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I started making a post with my thoughts about the debate last night, and I'm back to finish it this morning. Here's what I wrote last night:
This really really REALLY showed off the differences between the two of them in so many ways,,,, Harris went for the handshake, he tried to ignore her. Harris looked at him, and he never looked at her or said her name. Harris was mostly clear and concise and rarely interrupted, and he wouldn't SHUT THE FUCK UP. Overall she comes across as much more put together, sane, and articulate than him (mostly because. she is.)
All of the memes that are coming out of it are insane (eating dogs, killing babies, transgender operations on illegal aliens in prison, Trump lusting over Putin/Kim Jong-un, etc.) and I honestly think we need to not ever shut up about them!!! Keep bringing it up!! Keep making fun of all the stupid shit he says!!! Keep highlighting how genuinely crazy he is!! He doesn't get called out on his bullshit enough so we need to!!
I genuinely think he thinks he's still running against Biden,,, yet another thing to add to the "reasons why he's crazy" list.
I strongly disagree with Harris on some points. There were things she said that made me full-body cringe. However, at the end of the day, I'm still voting for her - I'm too scared of what could happen in another Trump term. I think we still need to pressure her on some of her policies, and that we need to break the two party system (but we need to start small with that one; win local elections first!) but I'll still vote for her come November.
Thoughts this morning:
Taylor Swift supporting Harris is actually really huge. I bet voter registration numbers are going to really go up in the next few days.
Can we PLEASE call Harris by her last name or her full name? We refer to every male presidential candidate by their last names, so why do a lot of people still just call her "Kamala"? (it was brought to my attention that this is a branding decision, which honestly makes a lot of sense! Still leaving this point up though as it feels disingenuous to remove it. I'll also continue to call her Harris, but I feel a lot better about people calling her Kamala now)
Damn that debate was insane. Gotta laugh about how insane our politics are or else I'll cry I guess-
it's so funny that he doesn't even want to be associated with vance,,,
Anyways, that's all I wanted to say- shoutout Tumblr for having the funniest memes about that hellscape of a debate!!!
#and yes I didn't use the republican nominee's name for a reason#if he's gonna not say her name or look at her in the debate#then I'm sure as hell not gonna say his name in my shitty Tumblr post#presidential debate#2024 presidential debate#2024 presidential election
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was tempted to write more of this idea of simon x single mom!reader. ty to @weemansoap for the meet cute idea. mention of past abuse/domestic violence in one paragraph, nothing graphic.
-> more here
There's a young lad that can't be more than five or six years of age crouched behind the overgrown bush near the entryway that leads to his flat complex. A strange sight to come home to after months away on deployment. One he's not sure what to make of yet, but Simon approaches, coming up on the kid's blindspot. He doesn't see any parents around. Best find out what this kid is up to.
"Oi, what're you doin' out 'ere, lad?"
The kid startles comedically, nearly falling on his rump, but he manages to catch himself before looking up at Simon, a toothy, mischievous grin on his face. "I'm gonna scare Mama!"
Simon raises an eyebrow. "Your mum doesn't know you're here?"
"No." The boy giggles. "I ran ahead while she was putting on her shoes."
"You shouldn't do that," Simon says, though not quite admonishing him. "You probably scared your mum enough pulling that stunt."
The lad frowns. "I only ran away. What's so scary about that?"
A lot of things. Simon remembers his own mother frantically calling out his name once upon a time. The fear in her eyes. The trembling grip when she finally found him again. The sobbing. The apologies. The promises to be a better mother. The pain she experienced when his father blamed her for losing track of a son he didn't care about. Pain that was Simon's fault. Pain that his father later inflicted on him.
Lots of things are scary when a child runs away. But this lad doesn't need to know the extent.
"Your mum loves you, yeah?" He waits until the kid nods, continuing, "Then it'll always scare her when you runaway. Not knowing where you are. Thinking she lost you. Would it scare you if you lost her?"
"Oh..." The kid looks at the ground, penitent. "I didn't think of it that way."
Simon grunts, studying the lad, debating with himself before deciding fuck it. He clicks his tongue twice and the lad looks up. "Which floor you live on, mate? I'll bring you back to your mum."
"3C."
Simon hums thoughtfully. That one was previously vacant last time he was here. "Right next to me."
The lad perks up. "Really?"
He nods, gesturing towards the building, ready to guide the kid back home, but a voice suddenly rings out like a shock of ice water running down his back.
"Simon, you stay right there, young man!"
For a brief- very brief- second, Simon tenses up. He hasn't heard that angry motherly tone stemmed from fear directed at him since he was a boy. Part of him feels reprimanded, as if he needs to bow his head and meekly apologize for upsetting his mother, fleeting memories of his mum scolding him flashing through his brain. But the feeling quickly dissipates when he sees you, frazzled and anxious, running towards him like an unstoppable force that reminds him of the ocean wind.
It's a stunning sight, Simon notes absently; however, he doesn't take any longer to admire the view you make running towards him. Or, well, the boy. Rather than looking at Simon, you're looking at the lad he's been talking to, a wild, worried look in your eyes the closer you get, glancing at Simon quickly, warily, then back at the boy, the look of a mother bear ready to defend her cub gracing your features, and that's when it clicks.
Ah. Simon.
Your boy's name is Simon.
Funny, that. It almost makes him snort.
The lad in question doesn't seem to register your near feral state, but Simon steps away from your wayward son as to not aggravate you any further.
"Mama, I made a friend!" Your son announces proudly once you rush up to them. "He lives next to us! In, um..."
"3A," Simon interjects when the kid falters. You glance at him in acknowledgment before turning back to your child.
"Oh? How sweet." You smile tightly at the lad, giving him a subtle once over for anything out of place, and reach out to gently tug him further away from Simon, crouching to pick him up. "It's good to make friends with the neighbors, honey, but you can't go running off like that. I was worried when you took off without warning."
The boy in your arms looks properly contrite, bowing his head and wrapping his arms around your neck, voice muffled as he apologizes, "I know. I'm sorry, Mama. I won't runaway ever again. Promise. The nice man told me you would be upset."
"Did he?" You look at Simon, gaze still guarded but there's a hint of something grateful in your eyes. "Well, he was right. I was upset, but as long as you keep your promise, you're forgiven."
His little name twin perks up, giggling and hugging you tighter. "I will! I love you, Mama."
"I love you, too, hon." You give your son a tender look, pressing a kiss to his temple, but it drops once you look at Simon, studying him with a cautious look. You hesitate for a second longer before adjusting your hold on your boy then hold a hand out, giving him your name and your gratitude. "3A? Are you new? I haven't seen you around... Regardless, thank you for keeping an eye on this one. I hope he didn't cause you any trouble."
"I travel for work." He grips your hand and gives it a squeeze, "And he didn't. Your boy's a good lad. I'm Simon."
Your eyebrows lift, mouth dropping slightly agape and hand lingering in his perhaps a tad too long before you recover, letting go, and smile sweetly at your boy who stares up at him with wide, awed eyes. "My name is Simon, too!"
You don't make a sound, but Simon can see you shake with silent laughter, your eyes sparkling for the child in your arms. He catches your eye, and you tilt your head with a hopeful, doe-eyed look for him to indulge your boy a little longer.
Ah, what the hell.
"Really?" Simon raises a disbelieving brow. "Since when?"
"Since I was born!" The boy laughs and you shoot Simon a genuine smile. "You're funny, Simon."
Oh, Johnny could tell your boy just how funny he could really be. He can already hear the groan his sergeant would give.
Don't put the poor lad through that, LT.
He's not hearing any complaints, Johnny. The lad seems to appreciates his humor. And you do too from the looks of it.
"It's a fine name, innit?"
"Uh-huh! Mama named me!"
He switches to look at you. "That right?"
Your smile turns a hint shy under his attention, but you nod with a noncommittal hum, adding nothing more to the conversation. Instead, you start your own. An abrupt, obvious dismissal. "Well, sorry to hold you up, Simon, but we should get going. This Simon needs to go school supply shopping."
Your son pouts, but otherwise doesn't complain. Good lad.
"Say goodbye to," your eyes wash over him, darting up and down, properly taking him in, "Big Simon, Simon."
A rush of amusement passes through him. That's a new one. Not the worst thing he's ever heard, but certainly accurate. He might even like it.
Big Simon tilts his head, raising a brow, and immediately you fluster at the nickname you've given him, eyes widening and head ducking down so you don't have to look him in the eyes, but it's too late to take it back. Little Simon is already waving goodbye at him.
"Bye, Simon, it was nice to meet you!"
There's a flash, and for a moment, Simon sees another young lad waving at him in another mother's arms, another Riley's voice echoing in his ear, asking him when he's gonna settle down, but then they're gone in a blink and he's looking at you and Little Simon again.
It almost makes him pause, but Simon forces them out of his mind and focuses on you and the boy in your arms.
"Nice to meet you too, kid." He gestures to you next. "Be good for your mum. She's a lovely lady, and lovely ladies deserve the best, yeah?"
Your son agrees with an enthusiastic nod, but while he remains oblivious to your flustered state, Simon feels an unfamiliar sort of satisfaction when you stutter out your own goodbyes, leaving him to ponder on things he hasn't thought of in years.
Settle down, huh? That's not for him, but looking at you and your lad...
Simon can almost see the appeal in a domestic life.
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wrote this kinda sleepy, idk how I feel about it hope its alright tho
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still your biggest fan. â ěĄëŻźę¸°.
SYNOPSIS. your boyfriend is on the other side of the globe touring. somehow you fear the cheers of the fans will make him forget about you. so you decide to remind him you are still and will always be his biggest fan
or in which you find a novel way to use your lightstick and send the video to your beloved bf.
mingi x f!reader, smut, mdni
tags. etablished relationship, facetime sex, masturbation (f & m), BLACK UNDERCUT MINGI (!!!!!!!!), jealous + slightly possessive reader, but mingi reassures her (awwww), use of (unconventional) toys (wink wonk im insane pls stop me), pet names, multiple orgasms (f), praises, squirting. wc. 2k
a/n. this mingi has me feral and the concert videos got me in a chokehold. and it's only the first date i need help. also shout out to that one video of yungi saying they use the lightstick to "relax" at night. not proofread.
There was one thing that was absolutely certain about Mingi: that man loved attention. That man lived for the roars of the crowd. When he danced, he was electrified by the cheers of the fans. And you knew your boyfriend was made to be on stage. He enjoyed the attention of fans, hence the fact he was constantly body rolling, hip thrusting and tongue poking. He loved to see the thousands of people thirst for him, he loved looking at all the concert videos all over the internet. He laughed and giggled at the tiktok edits, at the twitter threads, at every comment more over the top than the next.
Usually you donât mind, you even enjoy them too. You like seeing him happy and fulfilled in his job but today maybe youâre a little insecure. He just flew out to start the American leg of the tour and youâre left behind in this bed that seems so empty. You fear somehow the loud cheers will make him forget about you. You donât want that. You want to remind him. You want to make sure that today when he goes to sleep the last thing he sees is you.Â
You looked at the time, your eyes darted to the digital clock on your night stand. At this time he was probably already at the hotel. It was pretty late for you but you wanted to send him a little treat, you knew how Mingi loved when you sent him videos of you playing with yourself and today you might add a little twist.Â
You didnât have much time if you wanted him to see the video before he sleptâŚ
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Mingi was spent, true. But he was still pumped full of adrenaline when he stepped out of the shower with the ends of his raven black hair wet, the longer strands of his undercut dripping down. He didnât even bother stepping into his pajamas, the AC was off and this part of the world in July was pretty hot.Â
He tucked himself in bed, still wide awake. He looked at his phone, a text from you from several hours ago when you went to bed. You were probably sleeping right now. He debated responding, fearing he would wake you. But he pictures you pouting when youâd wake up in a few hours without a response from him and he couldnât bear to make you feel that way so he typed a quick answer.Â
đ princess #2: hope the show goes well (ik it will because you gonna kill it cause you the bestđ). i lob you. you know that right? dont forget about me ok? <33333333
đ¸princess minki (real): i could never baby i love you more. hope you have a great day and i miss you baby <3
then for a second the three little dots appeared and Mingi thought he hallucinated it. But then an other text appeared.
đ princess #2: iâll always be your first and your biggest fan
Mingi didn't even have time to reply that he received a video file. He faintly gasped at the thumbnail. It was your legs spread out on his bed. The big play button in the middle of the frame though blocked out the most interesting part and he didnât even breathe before he played the video.
He continued to hold his breath when he saw you rub your clit throught your white panties. He didnât know how long you did played with yourself but your panties were completely see through. Your juices were sticking to your folds, the laces barely concealing you anymore. But still, he needed these damn panties out of the way.Â
He wanted to see you. His hand found his cock on instinct, immediately palming his hardening bulge. And his prayers were answered. You pushed the panties to the side uncovering the most beautiful sight Mingi had ever layed eyes on. He exhaled a long sigh when long strings of slick connected you to the thin fabric of the underwear. How bad he wanted to be there, to stuff your soaked panties into your mouth while he thrusted his thick fingers into you. How bad he wanted to feel you twitch around him. How bad he wanted to hear his name fall from your quivering lips as he brought you to your peak. He wanted you so bad.
But then you grabbed hold of something, something that emitted light⌠The lightiny? Mingiâs jaw hung open when he saw you bring the handle to your center, rubbing it through your folds, coating it with your juices before bringing it up to your hard clit playing with a little, prying beautiful muffled sounds out of your mouth. Just to bring the handle down again, you took a firm grip of the rounded part and pushed the handle inside your trembling core.Â
âFuckâ Mingi exhaled as he started pumping his balled fist around his now fully hard cock, he kicked the covers off him just to be able to jerk himself off without resistance.Â
âNghhhâ you moaned quietly as you bottomed out. âM-Mingi are you watching?â As if you could see him, Mingi nodded vigorously, qmd you gave more purpose to the coming and going of his wrist. âKeep watching me. K-keep- fuck aaaah. Keep looking at me. Iâll make myself cum for you, ok?â
âFuck yes baby I wanna see it all.â Mingi replied in a strangled breath, his hand going to play with balls, while his other hand held the phone incredibly close to his face. if he could have he would have gone through the screen and right into you.Â
You started to slowly bounce on the lightstick. You were obviously already really worked up, your pussy was clenching down on the shiny copper handle and the light was perfectly shining on your hard clit, making it obvious that you were pretty close. Red and swollen, ready to explode. Just how he liked.
So you did. In a few seconds your thighs were trembling and your movement became uneven. You started to squirt small translucent spurts, one then two.
âFuck baby youâre so fucking hotâ Mingi breathed and pumped himself faster.Â
You took the copper handle out and rubbed your clit in tight and fast circles, squirting more translucent liquid and soaking the sheets. Your center quivering around nothing. You slowed down with a sigh and the video stopped.
Mingi felt like he was going to sink into eternal darkness and despair if he didnât see more of you right now. His cock was twitching in his strong fist, his cockhead was leaking so much precum he wanted you to see him too. He wanted you to know what you did to him.
So he pressed FaceTime. It rang once, twice then you picked up. You looked disheveled and short of breath. Fuck how fucking beautiful you were. Mingi wanted to kiss you all over this pretty face of yours.
âWhy do you torture me?â he said a little more whiny than anticipated.Â
He was so cute with wet hair and his eyebrows meeting on his forehead. He flipped the camera to show you his swollen cock, hard, red and leaking. You bit you lip at the mouth watering sight.
âI just wanted you to remember me. That's all.â you started, your hand finding your folds once again. âRemind you I will always be your biggest fanâ
âFuck how could I forget about you? Are you insane?â he breathed out, his voice sounded strained, in pain almost. You could only imagine how worked up he was and this urgency in his tone compelled you to find a new angle to the video call. You balanced it on the covers and your wet pussy and the mess you made came into view again.
âFuckkkkâ Mingi sighed again, trying his hardest not to be too loud. San was next door and the last thing he wanted was for him to bring up his little intimate session with you tomorrow at breakfast. âYouâve made such a mess. I usually hate it but God Iâd give everything to sleep in the wet spot tonightâ. You saw him jerk himself off faster, his thumb spreading the precum all over his tip and dragging it down his shaft. Squeezing the head the bring out even more and repeat it again.Â
âPlease show me againâ he didnât intend to sound so desperate but it couldnât be helped because he in fact was that desperate for you. âPlease show me how you fuck yourself with the lightinyâ
âO-okayâ You brought it back and stuffed it inside your clenching little pussy with a sigh, your other hand spreading your lips apart, making sure Mingi had the first raw VIP view of the show.Â
âFuckkkkâ he whined again. âYouâre so fucking nasty for me, dollâ
You chuckled, knowing your little scheme had worked. You knew right now he was only thinking of you. Completely pussy drunk even though he was thousands of miles away.
âI wish it was you inside me right now, Mingmingâ
âFuck me too babyâ he said strangling his cock tighter, more precum oozing out again. He was close judging by the way he kept on twitching in his own hand. The sight urged you to bounce harder on the handle of the lightstick, your pussy clenching around it, gliding so smoothly in and out of you while your other hand kept on abusing your sensitive bundle of nerves.
âBaby I-Iâm closeâ he said, a certain rasp about his voice that was only giving more weight to his words. His fist was frantically moving along his cock, now mainly focussing on his tip, making the poor thing absolutely miserable: all wet and beet red, close to bursting.
âM-me tooâ you said, feeling the familiar knot in the pits of your stomach approaching its rupture point. The premise of your orgasm manifested itself in the form of an other small sprut of transparent liquid âNggghh fuck-â you gasped. âIâm c-cumming againâ you whined, rubbing your clit faster, in thighter circles. You ripped the handle out of you and one big squirt came out of your abused little pussy, joining the existing mess in Mingiâs sheets.Â
âOh fuck babyâ Mingi couldnât peel his eyes of the screen. âFuck baby me- Fuck⌠Me tooâ He watched as your thighs became weak and as your pretty little pusy gushed out more and more fluids. You were the hottest thing heâs ever seen. And he couldnât possibly take it anymore. He let himself go. He abruptly stop stroking himself just to let the first big rope of cum sprout out of his slit and crash over his stomach. You moaned louder at the sight. He kept on stroking again, milking more delicious cum out of his twitching red cock, completely repainting his stomach with thick and white cum, grunting as his hips involuntarily thrusted upwards until it all stopped.
When he had caught his breath he approached the phone to show his stomach and scooped some of his spillage between his fingers.Â
âLook what you did to me? Just cause you got a little jealous of the fans?â he chuckled.
âI did that?â you said appalled, âNo you did that! Stop making me jealous and it won't happen againâ He flipped the camera again and you couldn't help but to smile mindlessly at the screen. He was a complete wreck, sharp eyes half lidded, bottom lip swollen and red from being bitten and strands of black hair sticking to his forehead. This haircut made him ridiculously hot. A mischievous smirk pulled at his full lips.
âOrâŚâ he trailed off. âI don't this stop and you make me dirty sexy videos after every showâ
âYeahâ you said, sarcasm tinting your voice. âLet's see you do that! Weâll see how it goes when you came backâ you challenged him. Your smile sent shivers down Mingiâs spine. He loved you but you definitely could be scary sometimes.
âYou know what, I changed my mind. I'll just behave and you can reward me when I get home.â
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SYNOPSIS. mingi has a small favor to ask you real quick.
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I really liked mean!abby, what would it be like shopping with her?
ĘăŁâ˘á´Ľâ˘Ę㣠EEEE iâm glad u liked mean!abby cause i crave this validation!!!! iâm making this about the kitten because i know she secretly loves it, but if you want something else lmk!!! 100% projecting here because my cats are fucking FREAKS. anyways enough yap iâll let you read now!!!
âaww, abby, look at this one!â you coo, the small white kitten sleepily stretches itâs arms out at the sound of your voice. abby shakes her head, âwe donât need another one.â she says coldly. the kitten rolls over with itâs stretch, showing off itâs soft white tummy. you reach out to grab abbyâs shoulder in excitement, only to find her halfway down the aisle, eyebrows furrowed as she stares at her shopping list.
you give the kitten one last smile before turning to follow her, stopping to gaze at her beefy arms effortlessly lifting a heavy box of cat litter. she catches you staring, mumbling an annoyed âcmon. we have places to be.â
âwhat, youâre already antsy to get home and see your favorite kitten?â you tease, elbowing her in the side. surprisingly, she chuckles at this. âsure, whatever you say.â you turn the corner, eyeing a jar of catnip with a ribbon tied around it.
âfuck no.â she spits, your hand awkwardly halfway in the air as you reach for it. âoh, stop.â you roll your eyes. of course she has to say no to everything, sheâs fucking glued to that damn list. âiâm serious, donât you remember what happened last time? she jumped on top of the fridge and spilled the whole container, there was glass everywhere.â
âokay?â you laugh. âdonât you think our daughter deserves to get a little zooted from time to time? you do it practically every night, such a hypocrite.â she sighs deeply, debating the pros and cons quietly.
âfine. but if she pisses me off one more time, iâm sending her to rehab.â
âwhatâs that catâs name?â you ask the cashier.
âthe white one?â he gestures to the glass box behind him. âsheâs meowrie catoinette, itâs here last day here before she gets sent to a shelter.â god, youâve never heard a more perfect name. the stars are all aligning.
you grab abbyâs wrist before she can swipe her card, using almost all of your upper body strength to hold it in place. âno. and iâm not gonna say it again.â
âwhat if they kill her, abby?â you plead. sheâs not sympathetic at all, instead shrugging and wrestling against your grip on her wrist. âdo they do that at the shelter?â
âthereâs really no way of knowing.â the cashier answers. âonce they leave here, itâs completely out of our hands.â
the kitten wakes from itâs nap at the perfect time, stretching itâs pouty mouth with a big yawn, then looking up at you and meowing. abby breaks free from your grip, swiping her card and quickly shoving it back into her wallet. âhow much is she?â you ask.
âany adoptions within the last week of their residency are free. we wanna make sure these animals go home.â
âgreat!â you beam, âweâll take her.â
abbyâs mouth falls open at your audacity. no matter how much she says no, how hard she puts her foot down, you always find a way to beat her. she doesnât say another word to you, not as the young man hands you a small meowing kitten in a cardboard box. not on the drive home. not while you eat dinner, your girls next to you slurping at a plate of fancy feast. not in the shower as you massage her scalp.
and it isnât until youâre both in bed, half naked and half asleep, that she mumbles a grumpy âso this is our destiny now? to be cat moms?â
#true lesbian love is having your butch carry the cat litter that shit is so heavy#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson tlou2#abby the last of us#abby anderson x female reader#the last of us
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your boyfriend isagi lets his best friend bachira fuck you while he watches (mostly)
bachira, isagi x f!reader â smut â 0.8k cw: dirty talk(its bad), penetration, cucking, squirting, rough sex, threesome a/n: reupload from ao3. gulp... ive actually been debating whether or not i should post it because i actually feel so embarrassed about it like i cant believe i typed that with my own fingies but my friend convinced me to post it so for my own wellbeing all the smut will be under the cut because i'll start convulsing if i read it against my will :)
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how you got into this predicament you werenât sure. the events leading up to this blurry and hard to even try to remember. all you could think about was now. the present reality being you leaning back against your boyfriend isagi while his best friend bachira fucks into you.
âah shit isagi- sheâs so- fuck- so tight-,â bachiras onslaught of crude words made you helplessly clench around his dick. with your legs behind held up and open by isagi, you were getting mercilessly pounded into. you could hear isagi chuckle darkly from right behind you, his hard clothed dick pressing into your lower back as he squeezed your thighs.Â
âdont forget to play with her clit bachira,â isagiâs voice was light, playful as he let go of one of your legs to grope at your breasts instead. âwanna feel her cum on you dont you,â
âf-fuck yeah- yeah i do,â without a second of delay he lets a ball of spit fall from his lips, both menâs eyes watching as it fell down right above your sensitive clit. the groan isagi let out had your hips bucking into bachira which just fueled him even more. âyouâll cum for me right y/n? youâll cum on my dick right? your boyfriend said itâs okay so go ahead,â you whined as bachira kept his eyes on you. there was something unnerving in his eyes and the unwavering desperate smile he had.Â
âa-ah fuck-,â you couldnât help but moan at the feeling of bachira pressing his thumb onto your neglected clit, pressing his fingers into your lower abdomen as he moved his thumb in tight circles.
ây/n you sound so good- hah- cum for me baby please- wanna feel it bad,â he was babbling now, head hung low as he continued to drill himself into you. the room was filled with both you and bachiraâs moans along with the wet slapping of his tight balls on your cunt.Â
isagi, getting a tad jealous, wanted you to direct some of your attention back to him. hooking a finger under your jaw he tilted your head up and sideways to look at him before he placed his wet lips on yours.Â
âshit thats so hot- so hot-,â meguruâs eyes shot up when he heard your muffled moan, almost cuming right then at the sight of his teammate taking control over your mouth, âiâm close- gonna cum- pretty baby how âbout you ask your boyfriend where i should cum,â isagi eyes meguru as he sucked on your tongue, a slight smirk tugging at his lips at how fucked out meguru looked.Â
âyou canât cum until she does,â isagiâs authoritative tone has bachiraâs hips stuttering. with a small whine leaving his lips, he brings his thumb back to your clit, circling it roughly.Â
âcum y/n please cum- i need it- hah fuckfuck- please i- i need-,â
âshit bachira- right there right there- dont stop,â your moaning had both of their dicks twitching, their eyes locking once before a dry chuckle leaves isagi.Â
âbetter keep going bachira make my pretty girl feel good she deserves it,â his voice was teasing as he left kisses along your temple, holding your lower face in his hand as he kept your eyes directed onto the scene in front of you.
âcall me meguru- fuck baby please say it say my name,â bachira was panting now, babbling away as he tried so hard to not cum. he needed you to cum. needed to feel you cum around and call his name.Â
âmeguru iâm cum- im cumming ah shitshitshit,â before you had even a moment to realize what was happening, you were squirting around his dick. you were all but seeing stars as isagi reached a hand down to slap at your clit as meguru pulled out.Â
â fuck youâre so hot- squirting on me like that fucck-,â both you and meguru were a fucked out mess as isagi continued to abuse your clit and bachira kept bullying his cock before he came onto your stomach.Â
âyoichi- âs too much- w-wait-,â you squirmed in isagis hold as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. his eyes were wide and fixated on your squirting cunt, having not ever seen you do that before. bachira watched with hungry eyes as the sheets below turned dark with your cum, your squirt soaking his dick and thighs.Â
you began to tear up at the stimulation, desperate moans leaving your mouth as you told isagi it was too much but to keep going. having never seen isagi so dominating, bachira didnât look away when isagi jerked your head towards him, ordering you to open your mouth before spitting inside. bachira could feel his dick getting hard all over again just from the filthy sight alone.Â
âfucked her so good you made her squirt,â isagi muttered as he kept his eyes on your cunt. there was no way in hell he was going to tell bachira that he was the first one to do so. â âm gonna fuck her now ân since you were so nice to her-,â isagi was quick to reposition you so you were straddling him, laying your head on his chest as you tried to even out your breathing âiâll let you fuck her ass,â
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summer's golden haze - chapter two
pairing: lando norris x reader
summary: backyard barbecues, the local market, and an unexpected discovery that has you wondering what exactly you may have just gotten yourself into. (5k)
warnings: angst (this early on, i know i'm sorry but it's for the plot i promise <3), lando and max f bickering like an old married couple
a/n: she's here!!!! sorry it took a little longer than expected but i hope you all enjoy this chapter :) pls feel free to come chat in my asks if you want to, i'd love to hear what everyone think about it so far!
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âAre these guys rich or something?â
Camille voices exactly the thought running through your mind as you roll to a stop to the address Lando had texted you yesterday, gawking out at the sprawling acreage in front of you.Â
You peer at the impressive villa through the windshield, taking in everything with baited breath. Sheâs absolutely right.Â
This house has to be two, if not three times the size of the one youâre all staying at, and thatâs just what you can see so far. Vines bursting with colorful flowers crawl up white stone walls, curling around trellises of even more foliage, shutters on huge windows. Thereâs even a massive fountain in the middle of the courtyard, pristine marble, spewing crystal clear water in streams.Â
Itâs a classic old money countryside villaâworth millions, you assume, not even taking in the gathering of vintage and expensive sports cars parked along the cobblestone driveway. You suddenly feel so, so small compared to the extravagance of just the exterior of the place.Â
Who are these people?Â
A guy with brown curls similar to Landoâs pulls open the door when you ring the bell, in the middle of yelling something at someone further inside the house, before turning his gaze on you all. His face lights up in recognition at the sight of you. âOh, hey, youâre the girl Lando wonât shut up about! Iâm Max, but Iâm sure heâs told you all about me, hasnât he?âÂ
So this is Max. Landoâs told you a little about him, but mainly just funny stories. You wonder if Max knows his best friend is going around telling girls heâs just met about the time Max walked into a glass sliding door.Â
âA little bit, not much. Itâs nice to put a face to the name though!â You say politely.Â
Max sighs dramatically, shaking his head in faux disappointment. He and Lando must be close. âIâm the best part of his life, and he doesnât think to share it! What a knob. Anyways, welcome, come on in, make yourselves at home!âÂ
He ushers you all inside, leading you through the house and out huge double French doors leading to the backyard. The rest of their group sits on couches gathered around a stone fire pit, drinks in hand, chatting amongst themselves until they see you all coming. Max does the introductions between your two groups, but thereâs one person missing. The one person you were looking forward to seeing again is nowhere to be found.Â
Max must notice how your eyes search for Lando, because he grins knowingly. âHeâll be out in a bit. Work called.âÂ
âOh, what does he do?â Samira chimes in. You fight the urge to throw a stone at her, because you know what sheâs doing. Sheâs getting information on Lando because you havenât got the guts to do it yourself yet.Â
âHas he not told you yet?â Max raises a brow, taking a sip of his drink. When you shake your head, he presses his lips together, like heâs debating whether or not to tell you himself. âYeah, sorry, I think Iâm gonna stay out of this one. He gets pissy when I meddle with his budding relationships.âÂ
Budding relationship. Your face flames hot at the insinuation, but Samira takes it in stride, raising a skeptical brow.Â
âWhat, is he in the mafia or something?âÂ
ââCourse not, thatâs ridiculous. Pretty boy like him, heâd never make it in the mafia,â Max snorts. âNo, heâsâŚlook, itâs not really my place to say. Iâm sure heâll tell you when heâs ready.âÂ
Lando materializes from inside at that very moment, brows furrowed. Thereâs a tic going off in his jaw and he looks a little pissed off about something, but as soon as he looks up and sees that thereâs company, he composes himself in a split second.Â
âHey, guys!â He chirps, hand raising in a wave. He makes his way over to where you all are, plopping down in the empty spot beside you without hesitation. âGlad you could make it.âÂ
âThanks for the invite,â Maren replies, ever the polite one. âAnd the coffee yesterday.âÂ
Max makes an offended noise from the back of his throat at his friend. âYou bought them coffee yesterday? Where was mine? You never buy me coffee.âÂ
âMate, you donât even drink coffee!âÂ
âMaybe I would if you bought it for me!âÂ
The two boys continue to bicker with each other in the same way all evening, which leads you to believe this is just how they are with one another. It gives Lando another dimension in your mind, and you like it.
There are a handful of common interests amongst your friends and Landoâs, ones that spark conversation immediately. As the night goes on, it feels like youâve all been friends for a while, and youâre glad. Part of you was worried things would be awkward between everyone, but thankfully that isnât the case.
It passes the time quicker than you expect. Soon enough itâs nearing midnight and youâre close to nodding off onto Landoâs shoulder, fighting to stay awake and looped into the ongoing conversation despite the sleep threatening to overtake you.
It certainly doesnât help that he exudes warmth from where youâve wound up pressed against each other on the small couch. You turn your head to look at him, to take in the little details of him. The angle of his jaw, the slope of his nose. The smattering of moles across his face and neck.
One wayward curl hangs over his forehead, and you want to reach out, brush it away. You donât think youâre quite at that stage of comfort with each other yet, but then he tears his attention away from the rest of the group and meets your gaze with what you can only describe as pure fondness dripping from his lazy grin.Â
âYou alright?â He says softly, shifting his body to face you a little more.Â
You nod, because youâre more than alright. For the first time in a while, everything feels just the way it should be. âAre you?âÂ
âHm?â Lando replies noncommittally, sipping his drink. âFine, why?âÂ
âEarlier, after your phone call, you seemedâŚupset. I donât mean to pry, I just wanted to see if everything was alright.âÂ
âOh, that? Nah, that was nothing, just my boss. Wanted to talk work stuff, but I wasnât feeling it, yâknow?â He shrugs. It feels like thereâs more to what heâs saying, but you donât want to push too hard. Youâre still familiarizing yourself with him. âYouâre sweet to check on me, though.âÂ
âOkay. But if you, um, if you need to talk or anything, Iâve been told Iâm a good listener.â
Lando traces a finger briefly over the thin strap of your dress, just over your shoulder, before dropping his chin into his palm. You already know heâs about to change the subject. Involuntarily, you shiver at his touch, and he definitely notices, because he suddenly looks a little smug.
âPretty dress,â He hums, tilting his head.Â
You weren't trying to make a good impression on Lando, but you weren't exactly not trying, if that makes sense. It doesn't really make sense to you, but youâd gone for cute but comfy with a dress youâd borrowed, hoping it says youâd made an effort, but not too much of one.Â
Suddenly you canât remember what you were just thinking about not being at a certain stage of comfort with one another. Is it weird that you're secretly pleased he liked it enough to mention it?
âItâs not mine,â You say softly. Lando lets out a noise of question. âI borrowed it from Maren.âÂ
âAh. Well, you should definitely get one for yourself then. Itâs a nice color on you.âÂ
You want to say thank you, or really just say anything at all, but the moment your gaze flicks back up to his, youâre lost in his eyes again. Everything around you blurs into the background until it feels like itâs just the two of you. Youâre teetering on the edge of something, and fuck, it would be so easy to just go over. To let yourself fall and fall and fall into his waiting arms at the bottom.Â
Suddenly you hear your own voice in your head.
Donât get attached.Â
Clearing your throat, you pull back from Lando as smooth as you can manage with him muddling up your brain like this. âItâs late. We should get going,â You say, a tad louder than necessary.Â
âSheâs right,â Camille chimes in, taking note of the slight urgency in your tone. âWeâve got a guided hike in the morningâsunrise, can you believe it?âÂ
Landoâs mouth dips into a tiny frown for a moment, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared. He nods understandingly. âSure. Iâll walk you out.âÂ
You all say your goodbyes and thank youâs, to which the boys wholeheartedly agree you should all do this again sometime before you part ways.Â
Lando trails behind a bit like heâs unsure, but catches up to you quickly on the way out, shoulder bumping against yours lightly as you fall into step with each other. His hand brushes yours and lingers a little, pinkies almost intertwining.Â
âTonight was nice,â He says casually.Â
âYeah, it was,â You agree, bobbing your head.Â
âWould youâI dunno, maybe want to hang out again?â
âWith you guys? âCourse we would, Iâm sure the girls would love to.â You smile, casting a glance at your friends. Theyâve all coincidentally already gotten into the car, but if you squint hard enough you can see them gawking at Lando and yourself through the windshield.
How very not subtle of them.Â
Lando rocks on the balls of his feet almost nervously, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. âNo, I meant, likeâŚjust the two of us.âÂ
âYou mean, like, alone?âÂ
âA date. Iâm trying to ask you out on a date,â He blurts, nose scrunching. âAnd failing miserably apparently.âÂ
âOh!â You feel your face burn hot, yet you couldnât wipe the smile off your face even if you tried. Youâre about to take him up on the offer, but before you can say a word, another voice pops into the conversation.Â
âYes! She says yes! Whatever youâre asking, her answer is yes!â Samira yells through the window enthusiastically, muffled through the glass but still very audible.
Neither you nor Lando can stop the laughs that escape your mouths, especially when you turn around and all three girls are shooting you excited thumbs ups.Â
âGuess thatâs settled then,â You giggle, turning back to face him.Â
âItâs a date.â He pushes forward, catching you by surprise when he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. As cliche as it sounds, the touch of his lips against your skin, although fleeting, sends a flurry of butterflies through your stomach. âIâll text you later to plan, yeah? Get home safe.âÂ
He waits for you to pull around the circular driveway, and as his waving form gets smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, a glimmer of hope worms its way through you.Â
In the back of your mind, you know you should keep it in check. This could be totally casual. A short summer fling that wonât hurt anyone no matter how it ends. But maybe, just maybe, it could turn into something more.Â
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Your schedules don't end up giving you a free afternoon together until a few days later, though you come to realize it only makes you look forward to seeing Lando again even more.Â
You're supposed to be meeting him at the local market in the center of town at half past one, but you find yourself there early, wanting to get a lay of the land before he gets there.
Evidently Lando had the same idea, because you spot him within the first few steps into the open air marketplace, squatting next to a stand with crates and buckets of bright flowers. Heâs already got a bouquet clutched in his hands, but still he browses through the different bunches.Â
âFlowers for Max?â You joke.Â
Lando shoots to his feet so fast he nearly hits his head on the lightbulb hanging above, only managing to miss it by mere inches as he startles at the sudden voice. When he realizes itâs just you, he snorts with laughter. âHe wishes! Theyâre for you, actually.âÂ
âMe?âÂ
âYeah, you,â He says teasingly. You donât even know what to say. Flowers on the first date might be normal, yet nobodyâs ever done it for you before. Youâre touched, but he must take your silence as something else, because his smile drops the tiniest bit. âUnless you see something you like better? I can still put these back.âÂ
You study the flowers heâs picked out already. A little on the smaller side, it boasts a beautiful mix of both soft and brighter colors while still being simpleâitâs exactly the sort of thing you wouldâve chosen if you were buying flowers for yourself. âTheyâre perfect.âÂ
He pays for the flowers and passes them over to you with the biggest smile on his face, one that grows even bigger when you tuck them carefully into the crook of your arm after giving the delicate blossoms a sniff.Â
You notice the camera hanging around his neck at that moment, despite knowing close to nothing about golf, you do know a thing or two about photography. âGolfer and photographer? Impressive.âÂ
âAmateur at best.âÂ
âOh, Iâm sure you're just being modest.âÂ
âNot even a little bit. I just enjoy taking pictures of things I like.âÂ
He swings around to face you fully, bringing the camera up to his eye and pausing only a second to make sure you're in focus before snapping a photo of you. The shutter clicks twice before you have the sense to hold up a hand out in front of you, a surprised laugh spilling from your mouth. Even then he grins, takes another one before lowering the camera. "What, you don't like having your photo taken?"Â
âIâm just not very photogenic!âÂ
Lando scoffs immediately, shooting you a pointed look. âThat is such a lie.âÂ
âI probably just broke your fancy expensive camera,â You joke.Â
âWeâll just have to wait til I get it developed and see. I think itâll turn out wonderful.âÂ
âAnd if it doesnât?âÂ
âIâll buy you dinner. If Iâm right, thenâŚyou let me buy you dinner.âÂ
You let out a noise of surprise. âWell, that doesnât seem very fair, does it? Youâd have to buy me dinner either way.âÂ
âI can think of worse things than taking a pretty girl out for a nice meal.â His words take you by surprise, but judging by the smug grin on his face, Lando takes pride in eliciting a reaction from you. âShall we?â And just like that, heâs sauntering off down the path like he didnât just leave you at a loss for words, pep in his step even as he turns around to shoot you a roguish smile. âYou coming or what?âÂ
You push aside the fluttering in your chest, giving your head an amused shake before catching up with him. Itâs cute that he thinks heâs funny. Even cuter that he seems rather eager to take you out on a second date before the first one has even started.Â
The two of you wander through the market aimlessly, stopping here and there at various stalls to have a look around. If you had the means, youâd buy everything you see. You wind up picking up some gorgeous looking fruit and a bottle of locally pressed wine, a few small souvenirs for your family back home, but the most important thing you buy isnât even for you.Â
Lando had lingered at a stall selling handmade jewelry early on, seemingly interested in a woven bracelet of blues and whites, but didn't pick it up. Part of you wonders why, but it sparks an idea in your head.Â
You tug at Landoâs arm lightly, smiling guiltily when he turns to look at you. âI think I left my phone at that fruit stand a few stalls back.âÂ
âYouâd forget your head if it wasnât attached to your body, you muppet,â He chides, shaking his head fondly. âCâmon, letâs find it.âÂ
âNo, I can get it. Why donât you find us something good for lunch? Iâm starving.âÂ
âAre you sure?â Lando cocks his head, shoulder bumping against yours. âI donât mind.âÂ
âIâll be right back,â You promise. To sweeten the deal, you make the bold move of pressing a kiss to his cheek. He freezes under your touch, but you pass it off as him not expecting it and being taken by surprise. âTwo minutes, okay? Maybe less.âÂ
As soon as you confirm he isnât paying any attention to you, you slip back through the crowd, finding the same stall and buying the bracelet heâd been looking at. You tuck it safely into your pocket, quickly making your way back to Lando before he realizes youâve been gone long and comes looking for you.Â
âAll good?â He asks upon noticing you reappear by his side.Â
You wiggle your phone in the air. âNever better. What's for lunch?âÂ
Lando grins happily, reciting the spiel that the very friendly older man at the food stand gave to him when heâd decided on the delicious looking food. Sure, maybe he stumbles over his pronunciation a little bit, but you find his giggled embarrassment sweet.Â
You find a semi-secluded bench a little jaunt away to enjoy your food, and you do enjoy it. You think it might be one of the best things youâve ever had, and when you tell Lando, he looks pleasantly surprised. As you continue to savor every bite, Landoâs eyes light up with amusement, so much so that you wonder whatâs suddenly got him all smiling big like this.Â
âWhat?â You say incredulously.Â
He gestures to the lower part of his face. âYouâve got a littleâŚâÂ
Mortified, you mirror his actions on your own face, searching for the food youâve somehow gotten smudged on your chin. After a few tries that have him shaking his head, you whine, âHelp me, please?â, to which he obliges with a soft chuckle. He reaches out, thumb rubbing at the corner of your mouth briefly.Â
This moment almost seems too intimate, but then again, so have a lot of moments between the two of you. The way heâs looking at you makes you feel like youâve still got something on your face, but then his gaze flicks down to your lips again almost imperceptibly, and you have an inkling of whatâs about to happen.Â
âDid you get it?â You ask softly. Youâre not sure why you break the silence, but it's definitely not because you donât want him to kiss you. If you think about it, youâve wanted Lando to kiss you this whole time.Â
âYeah. Yeah, I got it," He replies. His hand lingers, long fingers splaying flat under the curve of your jaw now. You surprise yourself by shifting forward slightly, as if encouraging Lando to close the gap. He leans in closer and closer still, and your eyes fall shut on their own accord, heartbeat hammering against your rib cage.Â
You nearly melt the moment his lips touch yours, held up only by the firm grasp of his hand cupping your face. Itâs a little awkward with the food in between the two of you blocking you from pushing closer to him, but you make it work, reaching over it to wrap your fingers around Landoâs forearm. You feel like you need it to ground yourself, because holy shit, youâre kissing him.Â
Well, more like heâs kissing you, because youâre definitely not the one leading the way. Lando kisses like he knows exactly what heâs doing, and judging by how you feel weak in the knees when youâre not even standing, he does know exactly what heâs doing.Â
Youâre falling, falling, falling, getting lost in him, untilâÂ
âWait, hang on,â He breathes, pulling away. Your eyes flutter open in an almost dazed sort of way, focusing on him in hopes of finding him in the same state, but all youâre met with isâŚguilt? Sadness? Shame? Maybe a mixture of everything, youâre not sure. All you know is that it has your heart plummeting in your chest. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have done that.âÂ
Everything hits you at once, and suddenly youâre crashing back down to reality. Lando thinks kissing you was a mistake. You were so sure he liked you back, sure enough to go on a date with him, and now here you are with egg on your face, feeling unbelievably stupid. Hurt.Â
âIâm gonnaâI have to go,â You mumble, scrambling to your feet. You donât even have an excuse prepared, you just need to get out of here, get away from Lando before you spontaneously combust from the sheer embarrassment.Â
His hand encircles your wrist before you can make it even a step away.Â
âNo, no, donât! Please, just let meâŚlet me explain. I promise things will all make sense in a second, if youâll just hear me out,â He says pleadingly. Despite your better judgment, you sit back down, expression guarded. Lando blows out a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose briefly. âLook, I like you. I really like you, and I wish things were as simple as that, but thereâs things Iâve not told you. Things that, if you knew, you might not want to be with me.âÂ
You squeeze your eyes shut as hard as you can, burying your burning face into your hands with a muffled groan. âOh my god, you are in the mafia, arenât you?âÂ
âTheâwhat?â Lando blurts, sounding wildly confused. âNo, Iâm not, Iâm not in the mafia. Are you mad? Iâm a Formula 1 driver!âÂ
You crack one eye open, then the other. âFormula 1.â You repeat, disbelieving. âLike, the racing thing?â Â
He nods enthusiastically, tells you everythingâhow his childhood dream turned into a career, how he gets to travel all around the world doing what he loves. The fame, the lifestyle, the opportunities heâs worked so hard for, all while sounding entirely humble and grateful for everything and everyone whoâve gotten him to where he is today.Â
Itâs impressive, to say the least. The fact that heâs still fairly young and has already accomplished more than what some people have in a whole lifetime. Then he gets to how the chaos that doing what he does at the level he does it at wreaks havoc on other parts of his life, and you feel a wave of sympathy roll over you.Â
The tradeoff for all that success is not getting to have a normal life in almost every aspect, and given the downward set of his brow as he tells you about it, this isnât the first time heâs had this conversation with someone.Â
âIt makes being in a relationshipâŚdifficult, is the best way I can describe it. Iâm never in one place more than a week most times, and the whole time zones thing makes it harder too. And after these two weeks are up, Iâm already off to somewhere else, jumping right back into the second half of the season and hitting the ground running.âÂ
Realization hits you like a truck at this point, and you have to fight the urge to laugh out loud. Of course Lando is who he is. Of course you had to form a connection with someone with a life as complicated and as far away from your own as possible, someone who couldnât be in a normal relationship even if he wanted to.Â
âI wish it were different, but I justâI wanted you to know what you might be getting into if weâŚâ He trails off, but you know what he means. If we want to get involved with each other. If we want to be together.Â
âSo like, long distance, but infinitely harder.â Youâre doing your best to put a light spin on the massive amount of new information youâve just acquired, but youâre barely managing to process it all, let alone even think about what it would be like to date someone as well known as Lando.Â
âYeah, something like that,â He says softly, shoulders creeping up towards his ears. âItâsâwell, itâs a lot of baggage for anyone to have to deal with. Lots of eyes and ears, pretty public. Not really your cup of tea, Iâve noticed.âÂ
Heâs right. Youâve never been one to enjoy being the center of attention, preferring to fly under the radar. Blend into the background. And you hate to say it, but knowing all of what heâs just told you changes things. You donât think you can handle being thrust into the public eye, and it makes you feel like the most selfish person in the world to walk away from him just because of who he happens to be.Â
Your life would be forever altered, your sense of privacy and security gone, and that isnât something you want to compromise. Youâre comfortable being nobody significant. With Lando, that would change, no matter how many measures you take to make sure it doesnât.Â
As much as youâve come to like himâand you really like himâitâs just not something you can see yourself being fully okay with.Â
âIâm so sorry, Lando,â You say quietly. He just smiles sadly, like he already knew it was coming, and you can't help but think about how many relationshipsâplatonic or romanticâthat he's lost out on because of his status. The thought alone makes you feel even worse. âI like you too, but I canâtâI donât think I can be what you want me to be. Itâs not me, itâs not the way I can live my life.âÂ
âDonât be sorry. You havenât got a reason to be,â He murmurs, thumb rubbing across your knuckles comfortingly. âKnew it was too good to be true, didnât I?âÂ
âIâm sorry,â You say again, hoping that Lando knows you truly mean it. âI wish it were different, butââ
Lando shakes his head, interrupting before you can grasp for any other ways to apologize. He squeezes your hand reassuringly again. âHey. Itâs alright, I promise. Iâd never ask anyone to do something they arenât comfortable with. Especially not you.âÂ
Even when heâs sad, heâs still so thoughtful. It would take a different kind of awful monster not to want to be with him. Apparently that monster is you.Â
You wish you were someone else, someone who could take huge changes in stride and never miss a step, but youâre not. Someone who knows what they want and goes for itâwho knows who they want and doesnât let anything get in their way.Â
Unfortunately, youâre not that kind of person.Â
âWhat do we do now?âÂ
Lando drops your hand to run his fingers through his curls, down to the back of his neck sheepishly. âDunno about you, but Iâveâdâyou think thereâs any chance we can still be friends? I really do enjoy spending time with you lot, we all do.âÂ
âFriends would be nice,â You say softly. It feels strange to agree with him so wholeheartedly.Â
Maybe itâll be awkward between the two of you, maybe you wonât even be able to sit next to each other with whatâs happened today, but you canât bring yourself to care all that much. The only thought running through your mind is that you donât want to lose Lando, even as just a friend.Â
Youâve gotten attached.Â
The bracelet youâd bought Lando burns a hole through your pocket. It would be weird to give it to him now, after youâd just turned him down, but you canât exactly just return it either. You donât really want to.Â
Maybe it wonât go to him, but youâre sure youâll find something to do with it someday.
The girls are waiting in the living room when you finally make your way home, gathered on the sofa with identical innocent smiles like you hadnât seen them with their heads poked through the curtains. Samira bounces off the cushions with what you can only describe as a gleeful cackle to grab your flowers, showing them off to the other two like a game show host before grabbing your hand and dragging you into the center of their blanket pile.Â
You know they're expecting good news and you wish you could give it to them, but you canât.Â
âSo??? Howâd it go?âÂ
âHe got her flowers, obviously it went well!âÂ
âOkay, spill, now,â Camille presses, easing the bouquet out of Samiraâs hands and setting it on the coffee table. âWhatâs he like, whatâd you doââÂ
âWhenâs your second date?â chimes in Maren excitedly. The other two nod their vigorous agreement.Â
âLandoâs amazing,â You sigh, letting yourself fall back against the plush pillows. âHeâs super sweet and really funny, we walked around and looked at all the vendors, and then we had lunch and talked for ages, andâŚthere wonât be a second date.â
âWhat? Thatâs impossible, you guys were like, made for each other!âÂ
You sigh, rub at a flower petal thatâs fallen away from the bouquet. âItâs complicated. I donâtâIâm not ready to get into all of it again this soon, but long story short, our lives are just too different. Being with him would mean compromising things Iâm just not ready to lose right now.âÂ
If any of them wants to push for a better explanation, and you know they do, they refrain from doing so. They know youâll tell them when youâre ready.Â
But even Samira can tell youâre not quite as okay as you insist you are, and sheâs been rooting for you extra hard. She leans her head onto your shoulder, squeezes your hand reassuringly. âYou did what was best for you, and thatâs all that matters.âÂ
âWe agreed to still be friends, so we can still hang out with the guys and stuff like that, butâI mean, yeah, it just didnât work out.â You donât think you sound very convincing at all, but itâs the bed you've made, youâve got to lay in it. âI just donât really want to talk about it right now, but it's fine. I'm fine.âÂ
It has to be. You have to be. Youâve made sure of it.
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YUJI had a baseball cap phase, you canât convince me otherwise. alternatively: I MISS THE TRIO BADDDD :((
for the ones who wear claw clips: heâd be the type of boyfriend to put yours on the back strap, parading it around like he would an âI â¤ď¸ MY GFâ tee (he has one of those too), and he wears his relationship on his sleeve. on his forehead, actually. he never shuts up about you.
âheâs like a walking billboard for her,â nobara scoffs, âyou canât be telling a curse âIâm gonna marry the shit out of my girlâ, moron. especially not two seconds before blowing their brains out.â
itadori shrugged, âI am going to marry her.â
âthat wasnât my point, airhead! donât you have any morals?â nobara yells from below as she hammers a nail into a disfigured blobâexorcizing it. last of many.
the trio were on yet another mission, a minor one. yuji had been texting you the whole ride there. megumi rolled his eyes so far back into his head you could see the whites, nobara fake-gagged a few times.
âstop being such a wet blanket, kugisaki.â
â..whereâd you learn to say that?â
(they both look at megumi)
âwhat?â megumiâs hands were shoved deep into his pockets. from that angle, he sort of looked like his dad. the one that stepped up I mean! not the other one.
ânothing.â (yuji, nobara, in unison)
safety makes you careless. theyâve gotten used to these back and forths on the walks back to the dorms. it makes their youth feel less abnormal; as much as either of them would hate to admit, theyâre all each other has. itâs no surprise that they get defensive over him when it comes to you. it doesnât help that youâre from jujutsu highâs kyoto branch.
itadori thinks of you a borderline unhealthy amount, and they canât deny the expression he makes when he does. happy heâs happy. his phone buzzes in his hand,
yuji 7:88 AM: soooooooo tired
you 8:03 AM: mission? sorry slept in pretty late
yuji 10:11 AM: yeah đ
yuji 12:00 PM: I miss you
yuji 12:00 PM: fushiguro keeps glaring at me LOL I think heâs jealous Iâm texting you. or that I have someone to text at all aha
new message! you 1:55 PM: đ maybe he just doesnât like.. me
he frowns at this. the other two are having a debate over dinner. or something. heâs not paying attention.
you 1:56 PM: howâd the mission go?
you 1:56 PM: [3 attachments] had a late lunch with miwa <3
itadoriâs developed a habit of fiddling with your things when he misses you. he pulls at the hair ties youâve lost on his wrist, touches whatever marks you left on him the last time he saw you in person. and of course, the clip.. that.. isnât.. there? they must notice the panic on his face, because they stop talking, while he frantically pats himself down, swearing under his breath.
âdid you lose something?â someone asks. he isnât sure who. everything was starting to blur.
your name is in white gemmed cursive on the hair accessoryâblack, matching his current favorite cap.
yuji started to get sentimental when he realized how precious life is, how unfair it is that death doesnât pick favorites. he figures that if youâre going to lose someone, at least remember them. and what better way to remember than holding onto something that belonged to them?
it mightâve been the weight of the day. it was probably just his head messing with him. the trauma from seeing so many lives get taken away in front of him. supposedly a flaw in mindset. an aftereffect of trauma. but he was losing his mind over a hairclip.
it was yours, and you trusted him with it. he can already hear the âitâs fine, Iâll just get a new one.â yet the guilt still gnaws at him from the inside.
âare you turning pale?â heâs almost sure it was nobara.
they were worried. the voices kept getting smaller and smallerâmore concerned by the minute. by the time itadori realizes heâs having a panic attack, heâs in a different place: sat next to you in a hospital waiting room, claw clip in your right hand, left hand in his.
he recognizes it from somewhere, the hospital.
he feels like heâs been here before. he chooses to assume itâs the familiarity of having you around.
you notice him staring, and give him a disarming smile. yuji feels his entire body relax.
how can the sight of someone feel so good?
âthey found it a block away from where fushiguro called the ambulance.â you lean on his shoulder as he runs circles on your palm with his thumbâwatching the nurses and patients pass along. âhe was worried about you. they both were.â
itadoriâs quiet, so you keep going.
âI wouldnât have been upset.â
âI know.â
âyou do?â
he nods. âI just donât like losing things.â and it feels like some kind of cursed metaphor for the things he leaves unsaid, the things he hasnât healed from. it feels like a secret. both of you let the statement seep.
âyou wonât lose me.â
yuji looks up at you, waiting for more.
ânobara told me you wanted to marry me. and to call her nobara from now on,â you laugh, âI think Iâve been accepted somehow.â he grins at that.
âI wouldâve said yes.â â..yaga wouldâve scolded me.â
âbecause weâre young?â
âbecause Iâm a moron, apparently everyone thinks.â
âI donât think so.â âwell youâre different.â
you two sit there for awhile, talking about things that matter, things that donât matter. normalcyâthe sole thing he craves, he has with you.
âIâm never putting baseball cap on ever again.â he says, serious all of a sudden.
you pale. âletâs not say anything we donât mean.â
the next week, he had a new one on, because you bought it. said it looked good on him. youâve always had a way of giving itadori a new perspective, anyway. people may think your relationship is weird. that youâre a moron for choosing the moron. none of that matters, though. youâre his anchor, and heâs yours.
A/N excuse any typos and grammatical errors, havenât been feeling like myself lately so this was just a 3am brainbaby </3 donât love this & I might delete later, Iâll let it sit for now
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under the mistletoe
modern!eddie munson x fem!reader (college au)
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summary: a holiday party, a sweet gift exchange, and an even sweeter kiss
cw: mentions of alcohol, v brief mentions of weed smoking, fluff
âIf Steve and Chrissy kiss one more time under that mistletoe, Iâm gonna barf,â Eddie mumbles around his glass of eggnog.
âOh, come on, I think itâs sweet,â Robin says, elbowing him in the side. âStop being such a downer.â
You look in the direction of the couple under scrutiny, watching as Chrissy perches herself on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on Steveâs waiting mouth. It is sweet, sickeningly so, if youâre honest. Maybe thatâs where Eddieâs coming fromâŚ
âIâm not being a downer, I just donât think we should all have to be subjected to them sucking face every five minutes,â Eddie sneers at her, huffing when she rolls her eyes at him.
âYouâre just jealous youâre not getting any, Munson,â Robin sing-songs, walking away to refill her drink.
This was your first time experiencing one of Steveâs Christmas parties. Last year, you spent the holiday miserably sick in your and Robinâs shared apartment. Youâd met the group during your first year of college, making fast friends and fitting right in with them. Robin and Eddie knew Steve from their shared hometown growing up, and theyâd told you countless stories of all of the parties he used to throw in high school.
Youâre just thankful that now, the parties are a little more scaled-back. A lot less drinking-till-you-puke and a lot more quality time with people you actually care about.
âSo, you having fun at your first official Harrington holiday party?â Eddie asks you, looking casually over at you with his deep brown eyes.
âYeah,â you smile. âItâs fun. I needed this after all the stress from finals. And it beats having the flu like last year,â you grimace, heart skipping a beat when Eddie laughs.
âOkay, you got me. Watching Steve and Chrissy make out might be bad, but itâs not as bad as the flu.â
You giggle, feeling your cheeks heat when he doesnât take his eyes off of you. Youâd be a filthy liar if you said you didnât have a thing for Eddie. The moment you met him heâd captured your full attention, with his boisterous personality and his pretty eyes. His wild curly hair and his stellar smile. Everything about him had you giddy like a teenager, but you hadnât voiced this to anyone â too scared that your feelings would disrupt, well, everything.
Plus, Eddie definitely didnât like you like that. Youâve heard some of his hookup stories, he wouldnât want to settle down and start a relationship with you. Youâre just a friend to him, and thatâs fine.
But with the way heâs looking at you right now, you could almost be convinced otherwiseâŚ
The little moment is gone before it really even started, Nancy coming over to the two of you and hurrying you into the living room to do the gift exchange. Youâd decided to do a Secret Santa, drawing names and keeping your chosen person a secret until it was time for the unwrapping.
Much to your excitement, youâd pulled Eddieâs name. Youâd debated over what to get him for as long as you could get away with before you finally came up with the perfect idea. Now that itâs almost time for him to open it, you find yourself getting nervous to see his reaction.
Everyone sits in a circle in the living room, taking up all of the furniture as well as the floor. You take one end of the sofa, and Eddie claims the chair closest to you. You watch as Nancy places all of the wrapped boxes and sparkly gift bags in the center of the group, trying not to think too hard about the fact that Eddie chose to sit by you.
âSo, whose name did you get?â he leans over and whispers to you, those big doe eyes full of mischief.
âWell what fun would it be to spoil it now?â you counter, smiling at him as he rolls his eyes and sighs exaggeratedly.
Your attention is brought back to the group as Steve offers to go first, picking up his gift and handing it over to Jonathan. Jonathan shyly accepts it, smiling as he tears the tissue paper out of the bag to reveal its contents. He pulls out a few cassette tapes of his favorite artists, as well as a new strap for his camera.
âDude, these are awesome!â he says, and you watch as Steve smiles proudly. âThank you so much,â the shaggy-headed boy continues, leaning over to accept Steveâs fist bump.
âNo problem, man. I know you were complaining about your current camera strap getting all worn. The cassettes were an obvious choice,â Steve jokes.
The room is full of smiles and laughs as the gift-giving continues. Jonathan gives his gift to Chrissy, Chrissy had drawn your name and gives hers to you â a beautiful charm bracelet and a cozy blanket youâd seen at the mall not long ago and wanted terribly.
That means youâre up next. Your hands feel clammy and nervous butterflies flutter in your stomach as you grab your gifts from the floor. Angling yourself in Eddieâs direction, you hand him the presents with a timid smile.
âFor me!?â he asks, holding a hand up to his heart. âHowâd I get so lucky?â
You feel your face flush, unable to maintain eye contact as your jitters get the best of you. You just hope he likes it. You hope itâs not too much.
Eddieâs careful hands unwrap the first present of the two, tossing the wrapping paper to the floor. The small box is exposed, and you feel like you might pass out as he takes the lid off. His jaw drops open, his head snapping up to look at you and then look back down at the contents of the container once more.
âWhat is it!?â Nancy asks, craning her neck from her seat to try and catch a glimpse.
âCustom guitar picks. For Corroded Coffin,â Eddie says, in awe as he just stares at them.
The picks were a red and black marbled pattern, with CC printed onto them on one side, and an image of a bat flying on the opposite side. You know how important his band is to him, how often he stays up till the asscrack of dawn practicing guitar, and so it felt like the perfect thing to get.
You wait with baited-breath as he continues looking them over, picking them up and marveling at them as if they arenât just pieces of plastic at the end of the day.
âThese areâŚ. I donât even know what to say. These are so fucking sweet,â he says, meeting your eyes.
âDonât forget to open the second one,â you say, trying to bite back a smile.
He just smiles, shaking his head as he goes to pick up the second present. Reaching carefully inside of the big, sparkly red bag, he pulls out a vinyl record. Not just any record, though. Itâs a copy of Master of Puppets, signed by every member of Metallica. Eddieâs favorite band. Youâd scoured the internet for a legitimate and somewhat-affordable copy, completely scoring on this one. A good chunk of the money youâd made from your campus job went towards it, but it was more than worth it.
âNo fucking way!â he shouts when he clocks the signatures scrawled out in marker. He flips the record around to show the room, everyone erupting in a chorus of âholy shit!â and âoh my godâ.
Heâs out of his seat in an instant, encouraging you to stand with him. He squeezes you in an impossibly tight hug, his arms so secure around you.
âI canât fucking believe you,â he says, right against your ear. He pulls back a little, looking you right in the eyes. âThank you so fucking much. What the hell,â he laughs, his teeth fully on display and the dimples coming out in his cheeks.
âDamn. Sheâs the best gift giver of us all. I think we might as well just call off Secret Santa for next year, no oneâs topping that,â Steve says, getting a nod from Robin.
Eddie still hasnât fully let you go, and itâs only when you become excruciatingly aware of all of the eyes on you that you pull away from his touch.
âOkay. So, Eddie, youâre next?â you say shakily, trying to gain your composure back. The boy stares at you just a second too long for you not to overthink it, before heâs nodding along.
âYeah, alright,â he says, reaching for his gift.
The remainder of the gifts are exchanged rather quickly, but you really couldnât tell anyone what they were if youâd had a gun to your head. All you could think about was the way Eddie hugged you. The look in his eyes when he opened both gifts. His eyes watching you intently from that moment on.
You want to buy him gifts like that all of the time, want to make him smile like that all of the time.
Chrissy and Steve cozy up on the loveseat, wrapped in each other as Christmas music plays softly. Jonathan and Argyle sit by the window, smoking from the new bowl the latter had been gifted by Robin. (That was the only gift youâd actually paid attention to as it was given, because Argyle literally cried). Eddie was relaxing in his chair, sipping another glass of spiked nog.
Robin and Nancy had pulled you into the kitchen as soon as they could, talking in whispers.
âOkay, so what was that? You got Eddie, like, the best gift ever.â Robin says, her eyes bulging at the end of the sentence.
âYeah, I mean, that record had to have cost a fortune. And the custom picks!?â Nancy prods.
âCan I not just get my friend a nice gift?â you counter, your hand rubbing the back of your neck.
âSomethingâs up. I always know when somethingâs up,â Nancy says, her small mouth pursing in thought.
Sheâs right. She always knows. You donât stand a chance lying to them â especially not both of them, together.
âOkay, fine! So maybe I have a little thing for EddieâŚâ you say. âBut he definitely doesnât like me like that! I just⌠wanted to get him something nice. It made me feel good,â you add, quick to defend yourself.
âI knew it!â Robin says, a little too loud, Nancy and you hurrying to shush her. âI knew it,â she says again, whispering this time.
âJust pleeaaase donât tell him, okay? I donât need this getting outââ
âOkay, babe, have you ever considered that he might like you too?â Robin interrupts, and Nancy nods.
âIâ I donât know! He doesnât seem like the type to want a relationship, and⌠I donât know!â you stumble, realizing you arenât sure if you have a valid reason to confidently claim that he doesnât like you.
The truth is, you just donât know. And the unknown is terrifying.
âWhy donât you ask him out?â Nancy asks. âYou know Eddieâs a sweetheart. Iâm sure heâd love to go on a date with you,â she says, and you chew on your lip in indecision.
âI donât know, you guysâŚâ you mumble, nervously playing with your hair.
âJust, think about it?â Robin asks, just as the curly-headed man in question strolls leisurely into the kitchen.
âWhat are we thinking about?â he noses his way into the conversation, grabbing a few cookies off of a tray.
âUh, nothing important,â you lie, giving him the most convincingly casual smile you can muster.
He bites into his cookie, leaning casually against the table. His dark eyes donât leave you. Bringing an icing-covered finger to his mouth, he sucks the sugary substance off, making you flustered for the millionth time tonight.
Think about it, Robin said. Youâre definitely thinking about it.
âHey, um, could I talk to you alone, for a sec?â he asks you, bringing you back to earth.
âOh! Y-yeah, sure,â you say, following him out of the kitchen. You chance a quick glance back at the girls, both of whom give you a thumbs up and an encouraging nod.
Eddie rounds the corner from the kitchen, standing in the entryway to the apartment. Youâre just out of earshot of anyone else, and youâre nervous for what heâs about to say. You lean against the wall, his taller frame almost caging you in.
âListen. I just want you to know how much I appreciate the gifts you got me. You didnât have to do that,â he says sincerely. âNo oneâs ever gotten me a gift that nice before, besides for when Wayne got me my guitar,â he says, laughing lightly. âI just⌠thank you. I canât thank you enough, actually.â
âI wanted to do it. You donât even need to thank me. Iâm just glad you like them, and you donât think itâs too much,â you admit, glancing down at your feet.
âTheyâre perfect,â he says earnestly, getting you to look back up at him. âYouâre⌠perfect," he breathes, saying it like it's a sigh of relief. Like itâs long overdue.
His eyes are so soft and sincere, his lips plump and pink as his tongue pokes out to wet them. His cheeks are tinged with the slightest bit of red, either from nerves or from the alcohol. You find yourself lost in him, your lips parting slightly as you both stand in silence.
Something above his head catches your attention, after a moment, and you look further up. You laugh in spite of yourself, making him look up, too.
Right above both of you, hanging from the arch in the ceiling, is mistletoe. The same mistletoe Eddie had been complaining about earlier. He starts laughing too, and then the both of you are stood there giggling like schoolchildren at the situation you find yourselves in.
When heâs regained composure, and your belly-laughs have subsided to a shy smile, you meet his eyes again. He steps ever-so-slightly closer to you, regarding you carefully down the bridge of his nose. Thereâs a playful look on his face, and one of his hands reaches out to gently rest on your waist.
âSince weâre here⌠should we..?â he starts, inching even closer.
âYeah, we should,â you murmur, pushing up on your toes to meet him as he starts leaning down.
Your eyes flutter shut, your noses brushing together before your lips barely graze his. His warm breath fans your face, and then his lips are pressed fully on yours. Youâre drinking him in, letting your mouths move softly together as you press your body against his. He smells like cinnamon and spice, tastes like the liquor from his drink, and you canât get enough.
Heâs pulling away too soon, reaching his hands up to cup your face. You never want him to let go, never want to go back to the reality you were living in before youâd kissed him, and the look on his face tells you he might be feeling the same.
âWow,â Steve says from his spot on the couch, reminding both you and Eddie that you arenât the only ones here.
âAwww you guys are so cute!â Chrissy coos, making you bite your lip in slight embarrassment.
Nancy and Robin high-five nonchalantly, before looking at you with huge smiles. Eddieâs arm wraps around you, pulling you into his side. You feel like a million bucks with him so close to you.
âYou guys mind if we get out of here?â he says to the room. âI think we have a lot to catch up on,â he adds, glancing down at you with a wink.
Youâd never been so happy to leave a party in your life. And maybe you didnât even make it out of the parking lot of Steveâs complex before Eddieâs hands were all over you, but thatâs your business.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fanfiction
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Hq boys and the little things they do in their relationship pt.2
Warnings: None
Characters: Sugawara Koshi, Tsukishima Kei, Kozume Kenma, Bokuto Koutaro.
Pt.1 Pt.2
Sugawara would remember small details about you. And when I say small, I mean even the tiniest ones! This man doesn't forget anything when it comes to you. He knows your go-to-coffee order. How much spice you want in your food. He remembers every achievement you told him about.That one time you won a debate in 8th grade? Or the one time you won a race? He remembers everything. One day you were wearing your shoes and he goes, "You're not gonna put the left one first?", seeing you confused he clarifies, "You always put on your left shoe first." He holds your hands whenever he sees you playing with your ring or fidgeting your fingers because he knows you're anxious.
Tsukishima makes playlists for you. It's probably something dumb named like "Eww love songs" but will have the most soft comforting love songs. He will share the playlist with you but will never admit that those songs remind him of you because that's so lame right? Also shares his headphones with you and only you because he doesn't like sharing. Look I also kind of think he listens to Taylor Swift but will rather die than admit it but when you play a song by her you can see him lip sync the lyrics. When you send him a playlist of the songs that reminds you of him, he teases you but does he play that playlist on repeat? Yes, especially if he misses you. Kei would also make a playlist where you can add your favourite songs along with his.
Kenma is weirdly attentive towards you. 'Weirdly' because he will play a game and it might seem like his whole focus is on the game but he hears everything you say. You would be ranting about your day while he's on his console saying, "Why did you stop? Tell me what that friend of yours said next." He would get off the console after a few minutes of course but you're surprised that he actually attentive and remembers what you told him. "How do you do that?", you finally asked him one day. " Do what?", his eyes were fixed on the screen. "Play the game and yet hear everything I say?", he just shrugs and says, Â "Kuro should get credit for that. When we were young, he talked about volleyball and I just played my game but I had to pay attention to him or he would get annoying."
Bokuto lets you put makeup on his face. First he didn't agree to the idea, but you somehow convinced him and now he asks you sometimes to do it. You put fake eyelashes on him and he was shocked at how good he looks with those. He also likes when you paint his nails. He always picks black nails but sometimes he goes for colourful ones. He would even let you style him for a date. His own fashion sense isâŚ.. well not good. So you're his personal stylist and he doesn't mind if you put a little makeup on when he goes out because it makes his face look better. He would even show off his nails to his friends (especially Aakashi and Kuroo) and tell them how much you love him. He would be so proud that he was dressed by his s/o. Most of his fans online loved and appreciated this while others criticised him as it was not manly but he didn't care.
A/n: Hope you guys liked it<3 Take caree <<3
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UNTIL I FOUND YOU (3)
PART 1, PART 2
Coriolanus Snow x fem!Reader
Synopsis: When the 18 year old Coriolanus Snow recieves the news that he has to mentor a tribute in order to claim the Plinth Prize, he expected everything but not a shy girl from district 12 to claim his heart.
Word count: 2,7K
Warnings: Reader pretty much just replaces Lucy Gray, Lucy Gray does not exsist in this (I´m sorry), some things might not fully add up to the movie plot ´cause I only saw it once and that was two weeks ago, use of Y/N, it´s implied that the reader is shorter than Coryo, small swearing, simple inhumane Hunger Games topics, mention of a wound, brutality!!
Reblogs and requests are always welcomed <3 (just like pointing out grammatical mistakes :))
PreviouslyâŚ
"Wait-" Y/N grabs a hold of his free wrist.
"Can you get us some food? Please? We´re practically starving."
Coriolanus just nodded at her quietly, the space between the both of them growing as he pulled away from her. The girl suddenly feels empty without him standing next to her like a shield that´s been protecting her has been taken away.
The reporter - whose name seems to be Lucky Flickermann - now turned back to the cage ends his live report,
"The 10th annual Hunger Games are soon approaching, so come down to the Zoo and see the Tributes before it´s too late." he does a dramatic pause.
"And I mean, too late," he adds with a small smirk.
"Capitol news."
"I´m Lucretius.", he looks up to the sky before stretching out his hand and catching a coin.
"Lucky Flickermann." with that the live report ends.
Y/N´s words ring in Coriolanus´ ears for the next few hours, during the lecture and confrontation with Dr. Gaul, the second he reached the cafeteria, he put as much food as possible on his plate, filling it with various goods.
Multiple students chatter around him, but he´s not up for a debate about whose tribute will win, never the less just a simple conversation, the thought of it alone brings Coriolanus discomfort. So his eyes scatter across the filled room, and when he spots a small empty two-seat table he walks over to it and sits down.
As he takes a seat he waits for a second, the feeling of someone watching him never leaving since he collected a plate and filled it with a bunch of food, the view of it alone causing his stomach to erupt into quiet rumbling.
With a quick look around, checking if someone is watching him, he takes hold of the blue napkin and places it on his lap, his hands spring into action and he places a few cookies into the blue fabric.
"Trying to fatten that poor girl up, so you can finally start taking bets?" a voice right across from the small table pulls him out of his thoughts. Before him stands Sejanus, a look of anger displayed on his face, while his hands hold him up on the table.
Coriolanus stops in his tracks, Sejanus´ tone something he does not need right now.
"You think, they´ll give these kids a schap if we don´t give them a reason to do it." although it was meant as a question, the way Coriolanus´ tone changed throughout speaking made it seem like a simple statement.
"How do you think your Tribute will have a chance if he can´t eat." the mention of Marcus causes the look in Sejanus' eyes to soften, Coriolanus knew what to say in order to convince his⌠friend.
A short moment of silence washes over their conversation, Sejanus lets out a sigh before sitting down on the still-empty chair, his eyes not finding the blue eyes that bore into the side of his face.
"He was my classmate. Back in 2âŚ" Sejanus says in a low voice.
In return, Coriolanus takes a look across the room.
"It's not your fault he's there-" Coriolanus speaks up, shaking his head a little.
"I know. I'm so blameless I'm choking on it. My father bought him for me you know, at the reaping⌠just so he can show me, that I could never go back to 2." Coriolanus stays quiet, as he watches the Brown haired boy tear up, guilt eating away at him.
"But being Capitol is gonna kill me," he adds, his head shaking slightly, his gaze empty.
"So do something about it." Coriolanus cuts in, his expression stern.
He just continues filling the napkin with a few slices of a sandwich, the look on his face challenging Sejanus to do the same.
"You're quite the Rebell." the brown-haired boy laughs out, before he whipes his nose, blinking once then twice in the hope of no tears falling.
"Oh, I am. I'm bad news." the blonde replies, a teasing tone to his words. All Sejanus can do is chuckle softly, before his own hands grab a soft napkin.
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Both of them find themselves getting closer and closer to the 'zoo' where the Tributes are held against their will, displayed for everyone to inspect. From far away, the mentor of the girl from District 12 was able to make out the crowd that formed around the metal bars.
Coriolanus can't help but let his eyes wander, his blue orbs desperately trying to catch a glimpse of Y/N, as he takes big strides away from Sejanus as both of them part for the purpose of finding their tribute.
"Marcus!" he heard in the distance, but the voice was blurred.
Coriolanus can't focus on the rest of the words that leave Sejanus' mouth, as his eyes linger on the metal bars that separate him from her. He finally spots her, his tense shoulders relaxing a tad bit. The left side of her body is pressed against Jessup's, while Y/N's hand lays on the side of his neck. Both of them sitting on a rock with their backs to the crowd.
Coriolanus can tell that her mouth is moving, yet he can't seem to grasp onto what she's whispering in the ear of the boy who sits next to her. The blonde can't help but clench his jaw at the scene unfolding before his eyes, as his hands wrap a notch tighter around the food-filled fabric.
"Y/N" he speaks up, finally trusting his voice enough to do so.
The H/C-haired girl's eyes catch her mentor's quiet whisper, her head snapping to the side facing him. The small simile that spreads across her face does not go unnoticed by Coriolanus, as she brushes off her clothes. With small, yet quick steps she finally closes the distance between them.
His hands twitch beside his body, the urge to feel her skin against his resurfacing, as their eye contact never fades.
"You remembered?"
"Hmm?" Coriolanus hums, his eyes not leaving her face, she throws him a questioning look at his speechless expression.
"Oh right, right. I got this for you." he quickly says, the weight of the food in his hands leaving the second he places the napkin in her hands, their fingers touching for a split second, sending a shiver down his back.
Y/N herself can't help but feel her face warm at the contact, but she hides her face a little as she looks down at the meal in her hands. Within seconds she unwraps the cookies and the sandwich slices.
"Thank you, this will help us a lot."
"Us?" the boy from the Capitol mutters under his breath, wondering why you would even think about sharing the food he just gave you.
"Common, Jessup, eat," Y/N says with a nod of her head, her hand offering him a piece of some expensive-looking dish.
"'m not hungry," he mutters under his breath, his eyes staring daggers in Coriolanus' direction.
"No I insist, you have to eat." she pushes the food into his hands, and he throws her a thankful smile alongside a nod, yet before he walks back to the rock they sat on, he throws Coriolanus another look.
The mentioned boy holds the stare, and as Jessup turns away, his eyes land on a small wound that rests right underneath his ear. His brows furrow in confusion.
"What happened to his neck?"
Y/N gulps, her eyes not finding his.
"Bat bite. First night on the train." she nods sadly, her mind going back to when it happened.
"He didn't sleep a wink on the journey, making sure to keep the bats off so I can get some restâŚ" The girl's words grow quieter, her eyes trailing to the left as they find a Capitol girl making fun of the girl from District 10.
Y/N frowns when she observes the 'mentor' taunt her own tribute, holding a water bottle in her direction only to withdraw it when she reaches out to grab it. Y/N clenches her jaw at the sight.
"I learned in twelve that hunger is a weapon."
"Your friend over there sure knows itâŚ"
"She's not my friend she is.." he thinks for a second, "..Poison with perfect teeth."
The girl from District 12 lets out a laugh, yet it's not fully genuine, her eyes fall back onto the food in her palms, a sickening feeling forming in the pit of her stomach. Meanwhile, Coriolanus grabs a hold of the metal bar, as he leans forward looking down at her.
"Are you going to share everything that I give to you with Jessup?" he asks, his breath fanning along a strand of loose hair, their close proximity making it possible for him to whisper.
"Why?" the girl's eyes widened in confusion at his question.
"Think I can collect my strengths so I can strangle them in the arena? Coriolanus, I can not kill these people.." she hisses out, her words make her look almost helpless, and again the blonde feels the urge to reach out and grab her hand.
"But I might have a chance to help you," he replies quickly, his eyes somehow holding ambition.
"There is a possibility that I can make some suggestions to the game makers, I might even be able to let the audience send gifts into the arena. Food and waterâŚ" he mumbles assuringly, his head nodding along his words.
"Listen, the people can donate to you, so you have to convince them to like you, which they already do. You're the first to volunteer, ever, and for your sister too, that kind of stuff catches attention," he says enthusiastically.
"I don't want to talk about that, what I did there was no choice, I had to do that. Don't you understand?" she asks slightly taken back, her brows furring in bewilderment.
"Besides, I've seen the arena, there's nowhere to hide, what's the point in winning the audience over? The guards say you get money if you get more people to watch, and you say you want to help me⌠which is it?" she asks unsure, her eyes boring into his, as she rests her own hand on one of the cold metal bars, awaiting his response.
Coriolanus' mouth parts, yet no words escape, before his gaze lands on her hand, so close to his, and before he can stop himself his palm engulfs her smaller hand.
"Both," he states with confidence, as he gives her a firm nod, letting her know that he truly means it. Y/N breathes out in relief, as she nods back at him, the warmth of his calloused hands bringing her comfort. Yet, she wiggles her hand out from under his slightly tightening grasp, taking a sandwich and taking a bite, her stomach screaming at her to finish the whole meal.
As she continues to chew, she catches Coriolanus looking at the food in her grasp, when she catches his stare, he expeditiously averts his gaze, looking around as if she didn't just catch him ogling. Without a word, she takes one of the cookies and hands it to him through the bars.
"Oh, no thank you." he refuses to take the baked good from her.
"Saw you staring, just take it," she says with a shrug of her shoulders.
He hesitantly takes it from her, as the both of them lower to the ground in order to eat while sitting.
"Thought there was plenty of food in the Capitol," she asks, although it did not sound like a question, more like a fact that she simply stated. Her eyes are still on the sandwich in her grasp, while Coriolanus himself breaks the cookie in two, eating the first half of it in one bite.
He lets out a laugh at her statement, her words throwing him years back to the war.
"You know one time during the war, I ate a whole jar of paste. Just to stop the pain in my stomach." Y/N scrunches her nose in disgust.
"Well, how was it?"
He thinks for a moment, a smile forming on his lips, "Pasty." he laughs out, and Y/N can't help but let a giggle slip out as well before she muffles it with another bite of the food. Coriolanus' eyes stay on her, his eyes glimmering in amusement.
But the small moment dies when the girl looks away, her head turning slightly as she looks over her shoulder, the blonde's eyes follow hers.
"Little Wovey⌠she's so sweet⌠wouldn't hurt a fly⌠she reminds me of my sisterâŚ" she says, her head turning away from the little girl that currently rests against her district partner who looks deep in thought. Y/N swallows thickly at the thought of her little sister, now all on her own at home, having to watch her only relative die in the games. The thought alone causes the corners of her eyes to burn, yet she won't allow herself to shed one tear, not one, she promised her.
"I'm sorryâŚ" the blonde whispers, as his face holds concern and guilt, he sends her a small assuring smile in order to lighten her mood.
"You seem like a good man, Coriolanus," Y/N claims.
Coriolanus slightly shakes his head, his eyes everywhere but never meeting her own. It seems like he's about to say something, but Y/N interrupts him.
"It would have been nice to meet you under different circumstances," she quickly adds, her eyes on the almost completely eaten sandwich, while she fidgets with her fingers.
"How about⌠we make a deal," he replies.
"A deal?" she asks, her eyes snapping back up to meet his blue ones.
"Yes. After all of this⌠I'll take you out on a date," he says with a serious tone. His hand reaches through the bars as it wraps around one of her wrists.
She laughs out at his 'deal', "Yeah, exactly, have a drink or two, very funny." she laughs again in disbelief while rolling her eyes at his attempt to lighten the mood, although that's pretty impossible.
"I'm serious."
"Have you seen these people? I don't stand a chance, I'll be dead within minutes in the arena, I never learned how to fight or hunt, my chances are practically zero." she huffs out, her free hand wrapping around his hand that is holding her other hand, attempting at pulling him off.
Yet his grip tightens, "I'm being serious like I said before, maybe I can change some rules, bend some even, I don't care, we'll go on that date," he says again.
Just as Y/N opens her mouth, a response at the tip of her tongue ready to be released, a scream erupts through the air.
Brandy, the tribute that had been taunted by her mentor, grabbed the bottle out of the glass, as she took hold of the mentor's collar pulling her closer with an angry yell. With a quick smash, she shatters the bottle into pieces and uses the remains as a weapon, forcefully stabbing it into the side of her neck. The already red-dressed girl is now covered in more red.
The screams alerted every individual around them, as other people screamed in horror at the brutality.
Y/N can't help but gasp in shock, just like Coriolanus she's back on her feet, her eyes trained on the girl on the ground gasping for air.
Coriolanus runs up right to the other mentor's side, using his hands to put pressure on the wound as a horrified expression spreads all over his features.
"It's okay. it's okay, I'll get help," he mutters out of breath, frantically looking out for someone who would provide what she needs.
"Somebody help us please!" after his plea, the sound of guns firing runs through the air, and with a thump, Brandy holds onto her stomach before hitting the ground, dead.
At the sound of shooting, Coriolanus hides his face underneath his arms, shielding himself from bullets that could hit him at any given moment. As he slowly raises back up, the horrified expression returns to his face, he watches the life drain from Arachne's face, her skin growing paler.
"OhâŚno, no.." he rasps out, the events leave him speechless, and before he can register it, Peacekeepers roughly grab him by the arm and pull him up from the ground away from the lifeless body.
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Sometimes I sit here and think about baby Logan, you know the one from the first X-men movie? With the grey hoodie? Yeah that baby Logan. Anyway, I think about Deadpool pulling worst Logan into more time shinaganen shit and of course worst Loganâs gf (who was his gf in his last universe but of course died during the attack, but this one either never met her universe Logan or something) and somehow, she runs into baby first Xmen Logan wearing the grey hoodie and running around clueless as where the hell he is, until he bumps into a surprisingly pretty woman who for some reason is cooing over him and calling him a precious baby,(and did she just pspspspsps at me?? Iâm not a fucking cat? No the hair doesnât look like cat ears?! The hell wrong with you lady?!) and he only gets her name before a older version of him in a gaudy yellow suit shows up to grab her and take her away, grumbling about having to keep track of two overgrown toddlers while a mouthy guy in a red leather suit says some stupid shit before following after the older version of Logan into some strange portal. Of course soon after baby Logan gets found by Xavier and when he ask who the woman named y/n is, Xavier just looks at him confused. (Of course perhaps that Logan will meet y/n a few years down the road, or he never sees her again, a shame really, she was quiet a looker, despite being so weird, he can stand being called a baby or a kitten by her again)
Waking up in a strange building is one thing, but walking out of an elevator to find a woman starting him down is anotherâespecially when she keeps calling him kitty.
âOh my god, look at you! Youâre so young!â Her voice is high-pitched, oohing and ahhing at him like some kind of attraction. Maybe itâd piss him off more if you didnât look so cute doing it.
âCute lil kitten arenât you? And your ears are so fluffy!â
You reach up to touch his hair, and he would grab your hand if someone else didnât already beat him to it.
A gaudy yellow suit is the first thing he sees, thenâwhat the fuck?
âDoll, I told you not to go wandering off,â the stranger says, and itâs now that his day goes from bizarre to fucking impossible because heâs staring at himself. Older, sure, but his voice, his body, damn near everythingâ
âOh peanut! Itâs time to go!â Says another man in a bright red jumpsuit, and he can hear the other man groan in response.
âAlright, you heard him.â
âAw,â you complain, following after the two of them. âWanted to pet him before we go.â
You wave to the younger man behind you, giving him a wink along with your name. âCome find me when youâre all grown up kitty! Iâll be waiting for you!â
âWaitâ!â
His words fall on deaf ears, the trio disappearing soon after in a yellow doorway. His jaw drops, unsure of what just happened was real or if heâs just high as a fucking kite.
After a couple of introductions and many confused glances, he finds out that the three people he met are not students or professors, and that no one in the room had ever seen them before. Years pass along with many, many, life changing events and his odd welcome party becomes a memory of the past.
That is, until he finds out Charles has hired a new school counselor, and she looks just a bit too similar to be a coincidence. Once he gets over the shock he extends his hand, to which you accept.
âNames Logan.â He says, and you give yours in return, the same name you gave him all those years ago. Itâs now that you point to his hair with a small smile.
âDo you style your hair or does it always come out like that?â
His eyebrow raises, unsure of the line of questioning. âNot really? Why do you ask?â
You open your mouth, then close it with a shake of your head. âForget it, youâre gonna think itâs silly.â
âOh yeah?â Logan replies. âTry me.â
You bite your lip, debating on whether you should speak, eventually choosing to bite the bullet. âWell, itâs just that your hair kinda looks like ears. Yâknow, like a cat.â
His chuckle is instant, evolving into a laugh. Youâre getting more and more nervous, afraid you said something wrong until his hand gives you a good pat on the shoulder.
âYâknow, youâre the second girl to tell me that,â he muses, leaning in close. âBut come to think of it, âkittyâ has a better ring to it, donâtcha think?â
#robo speaks#ask#robo writes#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#wolverine#wolverine x reader#if the writing style seems off I literally wrote this in 20 minutes no editing#itâs 3 am đŤ
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Danyal Al Ghul: Incorrect Quotes and Miscellaneous Thoughts
Incorrect quotes-style snippets specifically for my danyal al ghul au here (which i really need to come up with a unique au name for atp). Because I thought it'd be funny. And also some miscellaneous headcanons thrown into the mix. Some context for the au: - Danyal is 5 years older than Damian (so 10 and 15) - Danny faked his death when he was 10. Talia knows and helped him with it. - Jazz, Sam, and Tucker do not know he's an ex-assassin.
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Danny, dryly tapping his temple: I have, as the Americans say, irreparable psychological damage, right here.
Jazz, an older sibling first and foremost: well, it's good that you're self-aware.
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Danny, aged 10, in the American foster planning to just age out of the system: *emanating Bad Vibes. Pure, Little Orphan Tom Riddle Energy*
Jazz, aged 12, coming in to adopt a new sibling with her parents: Him. This is my brother now :)
Danny: ...what
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Lilo and Stitch is Danny's favorite Disney movie. He watched it when he was 11 with Jazz when she was attempting to connect with him, and by this point Danny was becoming receptive to her efforts. They had a movie marathon in the living room one night.
Safe to say? It resonated with his little 11 year old heart strongly, and he related very strongly with both Nani and Stitch. He got unexpectedly emotional and hid in his room for the rest of the night. Jazz felt really bad, but it had the intended (but kinda unexpected) effect of him trying to be nicer to her afterwards.
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Dash, aged 12, causing trouble again and getting intercepted by Danny: *scaling up a desk* AHHHHH! GET YOUR LITTLE FREAK, FOLEY!
Tucker: Hey! Danny is not a freak!
Dash: GET HIM TO BACK OFF
Tucker, was the kid Dash was messing with: ....whats in it for me
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Danny, saying some questionably immoral shit: What. Why are you looking at me like that.
Tucker: Bro. I mean this as kindly as possible; what the fuck?
Sam: yeah, I'm with Tuck on this one.
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Danny, ranting about Vlad: if it weren't for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered him
Sam, painting his nails black: I'm pretty sure you'd slaughter him regardless of the laws of the land -- and quit moving, you're gonna mess me up.
Tucker: we've literally seen you debate yourself about this, Dan
Danny: ...you are correct, but it is the principle of things.
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Vlad: I have experience my child, and the money and power attained through using those powers for personal gain, you say. I could train you, teach you everything I know! And all you have to do is renounce that idiot adoptive father of yours.
Danny, was already contemplating committing a Violence: ....
Danny, internally: I'm going to stab him *turns into Phantom*
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Funny contrast I realized between Danyal and Vlad that iirc I haven't pointed out yet is that imo, Danyal doesn't rely on his powers nearly half as much as canon Danny does. He falls back instinctually on his League training, and thus sometimes forgets to use his powers in battle. This was prevalent especially early on when he was still getting used to the whole 'halfa' thing.
He incorporates them more often after a year, but still for the most part relies on his own physical hand-to-hand combat. He trusts those skills much more than he does his powers. I'm not sure where he is on a technical level compared to canon, but just to stay safe I'll say he's similar in power skill as canon Danny. Perhaps a little more finessed than him because his League training would probably have him trying to figure out his powers as soon as possible.
But in summary? Danny is strong in hand-to-hand combat, weak in powerset.
Meanwhile Vlad is the opposite. I can't recall if he even knows hand-to-hand in canon, but it makes total sense to me that Vlad Masters wouldn't because he's so confident in his monetary influence and ghost abilities that he sees no need for it.
And he's kinda got some merit behind it. He's very powerful and has 20 years of experience to experiment and fine tune his powers. He's got bite to follow up his bark. He's perfected long-range combat and his ability to phase through walls makes it impossible to corner him, but if you can manage it, then one good hit could probably knock him on his ass.
So in summary, Vlad is strong in powerset, weak in hand-to-hand combat.
And it casts a good contrast between the two of them in that regard. Danny, as a fellow halfa, can follow Vlad when he phases through walls and is fast enough to land a hit on him. His league training as an assassin, albeit rusty, is still deep ingrained enough in him that he can hold up as a rather veritable threat against Vlad without needing his powers.
But Vlad can force Danny to use his powers more often through use of his own. The duplication is the first thing to come to mind: Danny's fast enough to dispel them on his own without powers, and smart enough that he could figure out who the real one is if given a few minute. But that's not always efficient enough.
Good foils for each other that way. Also Vlad's Plasmius design mimics Ra's juuust enough that he looks like Ra's knockoff loser second cousin no one talks about, which only fuels Danny's hatred.
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Danny, ranting about Vlad for the first time: --and it's only made worse by the fact that the little ingrate resembles a cheap knock-off of my grandfather!--
Sam, choking on her water: he what--
Tucker, doing a spittake: HE DOES?
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#danyal al ghul au#i have a doodle of that little scene with vlad actually. its in my notebook lmao.#danny gets *furiously* shakespearan when he's insulting someone. sam and tucker have recorded some of his rants#and they are just pure gold.#sam and tucker calling danny 'dan' as a nickname 2024.#which reminds me about how TUE would even happen. someone in my ao3 comments made a good point about how they weren't sure if my danyal#would even have a TUE occur because he's not the cheating type. i've seen clips of how he got his hands on the test answers but i'll need t#watch the episode to gauge if Dan is even feasible. and if he is what changes to make him happen. hmmm. much to think about#don't think danyal would stay with vlad even in the midst of his grief. hmhmhm#dpdc
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⌠THE KETCHUP THEORY, C. LECLERC
will he pass the tiktok trend?
âchaaaarleeesss! come here, hurry up!â you shout, calling his name loudly in the house's kitchen counter. smirking slightly at the hidden camera in front of you, recording your actions in front of the tiny camera that you hide behind the various flowers.
a hushed footsteps could be heard from the downstairs as he walked as fast as he can to reach out to you, âwhat, babe? what happened?â he asked hurriedly. his brows furrowed and his face showed concern. but it only turned to frown at the sight of you looking at him, smirking, with a splatter of a messy smashed package of heinz ketchup in the counter.
he sighed when he saw the mess of the ketchup beside you, âoh my god, who did this?â he said, voice shrieking at the end, and resulting you to laugh at his behavior.
âmimi did that!â you accused, making the poor dog whimper in results. âi don't believe mimi did that. she's a good girl, aren't you mimi.â he said, turning around as he ruffles her fur, making her bark at him softly.
you can only smile slightly at the sight of your boyfriend with his beloved dog.
âso, can you clean the ketchup?â you asked, and he dramatically turned his head at you, making you laugh loudly at the sight.
âwhat, why?â
âmy nails, it's still wet.â you said, showing him your new color of your nails, a deep shade of a crimson colored it.
âare you sure it's mimi?â he's still insisted on asking you that, as if he didn't believe to your saying. âit could be jack...â he mumbles.
âhey, jack would never!â you replied, leaving you and him to debate on which dog actually leave the ketchup mess. literally forgetting about the camera and the plan that you've been making for your tiktok.
but in the end, he gave in and immediately took a tissue from next to the sink and rolled it into a fairly thick roll of tissue.
he also wiped the roll of tissue on the spilled ketchup, causing the spilled ketchup to become even more messy.
you gasped when he did that, and you're immediately taking the tissue from his hand.
âoh gosh, what are you doing!â and now it's your turn to shriek at the sight of his cleaning technique, and there's charles with his face looking quite startled as you were taking the tissue out of his hand quickly.
âthat is how i clean!â
âwell, that is not clean, cha.â
the video ended and just like that, the trend has been proven by himself and the tiny camera you hide.
Y/N'S TIKTOK COMMENTS SECTION
justamelie12 NOOOO HE'S THAT ONE MAN WHO RUB IT ALL UP LIKE THAT
verstappendududu What am I expecting here tbhđ¤ˇđ¤Ś
sirhervemarc That typical rich man who said i could do it but in the end that they can't.
luisalando4ever i can feel her frustration from heređđ
scrubdaddy you need some cleaning lesson to do, right yourusername?
janicekingston why is he like thisđ
georgemergency the dog talk for that 10 seconds is kinda worth more than the actual content actually...
brisiaclair "that's how i clean" and that's gonna took him an eternity to finish.
#âś!#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc fluff#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc fic#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc
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If Daddy Knew || T.W x Horner!Reader
Warnings: 18+, hair pulling, oral (M&F reviving), handjob, fingering, degrading kink, praise kink
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Part 2
If she knew how this would end up in the long term, she would had agreed to go with her father a lot sooner
She would always say no if she was invited to a Grand Prix and to come to the paddock
She hadnât always been the most social person, and she was scared she would mess up her words or donât talk at all
This time was different
She felt confident that day. She has been invited again, and she said yes. It surprised her father. He couldnât understand why she said yes
She couldnât either, but sheâs glad she did
As she stood in the Red Bull garage, she kept feeling like she was stared down by people outside of the garage
And she was right. When she got to the paddock afterwards, people still kept staring her down as she walked with her father. He wanted to introduce her to all the drivers and team principals
It all went good, until they reached Mercedes
Donât take it the wrong way, they were all very nice, but after she had greeted the drivers, she had to meet the team principal
Toto Wolff
She had heard about him through her father, now, of course she didnât take his word for it. They were rivals after all, theyâre bound to say bad stuff about each other that werenât true
âDarling, this is Toto Wolffâ He said his name through gritted teeth
âHi. Iâve heard so much about youâ He didnât answer her, he just looked her up and down and went back to what he was doing
She would have said something about his rudeness, only if he hadnât been so handsome
Maybe he was all those things her dad said
The rest of the day, she thought about Toto and if it was something she did or said to make him rude, or if it was just how he was
It finally became Sunday and she stood in the garage. She knew it was bad, but she kept starting at Toto from the distance
âYou okay, dear?â Christian asked her as he walked over to her âYouâve been kinda starting out in the abyssâ He chuckled
âYeah, Iâm fine, dad. Thank youâ She nodded up at him
The race went well. Max won, no surprise there. We all knew he was gonna win. Even the opposite teams knew he was gonna win
That night, they all went out celebrating the win, even though it was routine that he won by now
She drank to keep the thoughts away. She really wanted to be on his good side, but how could she do that?
The next morning she woke up with a slight headache, but nothing a few painkillers couldnât take away
Just as she was about to brush her teeth, her phone started ringing. It was an unknown number
âY/N Hornerâ She answered the phone
âHi, Y/N, itâs Toto Wolffâ His accent was thick through the phone âI just wanted to apologise my behaviour when we met. Iâm sure youâre aware that me and your father donât have the bestest of friendship, that was the only reason why I didnât say anything, and thatâs no reason, I know, but I just wanted to apologise. Can I buy you some coffee to make up for it?â
She stood and thought about her answer a while âYeah, that sounds nice. When?â She finally answered and she heard him sigh on the other end
âGreat. Shall we say 12 oâclock at the CafĂŠ across the street?â God, his accent was to swoon over
âYeah. Thatâs perfectâ A smirk drew on her lips. They hung up and she looked at the time. It was currently 10. She had two hours
Two hours would have been fine if she had anything to wear. She tried to look through her clothes. She tried all the combinations of clothing that was clean
She finally settled for an outfit after 45 minutes and some going back and forth trough clothes
Before she put on her clothes, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She stood there for what felt like hours, but was actually only 10 minutes
She looked back at the clock after she got dressed and put on her shoes. 11:30. She debated if she should go now and be early, or if she should wait and be on time
She has only now realised she had forgotten her perfume. She founded and sprayed it lightly on the skin on her neck
She now decided to go out, but she should probably had waited. She bumped into her father in the hallway
âWhere you going in such a hurry?â He chuckled as he looked her up and down
âI was just going out, checking the city outâ She smiled innocently
âOkay. Have fun, donât be out too lateâ He said to her before he continued to walk away
She continued to walk over to the elevator. The ride down to the lobby seemed like it took ages. She got to the lobby and walked out and across the street
She walked into the CafĂŠ. She looked around to see if she could see Toto. She found him sitting at a booth up against the far wall. She sat down across him
âHello, can I get you anything?â The waiter asked as she walked over to them
âI would like a coffee, black and a chocolate sconeâ Toto said as he looked from her to the waiter
âCan I get a hot chocolate and a croissant?â She asked as she looked up at her
âOf course. Iâll bring it down for youâ She smiled and walked over to the counter
âIâm sorry for how I reacted, Y/N, I really amâ He rambled and she just stared at him
âToto, itâs fine. Itâs no problem. I know how your relationship is with my dad, I totally understandâ She smiled at him, trying to reassure him
âYeah, Iâm not friends with your dad, but I shouldnât take that out on youâ He sighed as he placed his hand on top of hers
âToto, donât worry about it, okay?â She smiled at him, looking him in his eyes through his glasses
All he did was nod before the waitress came over with their order. As they sat and drank their coffee and ate their food, they made small talk
The only annoying thing about this whole conversation was his smile. He would smile every so often, and it made her legs week
Everything that happened between that time and when they were in the elevator was a blur for her. All she knew was that she was pressed up against the elevators wall, her hands intertwined in his hair while his lips was on hers as his hands roamed her hips and waist
The ding of the elevator startled them. They hurried out into the hall and over to her room. She struggled a bit when she opened the door, but managed fine
As they got into the room, he pushed her up against the door. Her hands went to his waist, and in one swift motion, she had them turned around
Her hands went up his torso to unbutton his shirt. When she got the last button unbuttoned, she discarded the shirt on the ground
Her hand went to his hair to pull his head back so she could start attacking his necks with kisses and bites. He groaned at the sudden dominance from her. Her other hand went to unbuckle his belt
Toto covered his mouth with his hand to minimise the sounds that came out of him. She took her hand away from his belt and up to his hand to remove it from his mouth
âI want to hear your sounds, Totoâ She said as she drew away from his neck, which drew out a groan from him âFuck, you sounds so prettyâ He could feel her smirk on his neck
She turned them around again, but this time, she guided him towards the bed, their shoes getting kicked off in the process
When the back off Totoâs legs hit the bed, she pushed him down to sit. She got on her knees and zipped down his pants
He bucked his up from the bed so she could pull down his pants and boxers. When she had gotten them off, she threw them beside her
She licked a stripe up his shaft before spitting into her hand, and started stroking him slowly. He started moaning low, almost silently
âKeep up those sounds, I wanna hear you, babyâ She told him as she looked up at him from between his knees
Her words could make him undone right then and there âFuck, I want your mouth around me, pleaseâ His voice was getting desperate and his accent was getting heavier
She removed her hand, but quickly replaced it with her mouth. His moans got louder as she started moving her head up and down
He started bucking his hips up, trying to fuck her mouth, but her hands came up to push him back down to stop his movements, which makes him groan in annoyance
âFucking shit, AhâŚâ He wasnât making any effort to swallow his moans âFuck, Iâm gonna cum. Fuck, please. Iâm so-Ah. Iâm so closeâ His head leaned back and his eyes rolled to the back of his head
His hand was shaking when he drew it up to his face to take off his glasses as they started fogging up. He got them off and threw them on the ground, not caring if they broke or not
âI canât- Ah. Fuck, please, I canât take it anymoreâ His words didnât stop her actions, if it did anything, it made her faster
A few seconds later and he came down her throat. She held her head down as he finished. She got off of him and swallowed his loath
He was panting hard when she stood up. She took his chin between her fingers making him look at her. She kissed him deeply, making him taste himself on her tongue
âThink you can return the favour?â She asked seductively. With closed eyes, he nodded âGood. Get on your kneesâ He quickly got on his knees where she once sat as she herself sat on the bed
She leaned back, her weight resting on her hands. She watched as his trembling hands tried opening the button on her jeans
She chuckled seeing him struggling âGod youâre patheticâ She pushed his hands away to do it herself. She lifted her hips so he could pull down her pants and panties throwing them away with the rest of the clothes on the floor
He pulled her close to the edge of the bed, and therefore closer to his mouth. He drew his tongue through her soaking folds
âWhat wouldnât my father say, hm?â She drew one of her hands through his soft, brown locks when he started attacking her clit
âHis biggest rival eating out his daughterâ He groaned into her cunt from her degrading, making her moan âWhat donât you think he will do? Most likely kill you, or maybe, he would never invite me again to keep me as far away from you as possible so this could never happen againâ
He groaned again, making her grip his hair tight and moan louder than before âFuck, youâre so beautiful from hereâ She chuckled mixed with a moan
He drew one of his hands towards her cunt. One of his fingers drew through her folds, stopping at her entrance. She moaned as he entered her slowly
He started going in and out of her, drawing loud moans from her. He added another finger as he started curling his fingers up and hitting the spot inside her that made her see stars
Her moans got louder and heavier as she was pulled closer to the edge of her orgasm âFuck, youâre doing so good for me, Totoâ She moaned pulling his hair so his face got showed into her cunt
âFuck, Iâm so close. Fucking keep going. Ahâ Her head rolled back while she bucked her hips up and into his mouth âYouâre doing so fucking goodâ He groaned which send her over the edge. Her legs shakes as she came down from her high
âFuck, you did so good for meâ She smiled down at him as she drew his face up to look at her âSo fucking goodâ She leaned down to kiss him
#smut#dom!reader#formula one#toto wolff x reader smut#toto wolff smut#toto wolff x reader#sub!toto wolff
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james kelly finding reader humping her little hot water bottle bcs shes on her period
reader calls james 'jamie', clothed!humping, humiliation kink, consensual voyeruism/exhibitionism kink, masturbating (f), period sex, fem representing!reader.
reader's hot watter bottle is pink and has a white, knit cover
crimson sin
pairing: james kelly x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOUâRE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!james, sub!reader, clothed masturbation (fem!receiving), dry humping, voyeurism, degradation, age gap, praise, pet names.
You wanted to die.
It was currently the second day of your period and mother nature wasnât doing you any favors. The cramps were always bad on the second day, but today they were practically unbearable. All you could do was lay in bed eating your favorite junk food while watching your favorite tv show. If it were up to you, your boyfriend James would be next to you cradling you in his arms. Unfortunately, it wasnât going to happen anytime soon because the auto shop was starting to bring in more customers during summer and he couldnât take time off. You hated how much he was away, but you couldnât do much about it.
As you were in the middle of an episode, you suddenly felt an aching sensation in between your thighsâŚone that was familiar. You didnât realize that missing James would make you that damn horny. Maybe you could ignore it?
Shaking it off, you return your gaze back to the tv and continue to watch it. You get through the first season with ease, but then the feeling returns once more. Your mind had wandered off and started thinking about how warm James always made you feel. How his cock stretched you out. How he buried his cum into your pussy. For fucks sake.
Deciding you canât suppress the urge any longer, you bite the bullet and give in. You pause the tv before placing the remote on your bedside table. However, you then remembered the hot water bottle sitting beside the remote and you hesitatingly grab it. Once itâs in your hands, you take a second to debate whether you should use it or not for the purpose of getting rid of your ache. It was warm enough to imitate his cock, right? I mean, you were desperate for his warmth and touch. Why wouldnât you use it?
You donât waste another second before flipping yourself onto your stomach and placing the hot water bottle flush against your clothed pussy. You start to hump it, feeling the heat rise to your cunt almost immediately. You whine in pleasure which only makes you buck your hips against the bottle. You desperately needed some sort of release and if this was how you achieved a high, then so be it.
Before you know it, several minutes have passed by and you still hadnât reached your desired orgasmic state of bliss. It was frustrating to say the least. You were beginning to lose faith in your abilities to accomplish a task like this by yourself. It was always so easy with James. Nevertheless, you keep humping the object but at a much faster pace than you had set for yourself before. Thatâs when you started feeling the tight contractions in your abdominal walls. You were too lost in the moment to even hear or even register the sound of the door opening and the footsteps that accompanied it.
âBaby Iâm ho-â is all you hear before you halt all of your movements and look at the owner of that voice with a more than embarrassed look on your face.
âJamie, what are you doing here?â you ask with an evident tone of humiliation in your voice as you hastily sit up, trying to hide the water bottle from his line of sight.
"Well, hello to you too, baby." James says with a taunting chuckle.
"It's not what it looks like!" you say in a frantic state, unable to hide the humiliation plaguing your body.
"Really?...because I think it's exactly what it looks like. My girl missed me so much that she had to slut out, hm?" he retorts.
"I'm so sorry Jamie...I promise to be good from now on.
"Then don't stop 'til I tell you to. You're gonna be my good slut tonight and you're gonna like it."
#james kelly smut#james kelly x reader#james kelly x you#hayden christensen#anakin skywalker smut#anakin skywalker#anakin smut#star wars fandom#star wars fanfiction#star wars#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin star wars#hayden christensen smut#sam monroe smut#star wars fanart
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What is your all time favorite sterek fic?
Listen... I cannot go with just one. I'll give you top three and it's nothing new, I fear. The legends, the monarchs, the gems of my sterek library
What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This by isthatbloodonhisshirt
âI am not Bella!â he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if heâd been the one to suggest he was. âI am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!â
Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.
âWhat?! What was that sound?!â
âYouâre more of a Mike,â she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.
âWhaââ Stiles had never been so offended in his life! âI am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!â
âMike,â she argued.
âWhoâs Mike?â Scott asked.
âShut up, Scott!â Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.
To this day, I remember everything about this fic. I've read it so many times... I love the slow burn, I love Derekâs years-worth stalking, and Stiles' assertiveness and how he's THE alpha mate; I adore the Hales, and Cora, and MERRAK! (I wish I could create an OC that fits so perfectly into the story. I miss his snarky ass...). Anyway, yeah, this is the first fic that comes to mind. Gorgeous
Hung The Moon by BurnItAllClean (nrnyx)
Slowly Stiles got control of himself again. His heart calmed. His breathing evened out. The anger was gone. In its place, a bone-deep weariness settled. He couldnât do this. He wouldnât survive this.
As a huge lover of angst, I devoured this many times. It's perfect. The tension between the boys is so thick, and Derek's adoration of Stiles is so heated and heartbreaking. If I want that achy tugging on my heartstrings, I go to this fic. Absolutely delightful
Cut to the Bone by standinginanicedress
âNot that itâs any of your god damn business, but my name is Stiles. Do you need something?â
The alpha grins. All teeth, shiny white, straight as an arrow. Heâs got this sculpted perfection to him that Stiles is sure has worked on all the omegas heâs ever encountered before, but Stiles stands his ground and narrows his eyes. âA date.â
Stiles looks him up and down, slowly, from the black shoes on his feet, to his uniform khakis and blazer littered with pins, to his face. He frowns, makes a face, and says, âpass.â
Where would I be without siand... it's an abo again, and I mean, this is exactly what I want and need from an abo. Obsessed alpha Derek, beautiful omega Stiles who gets burdened by his nature and the society and his father OH MY GOOODDD. Stiles loving kisses and Derek just enjoying every bit of it, he's so fucking obsessed I'm gonna scream
#sterek#sterek fic#stiles x derek#eternal sterek#sterek fanfic#sterek fic rec#stiles stilinski#derek hale#hedwig221b replies#I love so many more fics but these three..... hedwig221b as you know her was built on them#anon asks
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