#i wish more people would watch this show or that I could find people who do đ
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This Pain Is Temporary
Anna x Fem!Reader
He's Just Not That Into You AU
Summary: I was watching this movie and had a lot of what if questions. What if the main cast actually all communicated with each other? What if Anna actually had some character development? What if Reader was a variation of a female Conor Barry who got a clue? And how would these differences lead to Anna genuinely falling in love with Reader.
warnings: very slowburn, angst, worse before better, eventual fluff.
You feel used. This person that you loveâŚloved?? You arenât really sure anymore of your feelings toward Anna. It was never simple with her. And truthfully, you wish you could go back to your blissful ignorance.
 You had been so thrilled when she told you she was finally ready to take the next step with you. A real relationship with the girl of your dreams. Having your heartfelt love confession be returned and then making love for hours was more than you ever could have hoped for.Â
You now knew it was all a lie. And that Anna was a very skilled actor. In your excitement you had raced home the next morning to tell your best buddy Alex and his new girlfriend GiGi the news. After showing them a picture of Anna and you. The night of bliss quickly turned sour; GiGi hesitantly told you that Anna was the same woman that had a very recent affair with her best friend's husband. And everything the past few months had started to make sense. How Anna would constantly ignore your calls but somehow always be available when she needed her emotional needs met. And finding out that the only reason she wanted a relationship with you was because the man of her dreams wouldnât leave his wife was heartbreaking. How could you be so stupid? And how could you be so blind to the type of person Anna really was.
You felt a hand squeezing your knee bringing you back to the world around you. You see GiGiâs hand retreating and her eyes filled with sorrow. You muster up a strained smile.
âWell, at least I had my dream girl for a moment even if it wasnât real. Looking back, I kinda see now that she treated me like shit but I was so lost in her. I canât believe I was so blind to her selfishness. And now thisâŚI donât think I ever really knew her at all,â you say somberly. Â
Alex let out a deep sigh, âDude I donât really know what to say. She did really shitty things but maybe she's not a shitty person. The moments you had together werenât all fake. The parts of herself she showed you are probably real. And you can love those parts and still be hurt that she lied about her feelings for you.â
You give a weak chuckle, âYouâre right..but I donât know how to deal with this. I do still love her even if she used me. I see it so clearly now. Iâm the back up plan. The person she really wanted hurt her so she chose the safe option.â
Gigi looked at you, her eyes filling with sorrow, âSometimes people donât know what they have until it's gone. She is making awful decisions and itâs hurting everyone around her. Deal with this by loving yourself first. I know it's hard but she doesnât appreciate you. And only wants you when she has no one else.â
That was hard to hear but Gigi was right. You need to take care of yourself. For months you have been putting all of your energy into Anna. Being there for her emotionally, picking up her dry cleaning, giving her rides, and loving her to the best of your ability. All to realize that she never really cared about you, not even as a friend. A friend wouldnât play with your feelings like this. Â
You continue to chat with your friends for a little while longer. Eventually you grow too sad and too tired to keep up the conversation. You excuse yourself for the night and head up to your bedroom. Not in the mood to do your night time routine you just chuck off your clothes, put your cellphone on your night stand and cuddle under the covers.Â
Your mind keeps turning in circles as you lay there. The happiness you had felt earlier today has turned into a deep sadness. And for the first time since Gigi told you about Anna you allow yourself to cry. As silent tears move down the contours of your face you burrow into your pillow; just praying to yourself that you can fall asleep. Anything to stop the pain.Â
You briefly wonder if Gigiâs friend Janine is in the same state you are right now. You know more than likely she is worse off than you. Janine's entire life is in shambles. Her husband is awful no doubt about it but you just canât wrap your head around Anna getting involved with a married man. Nothing makes sense anymore but maybe you never had a clue to begin with.
#Scarlett johansson x reader#natasha romanoff#scarlett johansson#natasha romanoff x reader#he's just not that into you
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I love ADOW, season three being my favorite because I really enjoyed how they handled Matthew's and Diana's relationship, specifically adding more moments that weren't weighed down by the plot of them being together even when the world was trying to pull them apart. But I am forever thankful for season three giving me that scene of pregnant Diana eating snacks beside Matthew while he was just laid across the bed, resting his chin on his arms. Like it was so cute.
#a discovery of witches#adow#adowtv#diana bishop#matthew de clermont#like s3 added more scenes of matthew being chill and even funny sometimes i really liked that#bc he was not my fave character in s1 & 2 and left me saying--dude chill pls---most of the time#but s3 he mellowed out more and thankfully so#i wish more people would watch this show or that I could find people who do đ
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i love you geneaology i love you family histories i love you cultural roots i love you homelands of ancestors i never met but are my family just the same
#watching the episode of who do you think you are with david tennant and i'm experiencing the experience through the experience of the other#god this show seems so cool so far. very cool to find this episode where he gets to investigate people who could easily have been the#neighbors of my own family#shut up emrys#highposts#wish i could do this i would love to know more about my family back in scotland and ireland and poland and the azores
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lets continue our talk about situationship!Simon, where this bitch grovels for monthssss
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situationship!simon starts sending you text messages. before you could expect something like "you up?" or "come to my office.", but after you broke things off with him, simon started sending you heartfelt text messages, apologizing for his past behavior. âiâve been thinking a lot about what happened between us,â he texted one night. âi realize now how much i hurt you, and iâm truly sorry, love. i understand if you need space, but i wanted you to know how much i regret everything.â
along with his messages, simon started sending you small but meaningful gifts. he remembered how youâd joked about his tea obsession once and that youâd mentioned you only liked chamomile. to your surprise, he found the best brand of chamomile tea and even packed it in a nice box before delivering it to your room.
he even started to open up more. during a late-night phone call, where you could clearly hear that he was drunk, simon said that he started seeing a therapist. âiâm workin on understandin my issues and changin for the better. i want to be better, not just for you love, but for myself. i hope you can see that iâm tryin to change.â
when you asked him to stop calling you love, he refused. âi canât help it. youâre mine in a way no one else could be, and i donât want to pretend otherwise.â
as simon keeps showing up with gifts and heartfelt messages, you canât help but wonder if heâs being real or if heâs just trying to win you back before breaking your heart again.
you still go on dates with other people, and simon is tormented every time he sees you leaving the base in those pretty dressesâdresses he wishes were just for him. he follows you, quietly lurking in the corners of the restaurants or bars where youâre out with your dates. oddly enough, most of the guys you go out with either get transferred to another base or stop calling you after just one date, and youâre doing your best not to blame simon for it. but you know it's him. and he is not sorry at all.
almost every day, simon texts you, asking you out on dates and planning special things for the who of you. all you have to do is say yes, but each time, you refuse. it breaks his heart every time, but it also makes him more determined to try even harder. he knows he deserves this treatment from you.
back when you and simon used to train together on base, it was a special routine you both enjoyed. now, youâve started asking other guys to help you with exercises, and it drives him wild with jealousy. watching their hands on you makes him see red. after your training sessions with them, simon invites these guys to spar with him. it quickly becomes clear that heâs using these sparring matches as a chance to take out his frustration and anger, landing a few extra hits just to make his point.
despite everything, you still wonât budge, and itâs only making simon more frustrated. the truth is, itâs becoming harder and harder for you to resist him. his persistence is wearing you down, and the more he pushes, the more you find yourself struggling to stay strong.
simon invites you to one of his therapy sessions, saying his therapist thinks it would be helpful for him and his progress. during the session, he opens up about his struggles and insecurities, laying everything bare. as he talks, you start to feel sympathy for him. itâs clear heâs determined to change and work on himself, and you see how genuine his efforts are.
one night, you were preparing tea in the kitchen when a girl you know from the base asked for simonâs number. she mentioned she was interested in him, which made you jealous. you snapped at her, making it clear that he would never be interested in a girl like her. simon overheard the whole thing and couldnât help but smirk to himself. it was clear you still had feelings for him, and he took a bit of satisfaction in that.
later that night he sent one simple message to you: "that's my girl. i belong to you, and you only."
after that message, simon stepped up his game. he started sending you lots of sweet texts and little gifts, and even took care of some of your paperwork. it was hard to ignore how much he was trying, and you found it tougher to resist him as he kept showing you how much he cared.
a few months after managing to ignore simon as best as you could, you caught a nasty cold and were stuck in your room. you only texted price to let him know you needed a few days off because you were sick, and got back in your bed trying to sleep that cold off. a few hours later, as you were still trying to fall asleep, you heard your door open. simon walked in, carrying a bunch of bags, a worried look on his face.
âi came as soon as I could,â simon said, worry in his voice. âi brought you soup and medicine.â
simon didnât leave your side for days. he only went back to his room to grab more clothes and shower. he was insistent on helping you with everything, even assisting you with your showers in the most respectful way possible of course. heâd sit in a chair next to your bed, and you felt a pang of guilt seeing how much he was giving up for you. you even tried to convince him to go get some rest, but despite your protests, he somehow ended up in your bed, gently spooning you as you slept.
simon would whisper sweet things in your hair, thinking you were asleep. you heard every word as he softly talked about how much he missed you, how sorry he was for everything, and how he wanted to make things right. even though you were sick and exhausted, his words touched you deeply.
once you were feeling better, you found simon sitting alone in a common room, lost in thought. you approached him quietly and gently kissed the side of his face. with a soft smile, you whispered, âtake me on that date you promised.â
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@daydreamerwoah
#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x female oc#simon riley imagine#simon ghost x you
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let's collab | (m)
â° summary : you've always vied for the top spot on onlyfans but "hluvsbabes" makes it tough with his undeniable charm and looks. when you unexpectedly meet him you realize he's even more captivating up close. despite the competition, you find yourself unable to turn down his one request.
â° pairing : camboy!heeseung x camgirl!y/n
â° genre : smut!! masturbation, vibrators lol, dirty talk, oral, throat fucking, unprotected sex, degrading, praise, sir kink, spanking, brief spitting and hair pulling lol.
â° word count : 10k (8k of it is just pure, filthy smut) !!!
â° taglist : @criminalyun @princeseung @seokseokjinkim @loveydoveyhee @immelissaaa @iselltulips @strxwbloody @ensaz008 @loavibeycipoosan @liwugy @starfallia @you-make-skz-stay @ineedsomezzz @heeshlove @niniissus @mirramirra @skzenhalove @fandom-freak-geek @lilifiedeans @woahhhhaw @cchangli @enhabooks @heelovesmeknot @fakeuwus @soobinsnovia101 @river-demon-slayer @jjklvr9 @hanjisunginc @iamliacamila @jaylaxies
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you started âdarlingdove01â when you needed some extra cash in your second year of college. at first you didnât show your face at all and you were nervous that someone you knew was going to find out. godforbid your parents found out about your sex work.Â
over time, you started to get more comfortable in front of the camera and started to show your face. though you never said your real name. you had started to get a close following and were at the top of the creators of the week every week. the way it worked was that the longer you were number one, the more increase of pay you got. though, you had never been number 1 for more than one week at a time.Â
all thanks to hluvsbabes.Â
it seemed that every week you and hluvsbabes would alternate who was number one. no matter what new things you tried to increase your audience and views, the next week you were back at number two.Â
the day that you were fed up with always being put back to second was the day that you would very soon regret.Â
you were lazily scrolling through the app when you noticed hluvsbabes had just started streaming, so, you clicked onto the livestream.Â
and there he was. hluvsbabes shirtless with his hard cock pulled out of his pants and sitting in between his fist. his pale skin gleamed against his computer screen light, showing off his abs. he had a black mask covering the lower part of his face. his bangs fell into his squinted eyes as he casually pumped his cock up and down in his fist.Â
you couldnât stop your jaw from going slack as you took in the sight before you. you could tell his mouth was in a playful smirk as he watched the comments fly. suddenly a tip of 20$ flew in the corner of the screen : âtake ur pants off plsâ.Â
you could hear his dark chuckle through your speakers, âmmm, only because you said please.âÂ
you watched him do as the viewer asks. he dug his thumbs into his pants and boxers and pulled them down to reveal his pale legs that matched the rest of his body.Â
he seemed so confident and casual as he sat in his chair fully nude, as if 8,000 people werenât watching him right now.Â
âis that better for you?â his voice asked with a tone of amusement. you watched him laugh as all the comments immediately filled with variations of âyesâ. âwhat else do you want me to do? tell me.â the comments were instantly filled with nasty things that you have to admit you also wanted him to do.Â
you had figured hluvsbabes was hot since he was always top one or two, but you didnât think he would look like this. and that his voice would be so seductive.Â
âi wonât be taking off my mask, guys.â hluvsbabes shakes his head with a chuckle, heâs just so amused with his fans. along with his fans you also wished he took off his mask. you would love to see the mouth that formed such seductive words.Â
suddenly, a tip came up in the corner of the screen of 100$, âstart jerking ur cock, babyâ. your jaw dropped at the amount of the tip. you had only ever received 100$ worth a few times in the past two years. hluvsbabes didnât even seem that shocked by the amount as he did as he was told.Â
his hand started to move faster up and down his hard cock. the tip of his cock looked so red and swollen in the light of his computer screen.Â
âwill you spit on it for me, baby?â hluvsbabes whines out and you instantly shut your legs together.Â
the comments are gradually picking up pace, commenting demands and praises, asking questions for him to answer. you can hear his deep grunts through your speakers as he keeps his bang covered eyes on the comments.Â
a 15$ tip pops up in the corner again; âtell me iâm ur good girl plsâ.Â
hluvsbabes amusingly shakes his head, âof course you're my good girl. do you have your fingers in your panties? how wet are you? tell me how wet you are, good girl.âÂ
youâre in shock from his words, the comments, the amount of tips and from how hot hluvsbabes is.Â
his deep laugh distracts you from your thoughts. he throws his head back on the chairâs headrest, making his bangs reveal his forehead. even with his mask on, you can tell that his mouth is open agape from the pleasure heâs feeling.Â
âfuck, guys. iâve been thinking about thisâ about you all day. my dick has been hard since my morning class.âÂ
the thought of him having to walk around with a hard cock all day because he thought of getting off in front of thousands of people only turns you on more. he continues to move his hand up and down his cock, his grunts getting louder and louder.Â
âi-iâm getting close. i wish you were here to taste my cum, shit.âÂ
it was getting to the point where you couldnât ignore the tingly feeling starting to increasingly grow in the pit of your stomach. you felt entranced by him, not being able to take your eyes off of your screen. you had only planned to watch a couple of minutes just to see what the hype was about, but now youâve been watching him for close to twenty minutes. you lean onto your desk uncaringly over your keyboard and your heart stops when you see :Â
darlingdove01 : ghj
your eyes widen at your username in the comment section, praying to god none of his 15k viewers notices.Â
âoh, darlingdove is in here,â hluvsbabesâs voice speaks suddenly, making you jolt away from your computer screen and grab the handles of your chair. he tilts his head and looks directly into the camera as he continues, âhow are you, darling? do you like the show? do you like watching me get off?âÂ
you are in shock and you canât think of what to do. you never thought you would be in a situation like this. you notice all the comments start filling up with your name as hluvsbabes is still stroking his cock and groaning.Â
âmaybe sheâs too busy with her hands to type right now.â hluvsbabes jokes in a grunted laugh. you cover your mouth with your hands in shock. and you read one comment that says âwho can blame her?â.Â
and with that, you immediately leave the one and only hluvsbabes livestream you have ever watched, the embarrassment being almost too much.
a few days and a lot of thoughts of hluvsbabes later, you know you have to get back to livestreaming. you had planned a few things for your next live stream despite being busy with college and being distracted by the memories of hluvsbabes.Â
the way âdarlingâ slipped from his mouth so casually and sensual.Â
usually, people only referred to you as âdoveâ. you didnât anticipate for darling to be so efficacious. but maybe it was only because hluvsbabes had said it. the way it sounded in his smooth, mischievous tone. it kept you up at night.Â
tonight, you had to live stream on your account.Â
you started at your usual time; 10pm, in your usual setting; your bedroom. your nightside lamp was lit behind you, being your only source of light besides your computer screen. your body was covered by an oversized hoodie which covered your panties and the top of your bare thighs.Â
âhi everyone,â you spoke into your microphone, looking at the rising amount of viewers on your live stream. the comments started piling in, regular questions about yourself mixed with sexual ones that made you laugh to yourself. âmy week was good, thank you. how has your week been, guys?âÂ
you read some of the comments, recognizing some of the usernames that comment. and when you notice a steady amount of viewers and when the comments start teasing you and begging you to start, you begin.Â
âtonight,â you start, and sit back in your computer chair, âi think iâll have some fun with my new toy.â you reach out of the cameraâs view and grab the toy you had bought earlier in the week. it was a long, white vibrator. you take your time to show the camera the entire toy, smiling proud of it. âwhat should we name him?â you giggle out, reading the comments as they flood with names and praises and begging.Â
you sit back in your chair, âhe has three settings, should i start with the lowest? see how wet he can get me?â you ask, your voice teasing. tips start to come in, telling you to turn it on, telling you that they want to see you cum.Â
with a flick of your thumb you turn it onto the lowest setting. a low buzzing sound fills your bedroom, entering the mic for your audience to hear. you lift your feet so they rest on the chair, your knees up in the air. your hoodie bunches at your waist for your panties and bare legs to be revealed. you press the vibrator against your clit over top of your panties, testing it.Â
âoh god,â you moan, âeven the lowest setting is good.â you inform your audience, keeping your eyes on the camera and comments. you giggle when you read a tip that tells you to move it in circles. âwant me to move it? want to watch me pleasure myself?â the comments flood with yesâs.Â
you start to move the vibrator in slow, small circles around your clit. wanting to tease yourself and the audience for as long as possible. you would be lying if you said it didnât feel good. the feeling of the vibrator against your pulsing clit and the eyes of hundreds of people watching you in real time.Â
a tip catches your eye;Â
heesacc tipped 50$! : that looks like it feels good, darling. why donât you move up a setting.
your eyes linger on the word darling and the large tip they gave you.Â
âokay, letâs put it up to the medium setting.â you agree, your finger flicking the button up. the buzzing becomes louder as the toy starts moving faster. your hand still moves the vibrator in slow, small circles over your panties. âfuck, this is even better, baby.âÂ
you read comments that compliment you, that tell you they wanna see you cum right now, that you should remove your clothes.Â
âwant me to take my clothes off?â you tease the camera, your free hand playing with hem of your oversized sweater. âtell me what you want me to take off.â the comments tell you that they want you naked, that your sweater should come off, that everything should come off.Â
heesacc tipped 50$! : take your sweater off and play with your tits, darling. rub your nipples and pretend itâs me.
âwanna see my tits? wanna see me play with them just for you?â you bite your lip at the tip, but do as they said, putting down the vibrator for a second as you pull the sweater off your core. your breasts being revealed to the audience. you look at yourself in the mirror, noticing the large wet stain on your panties from your juices and the vibrator. âoh my god, look wet i am.â you wiggle so your panties can be seen better on camera. the large wet stain evident in the computer screenâs light. âthis is how good you make me feel.âÂ
you read the comments that say they wish they were there beside you, that they want to rip your panties off.Â
you pick up the vibrator again, still on the medium setting. your one hand holds the vibrator steady against your covered clit, as your free hand comes up and starts to tweak your nipples. your forefinger and thumb hook your nipple, rolling it. you let out moans at the feeling, your back arching off your chair naturally.Â
âfuck, i love playing with my nipples, it turns me on so much.â you state honestly, switching between nipples with your fingers.Â
heesacc tipped 70$! : letâs see how swollen your pretty pussy is, darling.Â
you gulped as you read the tip come through. just reading the words sent a shiver straight to your core. you swore your pussy got so much wetter as you finished reading it.Â
you set the vibrator down again, âyou wanna see my pussy, baby? wanna see how wet and swollen you got it?â you tease the camera, your hand dragging across your panties. with the multiple âyesââs commenting, you start to slowly slide your panties off your legs, showing the camera the larger wet stain on them.Â
you lean back in your chair again, the same position with your feet on the chair and knees up, but this time your pussy was visible to the camera. your hand glides down between your legs. you keep your eyes on the camera as your fingers slide through your lips so easily. you whine when your fingers rub over your sensitive clit. âiâm so wet, fuck. you could slip right in. stretch out my tight pussy. god, i need that so bad. need to be stretched out.âÂ
you reach for the vibrator again, âletâs see how long i can last on the high setting. iâm so close already.â you giggle out to your audience.Â
you turn the vibrator to the highest setting, the toy buzzing in your hand as you bring it to your bare pussy. instantly you throw your head back, crying out at the pleasure. your other hand massaging your breast.Â
heesacc tipped 100$! : cum like a good girl, darling.Â
âoh god!â your eyebrows pull together from the pleasure. your knees start to buckle as the pleasure starts to take over you. âiâm gonna cum! fuck, iâm cumming.â you nod your head and try to keep your eyes on the camera as you hit your high. your bare chest heaves as your orgasm washes through your body, struggling to keep the vibrator on your clit from oversensitivity.Â
when your head clears and your body relaxes, you manage to say goodbye to your audience, that youâll see them again next time. you end the livestream, your eyes reading the tips, resting on the username âheesaccâ. you had never seen them before, but they tip generously throughout the entire livestream.Â
and they kept calling you darling.
you always had to get coffee before class. but your usual coffee shop had a line out the door today, so you had to go to one on campus that youâve never been to before. though you knew youâd probably be late to class now, you knew you wouldnât be able to sit through the two hour lecture without your daily coffee.Â
youâre distracted by the menu of unfamiliar drinks that you donât hear the barista question if youâre ready to order until the third time he says it.Â
âoh sorry,â you tell him, shaking your head to wake up, âuh, could i get the blonde vanilla latte, please?â you tell the barista. you start to dig through your backpack for some money.Â
âdarlingdove01?â his voice questions, recognition definite in his voice.Â
your head snaps up to look at the barista properly for the first time. your username making your ears and cheeks paint red. âuhh, yeah!â youâve only been recognized in public a few times, and theyâve usually been at parties or get together, never in a public public place before.Â
the barista has dark brown hair thatâs covering his forehead. his eyes are big, doe-like and expressive. his features are sharp and delicate at the same time. his complexion is so smooth in the harsh coffee shop lights. âoh, cool.â his voice is smooth as he shrugs, almost impressed. âthatâll be 5.49$, please.âÂ
so shocked, you scramble to pile some change on the counter, dropping it for him to pick it up. you smile with a faint nod before you walk away for the next person behind you to order.Â
you take deep breaths as you wait for your order, telling yourself that itâs okay, that that couldâve gone a lot worse. you werenât used to people looking at you in public, thatâs why you chose to stay behind a screen.Â
âblonde vanilla latte!â the barista calls out a few minutes later. you go up and take the cup from him. âhave a good day.â heâs polite, and his eyes tell you something that you donât quite pick up.Â
you turn away from the counter, ready to get the hell out of his coffee shop. you glance down at your drink, noticing words written in black on the side.Â
letâs collab, hluvsbabes
with his number written underneath. you turn your head to look back at the barista, but find a woman working the cashier instead. the brown haired boy disappeared from sight. you think back from the one and only hluvsbabes stream you had seen of his. he had kept his bangs over his eyes, hiding how doe-eyed they really were. his mask covered the entirety of his lower face. there was no way to know if the barista was really the hluvsbabes, but his eyes seemed to tell you that he was. that he knew who you were, too.
your fingers hover over your phoneâs keyboard. the apparent hluvsbabesâs phone number typed in above, but the message box left empty. you decide to bite the bullet, even if it wasnât him, all you had to do was block him after and then act like this never, ever happened.Â
youhi, uh hluvsbabes?Â
only a few minutes pass before you get a response.Â
(123) - ***-**** hahaha yeah but you can call me heeseung
(123) - ***-****
hi, darlingdove01!
you
howâd you know itâs me? my nameâs y/n btw
heeseung
bc youâre the only one iâve given my number out to lately
heeseung
and bc i knew youâd text me sooner rather than later ;)
you smile, rolling over onto your back, your phone in the air as you text hluvs- heeseung back.Â
you
damn, i knew i shouldâve waited a month
heeseung
noooo iâm glad you texted me
heeseungÂ
i wanted you to text meÂ
you
righttt, you said something about a collab?Â
heeseung
yeahh, i think you should come over sometime soonÂ
you could hear your heart strumming against your chest at his text. the hluvsbabes wanted to collab with you. you had only been competing against each other on onlyfans for months. and neither of you had done a collab before, solely solo stuff. you wondered if itâd be a good idea or not.Â
heeseung
câmon, you know i can make you feel good ;)
you were leaning towards it being a good one.
later in the week you found yourself outside of hluvsbabes apparent apartment. he had only lived a quick bus ride away from you, both of you living close to your university campus. you were biting your fresh manicure the whole bus ride there.Â
heeseung had texted you to make sure you knew he wasnât expecting anything from you. that he just wanted to get to know you, and hey, if a collab happened then it happened!Â
though he was very polite and tried his best to reassure you and make you comfortable, you were still nervous to go to a guyâs house that you had seen masturbate before. you had heard what he sounds like when he masturbates. you had thought about his voice and his moans so many times since the âincidentâ. you were going to a boyâs house that you had cursed at so many times when you saw that he had passed you yet again in subscribers every few weeks.Â
you knock on the apartment numberâs door that he had given you. you waited a few quick heartbeats until the door opened.Â
there stood the barista you had seen a few days ago. his doe-eyes the same and his long bangs covering his forehead.Â
ây/n?â he spoke, a smile on his lips that made him seem even prettier than you remembered.Â
you tried to picture what hluvsbabes would look like so many times, and now that you finally got a chance to see him, standing in front of you, letting you in his apartment, you were in shock.Â
he was so much hotter than you could have ever imaginedâ now that you werenât embarrassed in public when someone said your username outloud.Â
âwanna come in or stand in the hall all day?â he spoke again, his eyebrow propped up.Â
âoh!â you jolted, âsorry, sorryâ iâll come in.â you tell him, smiling at him as he held the door for you and closed once you were in.Â
a quick glance around the apartment and you noticed how clean and home-y it looked. a regular couch, coffee table and tv took up one side of the apartment. and on the other side was a small island in the small kitchen. there was a hall on the far side of the room from youâ which you figured led to his bedroom. (the room where he masturbates online for moneyâ oh god!)Â
âyou can sit down on the couch if you want,â heeseung gestures to the couch, wiping his sweaty palms on his gray sweatpants, âdo you want a drink or anything?âÂ
âuh no, iâm good thanks,â you reply, sitting down on the couch, your hands clasping together in your lap.Â
as he sits down beside you on the couch, you think about how after you had texted him the other day you had seen he was live on onlyfansâ and how you made sure to not press it. the thought of him seeing you watching his livestream again made you physically cringe.Â
âso uh,â heeseung starts, a casual smile on his face as he looks at you, âhave you thought? about my offer? about the collab?âÂ
you nod, âi have,âÂ
âright, well, we donât have to do it if you donât wantâ like i said. we can just hang outâ i just saw you and i needed to give you my number i couldnât justâ,âÂ
âi wanna do it.âÂ
heeseungâs eyes widen at your answer, âreally? only if youâre comfortable.âÂ
you nod, âyeah, i want to.âÂ
heeseungâs body relaxes at your words, âokay, when?âÂ
âright now?â you shrug at him, âi mean you usually stream soon anyways, right?âÂ
heeseung thought his mind was gonna explode. the hot girl that heâs competed with for top creator was sitting in front of him on his couch, telling him that she wants to collab with him. she could collab with anyone, but she wanted to collab with him. he couldnât believe what was happening.Â
âo-kay,â heeseung stutters and clears his throat, âuh, is there anything you're specifically intoâ or not into? i mean iâve seen your streams so i know some things but i-,âÂ
âyouâve seen my streams?â you ask him confused and intrigued.Â
heeseung fights the urge to slap himself, âi mean, yeah. youâre always top creator right?âÂ
âright, i just didnât think that youâd watch them, i donât know.âÂ
âwhy wouldnât i watch them? youâre hot and you know how to engage with the audience.â heeseung admits honestly.Â
you squirm at his compliment. âyouâre hot, too.âÂ
heeseung seemingly relaxes completely at this, finally being able to comprehend whatâs happening and what youâre thinking. âthank you, i mean i know youâve seen my streams before, you commented once.âÂ
you cover your face with your hands, âoh god.â you groan out.Â
heeseung laughs at you, âwhat? is it bad that youâve watched me masturbate?âÂ
âno!â you shake your head quickly, eyes wide, âitâs justâ i didnât mean to comment that timeâ i didnât even mean to press it! itâs just, justâŚâÂ
âiâm just that hot?â heeseung teases you, wiggling his eyebrows.Â
âoh my god, shut up!â you laugh, shoving his shoulder. itâs then that you realize how close youâve gotten on his couch.Â
heeseung laughs harder, his face turning serious again when he speaks, âokay but seriously, anything you are or arenât into?âÂ
you settle into your spot on the couch and think, âuh, i think iâm okay with anything.â you shrug, âbut no anal though. and iâm more into, it being rough.âÂ
heeseung smirks and asks, âokay no anal. how about choking?â you nod in response, âslapping?â another nod from you, âhow about degrading?â you blush and nod.Â
âiâm okay with everything but anal, heeseung.âÂ
âokay, and if you wanna stop, should we come up with a safe word?âÂ
you ponder for a second and think, âhow about, latte?â
heeseung smirks at you, âlatte it is, then.âÂ
both of you stare at each other, lust and playfulness filling your expressions. somehow, your faces are only mere inches apart now as both of you take in the otherâs features. you had only seen each other through a computer screen before. had only read each other's usernames on the top creators listâ without even knowing your real names. and now you were about to give each other everythingâ including your first collab.Â
your breath quiets as you look into heeseungâs eyes, scanning the brown in them before glancing down at his pretty lips. your lips are just centimeters away from his when he speaks again, âletâs start.âÂ
heeseung grabs your hand and pulls you up, guiding you down the hall and into his bedroom. he leans over his computer, setting up his account and livestream. you take the time to look around his room.Â
his room is definitely the same one youâve seen on live steam. the multiple monitors on his computer desk. a basic bed with a black and white comforter. and you recognized the few posters on his walls that he allowed to be seen in his lives.Â
âokay, itâs ready.â heeseung tells you, âare you sure you wanna do this? we can stop wheneââ
âiâm sure, heeseung.âÂ
âokay, iâll press start live then,âÂ
âwait!â you reach for his shoulder, âwhat about your mask?â you know heâs never gone live without his maskâ itâs the one thing that helps keep his identity unknown.
heeseung simply shrugs at you, âi mean, i canât really eat you out with a mask on, can i?âÂ
your mouth drops open, but before you can say anything, the camera light flicks on, signaling that youâre live. the camera is pointed towards heeseungâs bed behind you as heeseung ushers you to sit on his usual gaming chair, he stands beside it.Â
âhi guys,â heeseung says cooly to the camera. he lowly chuckles to himself as the comments start pouring in. there seems to be hundreds of comments in a second about âdarlingdove01â and heeseungâs face. a lot of the comments are talking about how hot heeseung is and that they âalways knew heâd be hot!â. Â
âtoday we have a very special guest, darlingdove01 is here,â heeseung gestures to you. you wave at the camera, watching the viewer numbers grow higher and higher as the introduction continues. âand she told me that she likes anything⌠but anal.âÂ
âhey!â you shove him playfully with your shoulder.Â
he only chuckles before continuing, resting his arm over the back of his gaming chair behind your head, âso today, iâm gonna do anything to please her.â he takes his other hand and cups your chin so youâre forced to look at him, âdoes that sound alright, darling?â
âyes,â you tell him, watching his warm brown eyes turn darker as you make eye contact. you can tell heâs no longer heeseung, but instead heâs âhluvsbabesâ.Â
âyes what?âÂ
âyes, sir.âÂ
âgood girl,â heeseung leans down and presses his lips onto yours. you donât have time to register that you are kissing the hluvsbabes. his lips are soft against yours, but their movements are deep and rough. just from the kiss you can tell what direction this live stream is going in. he pulls away too soon for your liking, âpull up your shirt.âÂ
your hands reach for the bottom hem of your shirt and lift them so your bare breasts are visible to heeseung and the audience.Â
âfuck,â heeseung groans, his hands cupping both of them. both of you mentally note how perfectly they fit in his warm hands. he turns to the camera, âdoesnât she have the most beautiful tits?âÂ
heeseung starts to tweak both your nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers. your hand flies to grip the handle of the chair, your back arches into his touch.Â
âthat feel good?â he asks you with a smirk, obviously amused by your reaction.Â
âyes, sir. theyâre sensitive,â you admit.Â
âare they?â heeseung tilts his head, âkeep playing with them, then.âÂ
your hands replace heeseungâs. your hands are definitely not as big and as warm as heeseungâs. but you massage your breasts, your fingers playing with your nipples like he told you to.Â
meanwhile, heeseung starts to kiss down your revealed torso, his hands unzipping and pulling down your shorts so fast. you watch him get down on his knees in between your legs, his hot breath against your panties. heeseung groans once heâs eye level with your core and can see the faint wet strip on them. he could always see how wet you were on livestream, but now he gets to see in person.Â
âi wanna make you feel good,â heeseung says against your skin, pressing kisses on your inner thighs, your legs spread wide for the camera to see. âare you gonna do whatever i say?âÂ
âyes, sir.â you nod down at him, watching his tongue lick his lips so close to your pussy. âi wanna be your slut.âÂ
heeseung chuckles against your skin, his fingers slip inside your panties as he speaks, âlet me feel my slutâs pussy then.âÂ
you take a deep breath as his fingers start to massage your clit, exploring your pussy for the first time. heâs thought about his fingers touching you so many times before. he could hardly believe that you were actually in front of him right now.Â
âyou want me to taste your pussy, darling?âÂ
âplease,â your voice sounds so breathy when you speak again, his fingers pressing hard.Â
âask me to.âÂ
âplease taste my pussy, sir.âÂ
with that heeseung slides his middle finger into your core. it feels so long as it reaches right to your g spot immediately, as if he knew itâd be there. your jaw drops open as he pushes his finger in and out. a whine leaving your mouth as you start to move your hips to meet his finger. his palm is massaging your clit as he moves his fingers in and out of your core.Â
heeseung then pulls his finger out of you, âtake off your panties, show everyone your pussy.â heeseung leans more to the side as you do what he says. your panties drop to the floor and your legs are on either side of his gaming chair. âfuck, doesnât she have the most perfect pussy, everyone?â heeseung is staring at the camera as he massages your thighs.Â
heeseungâs lips meet your core before you can comprehend. heâs making out with your clit, the sloppy sounds fill your ears and the audienceâs as he sucks your clit into his mouth. he reaches his finger up to slide into your core again, so easily.Â
âmy finger barely fits in there,â heeseung smirks.Â
his mouth continues to lick and suck on every part of your pussy. his tongue circles your clit in his mouth. your hand is gripping the chair arm as you watch him, unable to contain your moans.Â
âfuck yes, sir.â you cry out, throwing your head back from pleasure. you donât think anyone has been able to make you feel this good with their mouth before. your exâs could never make you cum at all.Â
heeseung is moaning against your core, letting you and the audience know that he is also enjoying this, âgod this pussy tastes so good, tastes better than iâd ever imagined before.â your stomach tightens at his words, feeling high on the pleasure heeseungâs mouth and fingers is giving you so easily and the audience watching you both. âkeep playing with those tits, darling.âÂ
your hands fly up to your sensitive nipples, almost forgotten by how pretty heeseung looks while he makes out with your pussy. your bodyâs whole senses are heightened. heeseung can start to feel you clench around his fingers as your hips start to buck up to his mouth, wanting more of him.Â
âfuck that feels so good.â you whine out, your eyebrows furrowing together at the pleasure.Â
âare you gonna cum?â heeseung asks lowly. he watches you nod at him, unable to form words.Â
then, heeseung rips away from you. his mouth and finger gone and before you can realize, heâs standing again beside you. his hand wrapped around your neck gentlyâ forcing you to look at him with your legs spread.Â
âyou have to ask for permission if you want to cum,â heeseungâs voice is stern as he looks you in the eyes, âunderstand?âÂ
âyes, sir.âÂ
heeseungâs smile returns as his hand leaves your neck, âhere, taste yourself.â your mouth opens for heeseung to slide his finger inside your mouth. your lips close around his finger, sucking it into your mouth as your tongue swirls around it, wanting to taste yourself. âgood girl.â heeseung removes his finger, and instead presses a kiss to your lips, softly, passionately, as if to check in on you. but youâre so hungry for an orgasm that you really would do anything right now. âare you ready to make me feel good?âÂ
âyes, sir.âÂ
âget on your knees.âÂ
you sit up, closing your legs for the first time and feeling how wet your inner thighs were. heeseung pushes his chair to the side as he stands, looking down at you as you kneel before him. âyou wanna suck my cock?â heeseung questions you, noticing how you tighten your thighs at his question. his hand slides down on your chin for you to look up at him. you nod in response to him. âask me.âÂ
âcan i suck your cock, sir?âÂ
âgood girl, take it out.âÂ
your hands work to unbutton his pants, pulling them down to his upper thigh to release his cock. you just have to stop and marvel at it. there in front of you is hluvsbabes huge cock that you had thought about stretching you out for weeks. itâs much bigger in person you think. itâs hard, and the tip is so pink as some veins swirl down it.Â
âopen your mouth.â heeseung starts to glide his dick into your mouth. your hand coming up to grip the base of it as your lips close around the tip. âgod, keep those eyes on me.â heeseung groans out as you start to such his cock. heeseung keeps his hand on your head, hsi fingers meshing with your hair.Â
you do keep your eyes on him with as much of his cock as you can manage in your mouth. your hand jerks what you canât fit as you moan against his dick.Â
âgod youâre so big sir,âÂ
âyeah? think itâll fit inside your pussy? think itâll stretch you out so good?â heeseung retorts, watching your mouth work on his cock. heâd be lying if he said you werenât making him close to his orgasm already, your innocent eyes looking at him as your mouth sucks his soul out.Â
âyes, sir, pleaseâ want your cock so bad.â you speak before going back to sucking his cock. your tongue circles the hot, pink tip of it before tracing the delicious veins. your hand moves in rhythm with your mouth.Â
âare you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth?âÂ
you nod at him with his cock still fully in your mouth. heeseung moves both of his hands to grip your head as your own hand drops to your thighs, so tempted to play with your clit, but you know sir wouldnât approve.Â
heeseung starts to slowly move his hips so his cock moves in and out of your mouth. he stops when the tip is at your throatâ feeling your throat tighten against the tip. he almost pulls out fully everytime, just so that the tip is at your swollen lips before he pushes back in again.Â
âoh, my fucking god,â heeseung moans out, looking at the camera monitor to see him fucking your pretty mouth. your mouth feels too good for him to even notice that the viewer count is at 16,000. âplay with my balls like a good girl.âÂ
heeseung continues to fuck your mouth as your hand reaches fro his balls. they are heavy in your palm as you start to massage them gently. tugging on them and moving them around easily with your salvia that has dripped down.Â
heeseung pulls his dick fully out of your mouth, letting you breathe for a moment. you could feel your pussy drip down onto his carpetâ you hoped it wouldnât stain.Â
âopen your mouth,â heeseung tells you. your jaw drops open, revealing your used tongue and mouth. heeseung leans over you and letâs a drop of his spit lands right onto your tongue before he starts to hit his dick against your tongue. he mixes your spit with his on his cock and both of you groan out at that the thought of it.Â
heeseung goes back to fucking your mouth. his grip on your head tight as heâs picked up the pace of his hips. his cock sliding so quickly in and out of your mouth. the sounds of your saliva and gurgling against his cock fill the room and microphone.Â
âthatâs it, like that, like that like a good girl,â heeseung groans out his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he feels his own pleasure boiling. probably boiling too much if he wants this to last any longer.Â
heeseung pulls away from you and pulls you with him for you to sit on the floor while he moves back to sit on the edge of his bed, his feet on the ground for you to sit in between them. your chest is heaving from excitement and lack of air. you watch as heeseung pulls down his pants fully and throws them on the floor beside his bed.Â
heeseungâs hand wraps around your neck as he looks down at you, âyou ready to get fucked, darling?âÂ
âyes, please.â
âask me to fuck you.âÂ
âcan you please fuck me, sir.âÂ
âget up on the bed and turn around.âÂ
heeseungâs voice is demanding as you scramble to stand up, your knees tired from kneeling for so long. you get up on his bed for the first time. you turn around so your ass is towards him in the air, your face pressed into his bed.Â
heeseung pushes your chest further into his bed by placing his hand on your back, âstay like this like a good girl, okay?âÂ
âyes, sir.âÂ
âiâm gonna fuck this little pussy just like the slut you are.â heeseung grunts, spreading your ass cheeks more for him to slide his cock right inside of you.
the stretch of his cock is just what you imagined it would be. itâs almost blissful once heâs fully inside. you can feel the tip of his cock basically reaching your cervix. once heâs bottomed out completely, both of you groan out into his bedroom, pleasure taking over both of you.Â
âthere we go, darling,â heeseung grunts through his teeth as he starts to slide back out of you. both of you feel each and every vein of his cock sliding against your oh, so wet walls. âlet sir fuck you like a slut.â
heeseungâs one hand grips your waist as the other one stays on your back. his hips quickly pick up pace, his cock easily going in and out of you due to his saliva and your juices mixing together. your hands grip the blanket on his bed, crying out into the bed as you finally get what you want.Â
âoh my god itâs so big!â you whine out, your eyes trying to focus on the camera.Â
âyeah? itâs so big and full just for you, itâs all just for you.â heeseung grunts out, his bangs covering his forehead like usual, his eyes entranced only on you. he watches as your entire body jerks forward everytime he slams his cock into you. his hands run down and grab your ass, wanting to finally feel it after heâs seen it so many times on your livestreams.Â
heeseung slaps your ass, making you cry out a curse. the pain of it turning you on even more. you can feel the wetness dripping down your thighs as heeseung fucks you even rougher. heeseungâs balls are soaked from your juices.Â
âreach down and rub your clit for me.â heeseung demands you, trying to keep his voice steady when he speaks.
you manage to sneak your arm under your body to start rubbing circles on your clit with your index and middle fingers. you instantly cry out. with your fingers on your clit and heeseung managing to hit your g spot with every single thrust the pleasure starts to boil up more and more in your tummy.Â
âoh shit!âÂ
âyou better not cum unless i tell you to,â heeseung smacks your ass again, harder, a warning. âyou hear me?âÂ
âfu-fuck yes, sir.âÂ
heeseung suddenly grabs you up from the bed from under your arms, mumbling a âcome hereâ before he turns you to face the camera. both of you standing now with his cock still lunged inside of you.Â
âlet everyone see this fucking slutâs body.â heeseung grunts out, staring directly at the camera as he continues to thrust up into you from the back. he reaches over your front, rubbing your clit for you now. your head is thrown back onto his shoulder, trying to keep standing upwards. âyou like everyone seeing me use you like this? like using you to get off?âÂ
âf-fuck sir, can i cum? please?â you whine out, barely being able to keep your eyes open as you look at him.Â
âyeah? you wanna cum, darling?â heeseung voice is almost teasing as he doesnât stop his movements.Â
âplease let me cum, sir. please iâm so close.âÂ
âok, cum for me, do it.â heeseung nods, his grunts loud in your ear as he manages to fuck you faster and faster.Â
you canât lift your head from being thrown back onto heeseungâs shoulder. your body feels weak as heeseung fucks you infront of the camera, probably hundreds of people watching you come undone on hluvsbabesâ cock. youâve been so close to orgasming for which feels like hours at this point.Â
âiâm cumming! i-iâm cumming!â you manage to cry out. your moans get higher in pitch as you finally reach your high.Â
if heeseung wasn't holding your body up with his arms, then you wouldnât fell straight to the floor. the pleasure was almost over consuming. your body was on high sensitivity everywhere. to be honest, it had been awhile since anyone besides yourself or your vibrator had made you cum. that probably not getting any dick for a while and then fucking the hluvsbabes would probably make you feel as lightheaded as you do now.Â
heeseung gently pulls his cock from you, his hands slowing down on your clit before pulling away from it. he leads you to lay down on his bed. your head is on his pillow as he crawls on top of you. your bodies are still very visible to the camera from the way his bed is positioned.Â
heeseung starts to press soft, gentle kisses into your neck and jaw, letting you calm down from your very obvious, hard climax.Â
you hear heeseung chuckle into your ear before he speaks, âis this a bad time to tell you that i donated to you on your livestream before?âÂ
through your post-nut haze, your eyes widen as you process the information, âwhat? when?âÂ
heeseung laughs before he moves down your body, kissing every (sweaty) inch that he could, âa few days ago i guess, darling. iâve watched your streams quite a lot to be honest.âÂ
the way the nickname rolls off his tongue so easily makes it click in your head. âoh my god, you were the person who donated like 200$ the other day!â you also start laughing at the realization. who could not believe that hluvsbabes not only watched multiple of your streams, but also donated to you. your competitor for top creator was also boosting your content.Â
âyeah, i didnât know how or if i should tell you that. but i guess now is the better time.â heeseung pulls away from your body so heâs on his knees hovering over you. ânow put those legs up, let me see your swollen pussy again.âÂ
heeseung helps guide you to hook your arms around your knees, holding your legs up, pressed against your chest. your entire core is exposed for not only heeseungâs eyes, but the cameraâs and all of the audienceâs.Â
âgod please but your cock back inside of me, sir.âÂ
heeseung drags his cock through your folds teasingly, âyeah? the slut wants to be stretched out again?âÂ
âyes! sir, yes!âÂ
heeseung guides his cock back inside of you with his hand, bottoming out completely in one thrust. your arms stay hooked around your knees, your hands resting on your ankles to keep yourself from squirming from the pleasure.Â
heeseung leans over you, his hand coming down to choke you again. his grip on your neck tight as he starts the previous pace he had. rough and hard. your whole body moves with every thrust, his headboard hitting his wall.Â
âoh fuck oh fuck!â you cry out, your pussy so sensitive from being overstimulated.Â
heeseung could feel your walls flutter around his cock, âyou better not cum.â he pulls his cock out again, his hand slaps the tip of his cock over your clit, making you jerk up into his pillows. âtell me you wonât cum without permission, slut.âÂ
âi-i wonât cum without permission, sir.âÂ
heeseung slides back into you, his pace rough. the banging of his headboard in rhythm with his thrusts. your cries of pleasure mixing with his grunts. heeseung keeps both of his hands on your waist as he hovers over you. his main focus is to fuck you so good that you forget everything else. and by the way your eyes start to haze over with pleasure he can tell that he isnât too far from it.Â
âkeep your legs up,â heeseung grunts to you, reminding you to keep your knees by your face. your swollen pussy is visible to him now. he has clear access to see his cock fucking into you. your lips are so puffy that he canât help his thumb rubbing your also swollen clit. your head is thrown back into the pillow, his hard, circles on your clit mixing with his hard thrusts are overpowering you completely.Â
heeseung leans over you, his hand gripping your neck again. his face is inches from you, his lips almost on yours. his thrusts donât stop as he chokes you.Â
âyou like being a good girl for me?â heeseung asks you more quietly, loosening his grip on your neck for a moment to let you speak.Â
ây-yes sir, i love it.â you nod up to him, completely submissive to him.Â
âturn around for me again, then.âÂ
although your body felt weak from the pleasure, your adrenaline was rushing enough for you to be able to get up and turn over quite quickly. your ass up in the air as you grip onto the pillow in front of you. you feel heeseung behind you, lining up his hard, soaked cock with your soaked pussy.Â
âpush back on it, darling.âÂ
you let your knees push back, feeling his cock insert inside of you, filling you up yet again. this angle made him feel even bigger. his cock pressing into your cervix is only when you stop pushing back. heeseungâs hands land palm down on your ass when you bottom out. the pain makes you jut forward. the moan that escapes your lips as the pain settles on your ass is sinful.Â
âgod, i love your ass,â heeseung smacks it again, watching it start to turn red, turning him on more he thought his cock was going to explode any minute now.Â
with that thought, heeseung starts sliding in and out of you again. his hand reaching over your back to pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling your upper half backward. the pain from his pulling makes you cry out in the best way. all of your senses seem to be overcome by heeseung. your grip on his pillow that smelt like him, tightened.Â
âyou like being fucked like this? like being used?â heeseung grunts out to you, his own eyebrows furrowing together as your walls clench around him.Â
âye-yeah, sir.âÂ
âsay it.âÂ
âi like being used, sir.âÂ
âlook at me while i fuck you.âÂ
with his hand still pulling your hair, you turn your head to look at him. his face is flushed, his lips are swollen from probably biting them so much. thereâs sweat dripping down his line of abs that you just want to lick off. his bangs are sweaty and stuck to his forehead. he looks so hot.Â
heeseung continues to fuck you until his thrusts get sloppy, his grunts get softer and his headboard isnât banging against his wall. you turn to look at him, âlet me ride you.âÂ
his hand smacks against one of your ass cheeks, making you cry out, âask me.âÂ
âcan i please ride you, sir?âÂ
heeseung pulls out of you, both of you switching places so now heeseungâs head is in the pillow that you were gripping. his legs are flat out against the bed as you crawl over him. both of your knees are on either side of him as you look down at him now.Â
slowly, you start to sink down onto his cock. you close your eyes as he bottoms out in you once again. this angle felt entirely different. you could feel how hard and big he was inside of you. heeseungâs hands run up and down your bare thighs, letting you get use to the angle.Â
âyou good?â he asks from below you, concern on his face.Â
âyeah, just sensitive -is all.â you shrug to him and start to move slowly. you start out slow, wanting to build both of your orgasms again. your knees lift your body up and down with the help of heeseungâs hands on your waist, he helps lift you.Â
your hands grip your tits, massaging them again. your sensitive nipples hard against your palm. you start to bounce down on his harder, his tip hitting your g spot everytime now. you cry out in pleasure again.Â
âfuck just like that,â you tell him, your eyes closed as you nod to him.Â
âlike that?â heeseung teases you, his cock hitting your g spot again.Â
ây-yes,â you tell him, bouncing harder.Â
âfuck, i love his pussy,â heeseung grunts to you, âso warm and tight around my cock.âÂ
âoh my god,â your body falls forward, your hands resting on either side of his head as heeseung takes over the thrusts completely. his hands on your waist as he thrusts his hips upwards into your pussy. âfuck, sir.âÂ
heeseungs grip on you leaves you to go nowhere. just stay on top of him as he fucks into you. your knees feel weak against his mattress. you can feel his balls slapping your ass every time he bottoms out in you. heeseung can feel your juices dripping down onto his lower stomach.Â
âokay turn around, slut, let the audience see you.â heeseung gently pushes your core up and off of him. your mind feels dazed as heeseung has to literally, physically flip you over on him.Â
now that youâre in reverse cowgirl, you can see yourself in the cameraâs monitor. heeseung lays underneath you still, so just your bare body can be seen completely. you look so different you usually do, youâre glowing.Â
your feet and arms hold your body up over heeseung, his hands on your waist as he slides himself up into you.Â
âoh fuck!â you cry out, watching heeseung dick disappear inside of you in the camera. you start to bounce up and down on his cock again, though you keep your eyes open to watch yourself.Â
âshit, keep going, baby.â heeseung grunts below you, âjust like that.âÂ
with every thrust heeseungâs balls are hitting your clit. you can hear a wet squelch between your bodies everytime you move. your pussy is so wet around his cock. heeseung wraps his arm around your body, massaging your clit with his fingers in a circle once again.Â
âyes, sir! rub my clit, sir please!â you cry out to him. your hands sturdy yourself on his chest behind you as you continue to bounce on him. his cock filling you up every time. his hard balls slapping against your pussy. his fingers keep moving against your clit. âiâm so close, sir, so close!âÂ
suddenly, heeseungâs fingers stop and heâs pushing you off of him. your chest is heaving as you look back on him. your pussy is clamping around nothing, so desperate to cum.Â
âlay down,â heeseung is also out of breath when he speaks, ��wanna see your face when you cum.â heeseung grabs your forearm and helps you lay down again. he puts your one leg up to your face, allowing him access to slide into your fucking soak pussy again.Â
heeseung holds your leg up, while the other starts to rub your clit again. his thrusts continue to stretch you out, to hit your cervix over and over again. you arenât sure how much longer you can last with this much pleasure he continuously gives you. youâve never had sex this good before.Â
âwant me to fill up your little pussy?â heeseung grunts above you.Â
âyes, sir.âÂ
âask me.âÂ
âplease cum inside of me!â you cry out, heeseungâs hand smacks your thigh before returning to hold your leg up, âown this pussy, fucking own it itâs yours!âÂ
âoh fuck!â heeseung grunts out, your words making him closer to his own orgasm so quickly.Â
âoh my god i wanna feel you fill me up so bad, sir.â you were becoming so desperate, so needy. you wanted to cum so bad. you wanted heeseung to cum so bad.Â
âfuck me, keep talking, keep talking, darling.âÂ
âplease cum inside of me! i want it so bad!â you tell him honestly. his thrusts making your whole body move with each thrust. you can feel his cock start to twitch inside of you. his moans getting higher, mixing with your own.Â
âfuck, baby, iâm gonna fucken cum,â heeseung tells you, his fingers rubbing your clit faster and harder.Â
âme too, me too.â you cry out, your eyes closing as the pleasure takes over you.Â
heeseungâs eyebrows furrowed together as the pleasure became too much for him, too. curses and moans fill up his bedroomâ entertain the audience thatâs watching you through the camera. he feels your walls clench harder around him than ever before as his cock starts to spurt his white sperm.Â
heeseung paints your walls with his cum as you grip his forearms tight. your second orgasm making your body feel numb from how good you feel. his thrusts finally stop as his grunts slow down. his cock rests inside of you as he lays on top of you. both of you catching your breaths and coming down from your highs for one second.Â
âfuck,â heeseung curses in your ear, his chest heaving against yours. he finally pulls out of you, both of you watching his cum slowly trickle out of your pussy. âgod thatâs so hot.â heeseung reaches down to swipe some of his cum.Â
you immediately open your mouth, wanting a taste of it. heeseung rests his fingers on your tongue, letting you taste his salty sperm. you moan around his fingers, sucking them dry of his cum.Â
âyouâre such a good girl.â heeseung grunts out, âyouâre gonna make me hard again.âÂ
you laugh around his fingers, âi wouldnât be opposed to that.âÂ
heeseung smirks at you and kisses you deeply. both of your eyes closing as you welcome the otherâs lips. the taste of heeseungâs cum not bothering either of you.Â
heeseung pulls away from you and is the first to stand up. he reaches over and tosses you his shirt to slip on before he heads back to his computer desk.Â
you easily slip on his shirt and pull his sheets and blanket over top of your bare legs.Â
âholy shit.â heeseung exclaims, pure shock and what almost sounds like fear in his voice.Â
âwhat?â you sit up in his bed properly, trying to look at his computer screen.Â
âthereâs 30,000 viewers right now.âÂ
âholy shit.â you cover your mouth. you had never had that many viewers before in your life. 30,000 viewers, itâs literally like yours and heeseungâs fan bases came together to view your live stream.Â
heeseung clears his throat, âuh, thank you guys so much, really. we hope you enjoyed, right?â he looks over at you from his shoulder.Â
âright, weâll see you next time, hopefully. thank you.âÂ
âright, because there definitely needs to be a next time.â heeseung winks and with a final wave he ends the stream. you notice the red light on the camera turns off.Â
you lay back in heeseungâs pillows, feeling tired as your legs gain back their strength. you hear heeseung hum gently as he fixes things on his computer, on his hluvsbabes account. you feel relaxed as you lay in his bed, wanting to sleep so bad.Â
âholy shit!â heeseung yells louder suddenly, his humming stopping as he pushes his chair back, standing up in only his boxers.Â
âwhat?â your heart races, concerned from his yelling. âwhat happened?â
ây/n,â heeseung turns to you with a silly grin on his face, âdo you know how much money we made off of that?âÂ
you sit up straight, leaning closer to him though heâs meters away, âhow much, heeseung.âÂ
heeseung canât contain his excitement when he states, â15k.âÂ
âoh my god!â you cover your mouth, not believing what youâre hearing. âyouâre fucking lying.âÂ
âno iâm not! come look!âÂ
you stand up, legs wobbling a bit, but heeseung catches your arm nonchalantly. bringing you over to sit in his chair again. there, on the computer screen, is the number 15,000$ in tips connected to the livestream you had finished.Â
âoh my god, heeseung!â you turn to him, your excitement meeting his. both of you wrap your arms around each other, your squeals filling the room as you rock side to side with excitement. â15k!âÂ
â15k!â heeseung shouts back as he pulls away slightly, his hands still on your waist.Â
ânow we definitely have to do it again.â you tease him.Â
heeseung smiles, but you notice his shoulders tense, âyeah, but before that,â heeseung swallows harshly, âcould we go on a date?âÂ
you sit up in his chair, wearing his shirt and nothing else, âwow, the hluvsbabes wants to go on a date with me.âÂ
âof course, i mean, i recently got a lot of money. so, i can spend it all on you.âÂ
you shove his shoulder with your hand, âof course iâll go on a date with you, heeseung.âÂ
âreally?â heeseung asks, his face lighting up so prettily.Â
âyeah, but only if you fuck me really good after.âÂ
âthat, i can definitely promise.â
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Everything has changed | H.J.
Pairing: Han Jisung x fem!reader
Summary: in a game party you find out that your friend, Jisung, might have a crush on you and after that night you might have developed a crush on him too.
Warnings: Han is a loser, awkwardness, jealousy, pool sex đ
đť, pussy eating, unprotected piv(don't do this at home), a bit of handjob.
Words count: Âą3,400
THIS CONTENT IS FOR +18 PEOPLE ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: I have some weird ass writers block right now(have been like this for months đ) but I'm not dead, I'm still alive and thinking about a hundred fics a day, I just don't seem to manage to write them đ¤âđť anyways, this fic was inspired in this post because Han Jisung got some crazy biceps going on here and I'm on my biceps biting era soooo đ
đť(don't come for me if it's trashy, I haven't written in a hundred years)
If you like my writing don't forget to reblog, comment and like too. xoxo love yall
âWhat do you think about Jisung?â Was the question Changbin asked when you chose truth in the game of truth or dare you were playing.
You smile sheepishly as all the boys stare at you excitedly and the girls have a little smirk on their lips, as if everyone knows something you don't.
âHm, he's niceâ, you shrug.
âYou know that's not what he meantâ, Ryujin says, raising a brow.
âWell, then be more specificâ, you roll your eyes.
âWould you fuck him?â Karina asks, making the whole group gasp with her bluntness. Your eyes dart to Jisung, who's as red as a tomato, his bottom lips are stuck between his teeth while he stares at you anxiously.
âThat's- I never thought about that, so I'm not sureâ, you answer nervously. Seeing Jisungâs shoulders go down and a pout form in his lips.
âThen, there's your answerâ, Karina shrugs, turning the bottle so someone else can go.
You were being truthful, you never thought about your friend in that way. You know he's handsome but you always avoid having second intentions with someone so close to you because you don't want to lose a friendship.
However, after that day and after seeing Jisung's reaction to your answer, you can't shake the feeling that maybe he's into you. You constantly catch his gaze lingering on you, when you guys are alone he keeps stuttering and even when your other friends are around, he treats you differently from them.
A few weekends after that night, Chan invites everyone to a get together in his house so everyone's going to sleep there after. Karina, Ryujin and Lia stop by your house in the early afternoon to get you so you can all go to Chan's together. When you get there, the guys are in the pool playing some sort of game, Felix and Changbin are on top of two floats, fighting while Minho is attacking Changbin with his water gun and Jisung is in the middle of both.
You stop in your tracks, watching as Jisung holds Changbins thighs, his biceps are deliciously showing and flexing as the older man falls out of the float and the younger one catches him, grabbing his bottom slightly but you can't help but wish you could be the one being grabbed by him like that.
Yes, you weren't lying that night when you said you had never thought about Jisung in that way. The problem is, that after you did, you couldn't stop. Everything he did from that night onwards caught your attention. His eyes on you, his lips, the way he smirks when someone says something dirty and he thinks no one's paying attention. The way every piece of fabric he wears hugs his body like it was made just for him. Your girlfriends are already onto you, they know something is off and they have the feeling that you finally opened your eyes to the puppy in love in your group of friends, but they decided not to say anything for now, afraid that they are going to scare you off and make you bury your new found attraction for Jisung deep in your heart, afraid to ruin your friendship.
You shake your head, listening to what the others are talking while you go inside to put your things in the guestroom Chan has prepared for you.
You spend the afternoon mostly just sunbathing while observing the guys joking around and other people arrive little by little taking your attention away from the pool.
While you eat, you can't help but notice a blonde laughing too loudly, catching your attention. She pushes Jisung playfully, throwing her head back, making you huff annoyed, you're sure what he said isn't even that funny.
âI'm gonna get some more beer, does anyone want something from the kitchen?â Jisung gets up, asking around.
âI'll helpâ, the blonde smiles, following him after some people ask for their beverage of choice and your eyes linger on his figure, as he walks away with the beautiful girl.
âOh, y/n, can you get some more napkins for us?â Ryujin asks. You frown, you're sure you just saw a mountain of napkins somewhere but you have no idea where it went as you look around and can't find it.
âSureâ, you nod, getting up to go to the kitchen.
As soon as you enter the house you can hear the giggles coming from the kitchen. You take a deep breath trying to gather the courage to go inside and see something you're not sure you want to.
The girl is close to Jisung, too close for her own good, attached to his arm, practically hanging on to him. You scowl, feeling the blood in your body boiling, if you weren't sure about your feelings for your friend, you are damn sure now seeing as you're basically foaming at the mouth with the view right in front of you.
Jisungs gaze lands on you immediately when you enter the kitchen, his eyes grow wide and he takes a step back, detaching himself from the girl.
âAm I interrupting?â You ask, knowing well that you are and ignoring the glare the blonde gives you.
âYe-â she tries to say, but is cut off by the man whose gaze hasn't left your figure since the moment you arrived.
âNoâ, he gulps, âwhat are you looking for?â Jisung asks.
âNapkinsâ, you say, tilting your head and leaning over the counter. Your elbows rest on the surface, purposely bringing attention to your chest.
âJust a minuteâ, Jisung gulps, turning around and opening the fridge. He takes out four cans of beer and gives it to the blonde. âYou can go back first, I'll bring the rest in a minuteâ
She looks at him for a whole 10 seconds, stunned and then huffs, marching out of there.
âYour girlfriend is lovelyâ, you tease him, walking around the counter to get closer to him.
âShe's not my girlfriendâ, he laughs sheepishly, âwe were just talkingâ
âI'm sure you wereâ, you say sarcastically and stare at him for a moment. âSo? The napkins?â You ask.
âOh, yeah! Yeah! Hereâ, he says, turning around to open the door to the cabinet on top of the sink.
Jisungâs arms look especially strong when he's flexing like that to pull the packages, it's something so mundane but it makes you blush the same way. He closes the door after and hands the products to you. âI'm going to get the beer for the others and follow you in a momentâ
You nod, realizing that everything is different now that you know that you like your friend. You like Han Jisung.
You wake up the next morning feeling like shit, you tossed and turned in your bed until you finally fell asleep. You thought about all the things that could go wrong now that you liked one of your friends. What if things didn't work out between you two, you're sure it would cause a rift on your friend group.
Most people went home after midnight, Chan lets only his close friends crash in his house so you know everyone that stayed the night. Lia is by your side, yapping about what you're planning to do in the afternoon while you bite into your bread and try to not freak out when Jisung shows up in the living room. You keep avoiding his eyes, like you're guilty of something, and you definitely are, guilty of liking one of your friends.
In the afternoon you go out with Ryujin, Felix and Hyunjin, you all wanna walk around in the city and buy some clothes you definitely don't need. In the car you stare outside, your friends notice you're dozing around but prefer to wait for you to tell them if something is wrong.
After buying a new bikini, you just accompany your friends in their shopping spree. When you have no more room in the car for any more bags, you finally sit to get something to eat and while you wait for your order, you seize the opportunity to ask what's been on your mind in the last hour.
âDoes Jisung like me?â You ask, you want to be sure that he doesn't want to just sleep with you.
âWhere did that come from?â Felix frowns.
âThat night I was asked if I would sleep with himâ, you blush, âI was just wondering if he likes me or just finds me attractiveâ
Below the table, your fingers are pressing and scratching one another, you're nervous.
âI thought it was pretty obviousâ, Hyunjin says, shrugging and getting elbowed by Felix.
âI don't think we are supposed to talk about thatâ, the younger one smiles awkwardly.
âOh, please. It's not like the guy has made any effort to keep it a secretâ, Ryujin rolls her eyes. âClearly y/n likes him, that's why she wants to knowâ, your friend completes, laughing as your eyes grow wide. âIt's not like you are making any effort to hide it eitherâ
âYes, he likes youâ, Hyunjin says, ignoring Felixâs worries, âbut he was very disheartened after that night when you said you never thought about him in that wayâ
âIt's a lie, but you don't need to know thatâ, he thinks to himself. Hyunjin is much more experienced in the love field, opposite to you and Jisung, so he knows you just need a little push for things to start working out and he doesn't mind being the one shoving you to each other.
âOhâ, that's all you can say.
That means maybe he doesn't like you anymore, right? That girl from the other night was very pretty, maybe she's his new type. She looked very girly and soft, you don't know if you would be considered any of that. Most importantly, she was clearly interested in him, maybe he wants to go after someone who doesn't reject him in front of everyone he knows.
You toss and turn once more in bed, Ryujin is sleeping right next to you and you're afraid of waking her up because you can't sleep. Your mind is so full of thoughts, a million per hour and you just can't stop thinking about how you ruined everything with the guy you like.
Even with the AC turned on, you're still hot and since you don't want to wake up anyone, you silently grab your bikini, putting it on before going to the pool.
You didn't expect to find Jisung there, he's just floating in the water with a pout on his lips and eyes closed, maybe he fell asleep?
You sit comfortably on the edge of the pool, putting only your feet in the water and watching Jisung. After a few minutes of complete stillness, the man opens his eyes, taking a deep breath and sinking into the water.
He comes back a few seconds later, back turned to you and you can't help but watch him. His back is muscular, broad shoulders with a tiny waist. When he turns around, he flinches, seeing you there, staring at him.
âI didn't mean to scare youâ, you chuckle.
âIt's fineâ, he scratches the back of his head, âI thought I was the only one still awakeâ
âIt's really hot, I couldn't sleepâ, you say, it's not the whole truth but you're not sure if you want him to know that he's the reason you're still wide awake.
He nods, awkwardly looking around while his hands play with the water. Since that game, you both have been feeling weird near each other, you for discovering these new emotions towards your friend and him for being embarrassed that you knew about his one sided crush.
âMaybe it's worth itâ, you think to yourself. He already risked it all when he let you know about his crush, it's not the end of the world if he doesn't like you anymore, you just have to ask.
âAbout that nightâŚâ, you ask out of nowhere with a courage you have no idea where it came from. âDo you still like me?â
Jisung opens his mouth a few times, closing it right after, not knowing what to say. He takes a deep breath before answering.
âI'm sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or anythingâ, he sighs.
âDo you still like me?â You frown, repeating your question.
âYeah, I doâ, he shrugs, embarrassed.
âI never thought about you that way beforeâ, you say, seeing the pout growing in his lips, âbut after that night I kinda didâ
Jisung stares at you for a minute before speaking again.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean that I like you backâ, you feel your whole face heating while you wait for him to react. You both are still far from each other, Jisung in the middle of the pool while you're at the edge. His eyes grow wide and his lips open like he has something to say but doesn't know how.
He starts coming close to you, your heart beating faster as the distance between you both lessens, until the man stops in front of you, his hands landing on each side of your thighs but still not touching.
âCan you repeat that?â He blushes, âI don't want you to say you like me back just because you pity meâ, he bites on his bottom lip and you smile. You cup his face with your hands, bending down so you can kiss him. His lips are soft and he tastes good, sweet, like something you would never get tired of. His hands finally touch your skin, sliding to your thighs and squeezing the plushy flesh.
âIf you knew me at all, you'd know I would never lie about liking someoneâ, you let go of him, smiling and giving him a peck before growing the distance between your faces.
âI just really like youâ, he blushes, biting his bottom lip, finally letting his gaze travel down your body, going through your tits pushed up by the bikini top and going down your stomach, until it reaches your bikini bottom, his hands squeezing your thighs even more to the view of your body in front of him.
âIs that so?â You smirk, âshow me thenâ, you smile, bending down to whisper in his ear. âShow me how much you like meâ
Jisung doesn't waste any time, grabbing your face with only one hand and squeezing your cheeks, kissing you harshly. His other hand slides up, pulling the strings of your bikini bottom so he can untie the bow. He pulls away from you, leaving kisses down your neck, he has his hand down on your pussy, putting on a finger and watching your reaction to it.
You moan, grinding your hips against his hand so you can feel him deeper. Jisung has his mouth slightly opened, dazed with the little whimpers you let out when he adds another finger inside you. Your hands go instantly to his shoulders, nails burying in his skin while his other hand unties the top of your bikini, freeing your tits. Jisung watches them bounce with his bottom lip stuck between his teeth. He can't help himself, coming closer, his mouth closing on your left breast, his tongue playing with your nipple, making you moan.
His thumb slides to your clit and you bite on your bottom lip, trying not to make too much noise â at least not more than you're already making.
The man smiles, kissing down your stomach, getting closer to your pussy and you can feel his breath hitting the skin, making you tremble.
He licks a stripe between your folds, your hands fly to his hair pulling the locks. Jisung's hands slide to your thighs, pulling you more to the edge of the pool. Putting your legs over his shoulders and grabbing your ass so he can eat you out more intensely.
He looks like a man starved, the way he groans and moans just by feeling your taste. Jisung is so turned on he could come just by feeling your tight pussy in his mouth. The sounds you make are divine, he can't believe he gets to hear you like this, because of him, just for him.
âI- I'm gonna-â, you can't even finish your sentence, moaning the moment you try to say more than three words.
âCome for me, babyâ, he stops eating you out just to say it, going back to work as soon as the words leave his mouth, he stares at you intensely from down there, working even harder and making you come undone in his mouth.
You take a few deep breaths, eyes closed. You can't believe how good he's at this and it also makes you a bit jealous, how did he get so good?
You watch as the man cleans around his mouth with his thumb, immediately taking the finger to his mouth to lick it clean and you hold the moan that wants to escape your mouth.
âDo you want to keep going?â He asks, not expecting you to but hoping that you do.
You nod, untying the other side of your bikini bottom, throwing the piece of fabric behind you.
You take Jisung's hands in yours, guiding them to your waist as you push yourself into the water. The man holds you, kissing your lips as soon as you are close enough to him. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your thighs when he pulls you towards him, wanting to feel your body on his and you can feel the heat growing all over your body again.
You slide your hand inside his shorts, grabbing his dick and making him whimper in your mouth. You bite on his bottom lip, your hand makes movements of back and forth, making Jisung bend down and bite your shoulder, trying to suppress his moan. You groan, it feels good having him so close to you, marking you as his.
You pull his shorts down all the way down, pushing yourself up and wrapping your legs around his hips. Jisung grabs his cock, rubbing his tip on your entrance, slightly teasing your clit.
âAre you sure about this?â He groans, trying to control himself, âafter this I won't let you goâ
You nod, closing your eyes in anticipation.
âWordsâ, he whispers, barely being able to hold himself back.
âFuck.me.nowâ, you say with gritted teeth, opening your eyes to stare at him, holding onto his shoulders when he finally enters you.
You feel like heaven when he's inside you, your velvet walls tightening around him make him groan.
âShitâ, he cusses, biting on his bottom lip. âYou're so hotâ, he gets closer, kissing you deeply. His lips are so soft, you could never get over it.
Jisung starts thrusting, wrapping his arms around your waist to bring you closer, fucking you deeper.
Your hands slide to his hair, pulling the locks while his lips go down your neck. He bites on your skin, sucking the area until it's red and you're sure it's gonna leave a mark. One of his hands goes to your clit, rubbing the bud, making you get closer to your climax.
âI'm closeâ, he says, his thrusts faster and his fingers working diligently.
âI'm close tooâ, you say, kissing him, feeling his thrusts getting sloppier. You feel the hot liquid being spilled inside you, but he doesn't stop. Jisung keeps going, putting more pressure into your clit until you're trembling around him. He whimpers in your mouth, his hips faltering and both of your breaths growing tired.
He rests his head on your shoulder for a few seconds, before moving away from you, staring at you like you're going to fight him and run off.
âI guess you like me a lotâ, you smirk, watching him blush and smile.
âDo you wanna go out with me?â He asks, biting on his bottom lip.
âI thought you'd never askâ, you smile, giving him a peck on the lips. âI even already have the reason for our first fightâ, you raise one brow, laughing as his eyes grow wide.
âWhat?â
âYou are going to have to explain to me how you got so good at eating pussyâ, you tease and he smiles.
âI guess I'm just a naturalâ, he shrugs, making you shake your head in amusement and kiss him.
You could get used to this, you definitely can.
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A Peek Into Your Future Personâs Midnight Thoughts (NSFW) - Timeless âł
From left to right. Itâs the one you canât take your eyes off of.
Batman wouldnât get this info out of âem. What are they thinking about when they text you good night? These are the fantasies theyâre too shy to share. No spiritual identities were revealed. (Minors DNI)
Note: This does not necessarily have to align with your kinks. This is what your future person wishes they could do to you.
Must do before you choose: Clear your mind. Time is now patient and still. Close your eyes, inhale deeply, fill your chest up to the fullest, feel the soft air brush up against the ridges of your nose. Breathe out. You may now begin.
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Pile 1. âYeah? Say that again. I dare you.â
straight up strength kink. trapping you between their arms (thank you kim mingyu for the inspo and energy)
you could share a (huge) height difference with this person and it makes them want to protect you
they either have a muscular build or are very much taller than you. a lot of fs in this pile have both. especially working out the arms.
they like to see you feisty so that they have a reason to conquer yo ass
HEAVILY thinks about pushing you against a wall (a beige-colored wall, in particular) in a hotel room and fucking you against it
the type of person to edge you so much that you start crying
this person may have given you hints or will you give signs of their kinks before, so you will get the idea that they have a brat taming kink
will purposefully try to piss you off to get you all hotheaded and feisty. they really want to test your limits so that you âtryâ and âteach them a lessonâ or âintimidate themâ with a finger to their chest and everythingâlike âjust bc youâre bigger than me doesnât mean you can keep pissing me off.â itâs laughable for them bc this is what they wanted. theyâll let this build up for a little more, keep trying to rile you upâŚUNTIL it explodes and they finally show you whoâs really in charge. you may or may not of like this but youâll be blushing like crazy lmfao
they tend to go for types that are too easy to overpower physically. itâs even cuter if youâre shorter than them and very obviously canât take them down
fantasizes about holding you down/keeping you stationed while going down on you
this person might be hairy. think of a human to werewolf transformation. a good 50% of you will encounter someone completely clean shaven, sophisticated looking, keeps composure so damn well, but has reallllly freaky desires and fantasies. you wouldnât be able to tell. the hints are subtle tho and will come up in their everyday actions towards you. (example: cleaning up after you or watching out for you, holding you close when a stranger approachesâŚiâll add more in the points of interest đ¤§)
holy shitâŚlisten, if this is a sibling of someone you know, theyâll def fantasize abt fucking you with said sibling(s)/family members around, sneaking around the family house, doing it in risky places and times (have mercy!!!) â ex: cupping your mouth while they go down on you or tease you like âyou donât want them to find out, do you? keep quiet for meâ
theyâd love to hold your jaw in place and make you look at them while they pleasure you
wouldnât feel ashamed or embarrassed for making you moan too loud. if youre at an event, they get off on people hearing you â doesnât matter if your parents or the elderly hear it
this person really gets off on the idea of having sex in public. theyâre a true exhibitionist :)
(expanding off my previous point) most of the fs in this pile donât getâŚjealous?? like very âlook but donât touchâ type of person when it comes to you; they know people donât dare to compete with them. this person is very confident in where they stand in your life. if you ever suggest bringing in someone to watch you guys, they would be okay with the idea. now, a very small percentage are extremely possessive in this pile, but the idea is the same. iâm not ignoring them but only mentioning them slightly bc the small percentage want you to at least be aware that theyâre capable of feeling extreme possessiveness (reminder: not the same as jealousy). as long as people know that you guys are together (and itâs been made obvious) and donât try to cross the line or make passes at you, pile 1 fs is confident enough and typically doesnât feel the need to prove more
^^ but i will say that some subtle signs of jealousy include trying to look superior to other âthreatsâ to your relationship
stay with me now. they fantasize about you trying your best- whatever that means ?!?! bc of the height difference, if you get sassy with them or even get annoyed at them, all they do is just smirk and make it known that youâre just a doll to them (to keep it very vague w you).
honestly this person would be down to take you anywhere. for some reason, they always want people to know you guys are fucking so they think about doing it in public a lot. this person could work on just simply having nice slow sensual sex in the bedroom tho. i think itâs just cuz they crave the thrill and itâs a fat ego boost. but cmonâŚitâs nice to just have some chill loving sex once in a while (iâm nudging their spirit abt it)
you guys could be TOTAL opposites and have an enemy-to-lovers trope going on. OR extremely similar feisty, fiery personalities. some people here have a fwb or ewb kind of relationship w them already OR one of you has fantasized abt it
they could honestly give you a whole list of what they like and want to do to you but would rather show you (theyâre pretty impatient). they need to know youâre wanting- no- craving the same thing- that you want them as much as they want you
points of interest: teasing to NO end (in bed and out); has a habit of calling you pet names (even when not in a relationship w you) or nicknames; tall; height difference; possible mbti: very VERY estp, entj, a tiny bit of estj vibes; your front or back against the wall; take you down - chris brown; backshots; hands behind head, âtry it. i dare youâ; âyouâre not that strongâ (idk who- either you or your person says this in hopes to rile the other up); tickle fights or play fighting that leads toâŚother things đ; a friendâs sibling, unexpected or forbidden relationships; going down on you in a closet at a family vacation home (?!?! damn)
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Pile 2. âTreat me like your doll.â
you or this person could be a switch, but regardless, you will have many chances to take charge
the bondage is too obvious in this pile. they also may have body image issues
this person could be sub-leaning tbh. probably struggles making eye contact with you during the deed or just in general (w/ you or people)
wants to please you and be used by you
masochistic as hell
someone here struggles with very obvious self esteem issues, but through this relationship and learning how to trust and be vulnerable, you will both heal each other on a deeeeeply emotional level. you will make this person feel comfortable in what they fantasize about and this will be reciprocated
for some in this pile, like a good 45% of people, your fs may have dealt with sexual guilt growing up. (for a second, i felt like saying more but itâs safer for me to keep it vague for their sake.) this is reallll vague, so iâll try to word it more carefullyâŚthe guilt can come from a plethora of thingsâŚ
yk what would be beneficial for them? if you pleasured them while making them look in the mirror
this person is pretty shy with expressing their sexual desires. for many, this could be their first time, or just extremely inexperienced (but they feel embarrassed to admit that)
listen, the emotional sex will be insane. crying, lots of loveâif youâre into dacryphilia, this will be your jam
trust is so important for them. also looking at each otherâs eyes while going at it
deep long kisses that fade into sloppier, more desperate and needy ones (coming from more of their side)
idk how to explain this kink but itâs likeâŚgetting off to something you canât have? theyâd feel guilty about touching themselves to the thought of you (during the time youâre not yet dating each other) and that mental image would spiral into picturing you standing in front of them and just watching them get off to you while theyâre on their knees. they see you as someone to be worshipped. theyâll be begging and possibly crying for you to let them cum
yk the deeper i dig into this, the more emotional it gets. i think this person is a huge people pleaser and has found it hard to be loved in this life time. but no worries, bc this relationship will help you both connect and become vulnerable. as long as youâre confident in yourself and carry a normal to high self esteem, you should be great in the relationship
mommy/daddy kink (it doesnât mention who will be what but itâs def gonna be something theyâll be shy to confess), loves praise, collars (being collared), being your pet
this person would thank you for touching them. they could get pretty poetic in bed when edged for hours and under so much exposure
they def have the ability to be more dominant, but youâd really have to reel it out of them; theyâre afraid of messing up
on the other hand, degradation will work wonders on them as long as you soothe those wounds later. praise and degradation will change this personâs life lmfao, as long as your timing is right
theyâll touch themselves thinking about soft and sensual, sensitive and teasing sexual acts, like mutual masturbation or if you use your hand to get them off while peppering their jaw with kisses
very sensitive person so their has to be a lot of trust between you to unlock theâŚfreakier stuff (which is why iâll cut it short. this is all theyâre giving you for now đđ¤)
points of interest: pinkie promises, very in tune with their feminine energy, âyouâll be here forever, right?â, very soft person with an insane sex drive, shy, doesnât ask for much- just wants you to be there with them, quietly existing, kinda reminds me of those emo kids who date and kiss in the corner (but you guys will be engaging in no such cringe, esp not in public), shyly clings onto your hand, HOODIES hoodies hoodies, cool toned filters on pictures, matching clothes or accessories- iâm getting one person has a lock and the other with a key, collars with a heart on it, likes when someone gets possessive over them, will unintentionally spill their thoughts and ideas and then apologizes for ramblingâŚi feel like a lot of you in this pile relate to them a lotâŚlike very similar in personality or smthâŚlot of similarities (even subtle or suppressed parts of your personality), i really donât think youâd be able to tell theyâre a secret freak (maybe thru the way they dress but by personality, prob not), very artistic people- whatever art form they love or seek comfort from, you will find this very attractive and unique
- very small note: i realize that i donât feel the need to correct the commas and make them semi-colons to show the list. i think itâs their energy being very forgiving and that they donât care if you mess up (lowkey itâs bc theyâre used to being hurt đ). very unlikely to call out your mistakes. they just want you to be there with them, to love them of their flaws. they will undoubtedly do the same. they just donât want you to leave them.
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Pile 3. If you look at them, youâll laugh.
ok right of the bat, you guys are unarguably the most ânontoxicâ, healthy, but also vanilla relationship out of the piles đđ
this person doesnât have too many crazy ideas or thoughts when they think about sex tbh. they also donât watch porn or at least are not addicted to it. very vanilla person with a normal sex drive
they prob get off like once or twice a day but sex to them is a bonding activity with you filled with laughter and some jokes (which both of you could work on if you want to ever engage in more kinky and dark stuff, esp since it could be hard for you to get serious and in the mood)
^^ like if youâre being handcuffed and youâre ticklish, this person will tickle you (unless you like this being done, it could mess with the sensual moment a bit đ
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very gentle person. thinks about caressing your body
very affectionate and wants to tend to your needs. the last thing they want to do is have you in tears after sex (unless itâs happy tears)
theyâre mostly serious with sex when theyâre touching themselves alone (if youâre not physically there)
if youâre doing long distance, theyâll wait to have sex w you rather than touch themselves
donât get me wrong yk theyâre down to doing the freaky stuff too- but i think you guys are so in the âbest friendsâ laughing with each other all the time, it could get unserious real quick đđ if youâre okay with that, things should be ok for you đ
open to engaging in all sorts of kinks and sexual fun, but they prefer it to be with you and not with another person involved. not that theyre judgmental of it, they just donât want to have sex with others watch you guys or having another person/people involved. they prefer it to just be the 2 of you
so much laughing, too many good vibes, theyâre completely enamored by you
you could share a similar personality to each other, but weirdly, without disrupting the balance
just touching your skin and cuddling for hours = sex for them
points of interest: EXTREMELY LOYAL; canât see anyone in this world but you; loves what you think are your flaws; massaging your feet; caressing your body fat; will go wherever you want to go and theyâd plan the trip too if youâd like; very kind personâso nice that they could try to help everyone- they donât look at these as bad things at all; animal person; theyâre as warm as they look; it would take a long time to piss this person off bc theyâre that understanding; they could come off as too positive and naive tho, if youâre like âdonât you see that person was trying to scam you?â and theyâd shrug, pull you close with a grin and be like âitâs okay. they probably needed that money. i donât mind đââď¸â, very precious soul, not into polygamous relationships
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Teddy Note: Sorry guys I forgot my little ending speech so Iâm going back to add it here- THANK YOU for taking the time to read this. I hope your day is going smoothly and if not, no worries, we got tomorrow. Take what resonates and leave what doesnât. I love that saying when any reader says it. Energy can seriously follow you if you dwell on it too much, while thinking about it negatively. Again, thanks for joining me on my readings if youâre new here :)
Have a good one guys. Teddy out đđđ
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match made in heaven (ken sato x fem!reader)
Summary: You were Professor Satoâs research assistant and your apartment just got destroyed by Ultraman.
Somehow, this led to a matchmaking project between you and the infamous baseball player, Ken Sato.
Word count: 6,887
A/N: I yap a lot when it comes to writing. Just writing this because the Ken Sato brainrot is too damn strong. Just a bunch of gibberish. Not my best but currently too hung up on Kenji. Includes mention of Professor Sato, Mina and Emi (definitely having baby fever because of her).
Ken Sato.
His name was a staple in your daily life, yet you had never met the man face to face.
The moment you thought you had escaped from hearing the broken recording of his name, it was brought up once again as the news of him returning to Japan plastered the news.
You rolled your eyes at the screen, but were careful enough not to let the old man hunched over the table, poring over some papers on Kaiju, see you.
Well, you could not exactly tell the father that you were tired of hearing his sonâs name everywhere, could you?
âProfessor Sato,â you started. âI shall take my leave for today.â
âAh yes, sure. Please have a safe journey back home. Iâm sorry this old man canât send you back safely,â he replied, to which you quickly dismissed.
âProfessor, Iâll be fine.â You chuckled lightly, âIn case you have forgotten, Iâm already 26. Iâm already an adult. No longer the wide-eyed, 17-year-old you first took under your wing.â
He gave out a breathy laugh, sniffling as you knew whatâs going to come out of his mouth next. You resisted the urge to stop him, purely out of respect.
âKenji is the same age as you. I wish you could meet him, but that child is very stubborn. He wouldnât even answer my calls, let alone meet me.â He paused, as if thinking of the next sentence, but went against it.
You only smiled weakly, the only response youâd always given when he mentioned his sonâs name. You took this as a sign to leave before bowing and setting off to your apartment.
You didnât have the heart to tell him that you were tired of listening to that manâs name every single time. Yes, you knew that it was Professor Satoâs guilt that kept him talking about his son, but the more you heard about him, the more you found him less likeable.
He came back to Japan, yet he did not even contact his father even once? Yet Professor Sato would talk about him every day.
You knew nothing about baseball, and did not care to find out, but the appearance of Ken Sato forced you to learn that heâs apparently about to be the saviour for the Giants.
You sighed, stopping under the night sky as you watched people milling about the streets.
You were an ambitious girl who had a deep interest in Kaiju and without shame, Ultraman. Ultraman was the first hero you knew and grew up with, so imagine the elation you felt when you found out that Professor Sato was affiliated with both. He agreed to take you under his wing with the condition that you finished your degree, so the moment you had gotten your scroll you showed up in front of him, eager to start.
He probably couldnât turn you away considering how you seemed⌠pitiful. Yup, thatâs probably the word.
You enjoyed working as his research assistant, but found out soon enough that he was a lonely man who missed his wife and son dearly. He was a father figure to you, considering that you were orphaned at a young age.
It was a peaceful night.
Well, if you consider the scene of Neronga choking Ultraman as a peaceful night.
Correction: It was supposed to be a peaceful night.
You stepped back as the gigantic hero got slammed into another building, destroying yet another public property. You winced as it was obvious that the hero was not upholding the principles and seemed more like he was trying to destroy as much as he could.
The thing that irritated you the most? You knew exactly who it was under that suit.
You shook your head, not even bothering to see how the fight would go. You were 100% sure the KDF would be gunning down the Kaiju in no time.
You set off again, mildly hoping that your apartment did not get obliterated in the chaos, or you would definitely hunt that baseball player down.
It was hard to ignore the fight when two giants were stomping around the city, and you dropped dramatically on your knees when you saw Ultraman being launched in the direction of your building.
âNo-â you weakly said, knowing that your voice was merely a speck of hopelessness among the gasps of the crowd, Ultramanâs groan and Nerongaâs roar. From behind your glasses, a tear rolled down your face as you saw your apartment building crumbling, all thanks to that stupid, cocky, asshole of a baseball player.
Now thanks to Professor Satoâs beloved son, you were homeless.
***
Maybe it was your lack of sleep from worrying about how the progress of rebuilding your house went, because you were dragged by Professor Sato at 2 in the morning to the secret base, facing a scene that you promptly found ridiculous.
Right, seeing the giant hero hunched over in front of you was no surprise because you knew exactly who it was. A little bit weird how heâs here considering his relationship with his father, but that wouldnât be an issue.
But what was an issue was that the said giant was cradling an equally gigantic pink baby Kaiju and was- you took a step back.
Something must had happened because Ken Sato was crying in front of you. Not the scene youâd expect in the morning while being sleep-deprived.
Your mind was only registering the words âinjuredâ, âneed helpâ and the rest was a blur as Professor Sato helped in correcting the fracture in the Kaijuâs arm. The Kaiju was calmed down, brought to sleep and you could not help but smile at the sleeping baby.
Part of the reason you were still there was because you found the baby Kaiju so adorable with her chubby cheeks and twitterings.
Another part was because you were curious to see (discreetly, of course, under the pretext of looking over the Kaiju) the dynamic between Ultradad and well, the son. You were facing the Kaiju but you were straining your ears to eavesdrop on the conversation.
âDoing this-â you picked up a sentence, -âdoesnât suddenly make you Ultradad.â
You felt slightly perturbed. Kenji came in here pleading while crying, Professor Sato helped him without any questions yet the son was barely grateful for it.
But you knew youâre no one to be meddling in their family affairs.
So you kept quiet, straining your ears with Mina - the robot - hovering nearby.
Your mind wandered to whether it would be plausible for you to chip in a request for Ken Satoâs autograph and sell it high to make up for the costs of your destroyed apartment.
Thatâs the least he could do after reducing your safe space into rubble.
You snapped back to the present as you heard your name being called, and was greeted with the sight of a smiling father and a son looking like heâd love to be anywhere but here.
Ken Sato was not smiling, but he didnât look like he hated you either.
The next thing you knew was that you were left alone with Ken, and you couldnât help but think Professor Sato had a hidden agenda because he left with a chuckle. Even Mina was nowhere in sight.
What could I possibly say to this man Iâve never met before?
The young man in front of you looked starkly different from the confident, boastful man you had seen in interviews. Instead, he seemed more like a sad excuse who looked so distraught you swore you could see him shrinking.
âSo uh-â he started, scratching his head with an awkward smile. âY/N⌠right?â
Your eyebrows lifted at the mention of your name.
âDad told me about your apartment.â He grimaced. âIâm sorry.â
You clicked your tongue. âOther than the fact that I became homeless, itâs no issue.â
You did not intend it to be a joke, but it seemed that the only immediate response he could give was to laugh awkwardly, before he buried his face in his hands. âGod- Iâm so- sorry.â He pried his fingers slightly to look at you, before continuing. âI came back to Japan because dad wanted me to continue this- I donât know what you call this. Legacy?â
Your eyes trailed his movements; you got slightly startled as he suddenly sprang up and you pushed back your glasses.
âHigh hopes from everyone ever since I started playing for the Giants, dad wanting me to become Ultraman and-â he sighed exasperatedly, âit was too much.â
You rubbed the tip of your nose before shrugging. âWell, you did seem confident while you were on TV. If you ask me, you gave them that confidence.â
He left his mouth slightly hanging open as he didnât expect you to give it to him straight.
You continued, âUltraman is a hero for some, if not all. Some of them may not care. But all,â your eyes collided with his as he plopped back down onto the sofa, âdonât know who is under that suit. All they know is Ultraman is supposed to be the hero protecting the city with-â you pressed your lips into a thin line, â-minimal damage.â
He blinked. Did he look like he wanted to cry again?
The corner of your lips lifted up slightly, but you quickly switched it off as he looked at you imploringly.
You raised your hands shoulder-level, hiding a yawn before managing. âDonât expect me to become your counsellor, but what Iâm saying is, when youâre Ken Sato, the baseball player, of course theyâd expect you to play well. When youâre Ultraman, people expect you to be the hero.â You interlinked your fingers. âThey donât see you becoming both at the same time. And now, you added another point to your resume. You became a single dad.â
He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. He sucked in his lower lip and for the first time ever you thought that maybe Professor Satoâs son wasnât that bad at all, both personality and lookwise.
âI canât comment much about what you feel about your father. I wonât deny that my opinion on you was formed only based on what I saw, but I now know that you must have had a reason why you acted that way to your father.â You shrugged. âI saw a lonely father and a distant son. Because I spent almost all of my time with Professor Sato, please trust me, he talks about you every single day.â You spread your arms, âYour father talked about you, the TV was blaring news about you 24/7 and I was exhausted hearing your name all the time.â
He didnât seem offended, but was merely focusing on the one sentence. âMy father talks about me every day?â
âEvery day,â you breathed. âYou and your mother.â You smiled, âHe never stopped thinking about both of you.â
âHuh.â It seemed like he didnât know how to react.
This time, you couldnât help but yawn so you got up quickly, intending to leave the base. If the conversation wasnât finishing, you were sure you were about to finish it. Your eyelids couldnât hold much longer.
It was nice having a talk with this infamous baseball player and it sure did change your perspective of him.
He looked on, confused, as you gave a slight nod before heading towards the exit.
âHey-â he started, doing a slight jog to catch up to you, who was almost asleep standing up. He gently grabbed the strap of your sling bag, and you snapped your eyes open. He retracted his hand, citing, âSorry. But where do you think youâre going?â
It was your turn to look confused. âHome?â You said it as a question rather than a statement. âWait,â you tracked back, ânot home. My temporary home at the inn down the road because,â you giggled, clearly drunk from the lack of sleep, âUltraman destroyed my home.â
âAnd because Ultraman destroyed your home, youâre staying with me,â he said smoothly, slightly nudging your back with his shoulder. Clearly he struggled as you were much shorter than him.
âWith you?â You had no idea where the idea was going yet so you shook your head. âWhy would I want to stay with you?â
He took a step back and tugged at the strap of your sling back, essentially dragging you with him. âDonât misunderstand. Dadâs staying with me as well, we have Mina and youâre joining me because we need to train her.â
âWait, wait, wait.â You slapped a hand on his shoulder, but he was still holding on strong to the strap. âWe? Her? What are we even talking about?â
You were clearly guided by him as you found yourself standing underneath his gaze in front of the Kaijuâs enclosure.
âWe as in you, me, dad and Mina.â He nodded, looking satisfied. âHer as in this baby.â He did a show of hands towards the sleeping Kaiju.
You grimaced. âSir, I did say that my perspective on you has changed, but that doesnât mean youâre dragging me with you.â
âYouâre my dadâs research assistant, right?â
You narrowed your eyes at him. âYesâŚâ You didnât like where this is going.
âYou donât have a house⌠yet.â
âYesâŚâ
You took a step back, and what you could describe him now was as a puppy as he imitated your actions. There was a twinkle in his eyes as he leaned down to level his eyes with yours before saying, âYour boss is here, and you currently have no home to go back to. So why not? Take it as me being sorry for destroying your house as well. Deal?â He put out his hand to give you a shake.
You laughed nervously. âAnd what is it in for meâŚ?â
âYou⌠get to live in the same house as Ken Sato?â
âNice, yay,â you said flatly. You rolled your eyes. âNo.â
âOh come on,â he groaned. âI feel bad.â
âThereâs no need for you to feel bad, okay. I put that behind me, whatever.â You threw your hands in the air. âIâm going, bye.â You turned around, ready to leave.
âIâll give you my autograph, as many as youâd like,â he quickly chipped in. âSigned possession, whatever you want.â He grinned in satisfaction as he saw you stop in your tracks and you quickly turned around. âIt sells. A lot.â
âHmmâŚâ You seemed to consider it before you shook your head. âYour reputation lately isnât the best so to sell them might be a bit hardâŚâ You trailed off, clearly more of an effort to swat him away since you did think about it.
You couldnât deny, it was a nice offer. But you were more worried about how you would cope, considering that you may have found him slightly attractiveâŚ
âIâm sure dad would be happy for you to stay here as well?â
You gritted your teeth. First time meeting him in real life and he already knew your weakness. He knew that using his fatherâs name would cause you to waver.
Still, you held on to your decision.
âNo-â
He blinked slowly, and you heard the baby Kaiju stir in her sleep.
You ran your eyes towards the Kaiju before sighing. There was one thing you were interested in.
No, not the man in front of you.
You walked over to the enclosure. âHow is she with strangers?â
Kenji popped up beside you before winking. âIf I say the stranger is a friend, youâll be glad to have her around.â
You took a moment to think, weighing the pros and cons. âFull privacy? Separate bathrooms?â
He scratched the nape of his neck. âWell, there is one separate bathroom for the guests but the showerâs faulty.â Something dawned on his face as he just realised this. âThe only working shower is in, uh, my room.â
You stared back at him. âSo there is a chance I might run into you naked?â
âIâll preserve my dignity.â He paused. âYou know what, take my room. I can use the guest room.â
You chuckled, taking his hand in a forced handshake. âFine, deal.â
He looked surprised, but trailed after you as both of you took the ride up. âWait, what was the dealbreaker? Because of the Kaiju? The room? The-â he looked at you almost accusingly. â-chance of seeing the Ken Sato naked-â
âShh-â you clamped a hand over his mouth in an attempt to silence him just as the entrance pried open, revealing a smiling Professor Sato.
âDad,â Ken said in a muffled voice, and you pulled back from covering his mouth. âDad,â he tried again. âShe agreed to staying here.â
You looked at the professor from the corner of your eyes. So it was his doing. You wondered what the father had held over his sonâs head to make him obey.
âCan I retire for the night?â You did an exaggerated show of stretching. âIâm becoming delirious from the lack of sleep.â
âRoomâs to your right,â Ken offered.
âMake sure to lock the door,â Mina reminded you.
âMina,â Ken groaned. âWhat are you implying?â
âJust general safety measures. Ken-â she hovered near the baseball player, â-are you okay? Your heartbeat is increasing-â
He groaned. âIâm fine, Mina. Iâll be using the guest room.â
Both of you went separate ways, leaving Professor Sato and Mina in the living room.
Professor Sato whispered, âMina, status report on the project.â
Mina obediently replied, âMatchmaking project is showing positive progress. We can expect to see rapid progress in the next few weeks.â
***
Training and taking care of the baby Kaiju - which the professor had named Emi - was no easy feat. Contributed by your almost non-existent stamina, you were left cheering from the sides as mostly Ken and Emi did all kinds of simulation to train her. Dealing with a 20-feet monster was not on your bucket list, but you had proudly ticked it off mentally.
You heard whooping from the two and you held onto your bottle as the ground shook when Emi jumped up and down. Subconsciously, you smiled as you saw Ken cheering for the baby, and he almost got crushed when Emi gave his human form a high-five.
You quietly went up the lift as Ken was fussing over Emi to make her go to sleep. You plopped down on the sofa, switched on the TV and to no surprise, his name decorated the evening news.
Ken Sato showing good progressâŚ
Ken Sato showing a more mature sideâŚ
Ken Sato helping the Giants to pick themselves back upâŚ
âI definitely look better in person,â Kenâs voice came from behind and you could feel his presence near you. âMay I?â He asked for permission to sit beside you but both of you knew the answer as he plopped down right next to you.
You see, these are the small things that could make you wonder whether heâs doing it on purpose or he really had no idea how they affected you.
You gulped when you could feel his knee bumping against yours, or when he casually put his arm on the back of the sofa across your shoulders. There was no contact but there might as well be something because you felt like your heart would jump right out.
Your romantic encounter with a guy was only as far as a guy who called you a creep because you were following him. That day, you were navigating the world half-blind because you broke your glasses and it seemed that he was going to your destination. Sure, you admitted that it was your fault and you apologised profusely, but that made you avoid taking the train for at least two weeks.
You got startled when Ken pressed a cold can on your cheek. The corner of your eyes caught the words âCOCONUT WATERâ. Remembering how Mina had essentially pestered Ken to drink coconut water as a âhealthy optionâ, you smiled. Mina had also reminded Ken multiple times that because you didnât drink, never, ever offer you a can of beer.
âNah,â you refuted. âYou look better on screen.â You imitated taking a camera shot of his face before chiding. âUp near youâre justâŚâ You trailed off.
âJust what?â He asked, prying open his can of coconut water. Without asking, he took yours before helping to open it up for you.
This. These small gestures were what convinced you that you were turning crazy.
âUgly,â you supplemented.
âHey, play nice,â he tapped the opened can on your cheek before shoving it into your hand.
You chuckled, taking a gulp of the drink before both of you basked in silence. To him, it was a comfortable silence but to you, you were currently hoping that your heartbeat would just⌠stop.
You thought that maybe spending time and living together with Ken Sato would further confirm that you hated his guts, but so far, you were only getting the opposite effect. You were sure there was some character development somewhere⌠from that first moment he destroyed your house to that moment you met him again as he was cradling Emi.
You hated this growing feeling you had towards him and itâs so painfully obvious what Professor Sato (and Mina) were planning on doing to both of you.
The worst part was it seemed like itâs either: 1. Ken was too oblivious, or 2. He knew, but didnât want to entertain the thought.
Was it a better idea to just leave? They did say your house would be finished being rebuilt in a few days.
âSoâŚâ you croaked. âMy house will be done in a few days so I think itâs better for me to start packing.â You stole a glance at him. Now⌠Why am I hoping that he would stop me?
A flicker of disappointment behind his eyes but he was quick to switch it off. âSure,â he rubbed his nose. âIf⌠thatâs what you want.â
You pursed your lips. This stupid erratic heartbeat wouldnât stop and you hated that you didnât know what to do with it. âIâll⌠start packing then.â You took another peek at him. He wasnât looking at you.
You stood up, but he stopped you. Your heart was making its way out of your ribcage for beating too loud, but it slowed down when he uttered, âHey, donât forget your coconut water."
You looked at him with an âAre you serious?â look before taking it, not once unlocking your stare from his and standing up, finished the drink in one gulp. You crushed the can, and threw it in one shot towards the dustbin.
âOh, okay.â He looked surprised by your reaction.
You stalked your way to the bedroom and closed the door. Sighing exasperatedly, you pressed your back against the door and slid down. You buried your face in your hands before lightly hitting your head with a fist. You felt bad for reacting that way but you found it harder to deny the feeling when you were so confident that you would manage to resist.
Outside in the living area, Ken looked troubled, his forehead wrinkling when he tried backtracking what he did. He turned to look over his shoulder as the spherical robot hovered near him, and he threw his head back.
âWhat is it, Mina? Are you here to chide me again?â
âIn these kinds of situations, the woman is usually hoping the man would stop her from leaving,â Mina said.
âMina,â he pleaded.
âI believe a misunderstanding had happened,â she offered again, to which he appeared confused. âPlease, do look at the screen.â
Kenâs eyes travelled to the projection Mina made. He looked even more confused as one of his solo interviews was displayed. He looked inquiringly at Mina, before the latter sweeped her robotic hands to ask him to focus on the interview.
It was an interview he did some time last week. His face changed when he started catching on what Mina was trying to show.
âSo your name has become the talk of the town again for a good reason now.â The interviewer paused for effect. âThis is a question that Iâm sure everyone has thought of at least once when weâre talking about Ken Sato.â The interviewer looked at him. âDo you have anyone youâre interested in or at least, someone you have set your eyes on?â
Kenâs response was immediate as he laughed and shook his head. âNo, no. Not right now.â He leaned back, a relaxed stance as he waved his hand in front of his face. âRight now Iâm only focusing on my baseball career. Still got a long way to go. I donât want to waste my time on something so unimportant.â
The interviewer turned back to the screen. âYouâve heard it directly from the man, folks. Heâs-â
Mina switched off the replay while Ken looked regretful.
Exasperated, he said, âMina, you know I donât mean it that way.â
âI believe you should be clarifying that with Y/N herself and not me. She is the subject of your affection.â
âAffection-â he mulled over the word. âDo you really think so, Mina? Is this what thisâŚâ He put a hand over his chest. âForeign feeling is?â
âFrom my observation,â Mina replied as she stayed close to Kenâs shoulder. âYour expression becomes livelier, your smile becomes wider and your eyes twinkle more whenever she is around. Now,â she paused, âyou do have that same reaction whenever youâre with Emi. However, I do sense your heartbeat increasing every time youâre with Y/N. I believe this is what they would call a romantic attraction.â
âSo in short,â he sighed, âI like her but Iâm saying the opposite thing? But-â he almost grabbed Mina to ask her more, âhow would I know if she feels the same way? I- I donât think I can handle rejection from her. Do you sense anything from her?â
There was a silence as Mina backed up, making way towards her room. âI believe that is not a question for me to answer, Ken. Why donât you sort it out with her?â
Ken looked at the door of the room youâre in, gathering the courage to make his way. He stopped in front of the door, he shook his hands, breathing in and out as his mind reeled with all sorts of apologies and words to offer to you.
He raised his hand to knock on the door, and at the same time you swung open the door, causing him to knock a fist on your forehead.
So much for Ultraman reflexes.
âOh my God, Iâm so sorry!â Ken shouted, automatically cupping your face to see the damage heâd done. âAre you- are you okay?â
You blinked, everything happening at once too much for you. He knocked on your door, you happened to open it at the same time and now heâs-
âIâm⌠fine. Can youâŚâ you tapped your palm on his hand. â...let go?â
âOh, right. Sorry,â he let go as he laughed nervously. âReflexes fail you at times like these, right?â His face fell as he saw you avoiding his gaze. âHey. Can we talk?â
You looked up, finally looking at him. âYeah?â
He exhaled. âLike, properly.â
âHave we not been communicating properly?â
Mina suddenly appeared beside both of you. âI apologise for having to interrupt but yes, I do observe some miscommunication going on. So if both of you may sort it out.â
Minaâs hands pushed both of you into the room and shut the door.
There were protests from both but they quickly died down before silence stretched. Both of you exchanged glances but not words, and neither had any idea what the other was thinking of.
All the apologies and words Ken was thinking of offering to you went up in a cloud of smoke. Instead, he asked the one thing he wished he could take back. âSo when are you planning to leave?â Dang it, Ken.
Your face contorted, obviously offended. âAs soon as I can. Donât worry,â you walked over to the bed, shoved your clothes into your duffel bag and zipped it up. âI wanted to tell you that I finished packing.â
âYouâre leaving tonight?â This time around, he didnât hide his disappointment. Why, why is it so hard for him to ask you to stay? To tell you what he really feels?
Sure, he couldnât deny that his attitude came from growing up mostly without his father around. He had grown up with this wall built around him as a defensive mechanism. He found it hard to communicate with others, to explain what he really was feeling.
He pressed his lips into a thin line. He figured it was best to let the feeling die down. Youâd be better off with someone else anyway.
âJust tell me when you want to leave,â he finally uttered. âIâll open the door for you.â
You gritted your teeth and only nodded.
He turned around and shut the door. Mina and his father were outside, the latter having a worried look on his face.
âKenji,â Professor Sato uttered.
âI want to be alone, dad,â he mentioned. âMina,â he turned to the supercomputer, âjust make sure she gets to where she wants to go safely.â
As Ken shut the door, Professor Sato turned to Mina, to which he uttered, âI trust this is not the time to ask about the progress.â
Mina answered. âYes, Professor. I believe we may have hit a wall.â
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You decided to leave early in the morning and with only a note, saying that youâd like to have some time off. Mina was kind enough to open the door for you, but when she asked whether youâd like to have Ken and Professor Sato see you off, you shook your head vigorously.
âMina, tell them Iâm going somewhere nice for a vacation.â You winked, but it was obvious that you were trying to hide something from breaking. âThey better not look for me.â
Mina paused, as if sheâs using her electronic brain to figure a way to stop you. âKenji has a reason for acting that way.â A pause. âThough I am merely a robot with little to no experience in romantic relationships.â
You chuckled. âThank you, Mina. Really, all of you were so kind to me. Itâs just that,â you sighed, âI understand why heâd act that way. He has a whole career to look forward to. Adoring fans. He canât be wasting-â you gulped, the words bitter on your mouth, â-time on something so insignificant. I shall take my leave.â
âY/N,â she uttered. âIf I may ask one last question before you leave?â
You tilted your head. âSure, Mina. What is it?â
âWere my calculations wrong about what youâre feeling?â
âAnd that is?â
âYou hated him at first, but that hate has turned into something more⌠lovely."
You couldnât help but smile. âItâs so obvious isnât it?â You crinkled your nose. âI better take my leave before the three of them wake up.â
That was the last you saw all four of them - Professor Sato, Ken, Mina and Emi. That was what⌠a week ago?
Now youâre sitting, slumped in your bean bag as you groaned, bored out of your mind. Nice vacation, my ass. If that means reading the same books over and over again, surfing the web and watching the same TV shows while being cooped up in your house, youâre definitely having a nice vacation.
Even then, you found it hard to avoid that person. He was literally everywhere.
You switched off the TV, stretched, before something gigantic shook the whole city. Your eyes went wide as you realised that there was a possibility of another attack. Without much thought, you pushed up your glasses and took a glance through your apartment window.
There they are.
You saw both Ultraman and Emi traversing the landscape. You turned around to leave your apartment, but stopped as you heard sharp chirpings.
Emi was hovering near your window and you laughed, amazed at the sight in front of you. âEmi, you grew wings! You can fly now!â
The baby Kaiju smiled at you, seemingly proud that she could finally set off from the ground.
âEmi, come on.â You heard the one voice that could shatter your resolve then and there.
You tried to close the window, had enough, but the hero stopped you from shutting the window.
âOw,â he complained, flapping his hand. Ken quickly stopped you from leaving as he said, âLook, Iâve been a jerk and-â a loud boom resonated through the whole city, â-I want to start over.â
You sucked in your lower lip, mulling over his sentence. You lifted up your eyebrows as if to say, âReally, right now?â
He nodded. âIâm sorry. I like you, okay? But I didnât know how to say it. Or maybe I was just afraid of rejection.â
You tried to keep a straight face but failed; you didnât expect to hear a confession from Ultraman. You cleared your throat as you looked away. âBecome a hero, save the day and then say all of that again,â your voice dropped to a whisper, as if anyone could hear you, âas Ken Sato.â
Youâre not sure whether it was possible, but his eyes lit up brighter as he nodded. He started a light jog to launch himself before shouting, âWait for me!â He disappeared in a twinkle in the night sky.
With your best guess, you assumed the fight must be going on between them and the KDF. Knowing that youâd be anxious waiting to see the results of the fight, you grabbed your jacket, set off into the night and tried searching a vantage point where youâd be able to at least get a view of whatâs happening.
You found a spot and narrowed your eyes as you tried to get an idea of where the two of them stood. Emi⌠Ultraman⌠Is that Gigantron?
You became confused as you remembered clearly Professor Sato claiming that the most magnificent creature on Earth had died. What the hell is going on?
You gripped the railing of the bridge you were on, the fight getting further and further away from you. You watched the fight unfold⌠breath battered as you were silently cheering them on. You gasped as another figure launched himself into the fight.
âProfessor,â you muttered to yourself. âPlease, please be safe.â
The fight was a distant chaos, you could barely see what was going on. You gritted your teeth as you waited for the final call, but dropped to your knees as you realised what was going on.
âNo, no, no. KenâŚ"
You saw the shield. Ken underneath the shield, the explosion that should have been loud, but was muffled inside the enclosure Ken had made before blinding light filled the atmosphere.
Tears filled up your vision as you saw the giant hero collapse into the sea.
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You stared blankly at the unmoving body in front of you, while another person was strategically standing near the exit. You looked over your shoulder as you felt a light, reassuring tap.
Professor Sato wanted to offer some words of reassurance, but you merely shook your head. He let out a heavy breath, saying, âIâll leave the two of you alone. I'll continue working on restoring Mina.â
âThanks,â you sniffled. âProfessor.â
Apparently on the day the fight happened, Mina was caught in the frenzy and was almost shut down, while the secret base was partially destroyed. Now the Professor was working on recovering Mina, while KenâŚ
You sighed, looking at the patient in front of you.
Nothing to worry about, actually. Despite the quick thinking of Ultraman in front of you throwing himself over the bomb, he actually managed to escape with just a broken arm. Heâs not dead, Ken Sato was still here, recovering.
But what annoyed you was that it seemed every time you came to visit, he would pretend to be asleep. Not even stirring, obviously faking sleep to avoid talking to you.
So what, all that confession was for naught? Just an adrenaline rush from becoming the hero?
This time around though, it did seem like he was fast asleep. His chest was rising and falling steadily. His hair was messy, and you resisted the urge to tidy it up.
âYou jerk,â you grumbled. âI was so worried for you, but⌠youâre really planning on leaving me hanging like this?â
âY/NâŚâ
You stopped grumbling to yourself as you heard the man in front of you mumbling your name. You leaned forward, curious to hear what he got to say.
âYou look soâŚâ he continued, eyes still shut.
You strained your ears to catch more.
âI like youâŚâ
You pressed your lips together before punching his unhurt shoulder, almost too hard.
He gasped, sat up straighter, taking in big gulps of air as his irises move frantically to search for the source of the punch.
âWho-â he blinked. âY/N?â
âIn the flesh,â you deadpanned.
âWhat are you-â
âI told you,â you interjected. âTell it to my face as Ken Sato.â
He looked guilty for a moment, and you leaned back in your chair.
âYouâre going to say it was a mistake, arenât you?â You asked, clearly exasperated.
âNo, it wasnât a mistake!â He quickly said, searching for your eyes. âAfter the fight that day I felt like being a hero means that there was a possibility I would just-â he imitated an explosion, âdisappear.â
You grabbed his collar. âIf you know that even any single day you have a possibility of disappearing, that your life is short, then-â the grip around his collar became tighter, â-it means that you have to grab every opportunity as soon as you can. That includes confessing to someone you like.â You threw your hands up in frustration and stood up, pacing back and forth. âGod! Why are relationships so complicated? And why am I so, so, so stupid?â
You buried your face in your hands.
âI donât know,â you said, tears pooling in your eyes. âWhen you said you didnât have any interest in anyone, and that you didnât want to waste your time on something so insignificant. Hearing that, I just-â you sighed. â-thought that the answer was so obvious. You have your priorities straight.â
âY/N-â he stopped you by touching your arm lightly, pulling you over to sit beside him. âThat was-â He winced as he felt pain shooting up his arm. He tried again, âThat was what Iâd usually say in interviews before this, because baseball was the only thing that put a smile on my face. But nowâŚâ He took your hand, caressing it. âYou came and it was just one, big confusion for me. You are the only person who has managed to,â he chuckled, âcause the Ken Sato to waver. It was a foreign feeling for me."
âIdiotâŚâ you mumbled.
He pulled you closer with his good arm, and obviously inexperienced, you shut your eyes tight as you felt him softly breathing against your cheek. Of course, you thought heâd go for a kiss on your lips, but you heard him chuckle before he pressed a light one on your cheek. You opened your eyes and he was grinning.
He thought you looked adorable.
âWhat was that?â you asked flatly.
âA kiss?â he said, unsure of what exactly you were implying.
âUh-uh.â
You grabbed his face, and he looked surprised as you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Your glasses were in the way so you took them off, and you felt his arm snaking around your waist to hold you firmly in place.
In the heat of the moment and flurry of emotions, you found yourself pinned under him, his good arm caging you. He kissed you again, but this time around you felt your heart beating so loud you had to place your palms against his chest to slightly push him away.
âKen,â you warned him. âWeâre in the hospital.â
He blinked, feigning innocence. âReally? I had no idea.â He traced a finger on your cheek, wiping away the traces of your tears. He pinched your cheek as he said, âThe doctor told me that Iâm good to be discharged tomorrow.â
Suddenly conscious of how youâre pinned under him, you looked away. âThatâs good. You can go back home in no time.â
He tapped a finger on your chin, causing you to look back at him. âMy house is still under repair, remember? Iâm essentially homeless.â
âYou can live with your dad-â
âTake the hint, sweetheart.â He kissed your forehead before collapsing beside you, both of you cramped on the small hospital bed.
You thought about how you had never, ever brought a guy home. And now Ken wanted to�
âIâll think about it,â you said.
He smiled, squeezing your shoulders as you buried your face in his chest. âCan I ask just one⌠question?â
âSure, shoot.â
âWhat was the dealbreaker, really? The one that made you agree to stay at the secret base?â
âYou really want to know?â
âOf course.â
This time, you didnât even hesitate. âThe chance to see the Ken Sato naked of course.â
âDamn it. I knew that was the reason.â
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Alastor | Stolas | Vox [Comfort]
In which the two of you bump into your abusive ex who just arrived in hell.
You and Alastor always went on walks through hell together, since you enjoyed exploring the outdoors and he enjoyed people watching
Normally things were relatively peaceful, most, if not everyone, knew the radio demon down to every detail, and avoided him at a mere glimpse
He enjoyed telling you about things that reminded him of his past, or encounters he'd had just down the street, while you listened and observed with awe
Unfortunately, your usually peaceful walk was rudely interrupted by an obnoxious shout in your direction
There was someone who looked severely out of place, likely having just fallen, stumbling towards you with a seething grin
Alastor was already annoyed the moment anyone interrupted him, but even more so at the fact that this individual was shouting obscenities at his darling
Nevertheless, he stood stoic by your side, only glancing down at the shorter individual with an animalistic twitch in his eyes
" Can't you hear me, fucking bitch! You're the slut who put me down her- "
Once your hand gripped onto Alastor's wrist, tugging him, the man's head was sliced clean off, smashing into a building across the street and leaving a visceral splatter
Alastor was already removing his wrist from your hand to wipe the blood from his cane with a handkerchief
Once the body hit the ground with a thud, he had his arm around your waist and lifted you over it, continuing his walk as if nothing had occurred
" And that impeccable diner over there! I just have to take you, it reminds me of my many evenings after the late shows! "
Stolas had heard enough about the life you lived on earth, each momentous day and each sad tale that made up your story
He knew he was never able to protect you up there, and vows to do so now that you are by his side in the afterlife, offering an eternity of protection
Inevitably, he understood some people who had hurt you would eventually find themselves down here, and that some may try to hurt you, so he refused to let you wander alone for too long
It didn't even have to be him, so long as someone he knew could protect you was nearby
Unfortunately, the first to find you was the worst possible individual
The one who had raised their hand so many times to you, and left you with scars Stolas wished he could erase along with every worry
It was one of your date nights, visiting some upper class restaurant after having washed a romance in theatres
You were both dressed to the nines, laughing in one another's company and waiting for the cab you'd called since you'd finished sooner than expected
The both of you climbed in, only for the doors to instantly lock, tearing off without any word or signal from either of you
Stolas laughed it off for a moment, asking the driver if he already knew your destination, though he stopped when he noticed your eyes locked onto the rearview mirror
" Already moving on to someone else? Think I'm not good enough for you? "
The voice was calm but eerie, aimed directly as you
You looked horrified, and Stolas' heart raced as he connected the pieces together
One moment, the car was racing down the road, and the next, you were in the royalty's arms being carried away from a totalled car burning up in flames
You'd only blinked your eyes
Stolas held you tighter that evening, and refused to let go for weeks after
Vox was an extremely busy person
So unfortunately your intimate time together was rare
Despite that, Vox always invited you into his studio with him while he worked, so at least you'd be near one another and he could know you were safe
I mean, you were always safe so long as he could reach you, and modern tech was everywhere in hell nowadays
But he was extra protective since he'd learnt your ex had entered hell
Had he told you? No. Did he feel guilty about it? Yes.
But he just didn't want you to have to worry, and seeing you happily working away at a new project or hobby without a care in the world was just so, so...precious
Eventually he knew he would have to crack the news, but he hadn't anticipated your ex would find you so soon
It was a late night in the studio, with Vox overlooking several large screens as countless information transferred to and from his own database, analysing every media and algorithm
You were behind him, sat in a leather armchair, reading one of the many books that lined the book shelf he kept around as decoration
People came in and out of the floor through an elevator, though as the time got later, the frequency dwindled down severely
When it dinged for the first time that hour, neither of you were too bothered, Vox continuing without a flinch and you looking up for just a moment
Your gaze never went back to your book, though, stuck on the face that had a hateful sneer aimed straight at you
The phone in your pocket dinged with an alert, something about your heart rate increasing drastically in too short a time, and the information registered into Vox in milliseconds
" Finally, I fucking found you! "
One step out of the elevator, and the door clamped shut around their second leg with a loud crack, forcing your ex down onto one knee
Vox only turned to you, ignoring the wailing figure
" Oh man I really should have told you they were here! You can yell at me after. "
The suited man then walked towards your ex as the doors slowly released, kneeling down in front of him with a cackle
" Pathetic. Freak. "
Vox kicked them back into the elevator, and you heard the thing drop at high speeds back down the skyscraper
Security would handle the mess
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Deadly Eyes
Dune: Paul Atreides x female reader
Warnings: se&ual harassment / angst / curses / hateful words / comfort
If someone means harm to the girl he loves, Paul won't hesitate
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You stare at the men and women right in front of you. All of them were looking at you with the same emotions pictured in their faces. Disgust. Outrage.Â
Today was the first day after Paul announced your relationship to his people. The Fremen welcomed you with open arms⌠well some of them at least. Your roots lies with none of the big houses. All you know about your family is, that they were travelers who never lived at the same place for more than a couple of years. You are one of the Lost Ones. But when Paul rescued you from being tortured by the brutal Harkonen a couple months ago, you never thought about traveling somewhere else again. Your people always praised that the soul is a free from wich never settles and never find the one and only home. Paul changed your way of thinking. With him you felt at home for the first time ever.Â
âThe Mahdi canât be with someone who is lostâ, one of the believers growled as you were passing by. All you wanted to do was taking a walk and exploring the hallways of the Sietch, one of the rocky formations what the Fremen call their home. And now you are standing in front of a hand full of believers who are talking bad about you.Â
A old, wrinkly woman hisses. âYou donât belong here, Lost One.âÂ
You look at her fully blue eyes. The same color your eyes have turned as an outcome to the effects of spice everywhere. âPlease let me through. I donât wish for trouble.âÂ
Now a young man steps right in front of you. Too close to be comfortable with. You try to move and bring some distance between the two of you, but your back almost immediately hits the wall. Your chest tightens up. This feels like a cage. A cage of people who hate you.Â
âBut you are trouble, whore.â He couldnât have been more than five years older than you, but he was so intimidating that you wanted to flee before he would hurt you. You still are one of the Lost Ones. Their are no fighters. Your people staying alive because they run for dear life when problems appear. Thatâs why the Fremen always looked down on your kind.Â
âAll your people do, is stealing and living in the shadows. You are not worthy to be here. Your are not worthy to be with MuadâDibâ, he grabbed your neck with a tight grib. âBut Iâll find some use for u, donât you worry.âÂ
The others looked away while he is dragging you to a shallow corner at the end of the hallway. Your screams got muffled by his greasy hand and silent tears filled your eyes. The back of your head hit the wall hard and your vision flickers for a moment. Fear crawling all over your body, followed by the tip of his knife. Youâre trying to beg for him to stop, but all he does is giggling at your helplessness.Â
âI will show you your worth and after that I will give your body to the desert. I willâŚâÂ
A voice is shouting at the near distance. âWhere is she?!â The man fearlessly letâs go of you and hiding his knife. You fall down on your knees as Paul rushes around the corner. Gentle hands pulling you up and you begin to sob, hiding your face at his chest.Â
âHow dare you to touch her!â Paul growls at the man who is now lowering his head in respect for his Duke.Â
âI did not want to bring any disrespect to you, Mahdi. But this woman damages you reputation. She is not worthy to be âŚâ but Paul cuts him off.Â
âShe is equal to me. I am who I am today, because of her. How dare you to speak about her like that?â His voice became dangerously silent and you could feel under your palms how tense his muscles were. As you look around you discover that people have stopped and watching the scene with wide eyes.Â
You reach up to gently touch his cheek, so Paul would look at you. âIâm okay, Paul. Nothing happened. Iâm unharmed.âÂ
For a moment the coldness in his eyes vanished, but as he looked down at your neck and saw the bruises ⌠he was ready to kill someone. Paul kisses your forehead and it feels like that he needed to do it just to calm himself down, before he would actually cut a throat. His grip around your waist thightens but not in a hurtful way. You never felt more protected as right here in is arms.Â
Paul turns his head slowly. A deadly look on his face. The man kneeled down in fear of his punishment. âI will only say this once and for all. Who ever touches this woman and mean harm to her, will be sentenced to death. Without exceptions.â He looks around, making eye contact with everyone who is watching. âSpread the word. I will personally kill everyone no matter if man or woman.âÂ
The Fremen quickly leaving the place murmuring and chattering. The message was clear. If you break this rule, death by MuadâDip will find you.Â
âAnd for youâ, Paul looked down at the man who tried to do unspeakable things to you. His voice full of dark rage. âIf you ever come near her again or look at her even from afar, Iâll break your neck.â He gave two other men a sign to carry him away.Â
âI should have known that something like that might would happenâ, Paul curses. âIâm so sorry. I should have never left you go alone.â His eyes meet yours and the deep sorrow in them breaks your heart a little.Â
âYou couldnât ever have guessed that. This isnât your fault and itâs not your job to see something like that before it happens.âÂ
Paul pulls you closer now that the two of you are alone. âBut is is my job to protect you.âÂ
âAnd you did.âÂ
He leans his forehead against yours, taking a deep breath. His body is still tense but his touch is so gently. âI donât want to imagine what couldâve happened if I werenât be here on time ⌠I couldnâtâŚâ his voice breaks. This is the side of him no one ever sees. The softness and the vulnerability. To everyone he is the fearless MuadâDib. But to you he is Paul Atreides. The man who owns your heart.Â
âThen donât. You saved me. I am right here.â To prove your point you get on your tiptoes and kiss him softly. Paul cups your face with his hands, holding you so close to him that nothing would have room in between.Â
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Eddie started finding notes in his locker his sophomore year. The first couple of them, he just tossed without reading. He didnât need to read what those asshole bullies wanted to say about him. But curiosity won out after two weeks of constant notes and he finally opened one. It was the single most impactful thing heâd ever read.Â
I think youâre the prettiest boy Iâve ever seen.Â
He kept that note. And every other note he got from that point on. If anyone were to ask Eddie what he regretted most in his life, it would be those two weeks of notes he tossed without reading. Ten slips of paper with unknown writing that he wishes he could get back. Add them to his âmystery boys notesâ box. And he was a mystery, the note writer. Anonymous. Unknown. Impossible to catch.Â
Eddie held out for a month. A whole month before he decided to stage a stake out. He watched his locker like a hawk. In between classes, during classes, lunch, after school and even one absolutely horrible day where he came in an hour before school started. But the mystery boy had to be invisible. He never saw anyone approach his locker but his daily note was always there. And Eddie; poor, unfortunate, infatuated Eddie dealt with mystery boysâ notes from â82 to â85. Four agonizing years of the most heart-warming, loving notes.Â
I wish I was as brave as you.
Did you change your shampoo? Your hair looked so soft today.
God, your eyes have to be the biggest fucking eyes Iâve ever seen. So pretty.
I like how long your hair is getting.Â
Saw you walking down the hall today and Iâve never wanted to kiss someone more.Â
They started cute. Compliments here and there, even a doodle every once in a while. Hearts and smiley faces. But as the months and years went by, the mystery boy got deeper. Confessions and secrets.Â
I think if I had a different dad, we wouldâve been best friends.
Can you fall in love with someone youâve never talked to?
I dream about us.Â
Iâm a boy. Iâm sorry.
I want to hold your hand. Those rings are something else.Â
I saw you trying to catch me. Adorable.
I wish I could take you on a date. Not give a shit what my dad would say or what people would think.Â
I wish I could be brave enough to talk to you.Â
Youâre still the prettiest boy Iâve ever seen.
Iâm graduating this year. Iâm sorry it didnât work out for you. I think Iâm going to try to figure out a way to keep dropping these off next year. I donât want you to forget about me.
The notes didnât continue when the school year started. Eddie was embarrassed to admit he cried that first night. He wasnât sure how the mystery boy was going to be able to get the notes to him but he fully believed it was going to happen. He went five weeks with no daily note in his locker. And then, it showed up on a Monday. He almost missed it, the tiny slip of paper.Â
Sorry this took so long. Had to figure out how I was going to sneak these in here. I donât think Iâll be able to call you pretty every day of the week this time around but Iâm going to try my best!Â
And mystery boy was right. The notes were always there on Monday. Just Monday. But Eddie didnât complain. One note a week after five weeks of nothing almost had his heart bursting from his chest. It also narrowed down his search. Sort of. Mystery boy was either coming in on those Mondays to drop off the note, sneaking in on the weekends when the school was empty OR after school on Fridays. And look, heâs failed to graduate high school two times in a row now but he wasnât stupid. Did it take him three months after the notes to start again for him to realize who it was? Yes but to be fair, for two of those months it was Eddie wallowing in denial.Â
Five weeks into school was when he restarted Hellfire. Three weeks before that was when he brought in those new little freshman sheepies. The same freshman sheepies that got picked up by Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington who graduated last year. Steve Harrington who he catches staring at him from his beemer in the parking lot every Friday night before he takes the kiddies home. Steve who he categorizes as someone who is so far out of his league that it just couldnât be him. But itâs been three months and there isnât any other former Hawkins high student running around in or near the school. And now that Eddieâs almost certain Steve has been mystery boy these past few years, he canât wait. Heâs been in love with a figure made out of slips of paper for four years and his nonexistent patience has truly run thin. Â
He calls for a break 15 minutes before they normally end their sessions. Tells the boys he needs to run to the bathroom and almost sprints out the door. His locker sits in the hallway just around the corner of the drama room. The door closing shut echos through the empty hallways, alongside the squeaks coming from his shoes as he hustles towards his locker. He freezes as soon as he turns the corner.Â
Steve probably only had 30 seconds after hearing the door open and shut to process what he was going to do. He couldâve run or hid, maybe pretend like he just needed the bathroom while he waited. But Eddie watched him pause as they made eye contact instead. Watched as Steve looked him up and down. Watched him relax and lean back against the lockers behind him with a lazy smirk. His arm slowly moved up and Eddie could see a slip of paper held between his fingers. Steve didnât break eye contact with him at all as he proceeded to shove the paper between the vents of his locker. They stayed like that for what felt like hours. Staring. Broken when Steve pushed himself off the wall and walked towards him. He didnât stop. Side stepped around Eddie before they could collide. A faint brush of his fingers along the back of his hand as he walked past him. And Eddie just watched him pass. Just like he watched him slip that note in his locker, he watched Steve walk back down the hall and out the front doors.
He waited only five seconds after the doors closed behind Steve before he jogged over to his locker. Grabbed the note and shoved it into his pocket before running back over to the drama room. Told the guys that they stopped at a decent spot and would meet again next Friday. Walked with them to the parking lot to head home. To catch a glimpse of Steve. And there he was, sitting in his beemer, staring again. This time though, Eddie smiled at him. He smiled at him and pulled the note out of his pocket. Opened it right there in the parking lot while he stared back at Steve. It only took him a few seconds to glance down to read. And as soon as he did, he threw his head back and laughed. Cackled really. He looked back at the beemer and saw Steve with the widest grin. Watched him lift his fingers off the steering wheel and wiggle them at him before he started pulling out of the lot. He looked back down at the note in his hand and chuckled again. Who knew Steve Harrington knew DnD well enough to draw a perfect rendition of an eight sided dice?
Wanna go on a d8? - Steve Harrington xxx-xxx-xxxx
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MY LOVE, IS MINE ALL MINE
PART TWO
pairing: Lucifer x fem! reader
fandom: hazbin hotel
genre: fanfiction
notes: lmaoo sorry it took awhileee I'm actually a very busy college student while simultaneously having so much brainrot for this man so... Be patient omfg, I just posted part one a two days ago đ also, don't mind the warnings too much as it doesn't specifically for this specific chapter but it can be future parts of the story. So yes, hand holding before marriage will happen between Lucifer and [y/n]
warnings: none except hand holding before marriage lmao.
PART ONE | PART THREE
The princess of hell along with her girlfriend was just settling in the guest room heaven provided for them temporarily as they had an important meeting with them.
Charlie and Vaggie stopped talking as their was a knock on their door, âWho do you think is it?â Charlie asked and Vaggie shrugged and Charlie decided to open the door.
There stood a rather tall female angel with three pairs of wings and a golden halo on her head, the short white dress accompanied by gold compliments the woman's figure beautifully.
Safe to say both Charlie and Vaggie were mesmerized, the woman before them was drop dead gorgeous. Though, Vaggie was still cautious, despite a former angel, she doesn't know who this woman is as some seraphim angels tend to not show themselves to the lower ranking aside from Sera.
âAre you Princess Charlotte? The daughter of Lucifer?â the woman asked with her [e/c] eyes sparkling in excitement, the woman quickly placed her hands over her mouth in embarrassment, âOh! Sorry for the intrusion, I forgot to introduce myself,â she says with a small smile before giving the two girls a curt bow, âMy name is [y/n], a seraphim. It's a pleasure to meet you two.â
Charlie gave her a big grin, giving the woman a curt bow. The princess of hell decided to trust her as she couldn't sense any bad intentions from the older woman and to her, the name [y/n] sounded awfully familiar, she just forgot where she had heard it before. âIt is so nice to meet you, I am Charlotte but you can call me Charlie.â Charlie said and [y/n] just grinned as Vaggie decided to just watch the two, still cautious. The older woman's eyes landed on Vaggie and she gave her a grin, âAnd who might you be?â she asked her and Vaggie just glared at her before avoiding her gaze, âVaggie.â
[Y/n] just grins, her eyes analyzing the gray haired woman before letting out a small hum before shifting her gaze to the princess. [Y/n]'s heart ached a little to see how much the girl looked exactly like her father. [Y/n] misses him, she wished she did something that could have prevented his fall. Regrets always comes last. She took a deep breath then once more wore a bright smile on her face. Charlie noticed the shift of her mood but decided not to question it.
âSo Charlie, I came here as I was curious what your plan for hell is about.â [y/n] says softly, she wasn't there during the meeting Lucifer requested for hell and this time, she promised to be there for his daughter instead. Charlie's eyes sparkled excitedly, excited that an angel aside from that bitch ass Adam would finally listen to her. âReally?!â The princess asked excitedly and [y/n] can only let out a soft chuckle, âOf course, why don't we take a walk while you tell me about it? Your friend can join us too.â
Charlie calmed down and gave the older woman a smile, âVaggie here is actually my girlfriend.â she says, expecting the older woman to judge her but she was surprised when [Y/n] just ruffled her hair. âMy apologies, I didn't know.â
The younger girls were surprised, that an angel didn't show any disgust to their relationship and she even looked like she approved.
âNow then, how about that walk?â
âAnd that's what I'm planning, I wished for my people to find redemption and join heaven.â Charlie explained softly, taking a bite of her strawberry cheesecake. Both [y/n] and Charlie sat in a rather peaceful cafe in heaven, angelic sigils circling around them as [y/n] casted them for their privacy. [Y/n] can only smile as she listens to the younger girl who rambles about her plans for her people, [y/n] can't help but remember how similar Charlie is to her father, oh heavens... She missed him so much.
Vaggie didn't join them unfortunately, she said that she wanted to rest a little bit in the guest room.
[y/n] gracefully placed down the cup of coffee she was sipping and gently wiping her lips with a napkin, âThat is truly admirable Charlie, to see you have so much hope for your people really reminds me of your father. I really hope it will come to life.â the compliment was almost enough for Charlie to burst into tears, to hear someone praise her plans and believe in it, it felt like a mother praising her.
Though, she was able to stop her tears as she realizes something. Reminds me of your father. [Y/n] and her dad knew each other.
Then Charlie remembers, the stories her dad told her about heaven and the stories he told her about his closest angel friendâthe only one who believed in him. She remembers thinking that she felt her dad loved that angel in one way or another, with how fondly he spoke of herâwith so much adoration.
âI remember now, you were my father's best friend!â Charlie gasped, a hand over her mouth and [y/n] can only chuckle, a hint of sadness in her eyes. âWere? I still think of him as my best friend.â She chuckles softly, âThough, I don't blame him if he doesn't think the same way as I wasn't able to help him back then.â she continues sadly and Charlie had to wave her arms around to stop her, âNonono, my father doesn't think like that. You're still his best friend.â Charlie reassured the older woman.
âReally now? How is he these days? I haven't heard from him after so many eons.â [y/n] asked softly with a slight chuckle and Charlie can only sigh with a small smile on her face, âWell... He's still how he usually is. Kind, trying his best for me, and lately he had an obsession with making rubber ducks.â she says with a small giggle making the older woman chuckle, âThay sounds like him, though surprised that he still loved ducks. He used to ramble to me about random duck facts when he was still here. He was such a dork, I truly missed him.â [y/n] says with a chuckle, a longing look in her eyes.
Charlie was able to put two and two together, her father and this woman loved each other and she can only assume they didn't confess in the fear of ruining their friendship. Charlie loves her parents but a part of her is hoping in a different universe, her father and [y/n] are happy together.
Charlie decided not to mention it to the woman and just continued hanging out with the older woman. âI am sure he misses you too.â
âThe meeting will start in a few hours and Charlie?â [y/n] says softly before summoning a wax sealed white envelope out of thin air, gold sparkling from where the envelope is as it slowly falls into her hands. Charlie looked at her in curiosity, âCan I ask you a favor?â [y/n] asked her hesitantly and Charlie just nodded, âOf course!â
âCan I ask you a favor of delivering this letter to Lucifer?â She asked and gently extended her hand towards the younger girl in which the girl accepted the letter and placed it in her chest pocket. âOf course! My father would be delighted to hear from you.â
âThank you, Charlie. I appreciate it dearly.â [y/n] smiled softly as she stood up from her seat, extending her hand to help the hell princess up from her seat. âNow, let me walk you back to your room so you can get ready for your meeting.â
Now the princess of hell wishes the other angels were just as understanding as [y/n]. Even though the meeting didn't go as planned, she felt reassured as both Emily and [y/n] were there in the court room.
âWhat are we even talkin' about? Some crack-whore who fucked up already? He blew his shot, like the cocks in his mouth. This discussion is senseless and petty.â Lute sneers with an annoyed glare, putting on her mask. Though, Charlie can feel her patience thinning, her eyes glaring at the angels.
The other angels looking down on the scene happening below, [y/n] looking worried for her while glaring at Adam and Lute. âThere's no question to be posed, he's unholy, case closed. Did you forget that 'Hell is forever'?â Adam and Lute sang mockingly and [y/n] could feel her anger starting to boil. She always hated Adam, that egoistical prick, she looked up at Sera as if asking her to stop this nonsense.
âA man only lives once, we'll see you in one month. Gotta say, I can't wait toââ Adam sang and [y/n] noticed Sera getting worried, âAdam.â Sera says sternly but it seems the man was too busy to hear her, âCome down and exterminate you!â
At that moment, loud ringing was only what [y/n] heard as she was shocked to hear him say that. Exterminate...? Don't tell me...? [Y/n] asked herself before glaring at Sera, the other angels were also shocked by the reveal.
âWait!â Emily exclaimed, shocked by the reveal and Adam just noticed his slip up, âShit.â
âWhat are you saying? Let me get this straight, you go down there and kill those poor souls?â Emily asked, horrified as she slowly flies down towards Charlie, holding her hand, âYou didn't know?â Charlie asked and Emily shook her head. âWhoops!â Adam says, not a care in the world, âGuess the cat's out of the bag.â Lute says with a smirk, âWhat's the big deal?â Adam asked with a condescending smirk and [y/n] wished she could go down there and punch him.
âSera, tell me that you didn't know...â both Emily and [y/n] asked simultaneously, though, Sera was just looking at Emily. [Y/n] was pissed at this whole revelation, human souls are killed in heaven by the hands that are supposed to be pure holiness. To think about blood staining those hands, fills her with disgust.
The whole courtroom was a mess, [y/n] doesn't remember what exactly happened. The reveal that Vaggie was an angel didn't surprise her, she can sense the girl's angelic blood but the reveal that Sera was the one who ordered for the extermination to happen, filled her with rage.
âCharlie! Don't lose hope! We will find a way to help you!â Emily says as we watched Vaggie and Charlie be sucked by a portal back to hell, âDon't give up! We'll find a way!â [y/n] added, making sure the two girls heard. Sera glared at her and [y/n] glared back.
That's what Charlie last saw, Emily looking worried and disappointed but what worried her was Sera and [y/n] started arguing, angelic powers starting to spark between them and that was the last thing she saw as she returned back in hell. Thankfully, the letter was safe in her pocket.
#lxkeee hazbin hotel masterlist#lucifer morningstar x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#lucifer hazbin hotel#lucifer magne#lucifer#âMLIMOMâ â LUCIFER X READER
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more of bakugou x support course reader!
after youâd fixed his gauntlets, he realized just how much youâd improved them as he was training in class one day, noticing how theyâre able to withstand his blasts as if nothing had happened, and noticing that you etched the word dynamight onto the rim of the silver at the bottom of the grenade shaped gauntlet.
he found himself in the support course work room once again, looking aroundbto see if he could find you to, well, somewhat thank you and ask if you had any other recommendations to add to his costume.
his shoes hit the floor as he was able to fully see the room during the day, watching as the students shuffled around and didnât just casually cater to someone standing in their doorway, they were too engrossed in their own projects.
he grabbed oneâs shoulder as they tried to speed by him, almost dropping the poor boy as his items fell on the floor.
âwhereâs extra #1?â he asked, his eyes squinting at the boy who just wanted to grab his things and go.
âwho?â the boy squeaked.
âextra #1!â he whisper shouted as the confusion on the boyâs face never faltered.
ââŚâ
âl/n.â he finally gave up, realizing the boy wasnât gonna understand what he meant.
âoh! sheâs currently over at mirkoâs agency! she designs support gear for her yâknow! sheâs so talented.â the boy gushed as bakugou swore he saw a slight blush on his cheeks before pushing him forward and letting him go, walking out the door.
he normally wouldnât do this. but oh man did he really need that support gear today! the boy was walking around town looking for the number 5 heroâs agency, even stopping some people on patrol to ask!
he was outside the doors, watching with anticipation as he looked inside, watching power loader scold you, a sheepish smile on your face.
bakugou opened the doors, a soft music playing in the background as he caught the end of your conversation with the teacher.
âand get your grades up or iâm taking your keys to the lab!â
you put a hand behind your neck as you looked towards who had just walked in the door, a look of confusion on your face as you spotted the blonde hero in training.
you had grease on your face and dirt covering your arms up to your elbows, and yet he didnât find himself completely repulsed, just fascinated.
âbakugou? whatâre you doing here?â you spoke, a large screw in your hand as you waved him over.
âi, uh, i need your help with something.â
you nodded.
âdâya have anymore recommendations for me? like to add onto my hero outfit? i liked the way you messed with my gauntlets.
âyou came all the way over here to ask me that?â your tone was questioning, and your face wasnât having any of it.
âlisten! iâve got a mission soon and if you do have anything to add i want it on by then! got it, extra?!â he got defensive quick.
âare you forgetful or do you just like to piss me off?â
he was stubborn, you were stubborn.
the perfect match for one another!
âtch. yâknow what i donât even know why i bothered coming out here! clearly youâre just an egotistical asshole.â he turned around.
âfine! then go! iâm not exactly asking to design your support gear anyway! bitch.â you said with pride, although you whispered the last part.
as the door jingled, signaling his exit, you could hear footsteps approaching from behind you.
âwell well well, seems like weâve found someone with enough spunk to finally match yours!â mirko clapped, announcing that out loud to everyone who was sitting in the lobby.
âtch. he wishes.â
âi dunno, the way you were talking to each other, iâd say thereâs some romantic tension there, arenât i right akari?â she turned to her assistant who nodded.
the next day bakugou showed up to the lab, just sitting there waiting to be acknowledged, although you blatantly ignored him the whole time he was there, going on with your day while people from his class walked in and were instantly assisted, even deku.
he would sit there and wait. and thatâs all heâd do. day after day for a whole week before you finally begun to notice him sitting there.
âalright i canât focus with you huffing and puffing in the corner over there!â you dropped your tools, clanking against one another as they hit your workspace.
âi donât want to help you. but youâve got persistence. iâll give you that.â you said as you grabbed some things from a drawer, shoving them into his chest.
âwhatâs this?â
âa mix of different things. smaller compact grenades that pack a bigger punch than your other ones, these are ear plugs thatâll allow you to hear without damaging your hearing further, this is a roll of tape. for you to shut up.â you gave a chesire grin at the last one.
surprisingly, he chuckled. he didnât think heâd ever find someone who⌠âmatched his freak,â as mina would describe it.
he also found himself liking the feeling of sitting there and watching you in your element, so much that he begun to come in after classes just to chat with you while you worked.
you werenât as bad as he thought, he wasnât as bad as you thought.
you could get used to this.
#bakugou x reader#mha bakugou#bnha bakugou#bakugou katsuki#mha#my hero academia#myheroacademia#boku no hero academia#bnha
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LONG fucking fantasy below the cut whoops. Tw for rape, drugging and stalking âĽď¸
I move to a small town in the middle of nowhere to completely restart my life. The community is small and tight knit, but thankfully extremely accepting, so me being trans is a non issue! Or at least, people have the decency to not say anything about it to my face. I feel welcomed in this town, though I spend a lot of my time improving the patch of land I moved onto and less talking to residents, even though I've met nearly everyone.
I start getting letters in the mail, complimenting me in sweet, flowery language. It makes me feel special, but there's no return address, so I can't write back. But over time, the letters get more possessive. Once, the letter describes my body fairly graphically, in all the most complimenting ways, but it's clear they saw me working shirtless in my garden, tits free to the wind. My land is huge and fenced in, someone would have to have jumped my fence and gotten very close without my noticing to see me doing that.
I start spending a little less time at home and more time in town, hoping to make some connections to keep my mind off my "secret admirer", who started recently describing how beautiful and motherly of a man I would make swollen with his baby. I don't tell anyone about it, embarrassed by the content, and the fact that despite the obvious escalation, it makes me wet to think about all this attention. I'm not beloved by the town, but I make a few good friends.
One day, a year to the day I moved into town, a package shows up at my door. Its from my secret admirer, a very small bottle of wine with a letter attached. Praising all my accomplishments this year, in detail, in order. Singing my praises and wishing for even more in the upcoming year. Against my better judgement, I accept, and take the wine inside.
I generally am a lightweight when it comes to alcohol- I learned that recently, out with friends at the local bar. One had bought me a drink and I needed help home afterwards, and the friend that bought me the round felt so badly about my state he walked me home himself. But I had nothing else to do that day, so I poured myself a glass anyway.
I don't drink often, so I didn't recognize right away that something was wrong. Didn't notice that I was fading in and out of consciousness on the couch until one moment I was watching a documentary on wilderness survival, and the next it was about space travel. My body was heavy, I could barely move, so the couch would have to do that night.
I almost chalked it up to overindulgence when my front door opened.
It was a small town- I had no reason to lock my door. Even my secret admirer hadn't made mention of wanting to break in, just lamented that they couldn't work up the courage to approach me first. But apparently, this was how they chose to do it.
I yelled, a slurred and disoriented thing. Time was runny, and I didn't even have time to process running before they were on me. A mask, sunglasses and a ball cap obscured my attackers face, hair seeming meticulously tucked into the cap to further obscure their identity.
I tried to struggle, but I'm small and they're much bigger- not to mention the wine that I realize must've been drugged. They shush me, clearly altering their voice so I wouldn't know who they are- small town, after all.
They pull up my shirt, tangling me in it and covering my face so I can't see them. Everything is running together, and at some point they've taken my pants off too, Im lying naked before them. Everything narrows down to sensations that run together. A mouth sucking on my nipple, my attackers hands running reverently down my body. They're murmuring words I can't understand because my head is swimming from the spiked drink. Their fingers find my wet and waiting slit, and they thumb over my tdick, and despite myself I make a strangled noise.
Then, I am aware of their cock at my entrance, and I get another burst of fighting, but it's useless. They shush me, kissing the side of my face through the fabric of the shirt around my face, and promise to be gentle as they push themself into my dripping cunt. They moan openly into my ear, muffled by the shirt, and start playing with my tits while they rape me.
Everything is blurry, I keep slipping in and out of consciousness, only to wake up and find that they're still fucking me. They whisper praises, saying they wish they'd done this a year ago when I first moved in, how much of a tease I was working in my garden shirtless or changing in front of the window. How we were going to be so happy together, how excited they were to realize I had a womb they could fill. How they'd start with one, but they knew I would look heavenly round and heavy with their baby for the rest of my life.
I don't know how much time passed, them using my pliant body like a cocksleeve. They were mostly true about being gentle, aside from the bruising on my hips where they held me down. They came against my waiting cervix at least once, but it all ran together for me. After cumming inside me, they gently rubbed my stomach over my womb, scratching the trail of dark hair that sprouted over the year taking testosterone.
I wanted to cry, but they stayed inside me growing soft for a while, gently fondling me or kissing my body. Eventually, I blacked out entirely.
The next morning I couldn't pretend it was a dream- I was left tangled up in my clothes, though a blanket from my room was draped over me and my TV turned off. My cunt was sore and I had the world's worst hangover. I stumbled to the shower and tried not to throw up.
I didn't want to be alone, so after my chickens were fed I went down to the friends house who helped me home that night. He had been so kind, and we'd started getting close. He had even dismissed a mutual friend making a joke about taking advantage of me the night he helped me home- he'd just helped me to my bed and left. I could trust him.
He knew something was off the moment he saw me, and ushered me inside. He got me water from his fridge, and sat down with me to let me talk.
I told him everything. First about the rape that night, then elaborating to the stalker in tears. He looked horrified, and let me sob in his arms. He was so kind to me, so good to me. I told him I didn't want to be alone. He offered to move in with me for a little while, to make sure nothing else happened. I agreed immediately, and he started packing up his things right that second.
His time spent moved in was nice. I got up early for my chickens and garden, but somehow he was always up earlier, making me coffee and breakfast. Some days he even watered my plants for me, just to be kind. He was sweet, always there to support me. He slept on the couch with no complaints, and even held me close when a noise outside had me convinced the stalker was going to break down the now locked door and rape me again.
The admirers notes slowed. They first were promises of coming back again, to see my "beautiful fertile body" up close again. Then threats when my friend moved in. Then nothing. I thought the nightmare was over.
I had chalked up the throwing up to a traumatic response and the drugs working their way out of my system. When it continued I didn't think much of it. Attributed the weight gain to my friend fussing over me and making sure I ate well. But the slightly round look of my stomach unsettled me, so I bit the bullet and took a pregnancy test.
Positive.
I was in hysterics when I saw the lines, and my friend ran into the room asking if I was hurt. I just shook my head and showed him the test, and he took me into his arms. We both know by this point it was too late to abort in the state this town was in, and travel costs put it out of the question if I could go out of state to have it done.
My friend assured me that it would be alright. That he'd help me through this. That he'd even help me raise the baby if I didn't want to be a single father.
Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, maybe it was the kindness he'd shown me this past month or two. Maybe it was the way he looked up at me, having knelt down in front of me to make his promise of support. But I kissed him. I had fallen in love with this man, who'd taken care of me in my time of greatest need. And with the way he kissed me back, he'd fallen for me too.
It was like a switch was flipped, like he had been holding back this entire time. I invited him into my bed, and every night his hands were on me. I loved the way he felt, so happy to have someone else touch me after what happened. Every touch was adoring and reverent, he made me feel like a prince. Id beg him to cum deep inside me and breed me, and he'd get a look in his eyes when he pounded my cunt. It helped me pretend it was his baby growing inside me, especially when he'd put his hand on my growing stomach protectively.
Our relationship moved quickly. We were dating for only three months when he proposed to me, but it felt like three years. Gladly I accepted, and it took only two months to set up the wedding. He handled everything, insistent I just relax because he didn't want to stress out the baby. I was heavily pregnant at our wedding, and I heard a few murmurs about it being a shotgun wedding. I let them gossip- I hadn't told anyone about my attack, and I didn't care if they thought we were just getting married because I got knocked up. My husband and I knew the truth.
Those final few months were hard, but my wonderful husband took such good care of me. Doted on me hand and foot, took care of the chickens entirely, and with winter setting in soon I didn't need to tend the garden at all. This loving wonderful man cared for me through every stage of this unwanted pregnancy and turned it into the start of a beautiful life. It was like a scene out of a romance novel.
My labor was hard, but he was there through it all. Fussing over me and ensuring I got the best care. It hurts beyond words, the baby huge and heavy, but I managed. A sweet baby girl.
He was overjoyed. The next two months spent in a sleepy newborn haze, of course. But he was always there, at my side. He cooked dinner, kept the house tidy, watched the baby as I tended the chickens, our main income aside from a few residuals from some old novel he wrote years ago. He didn't even ask for sex, knowing I was healing, even if I wanted to regardless of doctors orders. But we waited.
The anniversary of the attack came and went, and he held me through my sobs. Reminded me that even if the experience was horrible, we had our beautiful daughter, and our beautiful relationship, because of it. And he was right. I was able to leave it behind.
As time wore on, he continued to be an amazing husband. Attentive in daily life, wonderful to our child, and absolutely fantastic in bed.
Nights spent after the baby was sleeping entwined in each other. His cock buried to the hilt in my needy cunt, his mouth on my heavy milky tits. Some nights, id let him take Polaroid photos of me impaled on his cock, or sucking him off, or stroking my tdick as his cum leaked out of me. I never saw where he kept them, but the idea that my body was so important to him he kept photos around made me feel good and loved. I never needed to ask with him, he somehow always knew what I needed, and I was often marked with hickies along my body from him. He said he was claiming every part of me.
A few months into summer, I felt off again. This time I didn't wait, and took a pregnancy test right away. Positive again. We weren't trying explicitly, but we weren't preventing it either, especially not with how I begged him to breed me every night. I told him, and he was overjoyed. I felt like I was in a fairy tale.
We decided to turn his old stuff into a playroom, since the nursery itself was small. I set to work on it in the mornings, while he was making breakfast. It was a lot to take down and move, so it took a while. While emptying his desk to have him move it to storage, I found a little cardboard box. Curious, I opened it up.
At first I thought it was the dirty photos he had taken of me. The idea of him alone in his study, fucking his hand to these photos when working late on a new story made me shiver. But then, under those photos were more. Candid shots of me out with friends, even before the baby. I hadn't gotten out much after the baby came, not like I went much of anywhere after the attack. These photos were old.
Then, the ones from my home. In through the windows while I was changing. My shirtless working in my garden. Me reaching for a gift wrapped bottle of wine.
With shaking hands, I set the box down. My husband, unbeknownst to me, had come up behind me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, in a way hours ago I would find protective but now felt like a vice grip.
"What's the matter, love?" He asked, as he placed a hand over my womb, once again full of his child. "I told you we were meant to be. That you would look beautiful heavy with my baby for the rest of your life. I know you think so too. Why else would you beg me to breed that fertile, beautiful body of yours again? Just as I said before. If it weren't for that night, we wouldn't have our daughter, or our marriage. I just wish I'd done it sooner."
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Jokes In The Cloud (Carlos Sainz x Comedian!Reader)
No Face Claim. All the pictures are from Pinterest.
CONGRATULATIONS TO CARLOS ON WINNING HIS SECOND GP THIS SEASON!!
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The gears in my head my turning, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I still had to refine my script; I was sure I could do it if I have a few hours. "Sweetheart, dinner's ready" my dad called out from the bedroom door. "Dad, I have to leave" I stated. "To where?" my dad asked, walking in. "You know that Netflix special I was gonna film" I began, he nodded along, "well, they want to film it on Monday" I finished. "That's in a day" he stated. "2, since it's in New York" I explained. "Cassidy will send me my tickets, but I think I'll be leaving now" I spoke. "Sorry about ditching the family trip. I know how important it was for you" I mumbled. "It's okay, darling. This is bigger. This will catapult you to fame like you always wanted, I mean I'm already so proud of you but this is still bigger" he explained trying to calm me. "Me and your mum will help you pack, come on" he said and called my mum.
The two of them helped me pack my bags. He explained how my Netflix special would be filmed soon and I would be leaving soon to everyone. All my younger cousins and nieces and nephews were so excited. Cassidy sent me the tickets. I made sure to pack everything while my mum fed me, it was chaos in the best way possible. "I'll be leaving now" I hugged my parents good bye. "Can't wait to watch it" my aunt spoke patting my back. "Mention us" one of my younger cousin's spoke. "I'll try" I laughed. My niece kissed my cheek wishing me good bye. My nephew wasn't ready to let me go yet, my brother had to pull him off me.
I waved good bye as the taxi left the resort, my family waving back as I disappeared. The ride to the airport was short, I was too busy going through my material to notice when I reached the airport. I paid the taxi driver and hauled my luggage to the check-in desk. The person behind it, checked me in and I was headed to immigration. This was the first time I noticed that I was sitting first class. When did my manager have this kind of money to book first class. I'd have to bring it up with her once I had the time.
I got done with all the formality and headed to the waiting area, where I spent my time going through my script and tweaking it ever so often. I downed a RedBull to try to align myself to New York time, so that I can combat the jet lag.
As the speaker's announced the boarding for my flight, I grabbed all my stuff with the plan to finish it up on the plane. The air-host lead me to my seat. I noticed a man sat on the seat next to mine, he looked an awful lot familiar, until it hit me that it was Carlos Sainz; my heart started pounding. I walked up to my seat, put my luggage away and sat down. My hands were shaking by the time I sat down, pulling my laptop out. I started typing away with shaky hands. "Is that a script?" a voice came from beside me. I turned around to find Carlos with his head turned, trying to figure out what's written. "Yeah, I'm a comedian, this is a script for my show" I tried to speak as confidently and calmly as possible. "That's cool. I'm Carlos, Carlos Sainz" he introduced himself. "I'm Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N" I shook his hand. "I'm a Formula One driver, maybe you'e heard about me" he further elaborated. I know, I've been obsessed with you for years, my poor brother has to listen to me talk about you for hours after every race, analysing the whole race. I have a fan account called carloslover, were the thoughts running through my head. "Yeah, I must've heard about Formula One some where" I said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Well it's nice to meet you" Carlos said. "It's nice to meet you too" I said with a smile. "I'll let you get back to your work" Carlos said pointing at my laptop.
I spent a couple more minutes working on it before I was disturbed by Carlos, not like I was complaining; "I'm sorry but I'm kind of curious about what the script your working on is about" Carlos spoke slowly. "I'm filming a Netflix special in New York. So, I'm fine tuning my script" I chuckled. "Oh, sorry for disturbing you" Carlos replied sheepishly. Damn, he looked so cute, I caught myself fawning at him. "Ah, it's nothing." I quickly looked away, "I love when people are interested in what I do" I smiled. "Then, I will continue to annoy you a bit" he laughed. "Be my guest" I smiled back.
A few more tweaks and a good hour later, I was able to close the laptop, happy with the script I had at hand. "I'm guessing you're done" Carlos chimed in. "I am" I said stretching a little. "Maybe you could practice a bit with me" Carlos suggested. "I do want to practice my crowd work" I thought out loud.
"So, Carlos are you really a full time driver or a model? I can't really tell" I said. Carlos's face turned red, "Is this how you do crowd work?" he trailed. "I, no, can't let the opportunity to flirt with a man as handsome as you go" I smirked. Carlos's blush only deepened, "So, I'm special" he laughed. "Obviously" I shrugged. "If it's anything, I thought you were a model and not a comedian" he retorted. "I get that a lot. But doesn't work in my profession when people don't think pretty people tell good jokes" I retorted back. "I've never heard any of your jokes, but I'm sure you're funny since Netflix wants you" Carlos said. "Hope so" I said holding up my hands with crossed fingers.
I felt like the time flew by, as Carlos kept me company. Just as the flight was about to land; "Will I see you again?' Carlos asked hopefully. "You could, if I had your number" I remarked. Carlos pulled his phone out and handed it to me. I put my number in and called myself. "I'll see you soon." I winked as I saved Carlos's number. "Can't wait" Carlos replied, smiling at me as we grabbed our luggage to leave.
Cassidy was waiting for me as I exited the airport. "I'm so sorry, I should've checked my emails" she apologised grabbing my bag. "It's fine, let's go. I'm exhausted" I replied grabbing my bag back. We caught an uber back to the hotel. I rehearsed my script with Cassidy for the next few hours, trying not to memorise it so it would sound genuine.
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punchlineprincess Done filming my first special, can't wait for it to airđĽšđĽš
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After the race win celebrations on the podium and the team, after the interviews when I finally got him all to myself; "I'm so proud of you baby" I whispered as I pressed a kiss on his lips. "I'm so happy you got to see me win" Carlos mumbled not letting go. "I can't believe instead of watching you on TV I got to watch you in real life" I said pulling away. "I don't know why you lied to me when we met" Carlos laughed. "Well I couldn't tell you I'm @ carloslover on Instagram and Twitter and I've been in love with you since you debuted" I laughed. "I think I wouldn't have paid much attention since you're so pretty" Carlos smiled running his hands down my sides to rest on my waist. "Well I'm a Carlos lover and I am Carlos's lover. It's a win win" I smiled, "You and I both, princessa, you and I both" Carlos captured my lips in another, yet steamy kiss pulling me closer so my body was touching his, "You are all sticky and smell of champagne", I mumbled against his lips trying to pull away but Carlos pulled me closer, "No" he muttered and continued kissing me. He walked back to sit on the couch pulling me down with him, straddling his lap. He pulled me closer, our bodies touching, his hands roaming mine before they found home on my ass. We pulled away slightly breathless but Carlos than started his assault on my neck, sucking on my sweet spot near my collar bone while pushing me down on his lap. I could feel him grow under me. I pushed him away, "Nope" I said firmly. "No?" he asked cocking his head to the right with his big brown puppy eyes, "We're not doing it here. Let's get back to the hotel, maybe after you smell a little less like alcohol, I'll think about it" I said getting up. "Y/N" he whined holding my hands as I stood in front of him. "Not even for today's race winner" he pouted. "No. Baby, this is your work place. I will do anything and everything you want but out of the paddock" I said. "The car?" Carlos perked up. "Carlos, darling, we'll be on the headline tomorrow reading Carlos Sainz Jr knows how to celebrate his win in Mexico with girlfriend in his black Ferrari" I said. "Fine, Let's go back soon. I can't wait" he humphed before going to change out of his race suit. "I love you" I called out. "TambiĂŠn te amo" he called back.
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[3.1k] after a spell goes wrong, you and lando are forced to hide the fact that oscar isn't quite himself during media day at the british grand prix. it goes about as well as you would expect ft. mediocre magic, a surprised max verstappen and a cute black cat.
[find other fright night specials here]
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There was a lot more to being a witch than people expected.Â
It wasnât all hocus pocus, waving a wand and standing around a bubbling cauldron whilst chanting in an ancient language under the moonlight. Donât get it twisted, that was still a part of it. But there was more than cliches and stereotypes, things were a lot more complicated than reading from a spellbook and swishing a stick around.Â
It was hard.Â
Sometimes, it felt like that one subject in school that just never clicked. You were reading the textbooks, doing the homework and listening to the teacher but, no matter what, you couldnât seem to get it quite right. Sometimes, you would eventually get it.Â
And sometimes, you were left in situations quite like this one.Â
Ideallyâat least in the eyes of your grandmotherâyou would have done what every other young witch did at your age. You would have finished school, joined a coven and trained under the watchful eyes of the elders until you had successfully and safely mastered your magic. Upon reaching adulthood, a witchâs magic became more volatile, more unpredictable, more potent. It was vital for her to learn to control it before it overtook her.Â
Unfortunately for your grandmotherâs sake, you didnât want to settle down in a coven. You wanted to explore the world. You wanted to learn to control your magic through experience, not through old scrolls and grimoires. You wanted to live, not just survive and learn.Â
You did not want to be chained down by ancient rules and practices.Â
However, as much as it pained for you to admit it, you kind of wish you had listened to your grandmother around about now.Â
It was a funny series of events that led you to meet the two Mclaren drivers. It was somewhere during two race weekends a year ago, a meeting that happened by chance but changed the trajectory of all three of your lives. It was instant connections, late nights spent in hotels and a passion that was far from fizzling after your two weeks together were over.Â
And it bloomed.Â
You wanted to travel the world and they wanted to show you the world. You wanted to experience life beyond a witchâs expectations and they wanted to share that experience with you. You wanted someone to share your heart with and they wanted to be the ones you trusted with it.Â
It felt like the planets aligned, the stars shone and the universe worked its magic to help you cross paths with Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri. It felt the invisible string of fate weaving its way through your hearts to bring you together, to keep you together, to intertwine your lives to this very point.Â
And, despite the stories whispered in young witchâs ears about the taboos of humans, Lando and Oscar accepted you for who you were, they loved you for who you were. The tales of humans hating and despising and disapproving of witches were squished by your boys in seconds. In fact, they were your biggest supporters in your journey to learn and control your magic.Â
Maybe sometimes a little too supportive.Â
âOh my god.â
âLandoââÂ
âOh my god!âÂ
âStop panicking!âÂ
âHow can I not fucking panic?! Oscar is a fuckingââÂ
âShhh!â You hissed, slapping your hand over your boyfriendâs mouth before he altered the whole McLaren hospitality. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the bubbling of feeling of âoh, I fucked upâ becoming more and more prominent. âJustâŚcalm down for a second.âÂ
Lando let out a squeak of disbelief as he gestured towards the orange cat blinking up at the both of you, sitting in the spot where Oscar had been standing moments ago.Â
âFuck,â you whispered, staring at the orange cat. âOscar?âÂ
The cat meowed in response.
âOh my god,â Lando wheezed, his eyes comically wide. âI canât believe you turned him into an orange cat. He is definitely more of a black cat, if anything.âÂ
You glared at the Brit. âOh, sorry, let me just remember that for the next time I turn our boyfriend into a fucking cat!âÂ
Landoâs mouth parted. âUh, babeââÂ
âWhat?â
Lando only nodded back towards the cat, only to find Oscar the orange cat now very much black.Â
âWhat the fuck?â You breathed out, the panic starting to resurface.Â
âChange him back!â Lando hissed.Â
âOkay, okay!â You rolled your shoulders, eyes narrowing slightly in determination as you stared at the black cat in front of you. âThis is fine. I turned you into a cat, I can turn you back into a human.âÂ
âIdeally soon,â Lando added, staring at the cat with a suspicious glare. Like he didnât quite believe it was really Oscar. âItâs Thursday. The media team is gonna want us to start filming stuff soon.âÂ
So, no pressure.Â
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Sometimes, you wondered if your grandmother placed a small, inconvenient curse on you to punish you for not listening to her advice about joining a coven straight after school.Â
Because that was the only explanation you could come up with behind your horrendously, inconveniently timed bad luck that would be turning one of your boyfriends into a cat on media day of the British Grand Prixâarguably one of the most important for the team and the boys in the racing calendar.Â
It was a purely unpurposeful accident that led to you accidentally turning Oscar into a cat, but you thought you had a little more skill and experience to be able to change him back with the same ease. However, forty minutes later and three breakdowns laterâall from Lando, thank you very muchâtold you that accidental magic was a lot harder to fix than one would expect.Â
Or, at least, than you expected.Â
âThis is pointless!âÂ
âBabe,â you sighed but the boy was already pacing the small driverâs room already.Â
âHeâs stuck forever! We will never see that stupid swoop ever again! We will never hear him say âWebbahâ ever again!â
âLando,â you tried again.
âOh my god, we have to tell Mark! We have to tell everyone! How the fuck are we going to tell everyone?!âÂ
âLando!âÂ
The boyâs mouth quickly snapped shut, his wide eyes staring back at you as you pushed yourself up from your spot on the couch, crossing the room and gently cupping his face. Your thumbs soothed over his cheeks, feeling him relax a little under your touch.Â
âRelax, baby,â you whispered softly, your lips twitching upwards as he took a deep breath. âThis isnât ideal but I have messaged my grandmother. She will call back and help us sort out this mess and nobody has to know.âÂ
âWhat about the team?â Lando questioned, his brows furrowing together. âThey are gonna noticeââ
âWe will just have to cover up until Oscar is human again,â you said with a determined nod. âIt canât be too hard, right?â
âRight, yeah, of course,â Lando nodded. âExcept for one minor problem.âÂ
You frowned. âWhat?âÂ
âOscar is gone.âÂ
Your head snapped around, expecting to turn and see the black cat curled up where he was less than a few minutes ago. But he was nowhere to be seen, the driver room now empty apart from the two of you and the door out to the rest of the paddock somehow wiggled open.
âFuck.âÂ
âŚ
âIf I were a cat, where would I be?âÂ
âKeep your voice down!âÂ
âIâm just trying to get into the mindset of Oscar right now,â Lando murmured in response, his lips turned downwards as he rubbed the spot of his arm you just slapped. âIf heâs even Oscar anymore. What if heâs stuck with a cat brain forever?âÂ
You rolled your eyes. âMagic canât do that. Heâs still Oscar. JustâŚOscar with very strong cat-like urges.âÂ
The two of you had managed to sneak out of Landoâs driver room without alerting anyone else on the team that something was wrong. None of them questioned where Oscar was, just simply waving at the two of you walking past as Lando panic-babbled some bullshit about wanting to go see Carlos in the Ferrari hospitality to sort out some details for a golf day before the McLaren media team stole them away for the rest of the day.Â
Fortunately, they bought it.Â
Unfortunately, itâs a lot harder to look for a cat in a paddock when no one can know you are looking for a cat.
âShould we get treats?â Lando questioned, keeping his voice low. âOr likeâŚa laser?âÂ
âYeah, because that will be real subtle,â you murmured with a snort.Â
âWe need to get into the mindset of a cat,â Lando said with an odd sense of certainty.Â
âHe would probably be somewhere warm,â you pointed out, tilting your head back to look up at the grey clouds starting to cover the sky. âBut that's more of an Oscar thing than a cat thing.âÂ
âOscar did say the other day he was going to hog the tire warmer blankets if the weekend had shit weather,â Lando suggested, his brows furrowing together. âWhat are the chances heâs justâŚsleeping there?âÂ
You glanced down at his watch, your frown deepening. âLetâs hope high.âÂ
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âPspspsps!â
âWhat the fuck are you doing?âÂ
Lando glanced up, a sheepish smile on his face. âTrying to make him feel relaxed, you know? Like we are one of his people.âÂ
You raised your brows, taking in the sight of him crawling through the stacks of tires on all fours before shaking your head, deciding it was easier to just leave it rather than ask any questions.Â
Your grandmother hadnât responded to any of the messages, the team were starting to blow up Landoâs phone and the two of you have had to dodge a handful of McLaren employees scouting the paddock for their drivers.Â
Safe to say your plan wasnât working the way you intended.Â
âOscar!â You called out, crouched down as you joined Lando in searching amongst the tires. âOscar! Come on! We have fish!âÂ
âEw, we do?âÂ
You shot the boy a look.
âUh, yeah!â Lando quickly cleared his throat. âWe have a lovely piece of salmon just for you!âÂ
âFuck, maybe we should have brought some fish,â you murmured under your breath.
âWhat the fuck are the both of you doing?âÂ
You let out a noise of surprise as your head snapped up, your eyes widening a little at the sight of Max Verstappen standing a few feet away from you. But more surprisingly, the sight of a familiar black cat curled up in his arms.Â
âOscââ You winced when Lando nudged your side with elbow. âCat! You found him!âÂ
Max blinked. âDid you just call him Oscat?âÂ
You smiled sheepishly. âYes, I did, didnât I?âÂ
âOdd name choice,â Max commented, lightly scratching the cat underneath his chin. âI didnât know you got a cat.â
âHeâs new,â Lando retorted, quickly scrambling to stand up and brush his knees off. âUh, where did you find him?âÂ
âI heard meowing behind the motorhome and found this little guy trying to puncture some spare tires,â Max grinned, cooing at the black cat. âHeâs a menace, isnât he?âÂ
âTell me about it,â Lando grumbled before clearing his throat. âI mean, thanks for finding him! But we will take it from here!â
âYou should bring him over some time,â Max said as he handed the black cat off to Lando. âSassy probably wonât like him but Jimmy mightââÂ
The cat let out a god-awful screech before he could be placed in Landoâs arms.
âBastard,â Lando glared at the cat.
âWeâll think about it!â You quickly spoke up, ignoring Maxâs odd expression as you quickly took Oscar in your arms. You didnât miss the way Landoâs glare hardened when the black cat easily curled into your arms, purring away like nothing was wrong. âBut we have to go.âÂ
âMedia duties,â Lando supplied with a grim smile.
âTell Oscar I said hi.âÂ
Lando only hummed, glaring at the black cat once more before the two of you headed back towards the McLaren garage.
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Lando was pretty sure his team were going to think he had food poisoning again considering he had told them he had needed to go to the bathroom before they started filming.Â
And the fact that had been forty minutes ago.Â
âWe canât stay here forever,â Lando muttered, staring at the black cat curled up on his hoodie. Despite refusing to be held by the Brit, Oscar seemed happy to nap amongst his clothes. Lando was trying not to take it personally.Â
âI know, I know,â you sighed, frowning as you flipped through your notebook. It was no grimoire, but it had little notes and lessons and spells you had learnt over the years. Your grandmother insisted it was pertinent for a witch to record her progress properly, to take extensive notes to pass on to the witches after her. You were starting to see her point now. âWhy have I never turned a person into a cat before?!âÂ
Lando paused. âWas that question rhetorical orâŚ?âÂ
You lifted your head to shoot him a look.
âRhetorical it is,â he nodded, slouching back against the couch. âWhat if you just abracadabra your hands at him until something eventually happens?âÂ
âOther than the fact that is an incredibly stupid and idiotic idea?â You retorted before sighing, flashing him an apologetic smile at your biting tone. âIt wouldnât be safe for him or me. I donât know what spell I would be adding onto and we donât know what effects it could have on Oscar. For all we know, it could make this changeâŚpermanent.âÂ
The black cat lifted his head to meow in response.Â
âHe doesnât seem like a fan of that idea either,â you added, your lips twitching at the way Oscar managed to look so judgemental even in cat form.Â
âHe doesnât have much of a brain right now,â Lando grumbled, shuffling away when Oscar hissed at him in response.
âStop antagonising him,â you chastised.
âHeâs the one who wonât let me pet him!â Lando huffed in response. âHeâs my boyfriend too.âÂ
âIs this about Max holding him?â You deadpanned.
âYes!âÂ
âWell,â you started, quickly turning back towards your notebook. âIn his defence, it was your fault that he got turned into a cat.â
Lando blinked. âHow?â
âYou were the one who kept pushing me to make you an ice lolly!â
âAnd you were the one who fucked up the spell!âÂ
âAnd that was because you kept tickling meââ
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The room fell dead silent as the three of you stared at the door.Â
âLando? Is Oscar with you? The press conference starts in five minutes, youâre both needed right now.âÂ
The Brit turned to you with a panicked look.
âGo,â you whispered with wide eyes. âStall them. Iâll work on Oscar.â
Landoâs brows furrowed together. âAre you sure? I canââ
âGo, weâll be okay,â you assured him, quickly leaning in to peck his lips. âPromise, baby.âÂ
âOkay, okay,â he nodded, swallowing harshly. âI can distract them. I can hold them off.âÂ
That was perfectly possible and capable.Â
âŚ
It was not, in fact, possible or capable.
The journalists were like vultures the second they realised the second McLaren driver was nowhere to be seen. Lando assumed his presence and the three other Brits on the couch would be more than enough for the media, especially for Silverstone weekend. It turns out he was wrong.Â
So very wrong.Â
âQuestion for Lando!âÂ
The boy resisted the urge to roll his eyes, instead slumping further back the couch in hopes it would open up and eat him alive. He noticed Alex and George sat to his left, snickering away with their microphones sitting beside them considering they hadnât been asked a question in the last ten minutes.
âWith Oscar out of contention for the weekend, are we to expect McLaren will be focusing on your standing in the championship?âÂ
Lando frowned. âOscar isnât out for the weekend.âÂ
âNo one has given us a reason for his absence in this conference,â the journalists retorted. âWe assumed he was unwell. Do we have reason to believe he isnât here for another reason?â
Lando bit his tongue.Â
âHe was seen this morning arriving in the paddock,â another journalist added.Â
âThen Iâm sure you saw he was here and well,â Lando said, a fake and forced smile on his face.Â
âHey, if you need a driver for that second McLaren,â Alex spoke up as he tried to divert the attention away from Landoâbecause bless his heart, he is a good friendâafter picking up his microphone for the first time in the conference. âI know a guy.â
Landoâs smile felt a little more genuine this time. âYeah? Thereâs a few qualifications he needs to meet.âÂ
âBe slower than you?â Alex guessed, a few chuckles breaking out amongst the crowd.
âYeah, if he could hold everyone back, that would be great,â Lando grinned. âJust swipe everyone out whilst I just zoom off.âÂ
Alex cackled, leaning into George as he shook his head fondly.Â
âLando!â A journalist called out and Lando felt his whole body tense up. âDo you think Oscarâs absence shows a lack of commitment to the team?âÂ
Lando could feel his face scrunch up. He knew his emotions were probably written very clearly across his face if the bubbling anger inside him was telling enough. But before he could lift his microphone and say something that would have the PR team sighing deeply at his snarkiness, the door to the conference room slammed open as someone came running in.Â
âSorry, sorry!âÂ
Landoâs anger quickly melted away, replaced with something quite like knee-buckling relief at the sight of Oscar settling onto the couch beside him, his cheeks flushed and his hair dishevelled on his head. But he was there and he was human and that was all Lando needed to know right now.Â
At least, he tried to tell himself that as Oscar supplied the journalists with some very vague excuse as to why he was late.
âHow?â Lando muttered under his breath, leaning into Oscar so the microphones wouldnât pick up on their voices.
âGrandma messaged back,â Oscar said with a small smile. âShe seems confident it worked fine. But she was also three drinks deep into happy hour so, take it with a pinch of salt.âÂ
Lando raised his brows. âDo you feel okay?âÂ
âYeah, Grandma said there shouldnât be any lingering side effects,â Oscar assured him, shrugging his shoulders. âIâm fine. Promise. Iâll explain later.âÂ
Lando only nodded in response, shuffling a little closer to Oscar until their knees were nudging against each other. Oscar was there and he was human and he was touching him now, and that was what mattered. He could wait another fifteen minutes before finding out more, before wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and muttering about needing to buy a black cat before Max texted him with more questions.Â
Oscar was fine now and nobody knew the mess they had accidentally created.Â
âNext question is for Oscar: did you just meow?âÂ
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