby. I want to hear you; I know I haven't seen everything yet," he murmured, locking eyes with you as his hand continued to tease beneath your top. Your attempts to remove it were thwarted once more. "I told you to leave it," he gently reminded you, guiding your hands back to the table, leaving you burning with frustration inside.

"Seriously? This isn't some master and servant kinda shit," you snapped, annoyed.

"You can have your revenge next time," he whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he gently removed his hand from under the top and adjusted it on you, the fabric showing how stimulated you were. "These are your words, not mine." He said it ironically.

Frustrated and conceding defeat, you seethed, "I fuckin hate you," while he chuckled, slipping a hand inside your pants and teasing you slowly. Involuntarily, you parted your legs, moaning softly and closing your eyes as he continued to explore.

"Are you sure of that?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on you. "Cause your body is telling me otherwise... Or are you wet like this all the time?" You could see how he was enjoying his little torture session.

"Stop—ah—stop fucking teasing me," you protested, feeling a mix of pleasure and anger.

"One word is missing, baby. Where are your manners?" His voice dripped with lust as his touch alternated between pleasure and torment.

"Please," you mumbled, trying to resist the urge to give in completely.

"I know you can do it a bit louder; I almost didn't catch that," he taunted, quickening his movements before abruptly stopping, holding your jaw with his other hand. You couldn’t think straight anymore.

"Please... PLEASE… PLEASE DON'T STOP," you cried out of sudden, your hand gripping his arm as you bit your lower lip, urging him to continue. "Please, Pedro—please, baby, don't stop," you pleaded, a mixture of desperation and desire in your voice.

“I didn’t see that coming this fast,” he said, still holding your jaw with one hand, then kissing you as you moaned, grinding on him. Surprised and aroused by your response, he resumed his ministrations, and as the pleasure intensified, you could only whisper, "It feels so good... it feels so good—please," your plea trailing off. "Just like that—please keep going like that, baby," you urged, locking eyes with him as you kept moaning adrift in the moment.

"It's so beautiful to see you swallowing this pride of yours and begging like that," he remarked, cupping your face tenderly. "I'd do anything for you—fuck, you’re so wet—I want to hear you scream for me," he whispered in your ear, his words causing you to melt in his arms.

"You could start by letting me do what I want," you protested, a hint of playfulness in your tone. “What about that?”

"Today there's no negotiation," he laughed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Really?" This time, you drew him closer and whispered, "Not even if I ask you nicely…”Taking his hand from inside your pants and gently sucking his fingers. “Please?”

Once again, he maintained control better than you. "Not today, baby," he reassured, planting kisses along your neck and holding your face tenderly. "Just lay down," he instructed, gently guiding you onto the table and slowly taking your pants off, though you felt a pang of worry as your knee knocked against something. As you settled into a comfortable position, a sudden intrusive thought crossed your mind: There goes a $10,000 synth.

Letting the tought aside, you longed for his touch as he focused on taking you to new heights, his attention focused between your tights. Gripping his hair, you let go of any concerns about the noise of your pleasure filling the room as you were fully immersed in the moment with him. It was just the two of you, lost in pleasure, clearly enjoying the experience.

As you finally screamed his name and struggled to maintain your balance, he crawled closer, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss so you could taste yourself. He was so caught up in his own pleasure in between your legs that he didn't even notice you slipping off your top, the last piece of clothing remaining.

Drawing you closer, he whispered, "You're so perfect," his words a mix of adoration and desire as he gazed upon your exposed body, then kissing it as you tried to hold him closer. You wanted to feel him inside.

"Tell me something I don't know," you chuckled playfully.

"Your humility brings tears to my eyes," he teased, planting kisses on your breasts. Your hands roamed freely over his body, eliciting goosebumps from feeling him as he teased you before giving you what you wanted. Returning to kiss you, the sensation of him finally being inside you was fenomenal. Suddenly, your hand accidentally hit a button, causing a burst of bass sound that startled both of you, leading to shared laughter.

"I'm pretty sure I broke something this time," you fretted, concerned about the unexpected noise.

"Wanna go down?" he suggested, worried, ensuring he kept you close. You nodded in agreement, indicating the armchair where he had been seated.

Taking a seat, he maintained eye contact with you, holding you close. The desire burning in his eyes was a sight to behold as you gently pushed him back and cupped his face, a smile playing on your lips. "I want you inside again," you whispered almost inaudibly, your words filled with longing.

"Babe, please," he murmured in response as you trailed your fingers over his lips, settling on top of him to ensure you could move and fully feel him.

The way he gripped your hips left you with no control over your own movements; he was once again in charge after the brief moment of stillness you both shared. Your hands clung tightly to his back as one of his hands guided your hair gently, not forcefully, exposing your neck as you ground against him, feeling every inch filling you. Even the fact that he was controlling your movements didn’t bother you this time.

You wouldn’t let him know this easily, but he knew what he was doing. You loved to feel how harder he would grip you each time you moaned. His laughter ringing out, asking, "Does it feel good?" at every curse word that escaped your lips. How lovely he kissed your body, muttering “es tan rica” while hitting you firm but slowly. The way he touched you. How In those moments of almost silent, heavy breathing, your eyes locked in a wordless understanding as you both discovered the perfect rhythm.

The pleasure building within brought you to tears as you reached your climax. Right after hearing his voice calling out your name as he held you close tightly in his own moment of release, which felt so warm inside of you, a mix of cries, laughter, and trembling filled the room. Struggling to kiss him back, you felt his heavy breathing and sensed his shaking body as he rested his head against your chest, muttering words you couldn't quite make out.

Seeing his smile, you returned it, both of you trying to catch your breath in the aftermath. He tenderly kissed your chin as you held him close, both of you sweaty despite the air conditioner running. Without a word, you simply gazed into each other's eyes for a while, sharing smiles and kisses.

"If we keep this up, we could compete in Iron Man," you remarked with a chuckle.

"Sure," he agreed, clearly out of breath.

"You should quit smoking, old man," you teased, laughing. He shot you a playful yet judgmental look in response. "Don't give me that look; I’m aware of my glass ceiling," you defended yourself, a playful glint in your eyes.

“You destroyed me,” he laughed while kissing your breast, his beard tickling you and causing you to chuckle.

“Want to take a shower?” You asked shyly.

“Yes, we made a mess.” He adjusted your hair and kissed you, pulling you as close as he could.

“Consider yourself lucky because I’ve never had sex here,” you laughed.

“I’ll help you tidy things up,” he said, trying to be useful, “and we can check if everything is working because if it’s not, I—” You sensed his anxiety.

“Well, it’s nothing I can’t afford,” you said, kissing him. He just gave you a surprised look. “All I want is to have a shower and another round, if you’re up to it,” you teased.

“I think I can handle another one,” he smiled back at you.

"So, what are we waiting for?”

I can't believe that life's so complex

When I just want to sit here and watch you undress

This is love, this is love

That I'm feeling

[creepling]

starving for johnny content💔

could you write anything about how he would be with reader around the family like if he’s protective over them? jealous? anythingggg🫶

I sure can anon :^) I just wrote these as little headcanons for each of the family members. I wrote it more as the families first impressions of a captured reader, but if you want more in-depth dynamics let me know!

tags: gn reader. canon-typical violence. nubbins getting beat up. slut-shaming. protective johnny. hints that johnny has mommy issues (oopsies)

We can say for certain he would be very protective. Especially if he has kept you captive. the slaughters would be itching to get a glance at you. What makes you so special? Why are you not on a meat hook like the rest of them?

Sissy would be the most up-front about it. She was digging at Johnny for answers. “Come on, Johnny, let me just talk to them. I promise I won’t do anything,” she would plead repeatedly. She would bring you up constantly at the dinner table, starting family votes but immediately getting turned down by johnny’s aggression. She would tease Johnny, noticing right away that the only reason he has not kept you is because he has caught feelings. “They’re mighty fine. I can see why you don’t wanna kill ‘em.”

Drayton is suspicious, if not concerned. “Why you got them locked up down there for? Why don’t you just put them out of their misery, huh?” Drayton did not even want to think about what Johnny had in mind with you. he would remind him that if he likes you, then the family will accept you also, that you could be part of the family. But he knows it’s not as easy as that, and you’re probably scared to death. So, he has no choice but to look the other way.

Nubbins keeps quiet about you, but curiosity kills the cat. he thinks that if he doesn’t mention you but sneaks down to see you, he will never get caught. But one day, when he goes down the basement to see you, Johnny is ten steps ahead. And then - well - he beats him up right in front of you. You beg Johnny to stop, but he keeps throwing punches until Nubbins lies on the floor sobbing. “I wasn’t gonna do nuthin. I swear!” nubbins shakes and spits out the blood from his mouth. “bullshit, you fuckin’ rat. You stay away from them, ye hear!”

Bubba is the quietest and catches on early that you are off-limits. But Johnny found him the most easy to convince you’re not meat, so he trusts him around you. So much so it was Bubba’s job to bring you food, but you had no motive to eat (especially if it had meat). Bubba would panic if you didn’t finish your food. “Does your family get mad if you don’t eat?” you ask, getting a panicked nod from him; making you realise he knows from experience. He is the most damaged of the family, and you begin to feel sorry for him.

And Nancy, she has no liking to you whatsoever. She feels that you are distracting her boy from his main motive - to hunt and kill. She cannot kill you. It would only anger Johnny even more. So, slowly, she tries to convince Johnny to get rid of you. “You’ve just not been the same since that darn brat came along,” she spits, “It would be better for all of us if they were gone.” Keeping you captive is the first time Johnny defied his mother, and it riddles him with guilt, but it’s still not enough to kill you. And because of that, Nancy wants her hands wrapped around your throat and wants to see the life leave your eyes. How dare you be a bad influence on her poor, sweet boy? “they’re nothing but a slut, you hear?” she would say, trying to guilt-trip Johnny.

[boydepartment]

Hello jayjay...

I asked about requesting and then disappeared 😅 life got a little 😵‍💫😵‍💫 for a minute

Anyway 👉👈 if you're still up for something angsty could I request riki comforting you after a break up?

Like he thinks you're crying because your ex broke your heart when he dumped you but in reality you dumped your ex because you realized you were in love with riki, your best friend. Your heart is broken because of the impossibility of you and riki being together 💔

Like imagine riki being so sweet and taking care of you getting you your favorite snacks and letting you cry on his shoulder and him trying to distract you and make you smile with his silly antics and all the while he thinks he's making you feel better when in reality he's just reminding you why you love him so much which just adds salt to the wound because you know you'll never be able to claim anything more than friendship with him 🥲🥲🥲🥲

▪︎ 🧈bttr🧈 ▪︎

a/n: IM SORRY THIS TOOK A BIT! i got food poisoning LMAO and i had to do my lab

come up with lies - nishimura riki x gn! reader

MASTERLIST

wc- 350?? 500?? i am not sure

warnings- ANGST

you found yourself at your best friends door after you had dumped your boyfriend…

the breakup did not go smoothly in the slightest, your ex knew exactly why you were dumping him which led to your ex becoming aggressive.

you can still remember your his words clearly, “it’s because of him huh? everyone told me not to date you because of riki. but i decided to give you the benefit of the doubt. now look at me.”

you took a deep breath and knocked at his door, almost immediately riki swung open the door, he was expecting you as you texted him that you and your boyfriend broke up. he pulled you in a hug and you couldn’t help but start crying.

the sight of riki was making you cry, your heart hurt more seeing him than when you were breaking up with your boyfriend. the grip on your best friend’s jacket strengthened. riki patted your head and tried to calm you down. eventually you both pulled away from eachother and he led you to his room.

you sat down and rubbed your eyes, he knelt in front of you. his eyes looking into yours intently. which never failed to give you butterflies.

“you wanna talk about it?”

you looked at him, part of you hated him, but that was just your brain projecting. you hated yourself because you were in love with him.

“i cant right now…” your lips curved into a frown and you looked away from him. you couldn’t even talk about it with him.

for a long time you wanted to tell him how you feel, however, there was no signs he liked you back. hell, even if he did, he couldn’t date you. or give you the relationship you wanted with him.

nishimura riki worked his entire life for his career, you’d be selfish to let him risk it for you.

“here.” he stood up and walked to another part of his room, riki started digging through his closet. he spent a good couple minutes digging and humming. your heart hurt watching him.

it was crushed when he threw one of his hoodies at you. you caught it and he turned around smiling at you.

“you love my hoodies! you can have that one okay?”

your response to this was to immediately start crying again. riki’s face fell again.

“y/n if it smells that bad you could’ve told me!” he tried to joke but you just kept crying, letting the hoodie fall beside you on his bed.

riki watched you as you kept weeping. he sighs, hating seeing you this hurt over your ex… what could possibly make you feel better?

oh! he knew!

you watched as he walked out of his room, you eyed his hoodie to the side of you. you shouldn’t put it on, you shouldn’t give in to hurting yourself more. but you loved him. you think you’d always be in love with your best friend. you took a deep breath and put it on.

when he walked back in he had a bowl of ice cream with a ton of candy sprinkled on.

“i wasn’t sure what you wanted on your ice cream so-“

when you saw how hard he was trying for you, your eyes started tearing up again. riki saw this and blinked a couple times.

what on earth was he doing wrong?

the truth was, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. riki couldn’t help he was an idol, and you couldn’t help that you were in love with him.

he sighed before pulling you in a hug again. you leaned into him and continued to weep. you were letting your heart break more as you gave into his affection.

“please talk to me about what happened with your ex eventually… i know you loved him a lot and it hurts… i’m so sorry… i wish i could make it all go away…”

every bone in your body wanted you to yell that you weren’t in love with your ex and that you loved riki himself more than anything.

but you didn’t

all you did was softly mutter an “okay..”

you’d figure out a lie to tell riki later, right now you just wanted to cry into him while he held you oblivious to the real reason why you were so distressed.

[funeralpartyclown]

Opinions on a bottom dale? How do think he'd feel if he saw his fem partner putting on a str4p on for him? If he saw his male partner was hung like a horse? If he was the "star" at a g4ng b4ng? We need more of kobble being a bottom, all that whimpering can't go to waste.

Going to gnaw my limbs off I need him so bad. Sorry this took me 8 million years to answer anon I kept opening it and then getting distracted and forgetting about it 💔

People who are disgusted I want Dale would have a heart attack and die if they saw any of the other characters I want. “Rock bottom” babygirl he is the tip of the iceberg

For some reason, everyone that writes about him has just unanimously agreed he’d be into butt stuff, and it’s hilarious to me. I have not seen a single person be like “maybe he’d be open to it” no, always just “yeah look at him that bitch takes it up the ass”

The sheer length of the whimpering comps people have made of him even though he had like 5 minutes of screen time because all of that was spent whining and mouth breathing.

There is NOTHING on earth more attractive though and I think (in any way but especially so if he was bottoming) he would be very vocal. And knowing you’re the reason he’s so overwhelmed all he can do is pathetically whine and squirm..

He already has a hard time breathing regularly he’d be gasping and panting so hard. He also seems to me like the type to be obnoxiously noisy in every way. And like I said in one of my other posts… he’s gross I bet he makes super weird faces and awkward loud noises.

I saw someone earlier say the end of fire fire fire hiss where he’s going “HAHH HAHH HAHH,,” (I love you you’re so right) is what he’d sound like cumming. Loud and annoying but it’s still hot because it’s him.

There is something so amusing about it. Just thought of him bottoming at all, huge man very capable of hurting you with like 50 murder victims. Much larger and or older than most of you. Begging with tears streaming down his face for permission to cum.

God I have probably wasted several hours of my life by now just talking about his dick both here and on ao3.

I haven’t written about it because this is all fictional and for fun and sillies. so why not make it a little unrealistic? But he’d probably have trouble getting it up / finishing. Maybe it would be easier for him with a little extra stimulation?

Treating him softly, rolling your hips into him from behind burying the strap fully. Hands on his hips, praising him and listening to him whine and cry every time you do.

And it would be SO fun to torment him. Overstim, edging.. seeing how far you can push him before he breaks? Watch him unravel more and more till he can’t even finish a full sentence and he’s just writhing and drooling with tears in his eyes.

[m4g3114n1c]

Desperate Measures

hi michael afton x reader fem! smut idk bro

i wrote this in my notes so i didnt read it over LMAO crossposted on ao3 im m11kyw4y!!

tags (ripped straight out of ao3): Shameless Smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, just a little bit, Creampie, Begging, Submissive Michael Afton, Backshots, Hand Jobs, Switch Reader, Switch Michael Afton, Vaginal Fingering, Closet Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Co-workers, Semi-Public Sex, lol i want him so bad, Mutual Pining, poc friendly, no blue eyes white paper skin shit here yall idgaf, POV Second Person, No Y/N mentioned

word count: 3 339 !!

"my dad passed away 14 yrs ago...this her day🙏🙏" "WHO WANT BACKSH💔TS????" #michaelcore somebody get the reference pls

Sometimes desperation is a positive thing. Going to desperate measures for pleasure is a positive thing. Getting fired would be the exact opposite of said desperate measure. Michael couldn’t help himself, and when you found him like that, you couldn’t help yourself.

Michael ducked his head down slightly at the doorframe, leading you. His much more taller frame had completely enveloped you and the cramped space of the closet. The once warm closet had become unbearably hot and damp.

Every step, every hitch of breath and every shuffle of clothes against another was heard within the four walls of it. His head lowered to be the same level as you was all he needed, the moment that door shut was when he couldn’t get his mind off you, or his hands either.

His hand was cupped on your cheek, the other wrapped around the nape of your neck to be able to tug you in closer into the kiss. His somewhat chapped lips melded against your soft ones just at the right angle was just what he and you needed at work today.

His tongue had already begun exploring since near the beginning of the kiss. The taste of the tart bubblegum he had once chewed dissipated along with the chill of your gum when your mouths met.

You tugged on the collar of his already crinkled purple button up, the feeling of his muffled groan reverberating throughout your body. Michael pulled away with a soft smack, his hand never leaving your cheek. He breathed deeply, inhaling the faint scent of your perfume you had sprayed all over.

Michael was enamoured with the way your button up had been buttoned down enough by him to reveal your collarbones. His hooded irises of sapphire flitted nervously all over your face, taking in how beautiful you looked under the dim light of a weak bulb.

You had leaned in only a couple of inches to be met with his neck. Pressing a light kiss onto his Adam’s apple, you had began to pepper kisses onto his neck, then up his jawline. Michael repressed a soft whine, which in turn had caused him to sigh instead.

The whine he had tried his best to hide still came through with his sigh; it still sounded as desperate. Michael knew you were enjoying having this much control over him but you also knew he was impatient as hell when it came to a quickie. But then, being at work meant a whole other thing of quickies; being careful.

Michael’s eyes squeezed shut tightly at the feeling of you already pressing hard against him with your hand. His jaw tightened at the sudden intrusion of pleasure. You palmed at his growing erection through the pain and pleasure of the friction of his jeans.

It felt completely different having himself do this than you doing it. He pushed his hips against your hand, wanting any kind of movement right now. With that knowledge, you pushed on, pressing your lips to his already kiss bruised lips once again to distract him from how sloppy you were unbuckling his belt.

It wasn’t enough to distract him, because once he noticed, his large hands had nudged yours away, quickly unbuckling his own belt but still keeping it looped through his jeans with the desperation of wanting this to go faster.

He kept his lips tightly pressed onto yours, now unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them fully. The anticipation was killing him, he had to do this quickly. As fast as he undo his pants, you were as quick when your hand snaked its way down below into his boxers.

Michael let out a quiet moan at the immediate contact with your warm hand. You fisted him out of the confines of his boxers, just to remind him how slutty he looked right now. The tip shone wetly, pre cum already collecting.

He was more long than he was girthy, although it seemed perfect enough for you think about how much he’s going to be able to reach when he’s deep in you. Your eyes couldn’t help but keep at his cock, it being so close to you, it was quite impossible to.

You subtly licked your lips at the sight, but even that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

Quickly, you smeared it on your palm to lubricate it, then had started from the base of his cock to his tip. Your actions repeated, much antagonizingly slow than he would’ve liked. Michael’s arm came over his mouth to try and mute the absolute filthy sounds that was coming out of his mouth.

Every now and then you’d graze the sensitive head with your thumb to collect the pre-cum continuing to leak out. He was so turned on right now; it was embarrassing in a way. It didn’t help how loud the slick noises were coming from your hand and his cock.

With how good it felt for him, the buildup was only beginning slow as the familiar dim feeling in his abdomen. It was perfectly timed with the way you finally began to speed up your hand, he removed his arm, a strangled moan ripping its way out of his throat to present to you what he wanted.

“Faster,” He sighed, his eyelashes fluttering when he had closed his eyes for a quick second. His voice sounded completely different from what you heard on a daily basis at work, this wasn’t the same chill and professional person you were working with. His voice had sounded so whiny, you swore it sounded pornographic.

The look he had given you after almost made you want to ride him right away, no hesitation; you decided to fight away the voices in your head telling you to. “Please,” He whispered for good measure and with the way he was looking at you, he meant it.

“Okay,” You said drily, even though you had held back the urge to fuck him. Michael’s breaths grew shorter, feeling your strokes pace quicken almost aggressively. Leaning in more, your lips grazed against the shell of his ear.

“Is this okay?” You whispered, voice sensual enough for Michael’s mouth to begin rambling. And by rambling, it was horny rambling. “Yes, please, god, I need it, fuck—it feels so good,” He gasped out.

His abdomen twitched and you swore if he was about to cum right now, he was goddamn crazy. So you pulled your hand off him. “No, fuck, please don’t—“ His chest heaved, a plethora of curses leaving his mouth after he just let out another pornographic whine.

“Please don’t do that,”

Michael’s cold hand grabbed your wrist that had pulled off him, with a grip tighter than a vise he had tugged you closer, so close you could feel his warm breath fan out your face. You were so close you could see his damp eyelashes and the tears brimming his waterline. “I’m—please. I need it.” He said, emphasizing his please. You smiled at how needy he was.

“I’m sorry Michael,” You lean in to quickly peck him on the lips.

As you began again, his hips experimentally pushed up into your fist while you moved. He saw that you didn’t seem to mind so he did again. Then again. He continued to buck up into your own hand, head tossed back while he breathed out repeatedly what seemed to be your name and something else that was incomprehensible but sounded needy enough. His brain felt fogged with pleasure that it felt wrong to think of anything else. He couldn’t think of anything else anyway.

“You look like a loser, wow.” You mumbled, feeling his cock twitch in your hand at how rude you sounded. He swallowed, hesitant at first. “You wont be saying when I have you against the wall,” He managed to say. It sounded like a challenge that you’ve been waiting for.

The thoughts in your head were screaming now, with the added ache in your core that could only be sated by one person. Michael was crazily good at being both a whiny bitch and a freak.

“Do it then,”

And like that, the tables were turned with you completely having him wrapped around your finger as he took this as permission to do whatever he wanted. You let go off his cock, feeling his hand sliding up your inner thigh.

He kept his eyes on you to make sure he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He kept his face as expressionless, all while immediately going to press his thumb onto your clothed clit to make you squirm.

It had your desperate hole squeezing around nothing as you waited for him to actually begin. With how long you two were taking, it surprised you with how nobody was noticing you two were gone. Although being on break, this was taking longer than you expected.

Michael couldn’t wait either. He needed it, just as much as you needed him.

He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he had wanted this ever since you stepped into his life as his co-worker. You thought the same.

Unexpectedly, he brought his two fingers up to your mouth, eyes glaring. “Open,” He commanded firmly to which you listened to, opening your mouth wide enough for him to slip his fingers in.

You closed your lips on him, sucking and evenly coating his fingers with just the right amount of saliva. Humming, your eyes glanced up at Michael who felt himself grow even more turned on before if that was even possible. He withdrew his fingers with a pop, watching the trail of saliva that sloppily ran down your chin, your throat then into the crevice in between your breasts.

Michael’s eyes were devastating, they never failed to hungrily take you in, break you down to your very fiber. It was addicting to be so dependant on how he looked at you.

His hand again lowered down to your soaked underwear, pushing aside the lacy fabric to reveal your fluttering core. With how Michael stared ahead into your eyes, he knew just how wet you were already.

Slowly, he slipped the first finger in with ease even though he could’ve just began with two. His hands were big, but his lengthy fingers were huge. Although it was something, it wasn’t enough to please you immediately. With your cunt dampening his palm, he scoffed under his breath. “You’re just asking me for it without even talking,” His eyes wildly scanned your face, expression now amused as the second finger entered you. With how huge his fingers were, two fingers were enough. He idly pumped his fingers in slowly, enjoying listening to the noises of your cunt squelching and squeezing desperately around his fingers as if asking for more. He knew you were.

“Shit,” You choked a moan out, his fingers curling to press his fingertips against your g-spot.

Michael then pulled his fingers back out, quickly cleaning them off, tasting you. “Respond when I talk to you,” He firmly said before attaching his lips to yours again. You reciprocated the kiss, moaning when you had tried to part to breathe only for Michael to pull you back into it immediately again. There was nothing else coming in between just how Michael’s kisses were fervent; your mind clouding with lust and only pleasure.

He finally pulled away, leading you to the far end of the small closet where it wasn’t near the door. The next words that came out of his mouth were what set the dim flame inside you ablaze. It was as if his words were gasoline. Michael’s voice had a low rasp in them that you’d only heard once in your life before when he was impatient.

“Turn around,”

Playing with your bottom lip, this was what you were finally asking for. What you needed.

With no hesitation, you were turned around to face the wall, feeling his hand on your hip; the warmth of his hand seeped through the fabric of your skirt onto your bare skin.

“Hands on the wall,”

The cold air nipped at your bare thighs as you bent over, feeling Michael’s eyes already on them. He hooked his fingers on both sides of your panties, pulling them down and you helped get them fully off. He pocketed them for now.

Anticipation grew when he had scrunched up your skirt, displaying your bare cunt to him.

He stepped an inch closer, levelling himself to be at a perfect height with you. As he swayed a bit, the tip of his cock grazed your entrance, a gasp emitted out of you.

“Condom?” He nervously asked, as he doesn’t really keep some on him while at work. It’d be a disaster and also embarrassing if he dropped it or something. Although for you, you had come always prepared just in case but not in condoms.

“On the pill, it’s fine,” You breathed out, glad you were because you would be able to feel him raw inside you. Unanimous moans and whines escaped both of you when Michael finally decided to ease his way in, although he didn’t need to with his wet you were already. It felt so much more better feeling your plush walls hugging around him. And with this, you swore you could feel every single vein he had and how he twitched.

He cursed under his breath, inching his way more in to finally bottom out inside you. He deliciously stretched you out just perfectly, but he had waited a few seconds just in case you still needed to adjust. Your breaths filed the entire room. “You okay?” He asked, voice soft.

“Yeah, you can move,” You reassured. Michael pulled out fully, before plunging himself into you. A curse was drawn out of you, clinging to the wall for any sense of sanity for what you were currently doing. At work.

You seemed to keep forgetting that.

His tip just kissed your cervix every single time he moved. His quick strokes were enough to leave you winded. He had then created his own pace, which was absolutely ruthless.

The rhythmic sound of skin against skin filled the broom closet, and his belt buckle clinking. The smell of sex had also began to quickly make you lost in your cloud of a proper mindset. There was nothing else you could possibly think about but him.

The way his cock was curved just the right way made it for him to slam himself into your g-spot as he wanted. Tears dampened your mascara covered lashes, messing up your makeup real bad.

You tried your best to not drool with how much you were making noises. Even Michael seemed to be lost in this, his eyes unfocused as his body spoke for himself.

“Fuck, yes,” He mumbled, swallowing. “God, you have no idea what you fucking do to me,” He leaned in close to your ear, feeling how hard you were clenching around him. But that only made him quicken his pace. Michael spoke like his life depended on it, and you loved how talkative he was.

The familiar buildup you knew began, the string slowly becoming taut in your stomach. Michael’s hand sneaked around to massage circles into your sensitive nub which sped up the process. His other hand stayed on your hip, pushing you more against the wall. “Michael, yes,” You gasped out. “Please—fuck, deeper,”

Your legs were ready to collapse with how hard he was going. The tip of his cock grinded deeply into your g-spot, whilst rubbing his thumb against your engorged clit. The string wound itself tighter, the feeling of release finally just at your fingertips. “Michael, I’m going to cum—yes,” You groaned under your breath, feeling him move much more faster than last time in your favour.

“Shit—you’re tight,” He gripped your hip with his free hand. It felt like he was going to bruise them with how hard he was depending on them.

“I’m not going to last, please,” He swallowed hard, breaths short as he stared at the ceiling for a second.

There he went again. It felt like he was blurring the lines in between himself being the one in control and you being in control. “Please make me cum, please,“ His speed gradually increased, losing control of his own body due to the desire to release all of his pent up sexual frustration onto you. His begging only made you grow closer to cumming.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” You rambled, up until you felt the band pulled taut enough to break. The quick flash of pleasure and the release washed over you. A moan was ripped out your throat, ricocheting off the wall in front of you back to Michael.

Michael knew you had already cum with how much your cunt had unevenly fluttered around his still hard cock. Overstimulated, was what you felt when he had continued. But you knew he wasn’t going to last longer with how much his hips stuttered against you.

He rasped your name out, throat raw from making so much noise. You swore both of you didn’t even care about other people hearing you at this point.

“After this, you’re mine, right?” His mind managed to coherently say. He had to know if this was going to be more than just a mistake between two colleagues.

He liked you. A lot. Probably a lot more than you thought, but he did. He wanted to be more than just your co-worker friend.

“Please,”

“Yes,”

This wasn’t the lust talking, this was you. The colleague he works with. And the person who has a crush on him. You were the person whose heart stopped every single time he interacted or even looked in your direction.

“Yes, I’m yours,”

I’m yours.

His.

You were his. That was what was running, echoing, throughout his mind. He was relieved with that answer.

God, he was obsessed with you.

And you didn’t even know it. You thought it was one sided, until now.

“Fuck, yeah?”

With one last thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could into you, ribbons of hot cum spilling inside you. As fast as he came, he didn’t want to make it uncomfortable by staying like this so he pulled out. His eyes couldn’t leave the way your cunt had begin to ooze out his cum.

And then he realized that was going to make a mess, so he looked around in the closet, finding a tissue box. He began to clean up both of your mess, to which you gladly appreciated. Michael’s hands decided to let go of your hips, and you almost stumbled straight to the ground. He quickly caught you though, with a laugh. His usual awkward laugh that you associated with Michael.

“Shit, sorry,” He mumbled, quickly becoming sheepish once again. “Nah, it’s okay,” You held onto his shoulder, watching how flushed his freckled face was still. He flashed a smile, helping you up properly before realizing that you possibly couldn’t go anywhere without something underneath your skirt. He fished your underwear out of his pocket, giving it to you.

You laughed shortly before putting it back on again.

This was way too fun that you both immediately came to your senses at how long you’ve been away. People must’ve been wondering.

Michael cracked open the door, looking around to see nobody in this hallway. Thankfully.

You both sighed out of relief that nobody had known what you two were doing. It would be suspicious to get out of the closet at the same time though, so you knew it was time to part. “I’ll see you around, Michael,” You leaned up to kiss him on the lips quickly before sneaking out of the closet.

“Yeah, I’ll see you,” He whispered, seeing as though you were already far enough to not hear him.

“You should be glad I guarded the goddamn closet,” A familiar voice butted into his train of thought.

Jeremy.

“Wait, what?”

[garf-lover96]

Hello dear friend

Long time to ask about Rowan lore

do you have any lore or headcanon about Rowan during the plague and their time as an apprentice at the clinic?

(i persists)

i'm so sorry i don't know how it happened that i kept forgetting to answer this one. i need to lock in immediately. AND YOU MUST BE TELEPATHIC OR SOMETHING BECAUSE I LITERALLY ADDED A FIC IDEA LIKE THIS TO MY LIST A DAY BEFORE YOU SENT THIS ASK. this is insane. anyway.

so the moment Asra left Vesuvia, Rowan was just honestly desperate for a distraction and that's when he started looking into getting an apprenticeship somewhere. he obviously wanted to help with the plague from the start but the argument just motivated him to do it as soon as possible... the distraction didn't work out anyway, he was very stressed out until he died💔

also the biggest thing that happened during his time there was impulsively chopping his hair off after one too many instances of it getting dirty with blood.. pretty big deal when you take into account that his memories are very important to him in general (hair holding memories thing (also i had a six of cups post about it)) and the fact that he actually loses them all after coming back to life (he just really hates haircuts now)

also also i don't recall any info considering animals being vulnerable to the plague?? but Rowan was paranoid about it anyway so Bluebell was basically on house arrest the whole time. she begrudgingly accepted it... she didn't want to give him even more reasons to worry

[hellonerf]

ameame is so unlucky in my mind. she would be on a hike and would step on a big rock. she'd then fall back and tumble for like half a mile. and then she'd hit her head a million times and die because she fell on a log and a branch pierced her stomach.

she's the type to get into terrible situations and die because of it. she'd trip and be like kyaaa then fall into an active volcano somehow. her being like "kyaaa" is very important for this Btw.

she'd be like "omg cana!!!" across the street and then go forward and she'd almost get hit by a car and then she'd twist her ankle and fall into a manhole.

so many stupid scenarios not enough lives😞💔

its ok though in my mind she dies infinitely.

(note: while typing the first word i got distracted. i went back to typing and restarted because i forgot i already wrote the first word. this lead to ameame. i kept it because it was cute)

HAHAHA i really love the image of ame waving at cana across a street, maybe they're about to hang out after a while of not hanging out, and a car slams right into her. this is some kind of karma... this is sooo cute anon i wanted to draw for it but i got distracted all day and had no energy, so (>_<).

i think ame is usually lucky actually(how else would you explain her stride... her fucking permanent shit eating grin...) but i think ame also deserves such random unluckiness at times. and also it's really entertaining for me the thought of it. 😊 perhaps not lucky, but she can be resourceful and pull through from these unlucky situations.(in this way she's like nagito komaeda. well no not really) like how in a stranded island... seagull takes her hot dog kind of shit. imagining her queasy after a whole day of horrible luck... sweating and annoyed as hell... not even trying to seem unbothered... so thrilling. ame gets food poisoning. ❤️ i like the thought of unlucky mundane deaths too. i've already described most of my ame suicide shit, but it's funny to think this. i've read like a fic or two where ame fucks up piloting in war. but besides that... the thought of her accidentally dying from like, someone dropping something from a window... what are the differences between a coma and death for these guys anyways? pain actually. it's okay! ame is resilient!