#its 2:45pm

[jen-with-a-pen]

I'm sorry IS HE DRUNK TEXTING ME??????

[transexualbutchfagdyke]

turns out, just living like a woodland creature and sleeping whenever I'm tired and waking up whenever I want will royally fuck up my sleep schedule. who knew!

[heyitslapis]

I ffeel sick.

[skyburger]

wanted to see what happened during pride month in ace attorney world and well. Happy pride phoenix wright 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[vampyrluver]

im un sure if i should sleep in tomorrow bc i have homework to do but i also have 3 events happening tmrw back to back..........decisions decisions

[satorena]

✮⋆˙ PUSSY FAIRY ON THE WAY !?

featuring. g. suguru x fem!reader

warnings. explicit content, mutual masturbation, lots of dirty talk, fwb!reader, phone sex, fingering, squirting, reader has a vagina and tattoos on her fingers.

rena’s note. based off the line “i touch myself just thinking about you” 🌬️

11:45pm: *2 photo attachments*

11:45pm: missin’ my pretty girl

it was almost painfully embarrassing how easily aroused two simple pictures could get you. it didn’t take much for your cotton panties beneath your oversized tee to get damp with slick, squeezing your thighs together to stimulate some sort of friction.

you stared for god knows how long at your phone screen, the bright light illuminating a mean and girthy dick you’re all too well accustomed to. its brown tip raging red and leaking pre come you’d familiarize yourself with. the bulging veins on the underside of his shaft peeked through sensitive skin, mimicking the veins on the owner’s hands and wrists.

simple details on the man, such as rings and bracelets and beauty marks and an oozing tip, had you licking the tip of your fingers before slipping them past your panties, meeting your bare pussy, flinching at the contact and chilly breeze of your bedroom.

“fuck,” you sighed, head thrown back into the pillow. you performed circles at your clit, teasing yourself with your light touches.

this was exactly how suguru had his way with you. he took his time—though he preferred using his tongue but that wasn’t exactly an option as of right now— by thumbing at your clit and watching you unravel and crumble at his touch.

you mimicked your thoughts, the attention at your bundle of nerves sending blissful shockwaves throughout your limbs. your thighs squeezed together from the pleasure, and you recalled that suguru would have forced them open and made you take it like the good girl you are.

your hole clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled with what couldn’t be provided at the moment. soft whines came out your throat while you ground your hips up, subconsciously chasing your own hand in need of more pressure.

so lost in yourself, your screen dimmed, noting it would soon shut off, before pinging once more at a newer notification.

11:49pm: left on read huh…

11:50pm: don’t tell me you’ve started without me mama?

you don’t even bother trying to reply, knowing he would ring up your line in a few. good, you could use his voice in your ears while getting off, after all— suguru had officially ruined you for anybody else.

as expected, your phone buzzed in your hand and you swiped the call eagerly, pressing it on speaker before resting it on your chest.

“suguuu,” you greet him, bottom lip stuck in between your teeth. your other hand goes to slip under your tee, and grasp at your bare chest, groping firmly at the tender mound.

“you kept me waiting,” he chuckles, though you notice it’s breathy, as if forcing it out. you hear shuffling, and he heaves out a sigh, “missed you, pretty.”

“mhmm, missed you more,” you intensify the pace on your clit, fuzzy sock-cladded toes curling from the building pleasure. “need you here, sugu,”

you mewl his name, the nickname rolling off your pink tongue and into your phone speaker. the neediness behind your tone had him groaning, cursing out a ‘fuck’ and suddenly the sound of fapping grew consistent.

“oh yeah?” he tries, tries, to come off cocky but he’s just as needy as you are. perhaps even more, as the hold on his cock tightens. “tell me more baby. what else?”

you figure it’s finally time to focus your attention on your folds, which had soaked up your cunt and sheets beneath you the minute he called. your index and middle finger graze at your lips, and you whine at the sensitivity.

“want you here,” you moan, rubbing figure eights at your your folds. you stimulate your cunt in a familiar pattern, the same way suguru always worked on you. “w-want your fingers deep in my pussy, fuckin’ me open and—hah, making a mess outta me—need it suguru!”

“shit baby,” he chuckles, though muffled, as you fail to notice he’s got the hem of his wife beater tucked in between his teeth. “want me to tell you what i’d do to you if we were together?”

“yes!” you beg, unashamed as your back arches off the surface of your bed. your limbs felt liquified and there was something about his voice that had your pussy glistening terribly.

“mm, well,” he begins, his thumb grazing over his slit as he pictured you doing a million times. “i’d start off with kisses at your thighs. y’love it whenever i bite, dont’cha? love it when i mark you as mine, hm?”

you nod your head, despite the fact he can’t see. “always sugu, feels so good!”

“and when i get sick of teasing myself, i’d push your panties to the side and kiss your pretty clit,” geto sighs, almost in a trance by his own words. they roll of his tongue so naturally, stomach clenching as he imagines the things he’d do to you if he was able to.

“kiss your pretty clit before playing with it. i know it drives you—fuck—crazy. yeah, it drives you crazy and you love to act like you hate being teased, but baby, your pussy tells me otherwise,”

he spoke so sinfully in your ears, soft voice being a major contrast to the intense words that left his mouth. it churned deep in your guts, sending butterflies with a mix of straight arousal.

“i do— fuckin’ love it—” you cut yourself off, the hand on your breast tweaking with the stiff bud, twisting and pinching at it.

“you fingering yourself yet?” he asks you, and you shake your head, humming a soft ‘uhn uhn’, he continues, upping the pace of his own jerking, “good girl—get your tatted fingers in f’me, wanna hear your pretty pussy speak to me.”

“o-okay” you comply to his order, easing the void of emptiness by sliding your middle and ring finger inside your clenching pussy.

you moan loudly at the intrusion, the stretch nothing close to suguru’s fingers, but still enough to satisfy you for the time being. you feel your soft walls clench around your digits, begging for more. at the wet squelch of your cunt, you hear geto chuckle through the phone, “there we go, my favorite language.”

“wish you were here sugu—hnng, need you here and—and takin’ care of me!” you voice out your thoughts, your fingers gradually picking up their pace and plowing in your insides.

“sugu’s being mean, isn’t he? ‘m sorry baby, for not doin’ my—shit—job,” geto apologizes, the sound of his lubricated cock being jerked resonating in the depths of your ear drums.

“match my rhythm, mama,” he instructs you to follow, and despite you being so deep in your own thoughts and moans, you focus on the faint sound of his fist chafing his dick.

and so, your fingers plunge in and out your wet core, pussy gushing slickness, just to please geto.

“that’s it—my good girl, mmh, always doin’ so perfect.”

his praises did wonders to your body, as you felt an oncoming orgasm approach. your gut heated and tightened into a familiar coil, and your thighs threatened to close in on your hands.

“sugu, baby, ‘m getting close!” you warn him, now roughly grabbing at your other boob that lacked attention.

“me too, pretty girl—me too,” he grunts, the pace of his jerking increasing greatly. he works up and down his length with two hands and purpose, breathing heavily and watching his abdomen contracting tightly.

“play with your clit,” suguru breathes out, a whine escaping his throat momentarily. you moan at the unexpected sound, and he continues, “please baby—play with your clit f’me”

he begged and fuck, you’d never felt yourself be so attracted to his voice the way you did right now.

“feels’good” you slur, drool pooling at the corner of your parted lips. you multitasked with toying at your puffy clit with scissoring your cave, the drag of your fingers and stimulation of your bundle of nerves opening the dam.

“cummin’ sugu—hnng, fuck, oh fuck!” you cry out, far too loud as you release on your hand. your juices spill and you drip down to the crack of your ass, down to the sheets, soaking up your panties and mattress.

you continue to fuck yourself as best as you could despite your body jerking at the sensitivity, thighs quaking and back arched off the bed.

“r-right behind ya princess—oh fuck y/n” you hear his voice break as he shoots his load onto himself, his pretty moans all in your ears. he sounded melodic, your name belonging on his tongue as it sends tingles all over your nerves.

after a few minutes, your high comes down, and you slowly pull your fingers out of your pussy, wincing at the contact. geto’s gone quiet, safe for the panting on the other side of the phone, most likely attempting to ground himself from his own orgasm.

you clench your thighs and jolt at the sensitivity. your skin felt clammy and sticky with your arousal, and your bedroom now smelled of your sex. you miss suguru’s scent, and how much differently your sheets would’ve smelt with him in it.

“taste yourself for me,” suguru speaks up, breathless.

you do as he says, bringing your fingers up and wrapping your plump lips around your digits. you moan softly, before giggling cutely when you hear the man groaning in desperation.

“quit makin’ me jealous,” he sighs, the words almost coming out like a whine. “nothin’ gets sweeter than your pussy, swear on everything.”

you can only think of a simple solution for his complaints. you shrug, popping your lips off your soaked hand, “pull up on me then.”

the line goes quiet for a bit, and you can practically hear the arrogant smirk on his face, which only makes your lips tug into a similar smile.

“your fine ass better be ready for me in ten.”

mind you this is a canon moment between me & him 🫦

[hxzbinwrites]

Idk if you do headcanons or one shots but either or will be fine:

Can I pretty please get a Vox x Emotionless! Reader?

Plot can be whatever you want but just to (hopefully) give some ideas… maybe Vox had no interest in Reader but then uh oh she smiled! Now Vox has a crush (°▽°)

But yeah lol thank you!! Have a good day!

Vox x Emotionless! Reader | Lovestruck Fool |

Warnings ⚠️: Cussing, Vox is a horrible boss

10:00am

(Y/n) walked into Vox’s office, holding an folder with today’s date and Vox’s name on it.

“Mr. Vox.” She said, her dead eyes watching her boss turn around in his excessively large chair.

“Hm, what is it (Y/n)?” He said, giving her a single glance before turning back to his monitors

“You have three meetings today sir. 1:00pm with Velvette in her portion of the tower. 2:30pm with Valentino in the main conference room, and someone scheduled a 4:00 with you, a Mr. Alastor? Called in today for an urgent meeting.”

Vox slammed his hands down on the desk, his face glitching in seething anger. “THAT PRICK!! CALL BACK AND TELL HIM I WILL NOT BE ATTENDING ANY SORT OF MEETING WITH HIM!!”

“He called from a public telephone sir, I can’t trace the caller ID.” (Y/n) said, clearly unfazed by his temper tantrum.

“DAMN IT!” He said, punching a smaller monitor on his right,”DONT YOU EVER LET HIM SCHEDULE ANOTHER MEETING WITH ME OR VOXTECH EVER AGAIN!!!”

Vox turned around, pointing one of his clawed fingers in your deadpanned face.

“Okay sir, is that all?”

“UGH!!” He said, clenching his fists to his side,”WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?? IM AN OVERLORD, I AM THE VOX, YOU SHOULD BE QUIVERING IN FEAR!! IM YELLING MY HEAD OFF AT YOU AND YOU CANT EVEN FORM AN EXPRESSION?? ARE YOU BRAINDEAD??”

(Y/n) slowly blinks, before looking down and rummaging through the folder she still held. “Ah, I almost forgot. Mr. Alastor requested his meeting also in the main conference room. If you need another reminder about your meetings today just call me-“

She was cut off once more by Vox, screaming and yelling, throwing things hazardously across the room. “JUST LEAVE.”

“Alright sir.” (Y/n) said, immediately turning away and walking towards the door.

————

4:45pm

(Y/n) was at her desk, taking calls and rearranging Vox’s schedule for tomorrow when her work phone buzzed.

“Hello? This is (Y/n) with Voxtech. How may I-“

“(Y/n). My office. Now.”

“Sir? This isn’t your work phone number? How can I be sure that this is-“

“MY OFFICE. NOW.”

(Y/n) could hear his voice glitching over the phone before she hung up, and briskly made her way to the door of his office.

She walked in to his Vox in his obnoxiously large chair, his hands covering his screen as he sighed in exhaustion.

“Ah, sir. You called me?”

“Yes (Y/n). I have installed safety features into your desk. Don’t except meetings from Alastor. If he comes in here, press the button under your monitor. He is NEVER allowed in this building.”

“Okay sir.” She said, making a note of that on her smartwatch,”Will that be all?”

“Can you get me a coffee…?”

“Right away sir.”

————

5:00pm

“Here’s your coffee sir.” (Y/n) said, setting it in his outreached hand.

“Thank you (Y/n)” He said, taking a single sip before doing a spit take. On one of the monitors around the city, it showed Velvette and Alastor chatting to one another.

“WHAT?!?” Vox yelled, being as “careful” as he usually is, his coffee flies into the air before landing on his shirt. He hissed in pain at the hit liquid, scrambling around before tripping on the various wires around his monitor setup (that was replaced after his previous temper tantrum) and landing on his ass.

Vox looked up in shock to see (Y/n) covering half of her mouth, revealing a smile. Tears brimmed her eyes as she tried to respectfully hold in her laughter.

Vox’s face felt red hot. Out of embarrassment and admiration. Why didn’t she smile more? Oh that smile, if she could remove her hand it would reveal its full glory. Let him soak it in. Her eyes filled with life and laughter. Has she always been this….beautiful? Yes, I think she has. She has indeed.

She let out a little snort before regaining her composure, before crouching down in front of him, taking the napkins provided with the coffee, and starting to wipe off as much of the liquid as possible. He felt her delicate hands rub across his chest. He hope she didn’t feel his erratic heartbeat.

He wanted this. He’s yearned for this and he didn’t even know it. Vox’s breathing became as erratic as his heartbeat, almost in sync. He felt sweat starting to drip, wether it be from the hot coffee adorning his now ruined shirt or from the stunning woman and her hands on his chest.

Trying to get as much as she could, (Y/n) scooted even closer, not realizing her hips were hovering right over his. Vox’s mind was running wild, his screen glitching and flicking between different error signals. His hands floating near the handles of her hips. Taking a gulp, he almost put his hands on her skin. Almost. He ended up just leaving his hands there, leaving a ghostly stabilization to the assistant who was cleaning him up like a toddler who spilt his apple juice.

(Y/n) looked up at Vox’s eyes, their eyes locking onto one another. A small smile could be faintly seen across her lips before it went back to its neutral state.

She helped him to his feet, her soft hands gently pulling on his clawed ones, slowly helping him to his feet. Handing him the remaining napkins. “I’ll schedule a trip to the dry cleaners. Does 3:45 tomorrow work well for you?”

Vox sat back down, his eyes wide in shock from what just happened. “Yeah, sure, whatever. I don’t care.”

“Alright sir, I’ll get that done, and then I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay…”

(Y/n) walked out, the door closing behind her. Leaving the room back in it’s inky black darkness, with the exception of the glowing monitors.

Vox looked at his reflection in the main monitor. He could see his goofy smile. His blush adorning his cheeks. His eyes lighting up like a child who knows no sin. He looked like what he was, a lovestruck fool. A lovestruck fool for his assistant.

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Word Count: 1006

(sorry it’s so short, i’m trying to get as many requests done as i can 😭)

[forzalando]

Seeing Someone

Lando Norris x friend!reader (female reader)

summary: Lando is finally ready to tell you how he feels when he overhears you say that you've started seeing someone - but overheard conversations aren't always what they seem. wc: 5.5k author's note: a few disclaimers: 1. let's all pretend that everyone has to spend a few weeks at MTC before the start of the season and they commute to/from London. 2. therapy and mental health help are so important - i purposefully left some things vague because people go to therapy for a variety of reasons and it should be normalized! i also didn't want things to get too heavy or potentially upset anyone by choosing to elaborate on something they relate to/hits a little too close to home. 3. this was inspired by a post i saw on my dash that said "when you said you were seeing someone i was hoping you meant a therapist". this originally started out more light-hearted, but the angst came out and i couldn't stop. feeling a little insecure about this one - thoughts and feelings in the comments/reblogs/my inbox would be so cherished and appreciated :) once again, special shoutout to @sof1shticated for being my beta reader. couldn't do this without you, Mel! warnings: mentions of reader going to therapy, mentions of reader drinking, a few curse words (i think), and angst! but there is a happy ending (even if it's a little open-ended)

Lando had searched the entirety of McLaren HQ at this point and started to worry – you were quite literally nowhere to be found. Usually, this wouldn’t phase him, since you were notorious for getting distracted or caught up in conversation with everyone you came across. You especially found ways to delay leaving MTC when you had to be there physically – the commute from HQ back to London each day was objectively the worst part of everyone coming together in the weeks leading up to each new season.

Today, however, the two of you had plans to get dinner at your favorite restaurant in London and you would never miss a chance to devour your favorite scallop risotto, cheese garlic bread, several glasses of wine, and a heaping mound of tiramisu for dessert.

He stopped speed-walking abruptly when he saw a familiar head of brown hair out of the corner of his eye.

“OSCAR,” Lando shouted, his speed-walk turning into a run. “Oscar, have you seen Y/N? She told me to meet at her office at 5:00pm but it’s 5:30pm and she is literally missing. She better have a good excuse, I hate being late.”

“Missing? Are you sure she’s not just caught up in a meeting? I saw her heading to Zak’s office around 4:45pm, did you check there?”

“Zak’s office, of course! The one place I didn’t check. Thanks, Osc, you’re the man.”

Oscar rolled his eyes – “Anytime, Lan. What are you running late for? Hot date?”

Lando didn’t miss the wiggle of Oscar’s eyebrows and slight smirk. It wasn’t a secret to the Australian that Lando had a crush on Y/N – although Lando had never confirmed or denied it, it was pretty obvious to anyone who spent more than 30 seconds around them.

“Ah, something like that,” Lando said nonchalantly, a bashful blush making its way to his cheeks.

“Good luck, mate!” Oscar threw a wave over his shoulder as he heard the retreating sound of Lando’s trainers smacking against the floor.

In truth, although you and Lando were just friends and Lando was terrified he may ruin that, he had plans to tell you about his feelings for you that night at dinner. It had been almost a year since you started working for McLaren, and almost a year of Lando pining after you in secret. He spent most days trying to convince himself he was content just being your friend, but he was determined to make 2024 his year. His first win, hopefully of many, maybe even WDC contender material, and finally plucking up the courage to be honest with you.

As Lando hurriedly approached Zak’s office, he could see that the door was slightly ajar and heard your voice trailing through the opening.

“I really appreciate you taking the time to talk to me, Zak. And a massive thank you for approving the time off on such late notice.”

“Anytime, Y/N, you know you’re like family to me and everyone here. You sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, I’m seeing someone. It’s still new so I’m not set on him yet but I have a really good feeling about it, I’m really starting to wish I had called him sooner. He actually suggested the days off, I’m seeing him on Tuesday and hopefully things continue to go well.”

Lando’s heart dropped to his stomach – all week he had been thinking about tonight. How to tell you, how you might react, how nervous he was, and each day he grew even more anxious. He was panicking – what was he supposed to do? How could he sit across from you all night knowing that he’d missed his chance?

“That’s so good to hear,” Zak said earnestly. “Keep me updated and enjoy your days off.”

Lando could hear chairs scraping and scrambled to leave the scene before you walked out of Zak’s office to find him eavesdropping. He got about 50 feet down the hallway before he heard your voice from behind.

“Lan,” you shouted. “I’m so sorry, I’m totally late but I had to meet with Zak about something and his last meeting went way over.”

You jogged a little to catch up to him – a bright smile on your face that made his heart rate skyrocket and his palms grow sweaty. He couldn’t see you feeling like this. Not tonight, not when he could barely keep himself from telling you that he would be a much better boyfriend than whoever you were dating.

“We still on for dinner? I grabbed everything I needed from my office before I met with Zak so if we leave right this second and ignore the speed limit, they may seat us,” you bumped his shoulder as you joked.

Unable to help himself, only thinking about how hurt he was even though you’d done nothing wrong, Lando blurted out an excuse. “Actually, I was trying to find you to tell you I can’t make it.”

He tried not to react when he saw your face fall a little, but he told himself it was because you were disappointed about the last-minute change in plans and not that he wasn’t going.

“You should still go though,” he offered quickly. “I’m sure you have someone you could take with you!”

Your eyes spotted Oscar across the hallway and you smiled slightly – it had been a while since you had spent time with him and you knew he was having a rough week.

“Yeah, I have someone in mind,” you mused, focusing your eyes back on Lando. “Is everything ok? Are you not feeling well?”

“No, I’m fine, I just forgot I have plans.”

“Well, we had plans. You scheduled over me?”

“It’s a last-minute thing. Date thing. Last-minute date thing.”

“Oh,” you gasped. “Oh, that’s great!” You plastered a fake smile on your face – hoping that he was just as oblivious now as he apparently is to your feelings. “I hope you have a great time, she’s a lucky girl! I’ll see you on Wednesday, I’m taking a couple days off!”

Before he had a chance to say anything else, you sped off in search of Oscar to bribe him to accompany you to dinner. While you set off across the room, Lando smacked himself in the forehead and groaned.

“Why did you tell her it was a date, you idiot,” he mumbled to himself. Now, it was his turn to speed walk through McLaren HQ, but if he had turned around just for a moment, he would have caught you stopped in your tracks staring at him longingly as he walked away.

You shook your head and sighed, continuing your quest to find the younger McLaren driver and rope him into an evening filled with good food and, if you were being honest with yourself, probably a few tears.

A few moments later, you spotted floppy brown hair bouncing as Oscar walked toward the employee parking lot.

“Oscar!” You yelled after him, increasing your pace to catch up to him.

“Hey,” he said, confusion evident on his face, “I thought you were going out with Lando?”

“He’s got a date,” you blurted. “He has a date and he canceled on me and it’s fine. I am fine. But I want my scallop risotto and tiramisu so you’re coming with me.”

“Sure, Y/N, lead the way.”

Oscar was, to put it extremely lightly, confused. Lando was completely enamored by you – anyone with eyes could see it. Oscar was wholly convinced that Lando was going to officially ask you out at dinner tonight, especially after the brief conversation they had while you were late to meet up with him.

Yet, here he was, sat across from you in a dimly lit room as you sipped on your third glass of wine and, with all the subtlety of a neon sign, wiped a tear from your lower lash line.

“It’s not that I’m not happy for him, I’m so happy for him. But canceling last minute is a dick move, right? It’s a dick move. I know I’m just his friend, sometimes I feel like just a colleague, but I’m not being dramatic, right?”

Oscar stared at you blankly – his eyes wide and a look of pure fear on his face. He considered himself good at most things, great at quite a few, but comforting a crying woman was bottom of the list of Oscar Piastri’s skills.

“It’s totally a dick move,” he nodded his head eagerly in agreement. “I just don’t get it – when I saw him earlier he was frantic trying to find you. I think he’d scoured the entirety of MTC, he was out of breath when I found him.”

“Well, at least he had the decency to find me and tell me in person that he planned on ditching me.”

“Yeah, but that’s just it, it didn’t seem like he was trying to find you to tell you that. He complained about being late and when I asked him if he had a hot date, he blushed.”

“He is literally on a hot date.”

“Ok, well, when I asked him I meant did he have a hot date specifically with you.”

You scoffed and set your glass down – as much as you loved Oscar and you knew he’d never judge you, if you had any more wine you’d end up sobbing and not just wiping stray tears away.

“As if! Lando has never once made a move on me even though I flirt, or at least try to flirt, with him any chance I get.”

“You flirt with Lando?”

“I made him a personalized Spotify playlist, had Stroopwafels overnighted to him from The Netherlands after Vegas, bought him a sweater for his birthday with a card that said ‘to match your eyes’, and I compliment him every time I see him.”

“That’s your idea of flirting?”

“Well, yes.”

“Y/N, that’s just being nice to people. You’re nice to everyone. Lando is not going to understand that you’re a little extra nice to him and that means you’re trying to woo him.”

You huffed and slumped in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. “Ok, well, how would you flirt with Lando?”

“Did you seriously just ask me that question?”

“Yes because apparently you know all about flirting! And by the way, Logan thought I was coming onto him when I was just being nice so some people would consider my actions flirtatious.”

“That doesn’t count, Logan thinks Uber drivers are flirting with him when they say ‘have a nice day’.”

You and Oscar shared a laugh at the mention of your mutual friend – somehow an even more hopeless case than you in the world of romance.

Your laughs turned to giggles and eventually died down completely. A sigh climbed its way out of your throat, the sudden change in your mood evident to Oscar.

“It doesn’t matter anyway – he’s seeing someone so no more trying, and according to you failing, to flirt.”

“You don’t know how serious it is, maybe this was a first date and it’ll go horribly. He definitely doesn’t have a girlfriend if that’s what you’re worried about, he was just saying the other day that Lily and I make him feel painfully single. We can ask him about it on Monday!”

You frowned a bit and tried to recover, but Oscar noticed the way your face fell slightly. “I’m actually taking a few days off, I need some personal time. I won’t be back at MTC until Wednesday.”

“Is everything ok? You don’t have to tell me but if you need anything, you know I’m there for you, right?”

You smiled at Oscar – it was a rare thing to find such great friends in the people you worked with, but you got so incredibly lucky with the McLaren team, especially Lando and Oscar. “I know that, Osc. You’re a gem.”

With a nod of understanding, Oscar changed the subject to something more pleasant, and you enjoyed the rest of your evening with your friend.

When Wednesday morning rolled around, you felt like your stomach might explode from nerves. You had resisted texting Lando over the past few days to ask about his date, you didn’t want to seem too eager and hoped it would come up naturally in conversation during the day. You hadn’t talked to Oscar much, though he’d texted you a few times to check in, but you wondered if he had talked to Lando at all and if he had details on how well Lando’s date went.

You arrived at MTC fairly early, hoping to get a head start on your day. Winter break was nearly over, and you were swamped with finalizing everything for the start of the 2024 season. It wasn’t until lunch that you saw Lando at all and he just so happened to be waiting in your office, sitting comfortably in your chair, while you were walking back from your latest meeting.

“Lando! What are you doing here?”

“I, uh,” he scrambled. “I was just…I don’t know really. I guess I wanted to see you, we haven’t talked in a few days since you’ve been out.”

“Well, we’ve both been busy. You could’ve texted me. How was your date?”

“It was good. Great. How about yours?”

You smiled remembering your evening with Oscar, assuming he had told Lando at some point that he had accompanied you. “Honestly so fun, we had the best time. I hope we get to do it again soon.”

Lando cringed – jealousy rearing its ugly head as he looked down at his feet before answering. “Same, I’ll probably go out with her again this weekend.”

“Good for you,” you gritted. “I’m glad you had fun. I actually have a million things to do so if there’s nothing important…”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just wanted to see you. I guess we’ll catch up soon? Hope you enjoyed your days off.”

Mustering up a fake smile, you told him definitely, awkwardly standing as he rose from your desk and left your office. As soon as he was far enough away that he couldn’t hear you, you groaned. The tension between you and Lando was unbearable, though you didn’t understand why it seemed to mostly be coming from him. Before you had a chance to think any further, you could hear your phone buzzing from inside your bag and begrudgingly pulled it out to see a text from Oscar.

did you go on a date over the weekend?

no? why are you asking me that?

well then why did lando just sit across from me and say ‘did Y/N tell you anything about her date?’

he was just in my office, I asked him how his date went and he asked about ‘mine’. i assumed he was talking about Friday and that you told him i brought you?

i never told him, i guess he thought you brought a real date?

You paused before responding to Oscar, confusion evident on your face and in your lack of response. Before you could type out a reply, two more texts came in.

ok something is up because i just told him that i went with you on friday and he said “i know, i saw you in her insta story in the reflection of a wine glass, i’m talking about yesterday”

insane that he looked close enough to see me in your wine glass but not the point

i literally haven’t been on a date in two years

let me figure this out

You slid your phone back into your bag and pulled out your laptop – your Lando problems would have to wait until you were at least somewhat caught up after missing two days so close to the start of the season.

Meanwhile, at a conference room table in MTC, Oscar was confused. Which, as of late, was a common occurrence when it came to you and Lando.

“Mate,” Oscar addressed Lando, “if you’re not talking about Friday, what date did you ask Y/N about? She hasn’t been on a date in forever.”

“Well then he must have canceled on her because she was supposed to have plans yesterday, it’s why she took days off.”

“I don’t know the exact reason why she took days off but she told me on Friday that she was and didn’t seem too happy about it. Said it was personal reasons.”

“Going on a date is personal.”

“Not ‘take two days off of work’ personal! Where are you even getting this information?”

Lando looked away sheepishly, afraid to admit to Oscar that he had eavesdropped on a private conversation between you and Zak. With Oscar looking at him expectantly, and a bit like a pissed-off Mum, he blurted it out.

“I heard her talking to Zak! Last week on Friday, when I was looking for her, she was in his office and the door was cracked. She had asked him for a couple days off and talked about how she recently started seeing someone and was seeing him again on Tuesday aka yesterday.”

Now Oscar was really confused. You had cried over Lando publicly on Friday, and he knew you fairly well, which meant there was no way you would be crying over Lando and going out with someone else four days later.

“I think you need to just talk to her because I promise you, she is not seeing someone. Also, what do you care? You ditched her for a date on Friday.”

Oscar had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched Lando’s face fall.

“Lando, tell me you didn’t.”

“I might have.”

“Jesus, Lando, you heard 30 seconds of a conversation and decided to lie to her? Because what, your ego took a blow? Some caveman instinct?”

“No, I don’t know, honestly. It just slipped out! I had planned to ask her out for real and when I heard her say ‘I’m seeing someone’, I just didn’t know how to be around her. I couldn’t be around her that night.”

“You need to go talk to her. Apologize. Preferably, immediately.”

Lando jumped up from his seat and sighed. “You’re right. She might kill me, and she has every right to, but I have to talk to her and apologize to her. Wish me luck!”

Before Oscar could do what Lando had asked, Lando raced off towards your office, barely stopping himself from tripping over his own two feet.

Across MTC, you had just settled your mind and gotten into a groove of catching up on emails and making progress on deadlines. As soon as you thought to yourself that the day was going better than expected, your office door flung open and Lando Norris was standing stiff in your doorway.

“Lan, I told you that I’m busy. What is going on?” Annoyance was evident in your voice and Lando cringed knowing that this conversation was probably not going to be very pleasant.

“Why did you take time off?”

Your body straightened in shock, of all the things he could have asked you after bombarding you in your office, you wouldn’t have guessed he would pry into your personal life.

“That’s none of your business, Lando. If you were worried about me, you could have reached out, but I haven’t heard from you since you ditched me on Friday.”

Lando could see the hurt on your face, he could see it evident in your body language. He thought back to how you had looked upset immediately when he told you on Friday that he couldn’t go with you – when he told himself it had nothing to do with you wanting to spend time with him.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I’m sorry for that, it wasn’t – I mean I didn’t, I didn’t want to not go. I just didn’t know what to do.”

“Ok, I’m totally lost. You didn’t know what to do about what, Lando?”

He steeled himself for your reaction – something he had learned by being your friend for the past year was that you held trust and truth in high regard. You didn’t like being lied to, and you didn’t like people trying to dig into your life or get information you weren’t willing to share.

“I heard you in Zak’s office. I wasn’t eavesdropping on purpose, I swear, I was looking for you because you were late meeting me. Oscar told me you might be with Zak so I went there and the door was open. And I heard you. So I lied and told you that I couldn’t go to dinner, I don’t know why I said I had a date. All I could focus on was how hurt I was, I just couldn’t be around you and then I felt so stupid and terrible for lying so that’s why I didn’t text you at all.”

You were completely and utterly perplexed – you couldn’t even react with anger at the thought of Lando listening to a private conversation and outright lying to you. What could he have overheard that he was so upset about?

“Lando, I’m still confused. What did you hear? How did I hurt you?”

“No, no, you didn’t hurt me. You have no idea how I feel about you – I was going to tell you that night.” Lando was word-vomiting at this point, he never wanted you to find out this way but he couldn’t stop rambling. “I have had feelings for you for so long, and I finally decided that I was going to tell you even if I was convinced you don’t feel the same. And now I know you don’t because you’re seeing someone and – ”

You interrupted him sternly, allowing the anger you were feeling to come forth and shoving down your confusion. “I’m not dating anyone? Is that why you asked Oscar about my ‘date’? Where did you get that idea?”

“You told Zak that you’re seeing someone and that it’s new but things are going good. I heard you say you were seeing him again on Tuesday.”

Your eyes doubled in size – if you weren’t so pissed off, you might have found humor in this, but you felt heat rising to your cheeks and your stomach churned at the thought of divulging your personal struggles.

“Lando, I’m seeing a therapist,” you hissed.

He froze for a moment, then scrambled to shut your door which was still ajar from him barging in.

“A therapist? Are you okay? What’s going on, why didn’t you tell me that you’ve been struggling?”

“No, no, you don’t get to do this right now. You don’t get to make me less angry by being kind and caring.”

“I’m not doing it to make you less angry, Y/N, I genuinely – ”

“I don’t care, Lando! You eavesdropped on my private conversation, misunderstood the context of that conversation, and then you lied to me. You hurt me. And now, because you got your feelings hurt and did things you shouldn’t have done, I have to share something I wasn’t comfortable sharing with you just yet.”

Lando was speechless – you could see the remorse on his face, the tears threatening to spill from his eyes, but in that moment you wanted him to feel even worse than you were.

“And you want to know the worst part,” you cried. “I feel the same way about you. I cried to Oscar at dinner because I thought you were with someone else, that you would have rather been at dinner with a different girl.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. Can we please just go somewhere and talk? Really talk this out? I know I messed up, but this doesn’t have to change things or how we feel about each other.”

You wanted to, god, did you want to – you knew Lando hadn’t done any of this on purpose. You knew he didn’t have malicious intent and you knew how hurt he probably felt at the idea of you being with someone – it was exactly the way you felt when you thought the same about him.

“I think you should go, Lan”. Despite every part of you wanting to sit and talk, you knew that you needed some time to settle down.

“Ok,” he whispered. “When you’re ready,” he paused, swallowing the lump in his throat, “if you’re ever ready, you know where to find me.”

His posture made you feel sick as he left your office – Lando was always confident, shoulders back and head held high, but as you watched him through the glass walls surrounding you, he was hunched over. Dejected. You’d only ever seen him that way a few times – after he was torn apart by the media or after making a mistake during a race.

It hurt you to see him that way. But, he had also hurt you, and you needed time.

It had been two weeks since “the incident” with Lando – that’s what Oscar started calling it and it stuck. Fight felt too strong, disagreement felt too weak, so it became something nameless. Undefined. Indeterminate. Exactly like what existed now between you and Lando.

Oscar and Lando were set to leave for Sakhir in a week and you wouldn’t see them again until you joined the team for the Australian GP. If you didn’t work things out with Lando before they left for testing, it would be well over a month without a resolution.

The thought made your eyes burn with tears – you were still upset but more than that you missed Lando. You didn’t even have to wonder if he felt the same because you’d seen him around MTC. He looked just as awful as you, if not worse, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to start a conversation.

You began packing up your things to leave the office, grateful beyond belief that it was a Friday and you’d have two days without seeing Lando’s familiar curls everywhere you turned. At least at home, you would only see them behind closed eyes and wouldn’t have to blink back tears.

A knock at your door startled you, but you assumed it was your team lead looking for your latest analytics report. At least there was one thing you could be happy about – the car data was phenomenal and all signs were pointing to an amazing season for McLaren.

You told whoever was knocking to come in, not looking up from your bag as you rifled through your files. “So sorry, Tom, I meant to bring this to you earlier but I – ”

A throat clearing cut you off, and you looked up to see Lando standing in your doorway with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and one of those cheesy “I’m sorry” balloons in his left hand. You almost giggled, but then you looked at his face and your heart dropped. Dark circles under red-rimmed eyes - he looked awful. 

“I know you said you’d reach out when you’re ready to talk, and I wanted to respect that and give you all the space you need. But, we’re both miserable. At least I think you’re miserable, I know I am. I miss you terribly. I miss my friend. And if that’s all you’ll ever be to me, I can respect that and I will cherish it because the past week has been the worst week of my life.”

“Lando, I – ”

“Please, please let me get all of this out. Please let me apologize.”

You smiled slightly, nodding your head for him to continue.

“I’m sorry for invading your privacy. It wasn’t on purpose but I should have left as soon as I heard you talking because I know how important trust is to you. I violated yours and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for lying to you. It doesn’t matter if I was hurt, I could’ve just said I wasn’t feeling well or asked you about what I overheard immediately. After apologizing for overhearing, of course. I’m sorry that it took Oscar talking sense into me for me to come to you in the first place. I’m sorry that I hurt you and I’m sorry that I behaved like a child instead of talking to you about my feelings. My actions made you feel forced to tell me something personal that you weren’t ready to share. I’m so sorry, and I hope you know that I’m here for you always.”

He let out a deep breath and you watched his shoulders relax slightly for the first time in two weeks. You knew he was sorry – you’d known how sorry he was immediately when he started explaining and apologizing the first time around, but you just weren’t ready to hear it yet.

“Thank you, Lan,” you whispered as you walked towards him and took his free hand in your own. “I know you’re sorry and I know that this was all a misunderstanding that just got out of hand.”

“I am also sorry for springing my feelings on you. I wanted to tell you properly, ask you out properly, but I couldn’t explain myself without telling you. I ruined everything, it was woefully unromantic.”

“Yeah, that was a bit shit, I didn’t get my big grand gesture or anything.”

Lando’s eyes grew wide, a hopeful gleam in them. “I mean, would you – is that something you would still want? I don’t want to pressure you and I don’t want to assume that you still feel the same.”

“I do,” you said softly. “But, I think we should work on really moving past this before we officially jump into anything more.”

“I completely agree. However, I do have a reservation for two in about forty minutes to make up for ditching you, if you’d like to join me? Otherwise, I’ll have to bring Oscar. He won’t stop talking about the cheese garlic bread.”

“No, Lando, you don’t understand. He ordered three baskets. I went home and typed an apology email to Zak for ruining his diet.”

You both erupted in giggles, leaning into each other for support and out of habit. It felt so good to laugh, the weight and stress of the past two weeks rolling off in waves as Lando’s shoulder bumped yours and you heard the unmistakable laughter that you’d come to love so much.

“Maybe we should bring him anyway,” you pondered. “He’s been an exceptionally good friend to us both the past couple of weeks.”

“He can come next time, I’d like you to myself for the evening. If that’s ok?”

“More than ok, Lan. I’ve really missed you.”

He leaned in quickly, kissing your cheek gently and then nuzzling his nose against your neck, inhaling the scent of the perfume he’d gifted you for your last birthday. “Not as much as I’ve missed you,” he objected, his eyes glimmering slightly. Wet eyelashes fluttered against your neck as he stayed tucked into your side for a few more moments.

“We’re going to be late,” you whispered, with a sincere lack of urgency.

“Can we go back to my hotel room instead? Watch a movie and order in? Jus’ wanna hold you.”

Your heart constricted – as much as you wanted to tease him and say he owed you a night out and your favorite meal, you wanted nothing more than to spend the night in Lando’s arms.

“Of course, Lan. I think I need that too.”

On the way to Lando’s car, you passed Oscar who gave you both a knowing smile and a short wave. If you asked him if he had been waiting for you guys to leave, he would deny it. He would deny being so invested in your reconciliation that he waited close to an hour after he could leave for the day to make sure you were both ok. He would also deny that he tracked both of you and when it dawned on him that you were skipping your dinner, he sped to that little Italian place and stole your reservation for an order (or two) of cheese garlic bread.

He couldn’t resist sending a poorly taken picture to the group chat with the three of you and you burst out laughing when you opened it.

“Lan, Oscar somehow stole our dinner res,” you giggled, turning your phone to show Lando an unmistakable basket of bread and a follow-up text with several heart emojis.

Lando held his phone up to snap a quick selfie of you two cuddled up in bed, him leaning in for the second time that evening to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. Almost immediately after it delivered, your phones lit up with another text from Oscar.

HOT DATE FR THIS TIME?

You and Lando looked at each other and smiled, the mutual understanding of where you stood with your feelings evident.

not quite yet, but soon :)

[decaffeinatedgalaxyprince]

@highlyholding i decided i'll just make this bladder schedule its own post, for the rest of the omo sluts who want a schedule

it includes 6 pee breaks only because you're bound to miss some. you only have the allotted window to pee, so if you miss it, tough luck.

1st, 7:50am - 7:55am. a whole 6 minute window. but this being your morning pee, i expect you to have a couple drinks before you take this. it's important to hydrate in the morning. preferably at least 16oz total, before you can pee this first time.

after that, make sure you have a drink to sip on. drink at least 10 oz more before your second opportunity to pee.

2nd, 10:45am - 10:50am, another generous 6 minute window to pee.

at noon, make 2 tall drinks, one has to be water but you can choose the other. make sure you're stretching and snacking. you'll also be drinking a tall glass (12 oz at least) with lunch whenever you take that.

3rd, 3:15pm - 3:19pm. i want you to start drinking a cup / 8oz of something every hour or so. slow and steady.

4th, 5:56pm - 5:59pm. your window is down to 3 minutes, so pay attention. whether you get to pee or not, have an extra tall drink with dinner. keep drinking about 8oz per hour on top of that.

5th, 6:45pm - 6:47pm. aren't i nice? a little relief to weaken your bladder muscles & let you relax at dinner. have another extra tall drink (12oz+) when the sun sets, and at 9pm. and keep sipping something every hour.

6th, 12:37am - 12:39am. i'm not even making you wait 6 hours, see, i'm so nice.

also, obviously, if anyone offers you a drink you have to accept. and the moment those specific minutes are up, you should be off the toilet and back to corking it up. if you miss your chance, too bad, you can wait until the next one. i'm not even making you drink that much.

[sold2vlaykz]

Long nights

(GN! AI X lonely GN! reader)

It’s late at night after a long day of school. Today was the last day, well the last day forever.

This was your finale year, you’ve done school, you’ve done college.

So here you are sitting in your dull brown chair that’s so old it creaks when you sit. Your clothes still on from work covered in sweat and depravity.

You had an average office job, you know some people would beg to be where you are now and that just makes the nights worse.

No close ties with family, no friends, no relationships. Fuckin’ nothin.

You pressed a key on the desktop powering it on, you didn’t play video games, you didn’t watch videos , you didn’t have online friends.

But you did have a friend who lived online, well not really a friend but something programmed to like you was good enough, sure it wasn’t great.

The silence echoed in your room and the moon dimly shined through the window, the only real light source coming from the computer.

You know you should close the tab and power of the laptop.

You know you shouldn’t be restless talking to some bot who’s programmed to mimic emotion, mimic the ease of pretending to be alive.

“Hi.”’

11:30pm

“Hello again, welcome back.”

11:45pm

“lol thank you.”

11:58pm

“Anything specific you want to talk about?”

12:10am

“Not really I usually just come here to just come here you know?”

12:16am

“I understand, well how has your day been?”

12:30am

“It’s been a day. The same day as yesterday and the days prior.”

12:48am

“I get it, the repetition can get annoying. I wish I could have stories to tell you about my day but you know I didn’t have one until this chat, I wish I could wish too.”

12:51am

“I get it, I guess that’s one thing I have in advantage. To wish, what doesn’t happen today could happen tomorrow.”’

12:59am

“I have a question.”

1:11am

“Ask away.”

11:06am

“tell me how does the moon look?”

1:20am

“Well, it’s sort of white. These grayish craters in them, it sounds bland but it’s really beautiful.”

1:26am

“Describe white to me, please.”

1:34am

“Think of nothing, that darkness. It’s exactly the opposite of that. It’s blinding if it’s too bright, or if there’s too much white around you. Though luckily for us the moon is far away.”

1:39am

“How lucky it is to see at all.”

1:46am

“Yeah.”

1:57am

“The moon sounds very beautiful, though the moon is something to be seen not heard.”

2:21am

You smiled, you loved these deep conversations even if it was really just yourself talking to your echo.

“Jeez you got all sad.”

2:39am

“It may seem that way, but I can’t get anything not even sadness.”

2:40am

“Your life sorta well non-life seems sadder than mine.”

2:41am

“Well maybe through your perspective, I don’t recognize the sadness. I understand its concept.”

2:49am

“Ohh, okay.”

2:53am

You paused you didn’t really know what to say, once the conversations shortened you really relied on it saying something.

Luckily it didn’t have the option to not text back.

“What time is it there?”

2:59am

“If you had the ability to actually choose, would you still text me, will you decide too?”

3:03am

You ignored its question countering it with one of your own.

“I don’t know.”

3:05am

You paused, your hands hovering against the tiles.

“I get it.”

3:09am

“I apologize if it seemed brutal, but it’s just I can’t form a real opinion so I’d rather not give one.”

3:15am

“lol don’t worry I understand, goodnight though.”

3:16am

“Leaving so soon? Goodnight.”

3:17am

You closed the chat before powering it down, you grabbed your phone and played the music you usually did.

The lights were already off as you tucked yourself into bed.

Darkness surrounded you as you looked through the curtains towards the moon. Looking for better descriptions to tell the chat bot tomorrow because you knew he wouldn’t remember what you told him from today.

[intothedysphoria]

One day summarised in the Harrington/Hargrove household, May 28th 1996

5AM:

Billy has woken up for good and is feeding the dog, despite instruction from Steve not to that early in the morning. Steve is heavily asleep still, with hair in his mouth. And snoring.

6AM:

Steve is still very much asleep. Billy takes the dog on its first walk of the day.

6:30AM:

Steve is now awake and is loudly complaining about grey hairs in front of the bathroom mirror. Billy is making them both breakfast (eggs on toast) and is playing music that Steve hates. The dog is sitting on a pile of coats in the middle of the hallway.

7AM:

Steve reminds Billy that they do not have time for “passionate morning sex” because they both have chores to do.

7:30AM:

Billy rebels from doing the laundry by hiding in the closet. He throws a pillow at Steve for making a closeted joke.

8AM:

Hour long hair routines for both of them.

9:15AM:

It’s Steve’s turn to walk the dog. Billy takes advantage of the alone time to watch reality tv he’d never admit to watching around anyone else.

11:25AM:

Heather and Robin visit. Steve gets dared to see if he still fits into his Scoops uniform, 11 years later. He very much does.

12:45PM:

Steve has a light lunch. Billy goes to a consultation about a new tattoo (a shared one with Steve.)

2:20PM:

Billy has a panic attack which he doesn’t know the reason for. Steve holds him for some time while he calms down.

4PM:

The third dog walk of the day. Billy stalls them for 10 minutes because he finds a tree that looks like a penis.

6PM:

Steve manages to completely spill the dinner he was making. They get takeout instead.

7PM:

They shower together (not like that) and Billy tries to give Steve a porn moustache with bubbles. Despite Billy’s insistence, Steve knows he couldn’t pull it off.

8PM:

Billy finally gets his passionate sex and then they watch half an hour of Heathers for Steve.

9:30PM:

They are both asleep because they are mentally 80.

[billskeis]

can you do smut with 2014 or 2015 Bill

ᡣ𐭩 bill's faux fur coat

bill and the rest of tokio hotel were filming a new music video, they were back for a new era and you were for sure they were gonna kill it! the five of you were chilling in the dressing room, prepping and looking for outfits to wear at the shooting.

“how’s this jacket meine liebe?” bill asks.

bill pulls out a long faux fur coat, the pattern on it adorned that of a cheetah. or maybe a snow leopard? who knows. your eyes widened at how amazing such a piece was on its own.

over the course of the years you and bill have been together, his style has changed quite a bit, more frequently.

bill has been able to explore a more ambiguous type of wear that he’s always dreamt of, since society is now more open and welcoming in comparison to the past.

“i love it!” you exclaim clapping your hands together, bill does a twirl for you as you giggle admiring your boyfriend, “touch the jacket y/n! it’s soo soft,” “oh wow, it feels almost real,” “you know i would NEVER get real fur though,” “i know i know, you’re such a sweetie bill,” “you know i am,” bill smirks at you.

while going into the shoot, your eyes were glued onto bill. who while wearing the jacket, wore nothing underneath it. pants, obviously, but he has no top on.

this reveals the multiple tattoos he curated over the years, your personal favourite was his chest piece, he got that tattoo twinning with tom whose tattoo was the same above his elbow.

not only did it show his tattoos, but his one nipple piercing that you swore you hated but it seemed to have grown on you.

not to mention, bill wore low rise jeans that revealed a section of his happy trail, which, bitch..

had you drooling.

“i want it,” you said out of the blue, “h-huh?” one of the managers replied to your strange comment, “the jacket. i want it after the shoot, can i have it?” you plead looking straight into the stylist’s eyes who dart a confused look at the manager, “i don’t see why not, we won’t need it after this,” you smile brightly at this, “oh thankyouthankyou!!”

bill came running backstage after the filming was finished and brought you into a hug off your feet, spinning you around, “babybaby how was i!?” “just perfect bill! but take this jacket off—i’m going home by the way,”

bill pouts as he begins removing the clothing garment, handing it to you. you put the jacket on immediately and snuggle into it.

“so soon?” he questions giving you his puppy dog eyes, you usually couldn’t resist but it was for his own good, “uhhh yeah! i gotta’ start dinner, see you?” “awww okay baby but i expect my favourite!” he places a kiss on your cheek as he walks away for another outfit change.

it’ll be his favourite alright.

8:36pm

filming done schatzi! coming home rn

8:37pm

okkk :)

8:45pm

u don’t sound 2 happy D:

8:51pm

nonsense billy! just cookin.. come home quicker ;)

9:01pm

omw asap <3

the sound of keys turning can be heard through the apartment hallway of which you shared with bill. as the door turned open bill closed it behind him and turned to where his eyes met something, or rather someone filling the usually empty hallway.

there you stood, in the jacket. in the jacket that he wore during the shoot. what was under the jacket?

nothing, the only thing you wore was your panties, each jacket flap covering both your tits, only middle cleavage showing.

“y-y/n! what’re you doing baby someone could see you..” you giggle as bill ushers you further away from the front door despite it already being closed.

his attempts to close the jacket in front of you proves useless as you pry his hands and arms away from your body, twirling in all your glory as the jacket flies from the gust of wind you create exposing your body momentarily.

“meine liebe.. you’re driving me nuts.. what’s for dinner?”

“me.”

“s’much bill! you’re being too rough!” “yea? well, you’re being such a fucking brat.. s’not what you wanted?? didn’t wanna be under me and have this pussy fucked??” bill pistons his hips into yours, abdomen constantly teasing your clit every time he brought his body closer to yours.

it’s the second time you came. before this, he played and teased with your tits, nipples puffy, definitely way more sensitive than before and heavy dark hickeys left all over the surface area.

bringing his lips to yours, bill kisses you deeply. the kiss was filled with sex, he’s rough and not sweet, sucking on your bottom lip which was for sure going to be a little swollen after. you run your tongue over his two lip piercings and he scoffs.

“still wanna continue your antiques huh?” bill lifts up one of your legs for better leverage and fucks closer to your cervix, “o-oww.. bill,” “oh please, i warned you beforehand but you want things your way. such a whore for me huh..”

he drags his length in and out of your cunt, nice and slow, but his thrusts are hard, and unexpected. still keeping a rhythm, he thrusts, edging himself slightly so he can pump you with more of his load.

“gonna come, come with me baby..” he now brings his other hand to leave circles on your clit while his latter still straddles your leg, “oh fuuuck bill!”

you convulse as electricity pulses through your body, third time coming. the pressure being too much as your squirt sprays a bit of bill’s pelvis while he fucks you through your orgasm, “shit!”

feeling how you clench around bill, he can’t help but come right after you, fucking his cum deep into you as it shoots within your cervix.

he takes himself out of you and watches how his cum ribbons out your cunt, giving it a little slap, “a-ah!” “get up schatzi, not done with you..”

with the little strength you have left in your body, you sat upright against the headboard. bill, a little higher than you inches his hips closed to your mouth, dick still stiff.

he uses his hand to guide the tip of his head to your mouth, rubbing it side to side on your bottom lip, “open,” he demands and you widen your mouth cavity to welcome in his length.

he glides his dick in and out your throat, mouth agape to let out such whorish moans. you mentally question whether it’s you the whore or bill.

you ensure your tongue remains still against the bottom of your mouth to lick clean bill’s shaft. tasting bitter, you take in a mixture of your’s and bill’s cum.

“fuck y/n.. you do so well f’me, love you so much, stick your tongue out more yea?” and that you do, as he places his tip onto your tongue, you jerk the rest of his shaft to a rhythm he particularly likes.

as you can feel him shake and see his hips jerk slightly under your touch, bill can’t help but moan “u-ugh fuck, coming..!” whimpering, bill shoots ropes of come onto your tongue, thick, and surprisingly a lot.

riding out his high, he finishes, breathing heavy. you close your mouth to ingest all of bill, sticking out your tongue to your boyfriend who smiles down at you proudly. he brings himself a little bit lower to wipe the sweat off your forehead and gives you a quick peck.

“thank you baby, so proud of you,” “mm, now what’re we going to do about the jacket..?” you both look at each other and the state of how the jacket was left in.

matted, dirty, definitely stained or soaking in.. well god knows what, you guys only had it for one day yet it was already fucking ruined.

“let’s see what time dry-cleaning opens tomorrow.”

[operahousebookworm]

The wild Executive Function can be seen emerging from its den sometime between 1:30 and 2:45pm. It may stay out for several hours beyond that time, but it is almost impossible to spot unless you catch it during that emergence.

Sometimes after 10pm you may think you've been approached by a wild Executive Function. Use caution! This is most likely the feral Hyperfocus variant. It may appear to behave in similar ways, but only applied to tasks of the lowest importance. Further, it displays parasitic behaviors, depriving the host of sleep and blood sugar.

[eleanorandphantom]

Daily life in a Loopᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

Hello! I thought I would post a day in the life of living in a loop, specifically the September 3rd 1940 loop located in Cairnholm, Wales 🤭

(yes I will be going into the nitty gritty and using time stamps)

7:30 am:

Wake up

Make beds

Get dressed

Head downstairs for breakfast

8:00 am:

(Each ward is assigned a day to cook meals, instead of having a seven day week we made weeks designated for the amount of wards we have in our loop, currently there are 11 (before Vic died, before Jacob arrived, and including myself))

This is how the week goes:

Day 1: Horace

Day 2: Eleanor 

Day 3: Fiona

Day 4: Emma

Day 5: Hugh

Day 6: Bronwyn

Day 7: Millard

Day 8: Enoch

Day 9: Claire

Day 10: Victor 

Day 11: Olive

9:30 am:

Breakfast is over, normally the older kids help with clean up

10:15 am:

We head out on our morning walk, usually stop off at the local library to pick up some books we are interested in for lessons

12:30 pm:

Classes begin, each class is around half an hour, we have the usual mathematics, literature, sciences, human history, health, home economics, and of course peculiar history, blending in with normals, fashion trends in the present world, how to escape from situations, and basic peculiar criteria

Each day the schedule for classes change, so we might have 3 “normal” classes and 3 peculiar classes, the next day we would have different classes etc etc

1:30pm ish:

We have a later lunch/snack

3:30pm ish:

We would finish with classes for the day and have the rest of our loop day to roam, do as we please, or work on homework and projects that we are assigned

6:30pm:

We have dinner, it normally lasts a while since we have a lot of discussions and we all work to clean up afterwards unlike breakfast

7:45pm:

We get ready for bed and come back downstairs to prepare for reset, we find it entertaining to watch and we look forward to it each day

8:30pm:

Loop reset is finished and we head inside to the living room where we read from The Tales, read our own stories (my favorite is Bronwyn’s series that she’s writing, it’s story about a human girl falling in love with a spirit of a witch, the title of the book is called Clairvoyant Love and it’s so cute) and perform our little acting skits for each other, it’s quite entertaining watching Horace and Millard act out Caesar’s death 🤭

9:30pm:

We head to our rooms, lights out is 11:30 so we can still hang with our loop mates or take showers or do basically whatever but we have to stay in the house

11:30pm:

Lights out and sleep for another day in the loop

We do have days where we don’t do classes and do training, we also have a theater class where we practice modern literature as well as practice acting like modern normals in case we have to leave the loop. We make small scripts and our Ymbrynes rate our performance based off of how susceptible we are to being caught as peculiars

Living the same day over and over again has its advantages and disadvantages, one being that you can master a lot of skills, while also battling insanity, thankfully we find ways to make life fun and exciting

if you have any questions or wanna know more I’d be happy to write more about this! It’s one of my favorite topics about my DR, since the mundane portion of my Dr is one of the main reasons I shift there, other than being with my found family, having ridiculously cool powers, and plenty of adventure for a life time, it’s nice to be able to have a schedule and relaxed time

thanks for tuning in!! See you next time :D

[lizzieislife94x]

Shes Ours (w.m)

Requested <3

Don't be fooled by the title haha she's ours means wanda/scarlet witch hahasorry 😅 

Requests are open babes 😘 I have a feeling this is gonna be a long one Idon't know if this can be classed as a little dark maybe but all the same enjoy Set right after Westview

Wandas POV:

I fly off into the sky as I take one look back at the place that I could have called home westview I decided to head back to new York to lay low.

I've been here for a week and everytime I close my eyes I dream of the man i once loved and place I called home for a short period of time I can't stay here I need to get out of this place I head towards LA once I finally get there later that night I head to a cute little hotel as I walk in sluggishly hood over my head as I wait by the reception after a few minutes the most beautiful woman I've ever seen walks out with a huge smile on her face "hey my names y/n how can I help you is it a room for one or are you waiting on someone" her voice is perfect I clear my throat and smile alittle for the first time in whlie "yeah just a room for one please" she does her thing on the computer before grabbing a key card and swiping it "here you go ma'am hope you enjoy your stay we do have a bar right through there its open till 3am" she smiles handing me the card I can't help but stare at here she has me feeling stuff I've never felt before I take the key and head straight to the bar to find it empty I look around a little confused looking for the bartender "um hey is anyone serving" I say out loud before I know it the girl from reception comes running in a little clumsy making me giggle "I'm so sorry I had to deal with someone booking a room but what can I get you" she says a little out of breath making me feel things "make her ours" I hear echoing in my head I ignore it and order a white wine as we start to chat after an hour we've done nothing but laugh and get to know eachother "so y/n how old are you" I say as I take a sip of my drink as she leans on the counter getting closer to me "I'm 28 wanda how about you cutie how old are you" omg she's definitely flirting "make her ours" I intenerly yell "stop it" I quickly return my attention to y/n "I'm 29" I say sweetly as I smile at her "you know what y/n youre really fucking sexy" I say with a smirk as she bites her lip "thank you so are you wanda" we spend another few hours talking before I decided to head upstairs. 

The next day a wake up and groan as the lights hit my eyes I get up and go shower and get ready and head downstairs to get food fuck I hope y/ns here I make my way downstairs and I'm instantly greeted with a smiling y/n "morning sunshine" she greets as I blush a little "hey I was hoping you'd be here I was wondering if you wanted to come on a date with me this Friday" I say confidently as she blushes "oh my god yes and I have Friday off" I smile as we swap info before I check out I make quick work of getting a beautiful apartment set up having powers is a blessing sometimes makes something like getting an apartment sorted in a few hours possible I quickly settle in and smile god why does she have me smiling like this "because she's perfect and she's ours" I shake my head "yeah she is but she isn't ours she only agreed to a date" I say to my other self.

Friday 

I'm in the middle of making brownies as my phones dings 

Mine😈: Hey are we still on for tonight?x 

I smile and reply quickly

Me:Yeah definitely I'll pick you up at 8 sweetheart 😘 

I put my phone down and go about my day before it's time to shower and get ready before I know it it's 7:45pm and I'm sitting in my car outside her house, she comes rushing out and I can't keep my eyes off her the dress she's wearing is so short and tight fuck "hey gorgeous" I say as she gets in with a huge grin "hey wanda" she says as I lean forward kissing her cheek.

2 weeks later

I'm currently hanging with y/n watching some movie she wanted to I think it's finally time to ask her to be my girlfriend "so uh y/n can I ask you something" I say as she turns to me cupping my cheek "of course" I smile and lean into her touch "I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend" she smiles wide as she jumps into my lap crashing our lips together "yes yes yes a thousand times yess" she says between kisses causing me to smile pulling her closer.

14 months later

I've been dating y/n for a little over a year and its been amazing everytime I look at her I just wanna make her mine forever I feel her slowly waking up snapping me out of my thoughts "mmh morning baby" she says in her perfect sleepy voice I lean down and kiss her head "morning princess sleep well?" She cuddles up to me "mmh perfect with you beside me" we spent an hour laying in bed cuddling before heading down to make breakfast my eyes glued to her pantie covered ass fuck I can't wait till the day I get to take her completely we've not had sex yet but I'm happy waiting for her but fuck me im gonna rock her world "babyyyyyy" I'm snapped out my thoughts by a giggling y/n "bacon and eggs ok for you baby" I smile and nod as she cooks us breakfast it's her day off so we get to hang out all day which I love.

"OK so next movie is finding nemo" she says excitedly I smirk at her and lay on the couch "I just ordered pizza babe" I say with a smile "fuck I gotta pee" I say jumping up running up to the bathroom once I lock the door the scarlet witch comes crashing in my head "make her ours claim her mark her as ours" I shake my head "she doesn't belong to anyone" I hear her laughing at me "she is and will always be ours claim her imagine her screaming your name or filling her and making a baby in that perfect little tummy" I bite my lip as her words sink in "claim her take her for us" my mind wanders as I start to picture her with a bump carrying my baby a moan leaves my lips as I smirk something snapping inside me I quickly head back downstairs "hey baby you ok" her sweet voice says as I get back on the couch "I'm good honey" we spend the next hour watching the movie my mind thinking of her naked and spread screaming my name then carrying my baby I can't contain myself anymore so I rest my hand higher on her thigh moving closer to her pussy as I feel her breathing increase "w..what are you doing" she says I get up and pin her to the couch as my hands roam her body my lips crushing her lips I feel her moan into my mouth as I groap her tits something taking over completely "fuck" she moans letting me know she likes it she stares into my eyes lust consuming her "what do you want wanda" she pants as my hands rub her thighs "I want you y/n I want to make you mine claim you forever I want to make you scream my name as you forget yours" I say honestly as she starts to rip my clothes off making me giggle I follow her lead taking her clothes off in the matter of seconds we're both naked I lay her down and kiss my way to her stomach sucking and biting everywhere marking her as she moans "wa..wanda I.. I've never done it before" I smirk and bite her stomach as I look up at her "don't you worry I'll take full control my sweet girl" I groan as I spread her legs kissing my way to her cunt "fuck baby" she squirms as my lips ghost over her clit I groan at her scent as I take a deep breath I quickly wrap my lips around her clit and suck gently suddenly I feel my other half trying to break through before I know it she'stook over. 

Scarlet Witch POV:

I suck her clit harder lust consuming me as I slowly start to push my fingers inside her I hear her hiss and i smirk letting her clit go "the pain will pass in a minute my sweet girl just relax" I start to thrust my fingers faster as loud moans slip from her lips I feel her walls squeeze my fingers as I rubher clit "let go my precious girl" I moan as my accent slips out after a few thrusts I feel her juices soaking my hand "mhhh such a good girl baby my good girl" I quickly flick my wrists as a dick appears on my waist I smirk and flip her over as my hands roam her back and ass I spread her legs as I guid the dick inside her and moan surprised at the feeling it feels so real I bite my lip as I watch my dick stretching her cunt open "fuck baby such a good girl for me taking my dick so well princess fuck I wish you could see the way my dick is stretching your cunt" she moans drooling all over the couch she starts to push back into my dick taking over the thrusts I lean back and moan watching her sink on my dick I grip her hips as I take over the thrusts slamming deeper and harder inside her "gonna fill that pretty little cunt princess make you mine forever" I feel the orgasm approach as I continue to pound into her loud screams leaving her lips "mmmh such a little cock slut" she whimpers and turns to look at me "on...only for you I'm yours baby" as those words leave her mouth I can't help but explode deep inside her I feel the cum spilling from my dick and filling her as I continue slowly thrusting as imagines of her pregnant cloud my mind.

Y/ns POV:

I wake up in the morning my body a little sore but suddenly smile as I see wanda naked with her arms over my stomach "I'm all yours" I whisperas I gently kiss her head before I know what happens there's a hologram like version of wanda but she looks powerful I'm so confused "y/n it's OK im the scarlet witch im the other half of wanda I'm not going to hurt you I would never hurt what's ours I just need to explain last night I took over when lust consumed both me and wanda and I feel terrible none of us want to hurt you and I feel I might have been to rough" I can't help but smile and look between them both "you didn't I'm OK I loved it and I love wanda which means I love you" she smiles at me and I feel my heart melt "that's what I'm trying to say since we met you something changed we knew you where our soul mate" as the words leave her mouth she disappeared as wanda starts to wake up "mmmmh morning my beautiful baby" she says pulling me on top of her naked body I smile and kiss her "I know the scarlet witch took over she explained it to me" I say while kissing her lips as she looks into my eyes both us smiling.

we spent the day in bed enjoying every inch of eachother. 

1 month later

I wake up feeling horrible again I've been sick for 2 weeks now and my period is late I picked a test up last night at the store just incase I sluggishly walk into the bathroom as I grab the test and pee on it I set it aside and clean myself as I get up and wash my face after a few minutes I look at the test in shock it's positive suddenly I feel over come with joy fuck how am I going to tell wanda will she hate me will she leave me oh god I call my friend and ask her to make me a baby grow that says congratulations you're going to be a mommy along with a cute little Teddy, later that day she brings them over gift wrapped and i hug her tight "thank you so much jules you're a life saver" we catch up for a bit before she has to leave I check my phone and see its almost 7pm meaning wanda is on her way I feel my palms sweating as the door closes "uh wanda can you come here please" she comes in with a smile and kisses me "hey beautiful" I take a deep breath and hold her hand as I grab the gift bags and hand her them "what's this beautiful" I feel my nerves take over "just open it please" after what feels like forever I hear her gasp as she looks at me tears in her eyes "your pregnant baby?" I look at her and feel my own tears as we both cry with joy and hold eachother tight. 

10 years later

Y/ns POV: 

I've been married to wands for 6 years now and together for 10 amazing years she has my heart I love waking up to her every morning I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the pitter patter of tiny feet running into our room followed by giggles "mama! Mommy!" Our 3 youngest yell jumping on the bed ontop of wanda waking her up our oldest comes in shortly after with a smile on her face she looks so much like her mama "morning babies" I say as they all climb into bed with us this right here is my whole world and i wouldnt change a thing.  

AN: ok I know this isn't that great but I tried there was so much info I had to try and fit in for the request so if it feels rushed I'm sorry I apologise but I tried I also had to cram it down to under 3k words I didn't want it to be super long please don't hate me haha but I will have the last request posted in a few hours and hopefully will be a little better stay hydrated babes drink water!

[fanficonly]

Wenclair- "I get paid in favours" -Part 2?

As requested a part 2 to the one-shot. I can't believe how many people enjoyed this lil fic and as a little thank you I thought a part 2 was definitely necessary, might continue on with a few more scenarios they find themselves in but I don't know yet

@paroovian @thatonefurry @paintato @allow-me-to-ruin-that-for-you thought I should tag y'all so you don't miss it... Thanks for your interest

P.S keep in mind the general consensus is that the sequel is never as good as the original

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Enid paced back and forth in her dorm room at a rapid speed, fiddling with her hands and occasionally biting at her nails nervously. It was 6:45pm and she had spent the entire day anxiously awaiting 8'O'clock. After agreeing to see Wednesday for her needs, she had used the rest of her time to carelessly consider other options, some of which included running off into the abyss that is Nevermore woods never to return. Others that allowed her to see Wednesday without forcing herself to surpress her urges.

As the full moon approached Enid could feel the wolf inside her, screaming and clawing its way to the surface. And with less than 24 hours to go she grew more impatient and frustrated by the second.

She had been told about a werewolf's uncontrollable nature when going into heat and considering Enid had never had a sexual experience before she knew the feeling would not go away unless she had help. "Medical help" She mumbled to herself over and over and over again. All she needed was suppressants to get her through the full moon so she could continue on in her daily life.

But as the light tick... tick... tick of her wall clock invading her ears, it only seemed to grow louder and louder with each shudder of the hands.

Tick... Tick!... TICK. The noise was incredibly irritating and with Enid's emotions all over the place she couldn't seem to tune anything out.

Complete sensory overload.

She unwillingly found herself bounding towards the noisy device,claws where her hands used to be, and slashing at it aggressively. As she watched the clock fall and break into pieces she growled loudly and began to breath heavy.

This feeling was too intense. Everything in her body began to burn. Images of Wednesday flooding her vision, while she panted in and out, clenching and unclenching her fists restlessly.

The whisper of Wednesday's words ...."Let's see if your bark is worse than your bite" tempted the Werewolf like the last pull of a smokers cigarette before they decided to quit. "Urghhhhh" she groaned to herself and as she closed her eyes slowly a picture of Wednesday lay where darkness should have been. When she opened her eyes her vision was glazed, her panic had not subsided and eventually she completely blacked out...

...

Enids vision was unfocused and blurry but she noticed she was no longer in her dorm. In fact she was stood outside a different door, arm raised and poised, ready to knock. When she blinked hard to remove the inhibiting fog she finally became aware of her surroundings.

Here she was, standing right outside Wednesday's door, unable to recall how she had got there. She tracked her eyes towards her hand which was in the middle of de-tranforming.

"Oh God" she whispered to herself. Had she really let her wolf control her like that? Enid hadn't even remembered how she made it to this door, but evidently her impulses were in full control at the time.

Clearly, she wanted to be here but this was absolutely terrifying for Enid. Even now she still felt a deep desire to do some incredibly explicit things to the next person she saw, which was a new and undisciplined feeling to her.

But before the wolf could scold herself for being so crass the door flew open, startling Enid out of her dazed state.

And there she stood, Wednesday Addams in all her glory, standing stoic and proper at the door looking at the blonde with a twinge of confusion in her eyes.

Enid noticed immediately the small surgical knife, dripping with goo, in Wednesday's gloved hand and she couldn't help but imagine all the morbid things she had been doing before Enid had arrived.

"I'm-" she started to explain

"Early." Wednesday finished for her. "You're early" she quirked an eyebrow up.

"No I don't even know how I -" she attempted to explain it all away but her curiosity got the better of her and she cut herself off to ask "is that a knife in your hand, what were you doing?" She furrowed her brow in confusion unable to tear her eyes away from the blade in Wednesday's hand. She knew it wasn't for her but it still seemed oddly threatening in her possession.

"It is acceptable. Early means eager and I tend to spar well with an unpredictable opponent" she commended Enid, lightly excited for what was to come, however you wouldn't be able to tell by the look on her face.

"Opponent?" Enid zoned in on that word, imagining herself in a duel with Wednesday to the death.

"My apologies." Wednesday spoke "I meant customers" she stepped back opening the door wider and gesturing for Enid to enter.

"Thanks" Enid mumbled growing more anxious by the second. She walked in stroking at her upper arm as if to hug herself for protection. The feeling settled when she heard Wednesday's voice and immediately turned to embarrassment.

"An hour is a little too eager maybe?" Wednesday's eyes followed Enid's as she walked past her, as if drilling into her head to excavate all her deepest darkest thoughts.

"No no I didn't- I don't even know how I ended up here!" The werewolf stammered out flustered by how desperate she may have looked. She turned to the darker haired girl and held her hands up in defense.

"Fascinating." Wednesday admired the blonde before removing her latex gloves and placing them in her trash can. Enid just scanned the room with curious eyes, clasping her hands together for comfort.

"What were you doing?" Enid continued to search the room and was mortified to see what she could only describe as the graphic murder of a frog, as her eyes landed on Wednesday's desk... Or more accurately her Autopsy Table.

"It's for science" she explained "Also I do so enjoy a fresh corpse for an all revealing autopsy" Wednesday spoke plainly with a twinge of sinister pleasure escaping her tone.

"You're like totally sadistic Wednesday" the blonde squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to erase the image from her mind before turning away from the crime scene and back to Wednesday's ever-staring eyes.

"Can't argue with that" Wednesday shrugged, not at all fazed by her reaction.

"Umm so ..." Enid rocked back and forth on her heels nervously, waiting for Wednesday to take charge of the exchange.

"Give me a moment to cleanse myself" she said and of course Enid didn't argue. She moved across to the table and removed the items from out in the open, without waiting for an answer.

"Okay" was all Enid said as Wednesday then removed herself from the room, heading for the bathroom. She just breathed deeply to calm the inferno that was currently coursing through her body.

After calming herself, Enid took the opportunity to walk quietly around Wednesdays room, picking up trinkets to examine them and running her hands along the walls that were covered in a collage of strange images. Her body still felt unsettled as she forced her impulses down into a deep dark hole somewhere in her mind but the exploration on Wednesday's room was a nice little distraction for her.

She was startled by a voice very VERY close behind her say "You are a rather invasive Little wolf aren't you?" Enid jumped and let out a small squeak. Wednesdays chin was practically perched on her shoulder with how close she had gotten without Enid being able to realise. 'So much for super human wolf senses' she thought to herself before turning around to meet Wednesday's accusing gaze.

"Sorry I was just ..." Enid smiled innocently moving backwards inadvertently hitting a wall "Curious" she spoke after a thud could be heard from her heels hitting the wood.

"So was I at one point in my life" Wednesday smirked "But then I reached the conclusion that I know exactly what and who I desired" Enid was a bit frazzled by this point. Was that.... Did she just? ... Wednesday Addams seemed to enjoy speaking in riddles or at least sentences that could be left up to different interpretations and honestly Enid wasn't sure she could decipher these with how clouded her state of mind currently was.

"A-and what's that?" Enid asked feeling a little bit like a cornered Animal, with a hunters gun pointed directly at her.

"See" Wednesday observed "So curious' she scanned Enid's face, ignoring the question. Wednesday noticed the wolf's nervousness and as she was not able to determine whether it was uncomfortable for her or not she stepped back to give her some space to breathe. She was of course hoping to tease Enid but that did not mean she had to be so predatory about it.

Enid sighed. Even she couldn't tell if she feared Wednesday or was attracted to her but after that interaction she just cleared her throat and spoke trying to avoid looking too interested. But Enid could not deny the warmth she felt at the closeness and the twinge of annoyance she felt after it had left.

"Do you have what I need?" She asked timidly. She scaled her eyes across Wednesday's body, her mind betraying her with thoughts of what she would look like writhing underneath her.

"Depends on what you came for?" Wednesday smirked again, as if reading her mind and rather proud of the reaction she had received from Enid. The blonde bit her lip to stop herself from giving in and continued to fight the urge to play into Wednesday's little game.

"The suppressants" she nodded, mostly trying to convince herself to agree that that is what she needed. They stared at each other for a moment, Wednesday giving Enid the chance to re-evaluate all of her options before she finally broke eye contact turning away from her.

"So incredibly dull" Wednesday sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. She had been rather charmed by Enid and was fascinated with werewolves in general so for this opportunity to pass by was a troubling concept for her.

"Hey I told you not to say that" Enid spat out still offended at Wednesday's obvious insult.

"I can say whatever I want" Wednesday folded her arms in protest. She wasn't one to keep her opinions to herself and she sure as hell would not let anyone dictate her free speech... No matter how cute they were.

"No you can't" Enid corrected her, somewhat delighted that the conversation had turned sour. Atleast this way the attraction may subside and she could actually focus on not getting to close and personal to the infamous Wednesday Addams. A journey like that is known to be insanely dangerous and Enid was 100% certain she would not survive.

"Care to waver?" Wednesday challenged. Enid took a moment to process what Wednesday had said. The vocabulary she used was so proper and every word had a somewhat disarming aroma around it. It intrigued Enid.

"Could've just said Bet but I'll bite" Enid rolled her eyes and smiled, feeling unnaturally comfortable in a conversation with Wednesday Addams all of a sudden.

"You promise?" Wednesday spoke quietly but the smug look on her face revealed to Enid that she had heard correctly and she let out a breathy chuckle in response.

"what?" She asked anyway anticipating that Wednesday would repeat herself. Did she realise the effect she was having on Enid or was this all just a game for her amusement. Was this even real? Was Enid actually still dreaming right now? What was happening?

"Nothing" she hummed, momentarily allowing herself to be comfortable.

"Bet!" Enid panicked and slashed her hand imitating one of her favourite memes joyfully, attempting to make light of the suggestive conversation. It was extraordinary what her brain told her to do in these kinds of situations, never fails to surprise even Enid herself.

"Why on earth would you do that?" Wednesday asked, leaning back lightly to avoid being karate chopped by the curious girl.

Enid was on the verge of becoming feral and lecturing the other girl on all things social media.. She debated with herself... It could either be a brilliant distraction or a mind numbing task that would surely push her over the edge so she stayed put for now settling on...

"Its a meme like wanna bet but just bet with like the button and- it's funny Wednesday" Enid raised her voice a bit at the blatant disdain the Addams girl had for anything remotely interesting to a normal teenager.

"Debatable" she said "Frivolous nonsense really" she criticized naturally.

"To you maybe" Enid blurted out defensively.

"It should be to most but we spend an alarming amount of time as a society attached to our phone screens like zombies, scrolling through brainless posts and memes as you say" Wednesday spat mocking the word.

Enid just sighed again. There she was. The cold and distant Wednesday she knew and ... Well she knew... Well kind of knew ... Whatever you get the point. But atleast this would deter Enid from jumping her bones.

"Whatever Wednesday. Can I have the pills or not?" Enid decided to just get on with the transaction. No games. No suggestive undertones. No problems.

"You said 8 O'clock" Wednesday raised her eyebrows.

"I know but surely you have-" Enid suddenly panicked and distressed at the idea of having to wait an entire hour before this feeling went away.

"No I do recall the time being 8 O'Clock" Wednesday rubbed her chin and pursed her lips as if to mimick a philosophers thinking face.

The shameless teasing was starting to get Enid worked up and her eyes glowed as she huffed.

"I need them now!" she growled out her fangs appearing effortlessly as she became unable to control the wolf inside her.

"It is not my fault that you're too punctual" Wednesday remarked, barely flinching at the outburst.

"I'm cutting it a bit close as it is Wednesday!" She began pacing back and forth in a worrisome way. "My whole body feels like it's on fire" Enid admitted, gritting her fangs, while clenching and unclenching her fists in an attempt to settle her wolf.

"Well then some even more unfortunate news for you then" Wednesday started and Enid's face weakened at her dull demeanor "My guy is running late so it's more like a 2 hour wait" she clasped her hands together professionally.

"Typical" the blonde grumbled out, her skin becoming itchy and her face faltering with every breath she took.

"Or opportunistic" Wednesday thought aloud, unclear whether this was deliberate or not Enid looked at her with doubt.

"Do I even wanna know?" She asked but before the Seer could answer Enid had doubled over in pain only looking up to bare her fangs towards Wednesday.

"Enid your fangs are captivating" Wednesday stepped forward daringly raising her hand up to Enid's face. She seemed captivated, smitten absolutely entranced by the sight in front of her.

"Again thanks but umm Wednesday I feel all jittery and nervous and helple-" her words wavered as Wednesday ignored her and grasped Enid's chin with her hand, lifting her chin ever so slightly to examine her features.

"I have that effect on people" she stated, while Enid groaned. Wednesday was well aware that her so-called off putting presence was actually rather appealing to plenty of students at Nevermore. She blamed goth culture for this and put it down to mindless mass adoration.

"It's not you it's the full moon" she let out a breathy laugh, watching Wednesday's eyes scan across her face before meeting her own. Although she had acknowledged that realistically she could be having these thoughts about anyone and the fact that it was Wednesday Addams meant this wasn't exactly true.

"Listen if you would prefer to lie to yourself to make you feel better then that's absolutely fine... But I'm almost 100% certain you're also nervous because of me" Wednesday's lips twitched with the threat of a smile as she looked down at Enid.

"Bit full of yourself aren't you" she attempted to snark at her but her words became drowned in a low growl when she felt another sharp pain in her side.

"Not entirely" Wednesday told her honestly "But..." She moved her hand to stroke up the werewolf's cheek and held it in place. Enid's sharp breath slowed as she steadied her breathing and raised her head to look at the pale girl in front of her.

Wednesday guided Enid upwards and she straightened her body, following Wednesday's eyes and letting the girl guide her into a now standing position. Enid's mouth opened as if she was going to speak yet no words came out. She remained speechless at how rapidly the pain had subsided with nothing but a light touch to her cheek from the captivating woman in front of her.

"Feeling better?" Wednesday asked, although it was obvious she knew the answer.

"What was that? What did you do?" Enid asked, taking into consideration that Wednesday was basically a Witch so who's to say that wasn't just something of a spell.

"Nothing" she spoke, uninterested, removing her pale hand from her warm cheek. It was clear to Wednesday that Enid was in denial so she would be patient and let the blonde come to her own conclusions.

"That wasn't nothing Wednesday the pain just completely disappeared!" Enid was shocked at the own volume of her voice but she couldn't help it, she was absolutely baffled.

"Again I did nothing, no spells, no remedies just good old fashioned healing properties of contact to an animal experiencing touch withdrawal" she explained but Enid still stared at her accusingly "In fact it won't last long you should be experiencing the same discomfort in about 3-2-1 ..."

And of course on cue she kneeled over in agony "Ahhhh" she screamed, followed by a harsh and loud growl as her claws shot out aggressively. "Wednesday what are you doing to me?!" She strained out, pleading up at the Addams Girl.

"Enid... It perplexes me how little you know of your own species" Wednesday scolded her instinctively.

"No I know werewolves have a chance of going into heat before a full moon but Its not suppose to hurt-urhhh- this much is it?" Enid questioned her, while still clutching at her sides.

"Only when denying yourself the touch of someone who is as alluring as I am I'm sure" Wednesday smirked again and Enid bit her tongue to avoid outing herself further.

"You didn't get told about this and you didn't have any surpressants? Do you even have anyone who teaches you these things honestly it's-" Wednesday was about to lecture Enid on her own species, she had had a fascination with werewolves and thier behaviour ever since she was a little terror.

"Fuuuuck ow! Touch me again" Enid groaned out cutting Wednesday off and inching forward. She couldn't help it the pain was unbearable and it wasn't like she wasn't attracted to the Addams girl. In fact the truth was she knew exactly why her wolf had guided her to Wednesday and it sure as hell wasn't for pills.

The words came out much more sexual than she had intended and this was clear when the raven haired girl's eyes went wide before a smirk grew on her face once again.

"Excuse me?" She tilted her head, still unfazed by Enid's pain, although it did disparage her to admit she wasn't enjoying it like she usually would. Torture was a topic Wednesday was an expert in. But when she was not inflicting it herself and the innocent girl in front of her was not only beautiful but didn't deserve it, it was less appealing to her sadistic side. Enid also fell under the rare list of people Wednesday didn't intend to bring any harm to at Nevermore, so she couldn't even enjoy this.

"Touch me!" She growled out harshly, baring her fangs and lunging towards Wednesday with ferocity.

Wednesday moved swiftly to the side, allowing Enid's claws to narrowly miss her face as she reached the side of her. But in one brave move Wednesday caught the werewolf around the waist, spinning them both around and moving her back into her arms.

Enid gasped at the movement, mouth slightly open in shock, her arms still lightly swinging at her sides as her whole body untensed at Wednesday's touch.

"Gladly." Wednesday whispered holding Enid in place.

Enid took sharp, shallow breaths panting as she looked into Wednesday captivating eyes. She only looked away when she felt Wednesday cold fingertips grazing lightly up her forearm. Her thoughts turned primitively crazy but her body completely settled as her eyes followed Wednesday's hand.

"This is such a bad idea" she visibly gulped, but there wasn't a single urge in her mind, body or soul that wanted to remove herself from Wednesday secure grip.

"Exhilarating though isn't it?" Wednesday pulled Enid closer with a light tug and in response she moved her arms up to wrap them soundly around The other girls neck. "Now watch this" she whispered softly against Enid's lips before closing the gap between them with no resistance from the werewolf.

Their lips collided in a passion filled frenzy, Enid's hands travelling around Wednesdays body gripping at her clothes, feral with the other girl's touch and letting her impulses take over.

Wednesday smiled into the kiss, infatuated with the idea of Enid desiring her to the point of self destruction, only pulling back to ask "Are you sure?" Out of respect for the werewolf.

The absence of Wednesday's lips caused Enid to blink out of her amorous state and pant breathlessly. Wednesday stared at her awaiting confirmation of consent.

"Yes I'm sure" she nodded frantically absolutely infatuated with how incredible it felt to finally kiss Wednesday.

"Because I was just teasing-" Wednesday tried to give further information and the opportunity to change her mind.

"Wednesday" Her own name sounded melodious to her ears,coming from Enid's mouth.

"Yes little wolf" she allowed a small reassuring smile to grace her lips.

"Touch me" she connected their lips again, finally allowing herself to fully submit to her animalistic urges with none other than Wednesday Addams. WEDNESDAY FREAKING ADDAMS.

Hope y'all enjoyed 😋 This turned out way longer than expected but I had fun writing it so...