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Hey angel!! hope ur doing well!!
i was wondering if I could request roommate!marauders where they have crushes on reader buttt she already has a bf but he's just a total jerk.... and u sorta get the idea?? (if u haven't done one like this already)
much love!!! <3333
Thank you for requesting lovely <3
cw: douchebag boyfriend, marauders fancy reader but don't genuinely want her to cheat or end her relationship for them
(poly)roommate!marauders x fem!reader ⥠1.1k words
Itâs heartbreaking how lovely you look first thing in the morning. Sweet, rumpled pajamas, plodding gait, sunlight stretching over features still soft with sleep. You raise your hand to cover a yawn as you enter the kitchen, eyelashes still drooping like theyâve weights sewn into them.Â
âMorning,â you say on the tail end.Â
âMorning.â James opens one arm to you. You step into the hug automatically, and he drops a kiss to your head, his own private indulgence. Youâre eyeing the omelet heâs frying up with his other hand. âWant one?âÂ
âMm, wish I could,â your voice is a somnolent mumble, âbut Daleâs taking me to breakfast in a bit.âÂ
James tries not to react, but his hold on you stiffens some. From the living room, he hears Sirius scoff. âOh.âÂ
âIâm sure your omelet would be better.â You pat his side, moving out from under his arm to go to the coffee pot. âWeâre going to this cafe he likes, and they never have anything I want. Still, I can hardly show up full.âÂ
James feels himself frown. Typical of your boyfriend to take you somewhere you donât even like. Perhaps heâs a tad biased, but James thinks you should eat one of his omelets and show up full just to teach him a lesson.Â
He plates up the one heâs just finished. You tail him into the living room as he delivers it to Sirius, curling your feet up underneath you on the couch. Remus is sitting in the armchair reading the paper. He and James have already had their breakfasts, but you and Sirius are always the last up on weekends.
âAre you finished with the funnies?â you ask Remus.Â
He looks up at you with a tenderness James doesnât know how you canât see. âYeah,â he says, shaking out a page. âHere.âÂ
Sirius snickers at your choice of reading material as you reach across him for it. You nudge his thigh with your knee. âBite me.âÂ
âAnywhere youâd like me to, babe.â He winks.Â
You roll your eyes and fold the page to read, well used to Siriusâ flirting. Similarly to how heâd done with Remus, Siriusâ ill-advised tactic for winning you over involves alternating between taunting you relentlessly and acting like his affection for you is all one big joke. It only barely worked on RemusâJamesâ interference had been required there, and that was before heâd admitted to himself his own feelings for either of the two boysâso James doesnât understand why Sirius would give it another go with you.Â
âOh.â Remus closes his paper, seeming to remember something. âI was wondering if you might have time to go with me to the farmerâs market this morning. Weâre out of eggs, but I canât haggle with the woman like you do.âÂ
You give him a sorry sort of smile. âI would, but Daleâs meant to pick me up at ten.â
âOh, well.â Sirius rolls his eyes, chewing malignantly on a bite of omelet. âIf Dale said heâll be here at ten, then surely thatâs whatâs happening.âÂ
You bump his thigh again good naturedly. âBe nice.âÂ
James bites his tongue, and even Remus reopens his newspaper with a tad more vigor than necessary. Sirius is by far the most vocal with you about your boyfriendâs flaws, but your roommates all hate him. The guyâs a prick. James would never in a million years try to convince you to leave your partner for themâand despite Siriusâ joking, he knows neither of the other boys would want that eitherâbut if you broke up with Dale, he would be very tempted to throw a party.Â
James really doesnât understand how someone like you could end up with someone so holistically unpleasant as your boyfriend. Heâs rude, inconsiderate, he doesnât express any gratitude for the sweet things you do for him, and he is never where he says heâs going to be when he says heâs going to be there. He shows so little regard for anyone but himself. If he told you he was going to pick you up at ten in the morning, heâs just as likely to arrive at three in the afternoon. Even for your half-hearted defense of him, itâs nearly ten and youâve made no move to change out of your pajamas or get ready, because you know he wonât be here on time. It irks your roommates to no end to see you tolerate such poor treatment.Â
âMaybe you can go with Remus to the farmerâs market,â you tell Sirius. âYou seem like you could negotiate.âÂ
âSirius doesnât know how much eggs are supposed to cost,â Remus says idly.Â
âOi!â Sirius objects through a mouthful of omelet. âI do so.âÂ
James smiles at him. âReally. How much do you think eggs cost, love?âÂ
Sirius manages to take another bite while James is asking, so his mouth is conveniently too full to answer.Â
âI can manage it on my own,â Remus says with indulgent fondness. âDove, do me one favor, though?âÂ
You lift your coffee. âSure.âÂ
âDonât let him summon you outside with his horn again.âÂ
Thereâs a brief but thick silence while you finish swallowing your coffee and all three boys try not to look too obviously judgmental (Sirius trying the least, naturally). The purse of your lips reveals some embarrassment.Â
Still, your voice comes out unconcerned. âItâs not a big deal to me. Itâs not like weâre in school and I need him to come to the door and meet my parents. Itâs a time saver.âÂ
âItâs rude,â says Remus gently. âYou deserve someone who will come to the door for you.âÂ
Jamesâ thoughts exactly.Â
âSure you donât want some toast or something while you wait?â James asks, partly to dispel the tension and partly because he really does think you should eat something if Dale isnât likely to be here until the afternoon. âYou could call it an appetizer.âÂ
You stand with your emptied coffee mug, passing an affectionate hand over Jamesâ hair as you move between his legs and the coffee table. âThanks,â you say genuinely, âbut Iâm alright. Iâm going to go get ready.âÂ
However eager James is to avoid the tension that comes from insulting (or, really, just speaking frankly about) your boyfriend, Sirius has no such concerns. âWhile weâre telling Dale things,â he says after you, âbe sure to remind him that our flat has a three-strike roommate tears policy. Next time you come home crying, Jamie and I get to make a house call.âÂ
Your laughter echoes down the hallway. âSure, Iâll let him know.âÂ
Sirius looks at James, perplexed. âDid I sound like I was joking? I was not using my joking voice.âÂ
James pats his leg consolingly.
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orrrr rafe having to deal with a tipsy reader but lowkey being overwhelmed at the whole situation cuz sheâs being so lovey dovey and clingy but theyâre not dating? đ
rafe cameron x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of alcohol, suggestive comments
a/n: this is my first time posting iâm so scared loll hope you like it, thanks for sending itđŤśđź btw english isnât my first language, let me know any mistakes.
âI donât know, Top!â You laughed loudly while talking to Topper, who, to be honest, wasnât actually funny. It was probably just the number of drinks youâd already had.
âGirl, youâre tipsy!â Topper laughed at you while sipping from his whiskey glass.
âIâm not.â You rolled your eyes and tried to take another shotâat least, you tried.
âYouâre done.â Rafe took the shot from your hand and moved it away from you. By the way, who knows where he had come from; you hadnât seen him since the party started.
âWhat do you mean Iâm done? Iâm just starting.â You gave the guy in front of you a funny look.
âI mean youâre done, princess. Letâs go.â Rafe took your arm and started guiding you through the crowd.
âBaby, youâre soooo boring.â You pouted at him once you arrived in the parking lot.
âBaby?â He raised his eyebrows, looking at you.
âWhatâs wrong? You call me princess all the damn time, I donât say shit to ya, big boy.â You rolled your eyes.
âWatch that mouth of yours.â He leaned back against his car.
âWhy are you so grumpy all the time?â You slowly got closer to him, resting your hands on his shoulders and giving them a little squeeze.
Rafe looked closely at your hands moving down his arms. âIâm not grumpy all the time.â
âIâm not grumpy all the time.â You imitated him in a funny voice and burst out laughing before giving him a kiss on the cheek. ââCourse you are.â You whispered in his ear.
Rafe cleared his throat and looked everywhere but at your eyes. âCome on, letâs get you home.â He tried to escape your little grip.
âI donât wanna go home, Ray!â You pouted again. âLetâs stay here; we could have so much fun! More fun than weâd have in your car, let me tell ya.â
âWhy are you so complicated?â He rolled his eyes.
âWhy are you so boring?â You teased him, poking his arms. âAlthough I can think of ways to have fun in your car too.â You got close to him, giving him a significant look.
âStop saying stuff like that.â He opened his eyes wide, feeling out of place.
âAre you freaking out, Rafey?â you asked, teasing.
âDonât call me that.â He frowned.
âWhy not? Thatâs what all your bitches call you.â
âNo! Just- just get in the car, kay?â He opened the passenger door so you could get in.
âWe adore a gentleman.â You said as you climbed into the car. He closed the door and walked around the car to get into the driverâs seat.
The atmosphere filled with an overwhelming silence; Rafe hadnât even started the car. You felt a little guilty.
While it was true that you werenât entirely sober, you werenât drunk either. You knew what you were doing; it was just that the bit of alcohol had given you the confidence to tell him things you wouldnât say when fully sober.
âRafe?â you asked nervously.
âMmh?â He didnât even look at you.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortableâI know weâre friends; I didnât mean to make you feel badââ Suddenly, you felt like the alcohol in your body had disappeared.
âHey, hey.â He looked at you. âItâs alright, itâs not that, kay?â He buried his head in his hands.
âSo? What is it?â You tilted your head to the side, confused.
He sighed. âYou know, all your attitudes and shit.â He waved his hand in the air, trying to make you understand. âYouâre getting all touchy and clingy.â
âOhââ You looked away.
âNo, no, hey.â He gently took your face and made you look at him. âLook at me, baby. Itâs not a bad thing; itâs alrightâitâs justâyouâre kinda cold all the time. Iâve never seen you this way, it freaked me out.â
âYouâve never been with a tipsy girl?â You giggled.
âNah, yeah, I have. I said Iâve never seen you this way. Itâs different.â He turned on the car.
âWhat do you mean? Why would it be?â
He turned on the radio.
âAre you ignoring me, Rafe?â
âNo, Iâm not.â
âYes, you are.â You frowned.
âNah, Iâm not.â He said while steering with one hand on the wheel.
You sighed and rolled your eyes.
#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#outer banks#outer banks x reader#obx#obx x reader#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#rafe cameron obx#rafe cameron request#rafe cameron season 4
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OBSESSED with the whole american x 141 man combo. smut ahead!
Not necessarily giving up your identity when you move out of the US, just wanting to explore different cultures and see new things. Then you meet one of the boys, maybe itâs Kyle or Johnny, and they introduce you to your actual, literal husband within a week of knowing you. And Simon Riley isnât a bad guy, they tell you, just a little rough around the edges. And youâre young, in a new country, you flew on a plane for the first time to get here and it didnât go down so you feel invincibleâ and you fuck Simon Riley.Â
The mask isnât even in the equation, he wonât wear it when heâs not on a mission or on base, and heâs got a scar on his cheek thatâs textured when you grab his face and kiss him. He tastes like bourbon. You taste like vodka and lime. He lays you down on your hotel mattress and spreads your legs and calls you love while heâs fucking you.Â
âFuck, lovie, like that. Take it like that.â you thought maybe the accent would make it too funny to be sexy but there might be something to be said about pavlovâs dog and the bell hereâŚ.Â
Heâs so big and so on top of you and heâs pushing your legs to your chest to pin you underneath him while he fucks you. You feel sorry for the other people on the floor the next morning but in moment all you can think is Simon, Simon, Simon and all you can do is beg him donât stop, donât stop, donât stopâÂ
Youâre so happy you got your IUD before you started traveling.Â
Simon says sometimes he thinks he did it in the wrong order. You fucked and then he took you out to dinner. You tell him sometimes you wish he would have let you ride him that night. He remedies your wishes immediately, all the time.Â
Did you know thereâs only one Taco Bell in all of England? You crave chalupaâs so intensely that you once rode a train for an hour and a bus for three just to have the worst Taco Bell of your life. Did you know that almost 50% of Americans own a gun or are proficient with one? Color 141 the most surprised theyâve ever been when you go to a gun range while theyâre stationed in Texas and Simon tries to teach you gun safety but you correct him the entire time.Â
âI used to go hunting with my dad, Si, I know this.â and then you have decently good grouping thatâs just a little to the left and Johnny tries to show you how itâs really done andâ misses entirely.Â
âIs that how itâs done, Johnny?â you taunt, smiling so cheekily that Simon canât keep his own smile off his face.Â
âListen up, bonnie, Iâve done more training-âÂ
âDoesnât seem like it to me.â you mumble. Simon swear he can see the steam coming out of Johnnyâs ears.Â
âLass, so help me God, if you donât-âÂ
âPoor baby, Johnny,â you frown, still taunting him, your hips sway as you walk up to him and take his face into your hands, âDid you get beat in a shooting contest by a civvie? Will you live to see another day?â You shake his head in your hands and Johnny goes red for a completely different reason than his pride and anger. Johnnyâs hands twitch, Simon can see him reaching for your sides as you release his face and step away from him. Soon, Simon wants to tell him, sheâs going to tell you soon.
#guuuuuyyyyyysssss please don't judge me for not knowing anything about the UK#I know i could have googled it but im just a little rat okay#I don't know anything#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader smut#ghost smut#ghost cod#ghost mw2#smut
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Spill Your Guts (OP81)
summary: after revealing what she listens to in order to wind down, y/n ends up with an invite from her favorite podcast host to appear in the next episode
driver!reader x podcast host!oscar piastri -> habs incoming... series masterlist
cw: not fia approved words, reader teasing lando (they're besties), kissing, fluff, bad flirting, oscar being bullied by hattie
wc: 2.9k
a/n: this one is written + smau, with a bit of different formatting for the podcast episode. this one was fun to write, I hope y'all will like it and show it some love.
-> TAKE 1
âHi,â you said, flashing a smile to the camera. âIâm Y/n L/n!â
âAnd Iâm Lando Norris,â your teammate, sitting in a chair next to you in the video set up, said while waving his hand. âAnd weâre McTeammates!â
âLando,â you said, shaking your head as you turned to look at him. âWe talked about this. We drive for McLaren, weâre teammates but,â you lifted a finger up, pointing it at him. âWeâre not, McTeammates.â
He rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at you. âWhatever you say, McGrumpy!â
âThatâs it!â You said, pushing your chair away from the table and standing up. âIâm taking away your Grayâs Anatomy privileges.â
âYou canât do that, you bitch!â
âTry me, you little termite!â
-> TAKE 2
âHi,â you smiled, lifting your hand up to wave at the camera. âIâm Y/n L/n.â
âWhy do you always start?â Lando complained. âLike why isnât my name first, Iâve been here longer.â
âBecause Iâm the lead in the championship and your nickname is last lap Lando.â
âThatâs so fucking mean, you muppet!â He sobbed, wiping the corner of his eye to add to the dramatic effect. âWhatâs wrong with you - you know Iâm sensitive about that.â
You sighed, putting your hand on his back and rubbing along his spine in a comforting manner. âIâm sorry, Lando, I didnât mean it.â You said, putting your fingers into his locks and ruffling his hair. âWe can do your name first, and you can start the video. How does that sound?â
He looked up at you, eyes shining with excitement, the previous dramatics instantly gone as he started nodding his head. âDeal! No take backsies!â
-> TAKE 3
âHi!â Lando said, his voice full of enthusiasm as he waved at the same with a big grin. âIâm Lando Norris.â
âAnd Iâm Y/n L/n!â You said, smiling at the came and praying this take was going to work out because if you had to start this video over one more time you were going to strangle your teammate.
âToday weâre answering your questions. which you had the chance to send us on Instagram and we put them in this bowl.â Lando explained, holding up the said bowl full of folded papers.
You pushed your hand into the bowl, running your fingers over the papers before grabbing one and pulling it out. You unfolded the paper, looking down at the printed words. âWhat is Lando afraid of?â You read the question, laughing a little. âFish!â
âHey!â He interrupted, snatching the paper from your hands. âItâs my question Iâm supposed to answer!â He looked down at the paper, humming while nodding his head. âIâm also afraid of the dark.â
You bit your lip to stop yourself from making a comment, wanting badly to tease him about saying he was afraid of the dark.Â
Satisfied with his reply, Lando threw the paper away and dug into the bowl for the next one. He unfolded the paper, clearing his throat dramatically before reading out the question. âWhat does Y/n L/n listen to, to wind down?â His eyes snapped up, looking into yours. âUh, I know this one!â
âI donât care,â you replied, snatching the paper from his hands. âItâs my question.â You told him, returning his previous words back to him, which made him pout. âTo wind down, especially after a race I listen to a podcast hosted by some Aussie guy named Oscar. The podcast is called Spill Your Guts, it has no specific theme and the host is a funny guy. Plus, he sounds cute.â
âI could have answered that!â Lando said, poking your arm with his finger. âI knew your answer word for word.â
âIâm sure you did Lando,â you said, nodding your head at him. âNow why donât you pull out the next question?â
Itâs a few days later, the video already long gone from your mind, when you walk into your driverâs room after a practice and flop directly onto the couch as soon as your helmet and balaclava are off, letting your body mold into the cushions after the exhausting practice.
You grab your phone and open it, eyes focusing on the new massage you had gotten while you were in the car. Your expression is confused as your eyes swipe over the number, not recognizing whose it is.
You enter the chat and after a brief moment of hesitation, you reply.
Your hands are shaking as you try your best to shove your phone into your pocket before jumping up, a scream tearing from your throat before youâre running to Landoâs driverâs room.
âLando!â You yell, grabbing the door handle and pushing his doors open without knocking. He stops dead in his tracks and turns around to face you.
Lando holds both hands up, his mouth full of a chocolate doughnut that is half sticking out. He quickly grabs the part thatâs sticking out and pulls it out of his mouth, swallowing the rest as fast as he can. âDonât tell my trainer, please!â
Your eyes slide over to the half a doughnut in his hands and you shake your head at him. âI donât care about that,â you tell him. âYouâll never believe what happened!â
âMax Verstappen got a 100 points penalty and you secured the championship?â He offers, deciding to finish his doughnut while he has a chance.Â
âNo, I donât think thatâs possible,â you tell him. âBut it would be great! What was I saying? Oh, yes!â You clap your hand before putting them on his shoulders and shaking him. âOscar Piastri invited me to star in an episode?â
âWho?â He asks, his voice muffled by the treat in his mouth.
âThe Spill Your Guts, guy!â
âYou got invited to Spill Your Guts!?â Lando asks, swallowing the doughnut before looking at you with a smile. âYouâre going to be on an episode of your favorite podcast?â
âYes!â You laughed, smiling at him.
âHow?â
You grabbed Landoâs hand and moved him over to the couch, flopping down into a comfortable position, you patted the spot next to you, signaling for your teammate to sit down. Once he did, you cracked your fingers and locked your eyes with his. âOkay, soâŚâ and then started explaining.
OSCAR: Hello everyone! Welcome to tonight's episode of Spill Your Guts. Tonightâs guest is definitely the most famous person Iâve ever had sitting opposite of me if you donât count my sister, with her 120k TikTok followers. Anyways, itâs my pleasure to welcome Y/n L/n to the studio!
Y/N: Hi, Oscar! And hello to everyone whoâs listening in tonight. The pleasure is all mine really - Iâm honestly so excited to be here. Just ask Lando, Iâm pretty sure heâs gone deaf from all my screaming.
OSCAR: [laugh] Okay Y/n, settle in and fasten your seat-belt, weâre starting.
Y/N: Iâm ready!
OSCAR: Iâm sure youâve been asked this many times but whatâs it like being a Formula 1 driver?
Y/N: Thrilling. Every race week is a new adventure and the sport is really competitive so youâre constantly trying to prove yourself and set new records. Thereâs really no time to slow down.
OSCAR: Iâll be honest, it sounds a bit exhausting. Now, if you were a driver what would you be?
Y/N: Maybe a doctor [sigh] Iâve always been interested in medicine but racing is my life. But yeah, if I wasnât a racer Iâd probably want to pursue a career in medicine.
OSCAR: [hum] I can see it. Youâd look good in scrubs. [both laugh] Whatâs your favorite Grand Prix?
Y/N: Two words Oscar - Las Vegas!
OSCAR: Thatâs a night race, yeah? Seem fun. Are you ready for some rapid fire questions now?
Y/N: Go right ahead, pretty boy.
OSCAR: [nervous laugh] Okay then, ready steady go! Wet or dry?
Y/N: Wet.
OSCAR: Monza or Monaco?
Y/N: Monza!
OSCAR: Blondes or brunettes?
Y/N: Brunettes [laugh] Australian ones preferably.
OSCAR: [very loud laugh] How cold are the ice baths?
Y/N: Very fucking cold.
OSCAR: Vettel or Alonso?
Y/N: None of them - Rosberg. Catch the reference.Â
OSCAR: I did! Catch the reference, thatâs it. I watched that video to come up with questions.
Y/N: Oh, is the next question bums of boobs then? Because bums for sure.
OSCAR: That was not a question but thank you for answering it either way. Let me take a quick peek at the chat. boy4norizz wants to know whoâs your favorite F1 teammate?
Y/N: [loud laugh] Oh God, Lando Iâm gonna kill you! So, the only answer I can give you is Lando, because heâs the only teammate Iâve had in F1. But if I had another, it would definitely be them.
OSCAR: Cats or dogs?
Y/N: I like both but if I had to pick - dogs. Iâve got a dog actually, a goldie. His nameâs Apollo.
OSCAR: I love goldies!
Y/N: You should come meet mine sometimes.Â
OSCAR: I might take you up on that. Now, last I checked you are the current lead in the championship, right? How does that feel?
Y/N: Still feels a bit unreal, if Iâm being honest. Obviously every driver dreams about winning the WDC, and obviously only half of the season is done so I donât want to be getting ahead of myself with the talk, but to actually be in the lead and have such a big chance to win it feels amazing.
OSCAR: I hope you do win it.
Y/N: Oh! [small pause] Does that mean youâll be cheering on me?
OSCAR: Absolutely! You mentioned half of the season being done so that means summer break is approaching right?
Y/N: Yes, summer break starts after the next race.
OSCAR: Got any plans for the break?
Y/N: Depends. Are you free?
[few moments of silence and then both start laughing]
OSCAR: [catching his breath] Alright, thank you everyone for tuning in - and thank you to Y/n, for joining us. Enjoy the rest of your night.
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oscarpiastri: Another thank you to F1 star, Y/n L/n for joining us in tonight's episode of Spill Your Guts. And thank you for bringing the merch! Go stream the episode if you missed it!
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comments:
user01: call me crazy but they have so much chemistry
user423: you're not crazy girl, I literally felt like I was intruding userr: same! and her inviting him to meet her dog!! if they don't date I'll kms
ynsmclaren2: 'do you have plans' 'depends, are you free' WELCOME BACK SEBASTIAN VETTEL
user3: no because I literally screamed when I heard that userss: preach sister. they sound so good together I need them to date
yourusername: it was an amazing experience, 10/10 host would come back
oscarpiastri: dibs on getting the first interview when you win your championship? yoursername: deal user33: oh they're down bad
hattiepiastri: you're embarrassing me, you have her number use it
oscarpiastri: I'm telling mom you're mean to me hattiepiastri: do it no balls, she likes me more user454: I live for hattie bullying oscar
You look into the mirror one more time, raising your hands up to smooth down your hair for God knows what time that night. You push yourself forward, practically leaning over the desk so your face is directly in front of the mirror and run your finger over the edge of your bottom lip, making sure corners of your lipstick arenât smudged.Â
âStop that!â Lando says, picking up a makeup brush from the bed and throwing it at you. Itâs times like these that make you wonder why you agreed to go on vacation with him. âYou look great! Iâm sure the pastry boyâs jaw is gonna dislocate from how hard itâs going to drop when he sees you.â
âThatâs ⌠definitely a mental image.â You reply, picking up the brush from the floor and throwing it back at him. âIâm nervous,â you admit, picking on the bits of skin next to your nails.
Lando gets up from the bed and approaches you. He smiles and lifts a hand up to pat your shoulder before deciding to pull in for a quick hug. âThereâs no need to be.Youâre a catch and if he screws us itâs his loss.â
You bite your lip, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you think it over. âYeah, youâre right. Come on, Iâm gonna be late.â
After pushing Lando out of your room you grab your purse and exit the room. The elevator ride down to the lobby feels like a small eternity, your stomach tied in knots by the time you finally step out in the lobby.
You make your way outside, a lump in your throat as you look around the busy street. Your eyes finally meet his and itâs like time slows down. Heâs leaning against his car, dressed casually in pants and a T-Shirt, and holding a small bouquet of flowers.
You smile as you approach him and he mirrors your smile with his own. âThese are for you,â he says, offering you the bouquet. âYou look breathtaking.â
âThank you,â you reply, taking the flowers from him, your fingers brushing against his. âAnd you donât look bad yourself.â
He laughs in response, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards into a smile. He grabs the car door handle and opens the door, gesturing at it with his free arm. âShall we?â
You can help but laugh, nodding your head you get into the car and he closes the door, going around the car and sitting in the driver's seat. âWhere are we going?â You ask, settling back into the seat and pulling on your seat-belt.
âA little restaurant I used to go to with my parents and sisters when I was younger,â he tells you, starting the car. âTrust me, youâll love it.â
f1wagupdates: new WAG in the paddock?
current championship lead and famous mclaren driver Y/n L/n, was spotted having an intimate dinner with Oscar Piastri, podcast host of Spill Your Guts, which L/n starred on and mentioned it being her favorite podcast.
after the episode she appeared in fans noted the flirting between L/n and Piastri. are the two finally together?
comments:
ynsmclaren2: I'm very happy for them but why don't we give them some privacy instead of photographing them going out to dinner
user332: hell yeah! my otp is real
user441: they look so cute together, I ship it
oscarpiastri: the term WAG stands for wives and girlfriends and is used for partners of athletes mostly because they are straight men dating women. the appropriate term to use in this situation is HAB because that stands for husbands and boyfriends and is therefore the same things as a WAG but for the other gender
oscarpiastri: if you're gonna gossip at least do it right user77: he ate I fear user667: f1wagsupdates you've been real quiet since this comment
oscarpiastri: #HABandproud
user11: please I love him user334: mclaren's media team is gonna have a field day user102: protect him from pr training at all costs
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âStop biting your nails, itâs disgustingâ Hattie said, slapping Oscarâs hand away from his mouth.
Oscar tore his attention off from the screen to glare at his sister before returning it to the screen once more. This was it, Abu Dhabi Grand Prix.
You and Max were tied in the points and this was not only the final race of the season but also the race that determined who would win the championship. Of course he was biting his nails, he was nervous.
âAnd to think mom said youâd never get a girlfriend sitting in a studio and hosting a podcast.â Hattie said, bringing a glass of water up to her lips and drinking from it.
âWhy are you even here?â Oscar asked his sister.
âYour girlfriend invited me,â Hattie replied with a shrug of her shoulders. âShe likes me more than you.â
Oscar was about to reply but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a gasp as he completely focused on what was playing out. He felt Hattie grab his hand, her nails digging into his skin.
âVerstappen is attempting a rather risky overtake on L/n, can she defend?â He heard the voice of the commentator ring out through the speakers. The whole crowd seemed to silence down as they watched the battle for first place, for the championship.
âLast lap, they can both see the checkered flag but who will cross it first?â Oscar held his breath. âVerstappen going wide ⌠but L/n leaves no space! She moves fast, she moves fast and SHE CROSSES THE FINISH LINE!â
Oscar winced as Hattie screamed into his ear, both of them hugging each other before running down with the rest of the team to greet you when you got out of the car.
You pulled yourself out from the car, your heart practically in your throat, vision blurry with tears brimming in the corners of your eyes. You pulled your helmet and balaclava off, each searching the crows until they landed on Oscar who was smiling at you.
Without as much as a second thought you ran up to him, throwing your arms around him and kissing him. He kissed you back, full of passion, and his arms stroked your back.
When you finally pulled away he had the biggest smile on his face, lifting his hand up to cup your cheek. âSo, about that championship win interview?â
You laughed, leaning your cheek into his hand. âItâs a date.â
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There is an AITA out there that I can't find but it's been haunting me for weeks with visions of semi-angsty Steddie that I need to release onto the world. (If anyone happens to know what I'm talking about hit me up and I'll link it)
Edit: @jazzathebunny found the original AITA from Reddit linked Here for anyone who wants to read it. ------
Modern AU, Eddie and the guys are a moderately successful local band in the Chicago area playing gigs on the weekends and doing small tours whenever they all have the time. Gareth and Jeff are both in college while Eddie and Freak are both working part-time at a game store. Eddie managed to lock down that assistant manager position that lets him work 30 hours a week with weekends off for gigs. All in all, it's a pretty sweet deal and they can't complain.
Eddie had sworn off dating after a small handful of disastrous relationship attempts in their first year in the city. He dismisses any advances from people who attend their shows and tries not to think about how much he wants to make a genuine connection with someone and have something real. He's been burned one too many times to try and make something with someone he met in a bar or at work.
He knows the guys talk about it behind his back sometimes, he catches Jeff and Gareth fervently whispering to each other and stopping when they catch him entering the room one time too many to not suspect they're talking about him and he can't think of anything else going on in his life that they would feel the need to whisper about.
The fervent conversations take a slight uptick one day and about a week and a half after they do, Gareth hits him up and tells him he wants to set Eddie up with a guy from one of his classes. At first, Eddie is skeptical and cites all the reasons why he doesn't want to try with anyone right now but eventually, Jeff jumps in to plea the case and Freak jumps in on top of that and under the combined weight of his best friends he agrees to meet up with this Steve guy.
The guys set up the whole thing and before Eddie knows it it's Saturday night and he's wearing his best black jeans and a gray button-down, untucked, to go on an honest to God blind date like his life is some low-budget romcom.
Steve is not at all what Eddie thought he would be. Not the kind of guy he thought his friends would pick out for him given they know he usually goes for other alternatives like himself. Steve, who is shyly waving him over and getting out of his seat to great him, is the very epitome of prep. Well-fitted polo, light blue chinos, and what Eddie assumes this guy thinks are casual loafers. He's handsome to be sure, a 12/10 at least with perfect hair and defined biceps but Eddie is fairly sure he's being punked.
But, Eddie doesn't want to be rude so he goes to meet Steve at the table, confirming just in case that he's actually here to meet with a guy named Eddie. Steve gives him a bit of a confused look, saying that Gareth showed him a couple pictures of Eddie before he agreed to meet and figured he'd done the same for Eddie off Steve's Instagram. Gareth had, in fact, not done anything of the sort but they both dismiss it and get on with their date.
In all honesty, Eddie is expecting it to be a complete wash, but it turns out that even if Steve is not at all what Eddie would have previously said what his type, Steve is damn near perfect. He's funny, kind, a little bitchy, and even though he proves himself to be every bit the sports nerd he looks like he doesn't turn his nose up at Eddie's own much more classically nerdy interests. By the end of the date, Eddie has a new type and that type is Steve Harrington. He's quick to lock down a second date for the next weekend which Steve happily agrees to. They exchange numbers and Steve gives Eddie a chaste kiss on the cheek that has him floating all the way home.
Steve texted him that next morning letting him now he had a great time and is really looking forward to their next date and Eddie thinks this might be the start of something big for him. When he gets to practice he's clearly still floating on cloud nine and in his own little world designing their marriage invitations and matching tombstones so he doesn't notice the sly grins on his bandmates' faces.
"So...how'd it go last night? Everything you dreamed it would be?" Gareth asks, a strange glint in his eyes that Eddie doesn't clock.
Eddie goes on and on about how nice Steve was and how he might be The One, thanking Gareth profusely. Freak looks pleased for him, giving him a hard pat on the shoulder in congratulations but when Eddie finally tunes back into the real world he's greeted by Gareth's livid expression and Jeff's overly concerned one.
He asks the guys what the fuck is up and it turns out that Gareth and Jeff set this whole thing up as a prank of sorts. Eddie was never supposed to hit it off with Steve who Gareth selected specifically because he's a "totally brain-dead prep" and as far away as someone could get from Eddie's previous relationships. He was supposed to be someone Eddie could go on a date with and not form a connection with without getting completely burned at the end like all his previous relationships in the hopes of getting him out of his slump.
Jeff was in on it as well. He wanted to get Eddie back out there, so when Gareth presented the plan he sat in on a couple of Gareth's general credit business class sessions to help pick the guy out.
After Jeff and Gareth finish explaining he does a complete 180 and just...leaves. In any other situation, he would be raging and verbally tearing his friends a new asshole but instead, he completely disengages and walks out the garage door, ignoring his friends' shouts to come back.
He goes back home, socked and hurt and so very confused about how the hell he found himself in this position when his phone lights up.
New Message: Steve H.
Fuck.
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Part two coming soon??? Maybe???? We'll see.
#is this something?#idk#It's so clear in my head but it hasn't been flowing correctly#so here's this instead#steddie#fanfiction#steve harrington#corroded coffic#eddie munson#stranger things#dreamer speaks
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all you've got to do is want something and then let yourself have it - r.c
pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe)
this is a combination of a few requests: "hella see jj instantly jumping into uncle jay mode when autumn comes (...) Â + "she's just so small against rafe and it's halloween where jj and monica and milo come stop by, and she's just so srunchy in her halloween onesie" + "the thought of baby cameron's first holiday being halloween! + thinking of jj having the most random nicknames for autumn that even rafes like what did u just call my daughter (...).
it was halloweenârafeâs first as a dadâand his baby girl, autumn, was just about a month old. his chest swelled with pride every time he looked at herâher little hands, those big blue eyes that still seemed so new to the world.
he'd never understood how people could fall in love so quickly with something so small. but now, looking down at her cute face, he couldnât help but be consumed by it.
tonight wasnât just another halloweenâit was autumn's first.
rafe was determined to make it special. he'd even set up a few decorations in the living room, hoping to at least start the tradition early. not that she could enjoy it yet, but someday she would.
he heard the familiar chime of a text, swiping open his phone, he grinned at the picture youâd sent to the group chat. there was his baby girl, strapped in her car seat, snug as a bug, with her tiny fists curled up against the pumpkin onesie she was drowning in.
found her a decent costume, guess whoâs about to come home! read your message.
he couldnât stop himself from smiling as he replied, i bet sheâs ready to see her daddy.
another message popped up from jj, his voice coming through as if he were already in full-on uncle jay mode. he hadnât even seen the baby for more than a couple minutes, but he was all about claiming his spot in the family.
aw, my sweet little chipmunk must be so excited to see me!
âchipmunk?â rafe mumbled to himself, brows pulling together as he shook his head. that idiot had a nickname for autumn every week since she was born, and every week, they seemed to get more random.
he could picture it nowâjj walking in and immediately stealing the kid from his arms, calling her some out-of-nowhere name.
just as he pocketed his phone, he heard the front door swing open.
there you were, his pretty wife with that tired-but-radiant look in your eyes that made him weak in the knees every time, and there was his little girl, her chubby cheeks smushed against the car seat strap, already half-asleep.
âhey, troublemaker,â he whispered to his daughter as he scooped her up, her onesie crinkling as she wiggled and blinked up at him.
rafe had never felt so big as he did when holding her; her whole body fit in his arms like she was meant to be there. the doorbell interrupted their little moment, and rafe smiled to himself.
right on time.
he opened the door to see jj, monica, and miloâthe familiar, chaotic crew.
jj was already leaning in for autumn, hands outstretched like she was his to claim. he rushed over, grinning like a kid whoâd just won the jackpot. âohhh, chipmunkâs home!â
âalright, alright, hold on,â rafe grumbled, stepping back. he shook his head, giving jj a warning glance. âdude, sheâs barely awake. can you let her at least stay asleep for five minutes?â
âeh, five minutes is all she needs,â jj smirked, taking her from rafeâs arms with ease. âmonica always says sheâs got my personalityâjust sleeps through everything.â
monica rolled her eyes. âi never said that. donât put words in my mouth.â
âcome on, rafey, princess fussy butt just needs her uncle.â he shot rafe a wink, then immediately started babbling nonsense to the baby, who blinked at him with that open-mouth stare, like she was trying to understand why everyone thought this dude was so funny.
"what did you just call my daughter?" rafe raised a brow. âprincess fussy butt? really, dude?â
maybank just laughed. âbetter than âchipmunk'.â
milo, meanwhile, was tugging at your sleeve, showing you the skeleton costume heâd been wearing all day, rattling off about the latest candy haul he was plotting.
monica glanced over, shaking her head. âif you start with that nickname, sheâs going to think itâs her real name by the time sheâs two.â
âgood,â jj smirked. âsheâll be ready to take on the world by then.â
rafe chuckled, glancing back at his baby, her scrunchy little self bundled in her onesie, eyes already half-shut.
âlook at her,â he nodded towards jj, while you rested your head against his bicep.
âitâs her first holiday,â you murmured.
âyeah, and sheâs got maniac jj, aunt monica, and the skeleton over there to keep it interesting,â he joked, watching milo comparing candy bars with jj in what looked like a serious negotiation.
he was still cradling autumn, making faces at her and talking to her in a voice that was a little too high-pitched for anyone but a baby. rafe watched from the couch now, his arms wrapped around you as you sat beside him, both of you listening to the holiday mess around you.
âhey, i swear, if she calls him âuncle jayâ before she can even say âmamaâ or âdada,â iâm gonna fucking' lose it,â rafe muttered under his breath to you, nudging your side.
you chuckled, lifting your gaze to meet his. âas long as she doesnât call him âprincess fussy butt,â i think weâre good.â
first holidays were a big deal, but it was more than that.
this halloween was his first as a dad, and it felt like his whole life had changed in the best possible way. you two were building memories now, the kind that would last for years, traditions that he could carry with him and pass down.
milo, now done with his fifth round of candy negotiations with jj, walked over to you two, shaking his head in frustration as he planted himself right beside the couch.
âseriously, you gotta get him to shut up,â he complained, eyeing the blonde as he bounced autumn in his arms, making strange sounds in an attempt to get her to smile, and failing miserably.
rafe snickered, his arm still around you as he pulled you in closer. âwhat did i tell you, kid? maybank's gotta be himself. we canât tame him.â
milo raised an eyebrow, then glanced at you, trying to change the subject. âso, can we continue the candy haul now, orâŚ?â
you grinned, happy to let him off the hook. âyouâve been thinking about candy for the last hour, havenât you?â
milo nodded vigorously. âwell, yeah, but only because jayâs been ignoring me. iâm on a mission. i need your professional opinion on my stash.â
you shot a glance at rafe, who was trying to hide his amusement. âlooks like miloâs ready to be your candy mentor,â you teased.
he shrugged. âi donât know, man. i mightâve been planning to steal some of his stash later.â he winked at milo, who, despite being ten, was wise enough to know when they were messing around.
âi need your help to make sure i got the best stuff this year. itâs a whole strategic thing, okay?â he leaned in close, as if he were about to reveal some secret mission. âthe candyâs gotta be in prime condition.â
you raised an eyebrow. âso, youâve got it all laid out?â
âoh, you bet,â milo said, reaching for the plastic pumpkin bucket beside him. he held it up with a dramatic flourish, as if he were presenting treasure. âoperation candy haul is a success.â
rafe nodded, âwhat do you need from us?â
milo went into full-on candy expert mode. âokay, hereâs the rundown. first, weâve got your classicsâsnickers, m&ms, twix. but then thereâs the premium sectionâreeseâs, kit-kats, and my personal favorite, the milky ways.â he paused, looking at you seriously. âyou have got to help me sort this. we need an unbiased opinion.â
you tried not to chuckle at his intensity. âyouâre taking this a little seriously for someone whoâs only ten.â
âwell, iâm not ten anymore,â he said matter-of-factly. âiâm, like, ten and a half now. thatâs practically a teenager.â
âiâll give you that,â rafe said with a grin, as you smothered a laugh. âso whatâs next on your list, teenager milo?â
âfor the final test, youâve gotta rank the ones that have the most chocolate-to-nougat ratio. iâll leave that to you.â milo said, clearly trusting rafeâs opinion on these serious matters.
âyouâve got it,â rafe replied, pretending to think deeply. âthe most chocolate-to-nougat ratio⌠now thatâs a crucial step. canât mess with the classics, kid.â
âexactly!â milo nodded, looking up at you. âwe need to do a double-check of his candy haul. make sure the ratios are balanced.â
you pretended to ponder it, peeking at the candy bucket with exaggerated seriousness. âokay, youâve convinced me. iâm in.â
you turned to rafe, who was already pulling a few pieces of candy from the pile, ready to play along. jj, still holding autumn, caught wind of what was happening and walked over with a dramatic sigh.
âwhatâs going on here? i hear talk of candy, and i need in.â
âtoo late,â milo said, grinning at him like heâd won a major victory. âiâm running this operation now.â
jj, not one to be outdone, threw a playful scowl at him. âwhen did you start talking back?â
as you and rafe dove into the candy sorting, a tiny whimper broke the festive ambience. everyone paused, glancing over to where jj was still cradling autumn and her face had gone from sleepy to fussy in seconds, her lips wobbling as her eyes squeezed shut.
âoh no, no, no...â jj muttered, bouncing her a little too enthusiastically, trying to avoid the inevitable meltdown. âcome on, chipmunk, weâre just getting started hereâdonât bail on me now.â
her hands clenched, and then came the wailâa high-pitched, all-out baby cry that instantly turned heads, her tiny face was scrunched, cheeks red, and her lungs proving just how powerful they were for someone so small.
âoh, jj,â you sighed, moving to take her, but rafe was already up, a smile spreading across his face as he reached for her.
âalright, alright, timeâs up,â rafe said, easing her from jjâs arms. he held her close, gently rocking her, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her tiny back. âhey, sweet girl,â he murmured softly, his voice dropping into that warm, gentle tone reserved just for her. âshh, itâs okay.â
as if by magic, her cries began to ease, her little body relaxing against rafe as she blinked up at him, still sniffling but calming with each second. she reached a tiny hand up, clutching onto his sweater.
jj put his hands on his hips, letting out an exaggerated sigh. âsee that? kid wonât cry for anyone else. i think iâm losing my charm.â
rafe smirked, not looking up from his daughter, âtold you, maybank. you gotta have the touch.â
you leaned into him as he sat back down, resting your chin on his shoulder as you watched her settle, her wide eyes blinking up at you both, taking in the world from the safe haven of her dadâs arms.
the blonde grinned, putting a hand on his heart in mock sadness. âwell, fine then. guess sheâs got her favorites.â
monica elbowed him, rolling her eyes, âthey made her, you idiot.â
âew.â he gave you and rafe a teasing side-eye, earning a good-natured smack from your sister.
autumn, oblivious to all the drama, had already snuggled back into her dadâs chest, letting out a sleepy sigh. rafeâs face softened as he looked down at her, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her back.
halloween had never felt more complete, and as you looked at your husband holding your daughter, you knew it wouldnât be the last.
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Could you give us some more about gem in the au? I love all the stuff about this au
very funny to me how i said "oh im not gonna do anything else for this au" and here we are now...
first of all, have a doodle. it felt unfair that all the other characters have refs bit gem doesn't, so here she is now
gem is not "officially" part of the crew, she doesn't really like cave exploring unless it's like, a big open cave close to the surface. anything more complex than that and she's out. but she does love her caves obsessed friends, so she usually ends up being the one to drive them to the sight, and often stays outside in case of emergency.
on the night pearl and tango died she was doing exactly that, chilling outside in their van waiting for them to return. who knew that everything would end this way...
gem is... interesting to think about. because she lost two very dear people to her, but she wasn't actually there to see with her own eyes. and after etho tells her about what happened down there... it's not that she doesn't believe him, etho's changed appearance being proof, but its certainly hard to grasp. and she just has to accept it as a fact.
and then she also has to take care of etho, who is injured and so deeply affected by everything that happened that she probably feels a little bad for not being able to fully understand what he's going through. she's also grieving and she's in a lot of pain from loss too, but she has to put it to the side to be there for her mess of a brother.
i dont think she blames him, not consciously at least. she probably doesn't think etho is lying, or that he killed them on purpose and is now pretending. she knew him her whole life, this is not something etho would do. but it's still difficult. for both of them it's very difficult.
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I maintain that Loki never was going to betray Thor. He genuinely had no desire or plan to-
Until the elevator scene, and when Thor went on his spiel of "this place is chaotic, lawless, savage- brother, you're gonna do great here", and insisting that "maybe there's still good in you".... while Loki has spent the last hour risking life and limb to betray an all-powerful being just to help Thor...
That when Loki said "I'm probably better off staying here", he was hoping for Thor to give some form of protest. "No, it's not safe" or "I need you to help me on ĂsgarĂ°". Loki needs to be needed, he always has. And I think he's at a point where he needs Thor to admit that he needs Loki, specifically, and really always has.
And not only does Thor NOT do that, but he gives some bullshit droning lecture (very much like Odin would have done) about all the times Loki "screwed up" (like that time he was brainwashed by Thanos, or locked away in a cell, or faked his death and promptly ensured ĂsgarĂ° stayed safe and peaceful while Thor gallivanted across the realms), and is far too pleased with himself for pushing Loki away.
Loki's "yeah" is not triumphant or even accepting- it's fucking SAD. Thor has the same self-satisfied grin and attitude he's always had, and clearly isn't thinking ahead more than 30 seconds- because if he did, he'd realize that Loki staying on Sakaar after betraying the Grandmaster, helping Thor escape, and killing many guards, only has one possible ending- death or torture for Loki.
Thor proves he still doesn't think ahead, refuses to admit he needs Loki.... and then suggests "Get Help".
Loki says no. He tells Thor flat out that he hates it, it's humiliating, he's not doing it. He says no and refuses consent every way he can think of-
And Thor does not care. He bulldozes over his brother, and decides that he has a right to use his brother's body however he likes, to humiliate him and hurt him and find that funny, and there's nothing Loki can do about it.
...and I think that is when Loki decides to "betray" him. Because Thor has just proven in six different ways that he hasn't grown at all. He's not more strategic, he doesn't have empathy or compassion, and he's the same brash idiot who swings first and asks questions never. And Loki hopes that maybe he can somehow talk his way out of this with the Grandmaster (or more likely, find a different ship and get out of this wretched place while the guards are busy arresting Thor).
Thor betrayed Loki first, and I will die on that hill.
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kiss kiss kissing game - kinich
you and kinich play a little kissing game. no biggie, right?
pairing: kinich x gn!reader
warnings: none! just pure fluff <3
a/n: so not only is it pocky day, it is also me and kinich's birthday + i had apt by rosĂŠ and bruno mars on loop!!!!! so i wrote this dedicated to my new obsession and birthday twin. i hope you guys enjoy <3333
âKinich, would you like to play?âÂ
Your smile was truly saccharine, possibly more sugar-sweet than the chocolate glaze that covered the thin stick you waved in front of his face, and it made Kinichâs heart skip a beat.Â
He was too caught up in staring at you to answer at first. He stared at how your eyes danced with such pretty whimsy, how your face glowed like a star in the grass before him, forever bright and burning, the setting sun behind your back dousing you in a golden radiance that sent him silently spinning, much like the world on its axis.
Staring at your lips, still stained with fruit juice, glistening red as if youâve been passionately kissed. Would you like to be kissed?
âKinich?â You tilt your head to the side, brows furrowed in such an innocent way that he feels his heart racing again, making him feel like he was standing on the needle-point edge of a mountaintop, ready to fall into the embrace of something greater.
Kinich could only hope his face didnât betray the emotions creating a storm within him, lest he be blown away. âI heard you. Play what?â
You smile even wider, even brighter, even lovelier. âThe pocky game!âÂ
âŚwhat?
âWhat.â
You laugh, mirth shimmering in the air around you like a veil spun from the fabric of your joy, and Pryo Archon above, how he wanted to lose himself in you - in the bell chime of your laughter, in the light that sang from your very being.
âItâs a game, like the ones you compete in here in Natlan.â You glance up at him beneath the butterfly wings of your lashes, a little dream unfolding before Kinichâs eyes. â...but without, yâknow, the maiming. Or the potential death.â
Kinich couldnât help but feel his lips quirk up slightly at your cheekiness. You always seem to make him smile, even without meaning to.Â
âThatâs a shame. I was looking forward to being resurrected again actually.â
You roll your eyes. âVeeeery funny. Anyway, this game is simple and silly, and it may not be as adrenaline-inducing as bungee jumping or the like but I think weâll both find it fun. And I figuredâŚâ
Suddenly, your smile becomes soft and Kinich doesnât know what heâd do if you kept looking at him like that, with your pretty eyes crinkling with a tenderness that stoked a blaze hotter than Turnfire within him.Â
â...I figured since it's your birthday too, we could do something silly, I guess. Together.â
You were still smiling, but there was an undercurrent of vulnerability in your voice, swelling like a tide. You just wanted to make him happy. You just wanted him to be carefree and unburdened as you were, even if was for one day, and how could he possibly turn you away when you looked at him like that, pure glitter in your eyes?
It was as easy as plunging head-first off the edge of a cliff.
âWhatever game you want me to play,â Kinich said softly, âIâll play it. Just for you.â
You lit up, a dazzling flame of happiness made from Kinichâs dreams.Â
âOkay so,â you begin to explain, âI put one end of the pocky in my mouth, and the other end goes in yours.â
You press the chocolate-covered end of the pocky stick against his lips, and his lips parted to allow the treat entry. The sugar of it rested plainly on his tongue.
You laugh a little as you eye how stoic he looked still. If only you knew how he felt on the inside.Â
âTo play, we have to start eating our ends. Whoever mouth lets go of the pocky first, loses. OrâŚâ
And this is when you begin to blush a little, and Kinich relished in the way your cheeks pinked like the clouds rolling overhead, so sweet and beautiful. âOr we both get to the middle and kiss, making it a tie. But itâs not a big deal or anything!â
Kissing you, with your cheeks so flushed and your lips looking so petal-soft. That was certainly a challenge worth more than its weight in gold. And a challenge he wouldn't back away from.
And for the rest of the day, and beyond that, with chocolate and satisfaction still melting on his tongue, nothing couldâve compared to how sweet you tasted, how soft your lips were against his, plump as a daisy, just as addictive as the fruit juice coloring your mouth painting his own like smeared lipstick. A kiss kiss kiss here and there until he had you laid out on the grass, saccharine and sugar sweet all for him.
tags: @houseofsolisoccasum
#â â writing#kinich#kinich x reader#kinich x you#kinich x y/n#x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin fanfic#genshin imagines#genshin x you#genshin x reader#genshin impact fluff#x gn reader#genshin oneshots#genshin impact x you#genshin fanfiction#genshin impact imagines#genshin headcanons#genshin kinich
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Give up
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader
Summary: Once again you've found an excuse to invite your neighbor over, except for once you might be able to make him look past your age difference and have a little fun.
Warnings: big ass unspecified age gap, Jackson!Joel is a softie and he's nervous and he's not so very sure about this bc of how old he is + he's out of practice. smut| oral (m and f receiving) and swallowing you know what. sub!Joel vibez all around
This wasn't anything new.
The fact that he was coming over wasn't at all surprising to either of you.
You always found a way to be around him, and no matter how he ignored your every attempt at flirting- he never said no.
It had taken all of two minutes.
You'd knocked on his door, your best little skirt and tight little top on, and faked a pout as you told him:
"There's something wrong with the shower again Mr. Miller"
To his defense, Joel really tried not to stare at your ass as you walked right in front of him to guide him to your house, but that fucking skirt seemed more of a joke than anything.
You both knew there was nothing wrong with your shower, the switch that granted the hot water had just mysteriously turned itself off once again.
This had been going on for months now, since he first arrived in Jackson... since you knocked at his door that one chilly morning to introduce yourself to your new neighbor-
All it took was one look, and you were hooked.
He was gonna be yours.
"there- 's hot" he nodded, shutting the water off once he'd made sure it worked properly again, before drying his hands on his pants.
"thank you so much Joel" you smiled wider than necessary "What can I do to thank you?"
And no, you didn't even try to make your words not sound dirty, quite the opposite actually.
He cleared his throat, his eyes breaking from yours in a nervous shift.
You always did that- had this annoying effect on him.
"'s nothing darlin'" he shook his head, "didn't even take five minutes"
"Still- I feel like I owe you," you said, biting down a smirk
Shitshitshit
"How 'bout some cake?" you suggested just as he was about to have a stroke.
"sounds good"
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"'s real good darlin'"
"thank you" you smiled happily, watching him clear his plate in under a minute
Yeah... you were a great baker, what can I say
"you want another slice?"
"You spoil me sugar," he laughed, patting his belly "I can't"
"alright" You couldn't help but softly laugh as you placed his plate in the sink.
You caught him looking away just as you turned around, which made you smile to yourself, a smile that only widened when you noticed the chocolate on the corner of his mouth.
"Oh Joel"
"Mh?"
You sat beside him at the table, your legs brushing against one another as you leaned closer.
"You've got something... right here"
You swiped the chocolate off with your pointer finger, making a show of popping it into your mouth to clean it.
His eyes remained transfixed on you as your tongue licked your digit clean until you were finally done with a loud pop.
"Jesus"
"What?" you smirked, knowing exactly what  "that gave you some ideas?"
"babygirl-" he stopped you immediately, shaking his head
"Oh c'mon Joel" you pouted, your hand going to rest on his forearm "What's a girl gotta do to get you to give up?"
He blinked, looking at you intently and nervously altogether.
"Why do ya even care about an old man like me sweetie?"
You couldn't help but laugh "Have you ever looked in a mirror, Joel?"
You swore you saw pink flood his cheeks- the man was blushing.
"Plus you're kind... and funny when you want to.... and you make me feel-" you bit your lip, trying to find the right word "safe... you make me feel safe"
He scratched his beard, but you couldn't help but notice he hadn't used the arm your hand was still on.
"'m sure there's boys here that are funnier and kinder and make you feel even safer babygirl" he spoke gently "Pretty sure most of them are prayin' you give 'em a chance actually"
You hummed, raising a brow
"but what if I don't want them?"
"You want an old man instead?" he huffed out a self-deprecating laugh.
You rolled your eyes "How old even are you?"
"old enough to be your father darlin'"
God, maybe there was something wrong with you, but those words only made your need for him burn harder.
"so?"
"so I ain't even supposed to look your way babygirl- it ain't right"
"But why?" you pouted "Shouldn't I get to have a say in what's right and wrong for me?"
He sighed, not really knowing what to answer to that.
"What if I don't care?" you spoke softly, your pointer finger on his chest, circling his pec "What if I like you, Joel? what if I wanted to show you just how much right now?"
"sweetheart" he started, shaking his head
"You'd stop me?"
And there it was, the pause... your way in.
"Joel?" you called for him, your voice sickly sweet "Would you?"
He couldn't do anything but tell the truth when you were looking at him like that.
"I don't think any man in his right mind could or would ever stop you darlin'"
Satisfaction took over your whole body.
"no?" you teased, grinning like a cat "Not even if he's old enough to be my father?"
He sighed, what looked like resignation in his eyes.
"I'm just a man sweetheart"
And that- that got him the biggest smirk ever known to man.
There was no sound, it was like the word got quiet as you stood up, placed your hands on his thighs, and slowly kneeled between his legs.
He didn't know what to do, he was genuinely frozen, torn between guilt and attraction, the need to let go, to finally do this- that his brain was short-circuiting.
You took advantage of his silence, making quick work of his zipper, and pulling down his boxers just enough to free his cock...
All your speculations got proven right there- he was huge.
"oh wow," you bit down a grin as you watched your fingers struggle to wrap around his whole base.
You gave him a tentative squeeze, and the strained groan rumbling from his chest was just about the hottest thing you'd ever heard.
"y-you- f-fuck"
You stopped him before he could start protesting, your tongue sliding slowly on his tip before leaving a little kiss right on top.
"You're so big" you hummed, your tongue licking him up from base to head, feeling every vein and twitch of his member.
He was looking down at you just as you looked at him, and he seemed... mesmerized, like he couldn't believe this was really happening, that this wasn't another one of the dreams he'd get about you at night, and that it was really your lips wrapping around him.
Goddamnit
You had barely a little more than his tip in your mouth and he was already gone- and I mean gone gone.
He couldn't even remember why he'd spent so long ignoring your not-so-subtle hints-
Just a minute ago he wanted to tell you that no, you don't gotta do that, and ask you sure about this? - But now... now all he could do was throw his head back as he realized that his lack of practice these past few years had really gotten to him, and that he already had to grab at the chair beneath him with all his strength as he tried not to come embarrassingly fast.
You hummed around his cock, and he couldn't stop his hips from thrusting upwards, a small choking sound fleeing your throat.
"goddamnit, 'm sorry baby-"
But the moment he looked down at you, he saw everything but anger... you seemed happy- you were begging him to do it again with your eyes.
But he couldn't, and part of you already knew that.
He shook his head slowly, still trying to think as straight as he could given the situation, but while he was busy with that... you settled for the next best thing... you forced his manhood down your throat all on your own.
The groan he let out was damn near feral.
You couldn't actually get all of it down there, it was the biggest dick you'd ever seen in your life after all, but you swore that with a little bit of practice (that he'd hopefully grant you), you'd get there.
Still, he didn't really seem bothered or in any way disappointed by your inability.
It was an indescribable feeling seeing this tough, rugged man shiver with pleasure before you, his eyes shut and knuckles white with the effort of gripping onto something.
"I- fuck"
He didn't even know what he wanted to say, he just... it felt so fucking good
Your head was back on bobbing up and down his length, and what used to be groans had turned to moans coming out of his mouth.
"Y-you've gotta-" he swallowed, his sentence interrupted by the feeling of your fingers playing with his balls.
"Y-you've got t-" to stop
But you were choking on his girth again
"I-'m gonna-" come
You watched him struggle with his words, his breathing, and his self-control with what would have been a huge smirk on your face if your mouth hadn't been so preoccupied.
You knew he was about to come already, it really wasn't hard to understand,
You also knew that if you stopped now there was a chance you'd get to do more later- but really, this was something too perfect to leave halfway done, and besides... you feared that if you went with your initial plan of straddling his lap and riding the man to heaven, you'd leave him traumatized.
So you didn't stop, you kept massaging his balls as you worked his dick in and out your mouth, ever so often forcing him as deep as you could and choking while drool and saliva dripped down your chin.
"J-Jesus, sweetheart- I-"
All his words came out in rugged breaths, barely coherent- his eyes were back on you, shadows of lust and need darkening his iris as his right hand went to your cheek, a gesture almost too sweet considering what you were doing.
"F-fuck"
And that was it.
He groaned so loud you probably could hear him from outside the house as he reached his climax, rope after rope of his come filling your mouth and throat.
Joel Miller had come in your mouth... and it couldn't have been any more perfect.
You didn't take your eyes off him for one second. You greedily swallowed all his spent as he breathed heavily, eyes still closed.
His dick was softening in your hand as you pulled his boxers back on top of it, a little wave of disappointment washing over your gut.
It's ok, I'll see it again soon
Just as you were plotting exactly how you were gonna get in his pants in the future, his voice startled you
"I-I don't know what to say"
A soft smile pulled at your lips
"You don't have to say anything" you reassured him as you sat back on your chair, your eyes inevitably falling back to where his boxers peeked from the unfasted fly.
"now- I won't keep you hostage any longer, 'm sure you have important stuff to do back at your house"
The frowns on his forehead deepened as his eyebrows came together in confusion.
"What?"
Now you were confused.
"I'm just saying- thank you for... this" You bit down a smile "You know how long I've been wanting it- and you can bet your ass we're doing it and more, again and again, and again" his eyes widened an almost imperceptible amount and you had to stifle a laugh "but... I'm letting you free for tonight"
He took his time to say something.
Silence wrapped around you for a good minute before he was able to mumble something.
"sweetheart-" he cleared his throat to try and clear his thoughts "I-I dunno how you're used to... bein' treated, but this ain't over"
A spark of excitement ignited in your belly
He couldn't mean...
"unless you want it to be, of course"
Oh my
"I definitely don't want it to be" you hastily spoke, almost breathless "but I would like to know what you... mean"
I mean, not to be prejudiced, but you very much doubted he could get it up again so quickly given his... well, age.
He cleared his throat again and you finally realized it was just a nervous tic and he didn't actually feel the need to.
"You should be on a bed" he avoided your question
You couldn't help but smile as you got up
"Such a gentleman"
"that's the last word that comes to mind right now" was all he grumbled
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"sit"
that's all he said, and now there you were, sitting on your bed as he looked at you with a mix of lust and uncertainty.
Until he finally did it- he crouched between your legs.
He cleared his throat again, and you felt on the urge of cumbusting.
he was gonna eat you out
You'd only ever done this once, and even then you had to basically beg the guy, just for him to be god-awful at it.
Somehow you had a feeling Joel wasn't gonna be bad at all.
"You sure about this, yeah?"
You fought the urge to roll your eyes.
He could probably ask you to put it up your ass and you'd say yes.
"Yes Joel, I'm 100% positive"
He gave you a little nod, and his hands- his big, strong hands- went to your thighs.
You watched him as if he'd disappear at any moment as he slowly- oh so very slowly- took your skirt off.
He swallowed tightly as his eyes fell on your clothed cunt.
If you didn't know any better you would have guessed he was holding his breath as he got rid of your panties.
"Jesus Christ"
I shouldn't be doing this- I really shouldn't be fucking doing this.
She's not even half my age- she's a kid for god's sake- I'm fucking disgustin-
Every single thought in his mind turned to dust the moment you spread your legs- the moment your wet, drenched, pussy came fully into view.
"Y-you-"
he didn't even remember what he wanted to say- and he didn't remember when his thumb had decided to find your folds, but it had.
He heard a whimper leave your mouth and he felt his cock twitch in his pants, hardening again.
It usually took him a whole fucking hour to get hard again
He looked up at you, and you looked hotter than ever before.
Your cheeks were flushed, your bottom lip was between your teeth, and you looked so... perfect.
"I haven't done this in a- while"
As he spoke those words he hoped you'd think he only meant this... as if you'd actually care about how he hadn't gotten laid in years.
"'s ok Joel" you nodded, smiling encouragingly.
He swallowed again, his gaze slowly lowering.
He couldn't believe you were this wet for him- a pretty thing like you.
His thumb moved, gently sliding up and up and up, until he found your clit, earning another little moan.
Fuck
He circled the little bud, and your cries got a little higher and he swore- he swore going to hell was worth it, worth this.
He had to taste you- fuck, he'd been dreaming about the taste of you since he first saw you- So with all the carefulness in the word, he bent down, his lips finding your soft thighs.
He could see your belly inflate and deflate with your exited breaths as he kissed his way closer and closer to your heat, until he was right there, and he couldn't help but leave a kiss on your mound, on the hair covering it so very nicely.
"Joel-" your voice was strangled "please"
If it had been twenty years ago he would have said something cocky like "'s ok baby, it's coming", his whole demeanor would have been very different too. He used to be in charge in the bedroom, always- he used to feel smug and sure of himself, but now... now he was old and out of practice, and he was... he was nervous.
But all it took was to look up at you, at those beautiful pleading eyes, to find the courage.
You wanted this. You wanted him.
And you tasted better than he could have ever fucking imagined.
A deep, feral groan rumbled in his chest as his tongue passed between your folds, as he gathered all your slickness on his taste buds, all that sweet sweet juice that felt like fucking heaven.
Yeah, now I remember why I used to love this so much
You were moaning like a desperate little thing above him, your thighs squeezing his face as your feet clung to his torso.
And he was gripping the outside of your legs, keeping you as close to him as humanly possible, his face as deep in your core as it would go.
His nose was rubbing against your clit in a way that made you see stars, and he was still lapping, not focusing on anywhere in particular, just aimlessly and desperately feeding off of you.
"Oh my god Joel-" you gasped as two of his fingers found their way inside of you.
His movements were slow, he didn't wanna hurt you, and he wanted to find what made you feel good, which is why he kept exploring until his digits curled up into that sweet cushy part of you, and he felt you squeeze him as you threw your head back.
"f-fuck!"
Your left hand had traveled to his locks, gripping them tightly as your hips frantically moved against his face to try and seek more.
His mouth was focusing only on your clit now, thoroughly sucking on it- and just when you thought this couldn't get any better, that this was the most pleasure you'd ever experienced and there was no way he would be able to top this- another one of his big, thick fingers pushed into you.
The cry you let out was something Joel would be thinking of until he was six feet under.
Three of his fingers were so much more than what you were used to.
"J-Joel" you whimpered actual tears staining your vision as you looked down at him "Oh my fucking g-god Joel"
Your gut had been right. He was really fucking good at this
He was watching you, studying every little face you made as the squelching of his fingers moving inside of you filled the room together with your moans.
"I-I'm coming"
You could barely finish the sentence that the world went bright, and the purest pleasure you'd ever felt erupted in your body with a million different blasts.
For a whole minute, you were in another universe- and Joel eagerly enjoyed the show, not stopping his movements for even a fraction of a second.
You feared the moment you opened your eyes you'd wake up in your bed after yet another dream about this man- and yet he was still here, looking up at you with only adoration in his eyes.
He couldn't help but steal another little kiss on your core before he leaned away.
"well... wow" you smiled like an idiot, your breathing still a little labored "You know what you're doing Mr. Miller"
He didn't say anything, but you saw pink flush his cheeks again as he let your legs go, robbing you of his touch.
You would have been disappointed if it wasn't for the fact he was very clearly having trouble not having his gaze fall down to your heat.
You smiled to yourself as you accepted the skirt he quietly handed you.
Seeing you standing before him with it on when he knew you were bare and wet underneath made Joel's brain freeze for a moment, but that was of course, until you stood on your tiptoes, and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"thank you for this Joel"
Your voice was so sweet it sounded angelic to his ears- but the sweetness was replaced by something very different very quickly.
As you stood back down to your normal height, your body, being flushed against Joel's, came in contact with something that very much piqued your interest.
he was hard- very fucking hard
"no babygirl"
he was already shaking his head, crushing all your dreams
"but-"
"I can't" his tone was firm, although you could still hear restraint behind his words, like it was costing him a lot to say no.
"It feels to me like you very much can" you rebutted, smirking softly.
"I- it ain't right"
Oh my god
It took a lot not to roll your eyes "I thought we were past that whole thing" you said, cocking an eyebrow "Do I need to remind you what you were doing just a minute ago?"
"that's different"
"How?"
"it just is"
"what if I beg you Joel?" you purred, your best doe eyes looking up at him "What if I told you about how much I'd like to feel your cock inside of me? How desperate I am for it, Joel- how much I need it"
He was gonna go home and punch himself in the face for what he was about to say.
But it was true, he couldn't. It wasn't right- he needed... to think about it at least
"darlin'" he spoke softly "I can't... not right now"
there it is
The smirk that pulled at your lips was the most mischievous thing in the world.
"right now" you repeated his words, biting your lip as you played with the hem of his flannel "I can live with that- but Joel...don't even think this is over"
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Insufferable duo (established relationship with Azriel, an afternoon with the IC, pairing together to tease Cassian)
The afternoon sunlight poured through the large windows of the House of Wind, casting a golden glow over the room as the Inner Circle gathered for a rare, peaceful moment together. It had been a long time since everyone could relax like thisâno crises, no wars, no missions. Just laughter, conversation, and a chance to unwind. You were curled up beside Azriel on one of the plush couches, his arm draped casually over your shoulders, while Feyre, Rhysand, and Mor were scattered around the room, chatting easily.
And then there was Cassian. Loud, larger-than-life, and completely unsuspecting.
It had started innocently enough. Cassian had been boastingâagainâabout his latest training victory over a group of younger Illyrians, recounting the way heâd completely demolished them in a sparring match. He puffed out his chest, grinning like a fool, while Azriel sat quietly beside you, his lips twitching with barely-contained amusement.
You nudged Azrielâs leg with your knee, giving him a mischievous look that he immediately mirrored. There was a certain kind of unspoken language between the two of you, a silent understanding that could only come from years of knowing each otherâs rhythms and moods. And right now? You were both thinking the same thing.
Cassian was way too easy to mess with.
âSo, Cassian,â you started innocently, leaning forward in your seat. âLet me get this straight. Youâre telling us you took down all the Illyriansâby yourself? Without any help?â
Cassian grinned wider, his wings giving a little satisfied twitch. âThatâs exactly what Iâm telling you. They didnât stand a chance.â
You shot Azriel a quick look, and he smirked, already catching on to where this was going. âThatâs funny,â Azriel drawled, his voice calm but laced with mock seriousness. âBecause if I recall, didnât you trip over your own feet during the last training session? Ended up face-first in the mud.â
Cassian shot him a glare, but it was half-hearted. âThat was one time.â
âOne time?â you chimed in, feigning surprise. âBecause I could have sworn I saw you do it twice. Wasnât it twice, Az?â
Azriel nodded solemnly, playing along. âDefinitely twice.â
Cassian crossed his arms, his lips twitching as if he were trying not to laugh. âI didnât trip. The ground was uneven.â
You snorted, raising an eyebrow. âUh-huh. Sure it was.â
At that, Rhysand chimed in from across the room, a lazy grin on his face as he leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the show. âI think I remember seeing that too. Wasnât there a really big splash when he fell? Feyre, do you remember?â
Feyre bit her lip to keep from laughing, nodding in agreement. âThere was definitely a splash.â
Cassian threw up his hands. âAlright, alright! I didnât tripâokay, maybe I did, but it was a fluke. That doesnât change the fact that I still wiped the floor with those Illyrians. Which is more than I can say for Az over there, hiding in the shadows as usual.â
Azriel just gave Cassian a slow, dangerous smileâthe kind that always sent a chill down your spine, but you knew this one was purely playful. âHiding in the shadows gets the job done,â he said smoothly. âI donât need to throw myself face-first into the dirt to prove anything.â
You couldnât hold back the laugh that bubbled up, leaning into Azrielâs side. âYeah, Iâm pretty sure Az never ends up face-down in the mud. Unlike someone.â
Cassian groaned, throwing his head back against the couch. âYou two are insufferable.â
You and Azriel exchanged a glance, both of you biting back grins. That one wordâinsufferableâwas the green light for both of you to push it just a little further. With Cassian, that was always the fun part.
âInsufferable?â you repeated, feigning offense as you placed a hand over your heart. âCass, Iâm hurt. Weâre just pointing out some... facts.â
Azriel leaned in closer to you, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, âHeâs really making this too easy.â
You stifled a giggle, leaning into the warmth of his body. âI know. Itâs like he wants us to mess with him.â
Cassian narrowed his eyes, sensing the conspiracy between you two. âWhat are you whispering about? Donât think I canât hear you.â
Azriel shrugged, completely unfazed. âJust discussing how itâs a miracle you can still call yourself a General Commander, considering how often you manage to embarrass yourself in front of all the Illyrians.â
Cassian let out an exaggerated huff, standing up from the couch and dramatically stretching his wings. âYou know what? I donât have to sit here and take this abuse. Iâm leaving.â He pointed at you and Azriel, trying to hold onto his glare but failing miserably as the corners of his mouth twitched. âYou two are worse together than a pair of drunk faelings. Iâm going to find someone who appreciates me.â
You leaned back into Azrielâs chest, wrapping your arms around your knees as you grinned up at Cassian. âGood luck with that.â
Cassian was halfway to the door when Mor chimed in from across the room, her voice sweet and innocent. âCassian, donât forget to watch your step. We wouldnât want you to trip again.â
You couldnât hold it back anymoreâyou burst out laughing, clutching your stomach as Cassian turned, a deeply betrayed look on his face. "YOU TOO, Mor?!â
She just winked at him, clearly loving every second of it.
Cassian shook his head, dramatically sighing as he looked between you and Azriel. âI hope you two are proud of yourselves,â he said, backing toward the door. âYouâre absolute menaces.â
Azriel didnât even bother hiding his smile as he squeezed your shoulder, his voice laced with dry amusement. âWe are.â
Cassian groaned again, turning to leave, but before he could exit, Azriel called out in a mock-serious tone, âCareful on those steps outside, Cassian. Wouldnât want you to take another tumble.â
The entire room erupted in laughter, and Cassianâs voice came faintly from the hallway as he shouted, âI hate you all!â
You turned to Azriel, unable to wipe the grin from your face. âWe really are insufferable.â
Azrielâs gaze softened, his smile tugging at his lips as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. âMaybe. But only with you.â
You sighed happily, snuggling deeper into his side. âLucky for you, I love it.â
âLucky for me,â Azriel murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm. âI love it too.â
And so the teasing, the laughter, and the warmth of the afternoon continued, the bond between you and Azriel only deepening as you basked in the shared joy of simply being togetherâwith the added bonus of getting to torment Cassian along the way.
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ëí¤ - Empty classroomâs -> N.KI
Synopsis -> Sex, sex in school bathroom, Jelousy, over 18! Sex without protection, daddy kink, dirty talk.
Paring -> BadBoyBf!Niki x SoftieGfFem!Reader
Synopsis -> Heâs jealous of another boy talking to his girl.
You were talking to one of your male classmates, Leehan, you guys were talking about the project that your science teacher set that was due in two weeks.
It was about doing some research and writing an essay. Lucky for you, you got a nerd to work with so it would be more easier.
As you were talking, you felt a tap on your shoulder as you turned you saw that it was your boyfriend, Niki. Niki was a bad-boy, well that what people call him as heâs either in trouble or causing fights with someone.
He glared at Leehan then at you, âWhy are you talking to him..?â He asks the obvious jealousy shown on his face.
You looked him in the eyes, âWe were just talking about a science project we have to do..â you said, trying to explain to him why you were talking and walking with leehan in the first place.
He took your hand and pulled you behind him. He then looked at leehan.. âI donât want to see you ever talk to my girlfriend again.. you hear me..?â
Leehan pushed up his glasses, âWell then how are me and Y/n supposed to get the project done..?â
âI donât know and I donât care..â Niki said rolling his eyes and walking off, dragging you into an empty classroom.
You gulped, you knew how niki could get when he was being jealous.
He pinned you against the wall as he stared into your eyes, âYou got anything to say about what happened back there..?â He asked, gritting his teeth.
You spoke up, âW-well Iââ but before you could finish, Niki kissed you.
You hummed into the kiss, you felt as his tongue entered your mouth and started to explode it. Which made you whimper and go weak in the knees.
The kiss broke as you pulled back for air, gasping as you feel his lips kissing your neck.
He left wet kisses before stopping and giving you a Hickey on the right side on your neck. âAh.. N-niki w-wait..!â You tired to stop him, but it was too late.
He already was gonna mark you, showing everyone that youâre his and only his.
You let out a whimper, your neck leaning back to give him more space. You had your eyes closed as you tried to concentrate on the pleasure he was giving you.
He groaned, moving his head from your neck to look down at you. As you guys locked eyes he moved his hands to your sides. âYou mine and only mine.. got that sweetie?â
He gripped your waist causing you to whimper. He leaned back in and kissed you, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he moved one on his hands between your legs.
Causing you to let out a small moan, âHmm you like that, huh?â He chuckled as he continued to rub up and down your wet folds through your underwear.
He continued to rub your cunt as he whispered dirty talk into your ears, âHmm just getting all worked up over my fingers baby..â
You felt as his fingers started to pump in and out of your cunt, âHmm my babyâs hole is tight.. no matter how much times I fuck you..huh..? I wonder if you really take me..â
âH-hmpf.. fuck.. niki..â you moaned as he chuckled as you state before pulling away his hand from inside you.
âNuh huh, weâre not done yet..â he turned you around and held your hips, âI know you can take it..â You look behind you to see him unzipping his jeans and pulling out his huge girthy dick.
You gulped, well youâve taken him funny before but he was always big. He then lifted your skirt and moved your panties to the side, he then rubbed his tip all over your folds to gather all your slick to use as lube.
You whined, âImpatient are we now?..â he stopped the teasing and he alined the tip of his cock to your hole.
âHmm now gonna get what you want princess..â he mumbled as he slowly pushed inside you.
âA-ah fuck..â Your brows frowned as you had your mouth in an âoâ shape.
He started pounding into your tight little cunt as you whimpered about it âbeing too bigâ and that âIts making you feel so fullâ.
He pulled up your top and let your tits hang out as her massaged them and praised them for how âthey perfectly fitted his handsâ and that he âloved your perky pink breastsâ.
He grunted, âhmm so you like that? Huh? You like my big fucking cock pounding deep into your tight little pussy eh?â He muttered as he continued to thrust into you.
â..yes..ahmm..â
âYes.. who?â He took your arms and held them behind your back as he pounded into you.
âYe.. yes.. daddy..â You whimpered as you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the edge.
âHaa.. fuck.. whoâs pussy does this belong to?...â her groaned as he picked up his pace.
âAll.. ah hunggg Yours..daddy haa all yours~â you couldnât even think straight. All that could be heard was your moans and his grunts.
âI-im.. hmpff close d-.. daddy..â you whimpered as you started to clench around him.
âHmm cum for me baby⌠Iâm close too.. daddyâs close...â His thrusts came sloppy indicating that he was close to cuming as well as you are.
After a few more thrusts you felt his seed fill you up, âOh shit iâm cumin, Iâm cumin..â He grunted as he held you close.
âOh.. niki.. iân f-fxck..â You also came all over his cock, so as he pulled out of you. Your and his cum dripped out of your aching hole as you held onto the wall for support.
He pulled your underwear back then let down your skirt, he pulled back your shirt down and fixed you up. As if he didnât just take you here in one of the empty classrooms.
He then tucked away his cock before zipping back up his trousers and putting back on his belt.
Niki then kissed your cheek before walking out and leaving you there in the empty classroom all by yourself.
Your legs shaking and now you fulled with his cum.
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Franco Colapinto x Fem!Reader, Lando Norris x Fem!Reader, Franco Colapinto x Lando Norris
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The world only saw Lando Norris, the quick-witted Formula 1 driver. They didnât know about the side of him I knewâwarm, caring, fiercely protective. Our relationship had been a secret for almost a year, something we wanted to keep safe from the prying eyes of the public and the pressures of the racing world. But I never expected someone to test the strength of our hidden romance as Franco Colapinto did.
The paddock was buzzing after Williams announced that Franco would be replacing Logan Sargeant. Franco had a boyish charm, that easygoing confidence that made him instantly likable. I was happy to see him get his shot in Formula 1, and I had no reason to think heâd be anything other than friendly. But from day one, he turned his attention to me in a way that was impossible to ignore. At first, I brushed it off as him trying to make an impression, especially as he didnât know about Lando and me. But as his flirtation intensified, it became harder to ignoreâand harder for Lando to tolerate.
One afternoon, I was in the paddock waiting for Lando to finish a debrief when Franco walked over, wearing his Williams team shirt and a lazy, almost arrogant grin.
âY/N,â he greeted, giving me a once-over that felt more invasive than flattering. âYou look stunning today. I bet you bring good luck to whoever youâre with.â
I laughed politely, shifting uncomfortably. âThank you, Franco.â
He leaned in, lowering his voice. âI mean it. Iâve noticed you around, and letâs just say⌠Iâm determined to make sure I see a lot more of you. Maybe a date after the race?â
I tried to play it off with a polite smile, but it felt slimy. âI donât think thatâs a good idea.â
He laughed, not at all deterred. âWhy not? Iâve got plenty to offer, Y/N.â
The unsettling feeling in my stomach grew as Franco took a step closer, his eyes raking over me. I had a sinking feeling he wasnât used to hearing the word âno.â
I was relieved when Lando finally emerged from his meeting. He took one look at Franco standing so close to me, and his whole expression changed. His jaw clenched, eyes darkening, and he strode over, positioning himself protectively between Franco and me.
âIs there a problem here?â Lando asked, voice tense.
Francoâs smile only widened as he shrugged. âNo problem at all, mate. Just getting to know Y/N a bit better. Canât blame a guy for being interested in a beautiful girl.â
Landoâs hand tightened around my waist, his jaw ticking with restrained anger. âMaybe you should focus on your driving, Franco. Y/Nâs not interested.â
Franco gave him a dismissive look, his smirk unwavering. âThatâs funny, Norris. Just because you say sheâs not interested doesnât mean itâs true. I think she deserves to make her own choice.â
I could practically feel the fury radiating off Lando as he squared up to Franco, not bothering to hide his protectiveness anymore. âBack off, Colapinto. Iâm only going to say this once.â
Franco laughed, clearly amused. âTouchy, arenât we? I didnât know she was already spoken for. But tell me, Norris⌠are you sure youâre giving her everything she needs? Because Iâm willing to bet I could do better.â
Landoâs fists balled at his sides, and it took every ounce of restraint I had to pull him away before things got physical. âLando, itâs not worth it. Letâs go,â I said softly, trying to defuse the tension.
Reluctantly, he let me guide him away, though I could feel his entire body still wound tight with anger. Once we were alone in his driverâs room, he paced back and forth, struggling to calm down.
âWho does he think he is, talking to you like that?â Lando muttered, his voice sharp with frustration. âHeâs just a rookie. No one even knows his name, and he thinks he can just⌠just take you from me?â
I moved closer, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. âLando, he doesnât know about us. Thatâs why heâs acting this way. Just ignore him. Heâll get over it.â
But Lando shook his head, his expression hard. âI donât care. I donât care if he knows or not. I donât want him near you.â
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Race day arrived, and Lando seemed more tense than usual. Even as he prepared to get into the car, his eyes kept flicking over to me, as if making sure I was out of Francoâs reach. I tried to stay out of sight to avoid more confrontation, but Franco didnât make it easy. Just before the race started, he found me in the garage, that same smirk on his face as he strode over.
âYou know, Iâm still serious about that date, Y/N,â he said smoothly, grabbing my hand before I could pull it away. He brought it to his lips, holding my gaze in a way that felt more like a challenge than a gesture of admiration. âImagine the life we could have together. You donât have to settle for second place.â
âFranco,â I said firmly, pulling my hand back. âIâm not interested.â
But he only chuckled. âThatâs not the vibe Iâm getting.â
Before I could respond, Lando caught sight of the scene from across the garage. His eyes blazed with fury as he marched over, grabbing Franco by the shoulder and yanking him back.
âI warned you, Franco,â Lando growled, his voice low and dangerous. âStay. Away. From. Her.â
Franco just laughed, clearly reveling in Landoâs anger. âCalm down, Norris. Youâre making a scene. What, scared of a little competition?â
âCompetition?â Landoâs voice dropped even lower, almost a whisper. âIâll show you competition.â
With that, he turned on his heel, stalking off toward his car without another word. I knew he was furious, but I couldnât shake the feeling that this wasnât the end of it.
The race was brutal. Lando drove with a relentless aggression I hadnât seen before, overtaking at every opportunity, refusing to yield an inch of space. When he finally closed in to lap Franco, I held my breath, watching as he drew dangerously close, almost forcing Franco off the track. Then, in a split second, Francoâs car veered off-course, spinning out and crashing into the barriers. The gasps around me were drowned out by the sound of metal grinding against concrete.
The cameras caught every second of it, but I knew immediately: it hadnât been an accident. Lando had pushed him, and Francoâs car was totaled. Word quickly spread that Franco had injured his wrist, an injury that would keep him off the track for weeks.
When I finally found Lando after the race, I couldnât hold back any longer. âLando, tell me you didnât do that on purpose.â
He looked at me, eyes still blazing with the same anger Iâd seen earlier. âHe was asking for it, Y/N. I warned him. He wouldnât leave you alone, and then he had the nerve to say he could treat you better? I wasnât going to stand for that.â
I stared at him, torn between anger and an unsettling sense of pride. âBut Lando⌠you couldâve seriously hurt him.â
He pulled me close, his expression softening just slightly. âIâd do anything to protect you, Y/N. I canât stand the thought of anyone else thinking they have a claim on you. I wonât let anyone take you from me.â
My heart softened, even though I knew heâd crossed a line. âLando, you canât justââ
But before I could finish, he kissed me, right there in the open, in front of cameras and crew. Our secret was no longer hidden; he was making it known to everyone, Franco included, that I was his.
As the days passed, Landoâs apology came in small gesturesâa handwritten note slipped into my bag, flowers on my doorstep, a quiet apology over dinner. He promised me heâd try to control his temper, and slowly, I forgave him. Because, in the end, there was no denying that heâd done it out of love, fierce and unyielding, a love I couldnât resist.
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A little treat, from the other side of the glass!
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Steph and Jason stand there in silence after the natural disaster that they just witnessed dipped like bats out of hell.
Steph's mouth is dry, and she feels deprived of a hunt she only just started.
"So, did you hire her because you guys match?" Steph finally says, after watching Jason moon after his new boytoy for a couple seconds to make herself feel better.
Not that Jason keeps boytoys, but really, he should. Danny can be his first.
"What?" Jason blinks at her in confusion, no doubt still suffering the effects of lovesickness. Ugh.
"Val." Steph clarifies, enunciating because she likes the way it sounds on her tongue, "y'know, yay high, hot as sin, hair likeâ" she twirls a finger towards her own bangs, signifying the two starkly white dreads the other woman had framing her face.
Jason scoffs. "No, she's good. Knows her shit." Jason gives her a look. "I wouldn't hire someone who couldn't do the job."
"Figured," Steph placates, picking up a random nut on the table "She work the weekdays?"
She doesn't know who she's kidding. They both know Steph's panting after Jaybird's new mechanic like a dog eyeing a particularly tasty looking bone.
Two minutes ago, she watched Val suplex Danny in picture perfect 4K, and lost control of her own goddamn mouth.
"Gods, I wish that were me." Steph had said then, out loud.
Thankfully, Jason was too preoccupied watching a basically shirtless Danny pinning Val to the ground and saying "Satan, I wish that were me." to really make fun of her for it.
But Steph's not stupid, and for all the violence and muscle Jason's made up of, that doesn't mean he's stupid either. Or deaf.
They both heard the other, and are pointedly not talking about it.
Who the hell says "Satan" instead of "Gods" anyway? Jason literally worships the ground Wonder Woman struts on, and she's basically a God. Goddess. Whatever.
Power positions shouldn't be gendered. It's all the same.
"She works when she works." Jason finally says, not at all fooled by her innocent demeanor. It hasn't worked for years. Not since she was still dating Tim, but it won't stop her from trying.
She gives up.
"Come on Jaybird, you saw her!" Steph immediately whines.
"I did. And I am not letting my very talented, very valued employee fall into the clutches of a harpy!" Jason throws his hands up, strolling back to her car to get it sorted. He's no doubt under the impression that the faster he fixes it, the sooner she'll leave.
They both know it's a lost hope.
"I am not a harpy," Steph sniffs, ignoring Jason's responding scoff, "And I just wanna get to know her, is all."
"Know like what, her three sizes and what she looks like on a bed?â Jason snarks.
She kicks him in the side. âFirst of all, crude. What would Alfie say?â
Jason pointedly ignores her, but sheâs used to that treatment from him. âPlus, itâs not like youâre any better!âÂ
Jason stands up abruptly to glare at Steph. âYou met Val today. Iâve met Danny a handful of times this week and yeah, I like what I see,â Steph feels a triumphant glee take over her, but Jason shuts her up by pointing a greasy hand at her threateningly, âbut I like how he's funny and smart more.â
Steph lets that percolate for a moment, trying to keep a straight face, before a shit-eating grin takes over her face. âAnd it doesnât hurt that pretty boy can throw down.âÂ
Jason rolls his eyes, but he canât fool Steph. She sees his get a little red as he turns back to sink into the hood of her car. âHe made that bike, yâknow.âÂ
That surprises her. âHe did? By himself??â
âHis friend Tucker tricked it out with himâDanny can code, but his friendâs a certified genius apparently.â Steph feels warmth flood over her as Jason continues to talk about Danny, about the handful of things the two men have talked about during the scant moments Dannyâs there waiting to pick up Val. "We're only three years apart, and he's already got a lot goin' on for him."
"Hey, you got this place all on your own, without Bruce's help, and got back on your feet." Steph jabs a threatening finger at him, "You're barely legal to drink, and you have what, 6 employees?"
Jason sniffs, muttering something about college and pit madness. Steph rolls her eyes and promptly tells him where he can shove that kind of talk.
Namely: where the sun don't shine and Gotham smog don't go.
In truth, sheâs happy. Sheâs never seen Jason this relaxed about meeting someone new, though sheâs sure itâs not the first time. She and Jay have never been too close, despite the fact that he tolerates her more in casual hangouts than the rest of the bats and birds.Â
They trust each other with their lives, of course, but Steph wasnât exactly there when Red Hood first made his debut, and sheâs one of the few in the Batfam that didnât know Jason before.Â
Sometimes she thinks that the only reason he can tolerate her as much as he does. Can't make comparisons to a dead boy if you didn't know the dead boy, after all.
So she listens to him redirect the talk back to Danny, to the shop, and when Jason runs out of things to say they sit together in comfortable, familiar silence. The only noise being the city ambience and Jason tinkering around in the guts of her car.
Steph basks in it, breathing slow and deep, contemplative.
"So. Vigilantes?" Jason finally utters, Steph's eyes snapping open so she can point a finger at him frantically.
"Right!? Phantom?" She asks, watching as Jason turns toward her with a wrench from god knows where.
"Huntress?" Jason counters.
"Cujo????" Steph almost screeches.
There's another silence, as Jason and Steph stare at each other, confused beyond measure. It's the kind of pause that people who've just been through a baffling moment together can commiserate in, a moment that really takes one aback, rare for borne and bred Gothamites like Steph and Jason are.
"Tim?" Steph offers.
"Babs?" Jason pleads.
A long moment, and Steph nods, pulling out her phone.
She pretends not to notice Jason's shoulders slumping in relief as he turns back to her carâprobably thinking he's just dodged a bullet on brotherly nosiness. Tim might be able to lie to Batman's face, but he's still a sucker for Dick Grayson's pouty whines.
Jokes on him, last she heard Dick is hanging out with Babs today, so he'll find out anyway.
The second she presses send, she belatedly remembers that she's also probably going to be subjected to the nosy.
Gods damn it all.
Mechanic!Val AU, but make it gay and sapphic.
ya'll can thank the HH discord for this one. Specifically the menace known as @clockwayswrites (and @impyssadobsessions for the art that inspired the damn thing)
Dead on Main and with some future Val/Steph >)
also @belfry-ghost did a doodle for this AU and everyone should go love on his art. Val's so unf.
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Valâs pretty sure her new boss Jay is actually a crime lord.
Sheâs pretty sure heâs The Crime Lord, actually. Sheâs like, 98% sure she works for Red Hood now, and sheâs low key mad about it. She squints at the man now, with his white streak and almost imperceptible green sheen to his eyes.Â
The problem is that Val did perceive it. Because she used to date a guy whose baby blue eyes changed ever so slightly in the same way. Thinking about Danny makes her even madder.
To be clear, sheâs not mad about Red Hood himself.Â
Sheâs just mad that, of all the mechanic shops in all of Crime Alley, she just had to work for her ex-boyfriendâs third place Hall Pass pick. It also makes her miss her friends way more, and Val is hardly what one would call a well-adjusted woman, so sheâs mad about it.
She huffs as she lifts the hood of the second car sheâs working on today. Being a mechanic wasnât really on the docket for Valâs life goals, nor was being in Gotham, but she got a full ticket ride on Wayne Foundation scholarships, and honestly?Â
Gotham is Amity Park Lite: Gargoyles and Furries Edition.Â
Between a full ride to Gotham U and being stuck at Elmerton Community College? The choice was easy.Â
So here she is, working for the resident Crime Lord in his civvies.Â
Jay pays good, teaches her what she needs to know, and bonus: he sometimes helps with her English Literature class. Heâs flexible on hours, and sheâs even got rudimentary insurance.Â
All in All? It could be worseâshe could still be working for Vlad, after all.Â
It's the little things.
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Found-Family headcanons for aÂł's coven of chaos, part 4: (because they all deserved more time with each other)
(warning: drinking)
(part 3, here) - (part 2, here) - (part 1, here)
Everyone loves to give SeĂąor Scratchy treats, even when Agatha insists they shouldn't.
SeĂąor Scratchy especially loves Billy, Lilia and Sharon. He does likes to cuddle everyone, though. Except Jen, who he's always trying to bite, (???) because he wouldn't be Agatha's familiar if he didn't.
One day Jen jokes that she will turn him into a purse if he rages against her againâand everyone defensively yells at her at the same time. âOkay! Okay! Jeez! I was joking!â
Sharon cuts fruit for everyone every time they hang out together and forces them to eat it before doing anything else.
Jen usually pays for everything. It's the price of her constantly bragging about her, âreal job.â
Agatha always teases her about it. One time, Lilia felt badâand so she âwent to the bathroomâ and payed for everyone herself.
Billy himself got his first bad alcohol experience at age seventeen at his first big teen party, which Eddie took him to.
He got very fucking wasted very quickly because turns out he's not great at holding his alcohol. Soâhe begged Eddie not to call his parents, because, âthey've bEeN through enOUGH I'M A HORRIBLE SON AND NOT EVEN reALLY THeirS--â
So, Eddie sighed and called Agatha to get him instead. And yes, your girl did drive ALL the way to Eastviewâand spent the whole night sleepless, sobering him up to save him from the hungover. She was just glaring at Rio all night long, telling her to go make coffee and no funny business, while holding his head over the toilet. She was surprisingly gentle and comforting during the experienceâbecause she does have her momentsâlike when Lilia had her traumatic hallucination in Jen's trial and Agatha gently went, âokay��� instead of mocking her. That's the vibe.
BUT he still got the scolding of his life the next day. The whole neighbourhood heard Agatha yelling.
During the argument Agatha yelled that, âI'm not your mother!â and he shot back, âI know that, do YOU know that??â Which caused her to avoid him for a few days.
Later, Rio told him how much it actually affected her and whyâand Billy felt really bad about it. On mother's day, he gave Agatha a gift basket of stuff he made himself, (with his bio-mom's help.) Agatha said it was tacky and unnecessaryâbut she actually teared up a bit. She opened the window and yelled at Wanda's abandoned lot to make an insensitive joke about how, âsuck it, Wanda, you rank last in the mom listââ as to not show too much vulnerability. But Billy is used to her by nowâand he knows that she appreciated it.
Alice always feels sad on mother's day. She visits her mother's grave site and tells her how bad her life is. This year, Billy went with her. And for thr first time, Alice only had goof things to tell her. About how she broke the curseâand she can finally do something with her life now. About how she got a new job, and a coven.
And, to cope, Alice got a gift for Lilia and one for Sharon. They may not be her actual mothersâbut she appreciates them both endlessly and their support means the world to her. She got them both protective crystals.
You know who ELSE got Sharon a gift??
Well, Sharon doesn't either. She just received an anonymous bouquet of Azaleas and she had no idea who sent it to her.
It was Agatha, but she'd die before admitting it. She's the last person you'd suspect, since she still calls her Mrs. Hart despite how triggering it is, or pretends she doesn't remember her existence at all. In reality, she's grown fond of the Westview residents despite her best efforts not to. She doesn't particularly respect them and she does view them as âlesser,â but she doesn't wish them harm. They did take care of her for three yearsâand the Agnes role does have bits and pieces of Agatha in it.
Billy finds out through Rio and accidentally tells Alice. Alice tells Jen, Jen tells Lilia, (because she's not about to hide Agatha's embarrassing secret.) and Lilia tells Sharon.
Sharon is surprised but also extremely moved, considering she doesn't have any living family. She wants to thank Agatha, so she gets the idea to throw her a surprise party. (Since she herself hasn't been to a party since Mr. Davis passed away and she really wants to attend one!!)
She gets help from the coven but also invites all the main Westview residents that we know and love. Rio proposes the idea of writing, 'Agnes of Westview' on the cake, to get back at Agatha for always calling them by their Wanda-branded names. Sharon doesn't want to, but everyone else finds it hilarious, so they do it.
Agatha pretends to be extremely annoyed.
She isn't. She just never expected this to happen to her. For people to want to be thereâand to see her as someone at least capable of goodâsomeone who deserves a second chance.
They eat and drink together, having a blast. Billy isn't allowed to drink, but Agatha sneaks him a glass. Just ONE glass. You know, to teach him responsibility, as if she's the queen of it. âIt's about knowing when to stop, teen.â âoh is it? tell us moreâ
Sharon is the opposite of a light-weight. She chugs down those shots like they're nothingâand if you ask her, she'll dismissively wave and say she's âlived a life.â Still, she doesn't seem to know her limits, and she gets carried away. At least she prepared some bomb ass charcuterie for everyone!!
Jen is a classy drinker, picky with her alcohol. She knows her limits and always drinks just enough to âmake the company tolerable,â since, âno sane person could ever find you idiots amusing without a few shots.â
Lilia becomes incredibly talkative when she drinks and she loses whatever filter she may have otherwise had. Not to say that usually she has too much of a filter, but drunk, she literally becomes Patti Lupone. Jen finds it endearing and listens intently, Alice finds it sort of amusing but also a bit shocking, Rio matches her freak and Agatha just finds it fucking terrifying.
You'd expect Rio to be wilding, but she already does that sober. No, instead, she becomes very clingy and very affectionateâjust whipped over Agatha. And she's kind of a light-weight too, which surprises everyone at first. It's because her real form is literally skeletal and her human form is probably maintained magicallyâso there's less actual real body mass to dilute the alcohol. So, death can tear through the fabric of reality, but metabolising alcohol is just too difficult.
Alice can hold her alcohol very well. She was once the definition of a teenage dirtbag, so she has experience in the field. Now she's pretty sensible. She's also the most clear-headed, even when she's drunk enough to stumble around.
Agatha herself is a slow drinker because she wants to make fun of everyone else for being less sober than her. She's developed a fair bit of tolerance over the years, but when it finally hits it really hits.
During a particularly rough case of drunkenness her and Jen sung karaoke together. Not during Agatha's party, though. Neither of them can quite recall the incident, or so they claim. Unfortunately for them, Alice recorded the whole thing. Rio made it her ringtone, as did Lilia.
Jen forces Lilia to get a skin-care routine. âDoll, I actively choose to look like this because I don't have the time or energy to maintain a youthful appearance. What makes you think I'll spend money on these products that capitaliSe in womeN's InsEcuriTiEsâI'm a divination fraud, you're a beauty guru fraud, we're both senior citizens, I don't care for thisââ
And Jen is like, âokay ouch but nO this is nOt what I've been selling. This is new. We're not talking about just a luxuryâthe skin is the largest organ of the body and is exposed to various environmental stressors like pollution, UV rays, and temperature changes, as well as internal factors like stress and diet. I'm giFting these products to you I mAde them in a cAuLdron.â
Lilia is so flabbergasted by the clarity of Jen's explanation that she agrees. However, she constantly forgets to actually apply it.
Fortunately, Jen never forgets. And Lilia is probably the only person that Jen tolerates to constantly give reminders to.
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would you be open to doing bf headcanons for hamzah? they could be sfw and nsfw or just sfw. love ur writing :). <3
BF Headcanons _âĄ
SFW
iâm a very opinionated person, so asking me about my hamzah headcanons is a FIELD DAY for me
Iâve always said this but I feel like hamzah (in the beginning of the relationship) is very shy? Not in the way of âignore any possible interaction between you and himâ but more of a âignores eye contact after a kissâ or âblushes when you call him a nickname for the first timeâ
He acts like he hates when you baby him but behind closed doors⌠BIGGEST BABY EVERRRR
It took him a while to hold your hand in public, not because he's embarrassed but again because he gets too flustered when you run your thumb up and down against the back of his hand,,, or when you play with his hands in general.
I MENTIONED THIS BEFORE IN FIC BUT HAMZAH IS AN EAR BLUSHER AND HE'S SO CUTE WAA
If you get on his lap and play with his hair while talking about random stuff, and you kiss him out of nowhere HEâLL SMILE THIS BIG SMILE AND COVER HIS EARS IM CRYINGGGGG HES SO CUTE
Speaking of kissing lololol
Hamzahâs kisses are SENSUAL, he takes his time and really makes sure you feel his love
Contrary to popular belief i feel like if youâre with hamzah for long enough his love language becomes physical touch
And i dont say that and mean ONLY kisses but hes such a cuddly person. HE NEEDS THAT TLC HES A BIG BOY
BUT. Big but! He is not the type of person to show affection publicly IM SORRYYY
Holding hands and hugging is fine but i think more intimate things heâd rather do in privateâŚ
Not because hes embarrassed as i said, he gets shy at other people perceiving that version of him especially since he isnât âactingâ or âjokingâ
Also he feels like only you deserve to see him like this hehehe
His love language is quality time. Like actually.
His head on your chest, playing stardew valley on his ipad. You watching TV or reading while playing with his curls.
Another form of this is that heâll ask you to be him and martins cameraman just to have you there with him
Or heâll ask if you want to try a new coffee shop that opened down the street
Heâs a man that likes to be around you 24/7
ALSO ALSO ALSO OMG OMG
HE WOULD SO FORCE YOU TO DO BACKGROUND VOCALS FOR SOME OF HIS MUSIC LIKE THE RAPPERS HE LIKES LMFAO
I dont wanna go on too long with this but one thing is for sure
Youâre his princess for REAL treats you like ROYALTY lol
If you guys get into an argument. Even if youâre wrong, he ends up apologizing
âI shouldnât have let it boil over to this anyway.â
10/10 boyfriend. Totally recommend.
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SISTA. I HAVE NEVER EVER THOUGHT IâD HAVE THE PLATFORM TO SHARE THESE THOUGHTS BUT I HAVE TO MAKE SURE YALL UNDERSTAND ONE THING!!!!
Hamzah is NAWT a boob or ass guy. HE LIKES BOTH EQUALLY. (He is secretly is ass-leaning tho LMFAO)
This is so funny but he totally is the type to smack your ass randomly when he walks by.
Do you get mad? Yes. Do you tell him to stop it? Yes. Does he stop? No. Do you secretly think it's kinda� WELL YESSS
TWO WORDS. Boob squeezer.
I think from what we can understand so far. is that Hamzah is the handsy man. HIS HANDS ALWAYS SOMEWHERE LOL
sex drive is for sure high. and when i say high⌠ITS HIGHHH
Contrary to popular belief AGAIN.
Hamzah doesnât partake in dirty talk much⌠not that he doesn't like itâhe just wouldnât in my opinion? It's not that he wouldnât talk at all, but he is more of a heavy breathing, whimpering, moaning guyâpretty much more noises than actual words
Though as i said, he would talk sometimes, especially if heâs feeling really good, or his stamina is lasting him longer than he thought⌠he starts getting a little cocky
On the topic of dirty talk, if he does talk, 99.9% of it would be praising, i don't see him enjoying degrading unless you ask him to.. but heâll be a little awkward about it LMFAOOO
Something like: âfuck, baby youâre taking me so good.â
(Unironically starts actually using good girl after a while of making it a joke btw)
Someone sent a request a few days ago and said âi feel like hamzah has a breeding kinkâ and why was i gagged?! NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT BUT YES, i feel like hes more into the thought filling u with *** then the thought of impregnating you if that makes any sense
Im talking too much⌠digital footprint go hard.
(A/N): this isnt proofread, i kinda braindumped but i had fun doing this!! Thank u anon for the request I HOPE U LOVE THIS CUTIE MWAAAAHH
#hamzahthefantastic#slushy noobz#hamzah fluff#hamzah x reader#hamzah x y/n#deerâs reqs!#hamzah smut#hamzah the fantastic
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