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[literallygwenandjinx]

winona ryder as veronica sawyer was literally perfect casting

[jjkamochoso]

How do you think jjk men would court their crush? Feel free to add anyone you want but I would love to read about Choso.

OMG SO CUTE!!!! Thanks for the request and I hope you like it <3

JJK Men Courting Their Crush

A/n: okay so for this, I chose to depict most situations as their first time doing a certain courting activity with you so they’re a lil nervous and haven’t made their crush on you explicitly clear🫣 I hope that’s alright and makes sense!! And I can do a part 2 of them doing the same courtship things but with a confession, just lmk if that’s something you guys want🫶 please enjoy below!!

JJK men x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Yuji: cooking for you

“So, y/n, what do you think?”

Yuji was standing over you as you took a bite of the dish he made. Nervous energy was radiating off of him. He didn’t have much experience in the romance department but knew that usually the quickest way to someone’s heart is through their stomach. He wanted to treat you to some of his favorite dishes as a way to show you that you mean a great deal to him and hopefully get to know you better over a good meal. He had prepped in the school’s kitchen all day after spending hours trying to decide which entrees you’d like the best. He thought back to the times you all went out to eat in the city and what you ordered, then thought about what recipes he knew that were similar. As he was cooking, he hoped you liked what he made enough to where he could eventually do it for you every night.

As soon as it hit your tongue, you felt the warmth of the lovingly cooked food spread through your body. You could tell he spent lots of time on this for you and you were extremely flattered that he would go out of his way to do something like this for you.

“Yuji, it’s absolutely divine. I haven’t had something this yummy in years.”

Yuji put a hand on the back of his neck, sheepish from your compliments.

“I’m really glad you liked it. I have some more recipes that I’ve been meaning to try out and you would be the perfect taste tester if you’re up for doing this often.”

Your eyes lit up. “That would be amazing! But are you sure you wouldn’t mind cooking for me that much?”

“Of course,” he said earnestly, “it’d be tons of fun. Besides, I really like hanging out with you.”

And I really like being the cause of your adorable smile! he wanted to say, but decided to save those words for another time. Chatting and laughing with you was enough for now—maybe he’d cook up enough confidence one day to tell you how he really feels about you.

Megumi: making you playlists

Megumi couldn’t stop fidgeting as he waited for you to meet up with him before class. You had mentioned that you wanted new songs to listen to so when you asked him for recommendations, he took the collecting of songs very seriously. He was never good with his words so maybe you’d get the hint that he had a crush on you from some of the songs he chose. He heard your steps coming down the hall and it was like he forgot how to stand and breathe like a normal human being. He shoved his hands in his pockets and studied a stray rock lying on the ground to look busy.

“Hey Megumi!” you greeted, making him jump slightly. He mumbled out a “hello” and immediately dug into his backpack, a CD emerging from its inky depths.

“Well, I, uh-I didn’t know if you used Spotify or YouTube or something else but I know you mentioned having a CD player so… yeah. Here.”

He thrusted the CD into your hands without meeting your eyes. The plastic case held a disc that said “Y/n’s Playlist” in sharpie.

“Thank you so much!” you said, inspecting it, “I’ll give this a listen after class. I really do appreciate you taking the time to do this for me.”

“It’s nothing,” replied Megumi, running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh wait, I won’t know the song names or artists when I listen to this. Wanna come over later and help me make a track list?”

Megumi felt his face burn up with a blush. “Y-yeah. That, uh, sounds great.”

He’d definitely have to make you more playlists and keep forgetting to include that pertinent information!

Yuta: complimenting you nonstop

“Y/n! I like your shirt!”

“Y/n! Great fighting form!”

“That joke was hilarious, you’re so funny, y/n!”

These were things you were used to hearing when you were around Yuta. He was always showering you with compliments, not that you were complaining. He had a major crush on you and wanted to start letting you know that he saw, appreciated, and admired you without revealing his full feelings for now. You and your classmates were training on the field and Yuta was your sparring partner.

“Wow, you really pinned me down quick! That was amazing,” Yuta said as you extended a hand to help him up.

“You’re always so sweet, thank you,” you replied. “You were really good, though, too! I’m sure you’ll get me next time. You’re super strong.”

Yuta felt his breath hitch in his throat. He was superb at giving compliments but horrible at receiving them.

“Geez, that, umm… it means a-a lot coming from you because you’re so great. Thank you.”

“Please, I’m not that cool! You’re awesome as well,” you told him.

“Yeah, but not as awesome as you!”

It seemed that you two were stuck in a never ending cycle of compliments. After a few more rounds of back and forth, you agreed that you were both cool and strong and whatever other positives you could think of. Yuta left the field in high spirits, thinking of all the creative ways he could tell you how cute you were the next time he saw you.

Inumaki: giving you flowers

Toge stood, clippers in hand, eyeing the flowers in front of him with an intensity rarely seen from the blonde. He was trying to decide on which flowers to cut to make you a bouquet. Taking flowers for personal purposes would normally be extremely frowned upon but he was the plant caretaker and figured he could get away with snipping a few here and there. He thought back to all of your previous conversations, wracking his brain for any moments you might have mentioned a favorite all those times you walked here together. He remembered you’d said you liked them all so he really couldn’t choose wrong. When he made up his mind and clipped his picks, he smiled under his pulled up collar. He walked over to your dorm, an extra pep in his step.

“Toge! Hi!” you greeted kindly as you opened your door. His collar was now pulled down and you felt your heart swell at seeing his cursed marks curled in a happy expression. You were afraid you were about to get pranked when you saw he had his hands behind his back, but your fears were quelled when he presented you with a small bouquet of flowers.

“These are for me?” you asked, surprised.

He shook his head. “Salmon.”

“You’re the best! Thank you!”

You grabbed him into a hug, careful not to crush the flowers. He’d keep bringing you bouquets until either you got the hint that he liked you as more than a friend or he got the courage to write out his feelings.

Noritoshi: writing you letters

It was hard to make friends at the Kyoto school since your classmates were always so on edge about letting people get close, but you and Noritoshi had somehow bypassed that fear and your acquaintance turned into something deeper over the years. Unfortunately for Noritoshi, his feelings now dove even deeper than that, finding himself in the throes of a crush. Unsure of what to do, he’d tried ignoring the nagging feelings in heart every time you spoke to each other, but it never work. After much introspection and consideration, he determined that it would be wise to see if you felt the same. If you did, great. If you didn’t, he’d be released from the constant “what if’s” running through his mind. As he started putting pen to paper, he felt his confidence falter. Who pours their feelings into a letter instead of speaking face to face? Is that cowardly? He changed gears; this letter wouldn’t be of romantic intent, per se, but just of a way to get to know you better and show you he cares about what you think, how you feel, and whatever else he managed to write before his fingers failed him. When he nervously slipped the sealed paper under your dorm door a few days later, he anxiously awaited to see when you would mention it in your face to face conversation with him—you didn’t.

Imagine his surprise when he was greeted with his own letter hours later! You had expressed your delight in his letter and wanted to keep him as a consistent pen pal for the near future. Noritoshi’s hands grasped your letter, fingers tracing your words. With this new open view of each other’s hearts, your private conversations safe from prying ears, he yearned for the day he could tell you the truth of his heart before it was spilled in ink.

Todo: carrying/lifting things for you

Aoi knew you were more than capable of handling things yourself but he wanted to show you that he’d be your perfect, strong protector so he’d always offer to carry whatever you were holding, no matter how big or small. At school? He’d carry your books. Grocery shopping together? He’d lift all the heavy items in and out of the cart. Need to move your car but you’re too lazy to get up? Consider it done—he just picked it up and moved it. He hoped that by continuing to show up for you like this, you’d see how much he really likes you. Of course, he wouldn’t be afraid of speaking to you about his crush on you, but he would rather go out of his way to impress you first before stating his obvious attraction to you.

“Y/n! Let me get that for you!”

Your dorm room door was propped open and Aoi had shown up, seemingly out of nowhere, when you were struggling to move some furniture around in your room. He lifted the couch with ease and shot you an award winning grin and wink.

“Just tell me where you want it.”

You pointed to a spot near the window and he put the couch down gracefully, barely making a sound.

“Anything else I can help with?” he asked eagerly. He’d rearrange the layout of the entire school if you asked him to—anything to make you happy!

Gojo: buying you gifts

Satoru was not the type to outright tell someone he had a crush on them. You know, the whole “love is the greatest curse of all” thing? He’d much rather ignore those feelings in hopes of them disappearing. So when he found himself fawning over you nonstop, he didn’t know the right way to convey his desire to connect with you on a deeper level. He might’ve been running on empty in regard to romantic skills, but his bank account was severely overflowing. He began to take mental notes on everything you looked at and put back while in Tokyo during your shopping trips and visited those places to buy all of it on his own.

“I got this for you.”

Satoru had several bags by their handles that he gently nudged toward you. Confused, you opened them, greeted by multiple items that you had taken notice of but didn’t have the funds to purchase. You didn’t remember Satoru even being there when you were browsing them in the first place.

“Satoru, how did you-”

“I pay attention more than people think,” he shrugged, glad to have his blindfold covering his eyes so you couldn’t see how they softened when they met yours.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” you said, trying not to cry tears of happiness.

He chuckled. “I know. You deserve nice things, though. If you can’t treat yourself, then allow me to.”

He was glad he turned infinity off to feel your arms wrap around his in a tight hug. Even if the words evaded him at the moment, he’d be sure to keep showing how much he cares for you by giving you things to remember him by.

Geto: taking you to the farmer’s market

“Come, y/n, I have a fun morning planned for us.”

Suguru had texted you and invited you to the local farmer’s market. You, of course, accepted readily, and now that he was here to pick you up, he was starting to feel a little nervous. Your friendship was a wonderful thing but Suguru craved to get to know you better and see if you shared the same romantic affections he was feeling toward you. He figured that going somewhere low key like a farmer’s market would be great to cultivate easy conversations. As you two walked together, admiring the handiwork of the local artists, you shivered from a cold breeze that kicked up. Suguru was quick to remove his outer layer and drape it over your shoulders.

“Oh, Suguru, I don’t want you to get cold.”

“I’m alright, I promise. I’d rather be a little chilly than see you freeze on my behalf. May I buy you a warm drink as well?”

After that, you were nice and toasty and he glad he could help in any way he could. When the market was closed and you two walked back home, you decided to make a visit here an every week occurrence. Suguru was sure that in a few weeks’ time, he’d prove to you that he’d be a great partner.

Nanami: cooking with you

Kento wasn’t sure how to approach the topic of his romantic feelings toward you. He valued straightforward communication, but he couldn’t find it within himself to outright express his desires for romance right now. Instead, he opted to show you he cared by inviting you over to cook a meal together. He had asked you to pick a recipe and went shopping for all the ingredients. Now that you were finally over at his place, he felt his palms getting sweaty as saw you chopping vegetables, looking extremely cute while doing so. You gave him a sweet smile when you noticed him staring and he quickly looked away, a blush apparent on his cheeks. You dropped the veggies into the hot pan and he started cooking them. You two worked well together, never in each other’s ways and able to partake in conversation while keeping the task at hand. When dinner was ready, you were ecstatic that everything tasted delicious.

“Is it alright if I ask you to join me again sometime soon?” Kento asked.

“I would love nothing more,” you replied sweetly, his stomach now teeming with butterflies.

Choso: stargazing with you

Choso had zero experience with any type of romantic love. He was the expert in familial loyalty, a prime example of being a great big brother, but being a boyfriend? Not his forte. However, his desire to woo you outweighed his nerves so that’s what led him to call you and tell you to meet him outside one night. He read online that looking at the stars is a good way to induce romance and he was determined to prove to you that he’d be a worthy partner. You were taken aback when you saw he had set up blankets on the ground and put out picnic baskets of snacks. He had even wrapped you up in another blanket so you didn’t get cold! Once you were settled, you both chatted about anything and everything as you gazed at the wonders of the night sky.

“Choso! A shooting star, quick, make a wish!”

It was quiet for some time.

“What’d you wish for?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“I’m not supposed to say or else it won’t come true,” you teased, nudging his arm. “What about you?”

He was studying the sky before he looked back at you. “I wished to keep having the privilege of sitting here with you as many days as I can.”

You felt yourself go shy at his confession but it certainly wasn’t unwelcome. After that, you had plans in place to meet up again in a few days to do it all over. Choso was hoping that his next wish would also come true—that he’d be confident enough to bring the true feelings of his heart to light.

Toji: inviting you to local music shows

There was nothing better to Toji than a cheap activity, an attractive person by his side, and the promise of alcohol. That’s what led him to extend an invitation to you to join him at a small concert being held by a band you both liked. When you met him outside the run down venue, Toji felt his heart rate pick up as he saw how good you looked. His calm and collected demeanor didn’t change a bit, though, as he lazily threw an arm over your shoulder and walked with you inside.

“This place is super cool, Toji,” you said, taking in your surroundings.

He smirked. “I knew you’d like it. Wanna get something to drink?”

Toji wasn’t known for having tons of money but he liked you enough to pay for the first round of your drinks. As the band finished setting up their equipment and started playing their first song, you had a blast dancing along while he kept stealing glances at you between sips of his drink, relieved that you were having fun. You were able to convince him to dance with you after a few more drinks (not that the drinks affected his decision making—he just couldn’t deny a request from someone as hot as you). As the night wound down and he walked you home, he felt an excitement spark in his heart that he hadn’t known in a long time. He hoped that one day he’d stop being a coward and tell you he really liked you, but for now, he’d be content just holding you in his arms—and definitely keeping an eye out for flyers with information for the next show.

[writtenbyan-aries]

POOKIE WHEN ARE WE GETTING SOME MORE COLBY FICS IM DYINGGGGG (in all seriousness I'm not tryna rush you but pleaseeee just think about writing some more soon it's been like a month I've already re-read them all like 3 times 😭🤚)

I am thankful you chose to re-read my stuff, but here!! Here’s some new Colby smut 🖤

DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction is going to contain reader cheating on boyfriend with Colby. I do not condone cheating, it’s horrible. This is strictly for fanfiction entertainment purposes only!!

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, cheating, flirting, mentions of people being drunk, kissing, hair pulling, unprotected sex, general filth

Word Count: 1.3k | unedited

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“Alright.” You sighed as you help up the weight of Leo, your beyond plastered boyfriend, “Come on, just a few more steps, okay?”

Leo groans, mumbling some incoherent words as he slowly lifts his legs onto each step.

“Okay, just-“ you huff, “Lean.. up against, yeah.” You push him back against the wall by the door and fumble to quickly get the house key attached to his key ring.

You drop them and Leo leans forward, “I’ll get’em.”

He leans too far and about knocks you both off of the porch, but the banister saves you from going back, “Leo, stand back up. I have to un-“

The door open and Colby, Leo’s roommate walks out, “I thought I heard something out here, what’s-“

You cut him off, pushing Leo up to stand, “He’s wasted. Again.”

Leo stumbles backwards, “You.. say, that. Like it’s a ba-“ he hiccups, “Bad things..”

Colby grabs him before he can move back any further, “Alright, man. Let’s get you upstairs to your bed, yeah?” Colby glances at you and you shake your head, “I’ll be in. I just-“

“Oh come on! Y/n, cheer up! It’s a p-party!” Leo slurs, “Come to bed with me!”

“I’ll.. be there in a second. I’m going to get you some water and medicine for in the morning.” You walk in behind them and go straight for the kitchen.

Colby laughs as he watches Leo stumble up the steps, “C’mon man. You gotta lift-“ he laughs, “Lifts your legs, dude. There ya go.”

You shake your head, laughing slightly as you open the fridge door. You grab two bottles of water, turning around to set them on the counter before you close the door.

You walk over to the medicine cabinet and reach up to grab the Tylenol. Your fingers push it back and you let out a frustrated sigh as you drop down from your tip toes.

“Need some help?”

Colby startles you for a second, “Oh, um. Yeah.” You laugh quietly, “You scared me. Figured you’d be up there for a little.”

“I’m pretty sure he was asleep before he even hit the bed.” Colby walks over and reaches up, big body right next to yours as he reaches up, “Here you go.”

You take the bottle and set it down, “Thanks.”

He leans against the counter, his hand resting on top, “I don’t..” he sighs, “Stop me if I cross a line, but.. isn’t this his fourth night in a row getting wasted like this? I mean I’m not trying to judge.. or anything, but-“

“Yeah.” You cut him off, scoffing as you lay a hand on your forehead, “Yeah.”

Colby stays silent and you take a deep breath, looking over at him, “I’ve tried talking to him.. I-I- I’ve tried telling him that drinking isn’t-“ you shake your head, “Colby.” Your voice breaks, “What.. what do I do?”

He tilts his head, raising his brows as he shrugs, “Whatever you want, y/n. I don’t think-“

“No, Colby. Please. I need someone to tell me something.” You turn towards him and he turns his head towards you, staring at you while he thinks.

“Please.” Your voice is a whisper and Colby reaches up, brushing hair from your face, “I think someone out there can treat you better, someone who has gotten to know you without actually being with you.”

He steps closer, “I think I could treat you better than he can.” He bends down, lifting you up onto the counter, and it’s game over.

His lips are on yours.

Your hands sliding his shirt up his body.

His hands working to pull your shorts down as you move your hips side to side.

“You woke up at three in the morning, might as well make it worth it, yeah?” Colby mumbles as he leans back, discarding his shirt to the floor.

“Just..” you pull him back in, kissing him as you spread your legs and push his sweats down, “Shut up and fuck me.”

He smirks and pulls up into the edge of the counter, his lips on yours as he pulls your panties to the side and thrusts into you.

You throw your head back, one arm around his neck, your other hand flat on the countertop next to you.

“Oh my-“ you lay your forehead against his chest, biting down onto your lip as he thrusts roughly into you.

“Look at me, look at me.” Colby groans, grabbing your hair and tilting your head back, “You deserve so much better than what you’re getting. You hear me?”

You nod, mouth open as your eyes roll back.

“Words, baby.” Colby wraps your hair around his head, gaining full control. You whimper, eyes opening to look at him, “I deserve so much better.”

You swallow, “You can be my better.”

“I’ll kick him out tomorrow.” Colby bites down on his lip, watching as your face twists and turns with the best pleasure you’ve ever received, “Fuck, you are so beautiful.”

You gasp, your walls clenching around him as you reach the edge, “F-fuck, Colby. Colby.” Your nails dig into his skin, creating red trails as they drag across his shoulders, “Y-yes!”

Colby’s lips press against yours as he tries to silence your moans, “quiet, princess.”

“He’s passed out. Probably wouldn’t give a fuck anyway.” You pant, “Fuck, Colby. I-I’m-“ you gasp, nails digging into his skin as you finally spill over into that euphoric feeling that you’ve been seeking.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me. I got you.” Colby whispers, “Fuck, y-you- fuck.” He pulls out, spilling his cum onto your thigh, “Shit, shit.”

You rest your head back against the closed cupboards, “That..” you laugh slightly, “I can’t believe that just happened.”

Colby fixes his sweats and walks away for a second.

You lay a hand over your mouth, tears welling up in your eyes, “That..” you take a deep breath, laughing away the tears, “Oh fuck.”

Colby steps towards you, wiping off your leg with a towel, “Sorry if I-“

“No, oh god no.” You look up at him, “I don’t..” you take a deep breath, “I don’t regret this, I just.. the timing.. of it..”

He nods, a small smile playing on his lips, “Yeah, no, I completely get it. But I’m sorry if I made you feel-“

“Colby.” You cut him off, “You have nothing to be sorry for, you want to know why?”

He looks up at you, “Tell me, baby.”

You smirk, tilting your head, “Because you have treated me better in these last few months than Leo has. Everytime I’ve hung out here, you were always the one to offer me a drink or food or whatever the case may be.”

“Leo is an immature little boy and I’m just glad we both realized what kind of person he is before he fucked over either one of us over.” He tucks hair behind your ear and kisses your forehead, “Sleep on the couch tonight. I don’t want you anywhere near him.”

You nod, “Already planned on it, but thank you.” You smirk and slip down off the counter, bending down to grab your shorts and fix your panties, “I’m just.. scared how he’ll react you know.”

Colby nods, “I’ll be there, I mean, if you want me to be.”

You nod, “Please, at least hide upstairs or something? I’ll tell him you went out with Sam or.. whatever.”

Colby fights back a smile and you tilt your head, “What?”

He shakes his head, “Nothing, nothing, I just..” he walks over, wrapping his arms around you, “Just thinking about after he leaves, how much sex we’re going to have.”

You laugh, “Colby.”

“What? Celebration sex, ya know?”

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I feel like this kinda sucked but aw well. Let me know what you think! I love you all so much. Thanks for reading and I’ll catch you in the next one! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[darlingdaisyfarm]

okay so your boy genius in love fic you just posted??? HOTTTTT AUDGDHGSJS. covering my face and blushing. literally once i finished reading, i scrolled back up to re-read it two more times, i'm not even joking about that. your writing is so goodddd and i especially adore your smutfics <3<3<3<3.

and also. slams my hands on the table. YES stan pines. he's like my brother in law (in a silly way, because i'm just obsessed with ford >w<).

for non-smut, i really like when people write stan tired or taking naps and whatnot in a happy way. like when you find a warm spot and have no responsibilities and just sleep... that, but a loving stan x reader is seriously my favorite soft thing for him. (or even if it's x character, that's fine too, i'm not picky, you know?)

though truly my most favorite is when it's stan and ford (in a brotherly/sibling way), because in my head they're each others' favorite person. like, yes i can see them dating someone, but that someone has got to be comfortable with these two old farts just randomly taking naps with each other, too, XD. sometimes one of them just needs their brother.

BUT that dynamic can still be fun for x readers if you do a stan x reader x ford sort of thing! for some people, smut fics like that squick them out, which is understandable, but i personally enjoy them anyway🎀. but like, this with just domestic fluff🥺🥺🥺... i really enjoy it.

oh and you can also do halfway, too. ford x reader where you and him have to take care of stan, or maybe stan x reader where you have to take care of ford! which could develop into stan x reader x ford, but it doesn't have to do that.

anyway back to just stan lol. for mullet or just 18 and above i mostly just enjoy comforting him, because the fandom likes to put that man in so many situations XD. i want him to feel safe and cry on my shoulder, and then i want to feed him a bunch of pancakes and just give him a bath. cutesy comfort things<3.

as for smut stuff with him, i like when young to mullet stan is a top because he's so cheesy and used to being so fake, like a salesman, and i think it would be fun to see him gradually break into a horny mess while he's topping the reader X3.

as for older stan, especially sailing version of him, i LOVE when he bottoms, because it's like he's finally allowing himself to be vunerable<3. i imagine reader would tease him until he feels like crying, and then fuck him silly. but i understand if bottom stan isn't really your thing lol. i just think he should get pegged, as a treat<3.

- 🌊 anon i guess? i forget if you have people doing anon signatures or if i'm thinking of someone else lol. hopefully nobody else has signed off with that yet :3

AAAAAAAAA isn’t this such a TREAT?? all this delicious content about this old man?? anon you’re WONDERFUL. please. let me talk to you because THATS INSANE. UHGG let’s get into itttt, 🌊 anon is out here speaking MY LANGUAGE

and yes, the signature stuff, that’s me! hi. it was always me

nsfw topics under the cut

first off!!! TIRED Stan is peak serotonin. like, this grumbly, heavy-boned man finally letting himself rest? are you kidding me? there is nothing better. drooping eyes in front of the tv, grunting through yawns (my brain just imagined Alex Hirsch voicing this and it's both cute and funny), curling up somewhere he doesn’t belong and snoring before you even finish your sentence, gahahaha. i mean bro will knock out in the kitchen chair, on the porch, halfway through a conversation with you, he cultivated this talent in himself. and you just throw a blanket over him cuz “yeah. this is what he deserves”

and yes, yes, YES to reader being there to witness that softness<3 brushing back his hair when it falls over his eyes. watching his chest rise and fall. letting him fall asleep on YOUR THIGH and not daring to move for hours, getting sore and needing to stretch but NO DONT MOVE THIS PUPPY IS SLEEPING ON YOU. he’s a big worn-out bear and you’re the patch of moss he chose to crash into. stab me with a heart-shaped knife

now. STAN AND FORD BROTHERLY NAP..... you know, i almost tore my damn face apart from smiling when I saw that adorable illustration in journal 3 where Stan and Ford are sleeping, leaning on each other, like, why the hell didn’t they show that in the show, huh

those two old weirdos just finding each other in the middle of the day and being like “hey. y’wanna sit down for a second?”

“. . .yeah. guess i do.”

next thing you know they’re both snoring in unison on this old armchair. one of them with a hand on the other’s arm. or forehead-to-shoulder like two big dogs. DOMESTIC BROTHERS YESAAASS!!! i love stangst with all my heart, but there's nothing better than seeing these two twins just... fucking HAPPY, u know

and yes, whoever’s dating either of them better be prepared for this to happen at any moment. you cannot separate them. not anymore!

and NOW. ohhh you opened the floodgates—

“ford x reader where you and him have to take care of stan”

“stan x reader where you have to take care of ford”

“could develop into stan x reader x ford...but doesn’t have to”

anon, PLEASE HEAR ME OUT. my fanfic was ALREADY like this. it was mullet!Stan x reader taking care of Ford, literally. there was so much brotherhood moments. and now talking about this, there was this one moment in fic. Stanley meets Bill. and Bill’s doing his whole creepy manipulations, playing with his mind, like “oh Stanley Pines, don’t you wanna see what could’ve happened” and shows him the multiverse, every possible outcome of him being kicked out that night 10 years ago. and in ONE of them, Stan comes back, because his plan to earn millions fucked up. so he gave up quickly and comes all exhausted, worn down, very hungry. he knocks on Filbrick’s door because he’s got nothing left and Ford opens it.

and the second Ford sees his own twin, ALIVE and breathing, he SCREAMS, panic and hope all at once “pa! ma! IT'S STANLEY!! STANLEY IS HERE, HES ALIVE!” and everyone RUNS and it’s just. crying. hugging. sobbing. no words.

(in this universe, Ford got so sick and depressed after Stan got kicked out that he couldn't continue studying anywhere at all)

and this is just ONE universe. ONE possibility. and Bill showed him that. i am not okay about it still

but enough about that

YES PLEASE. give me that scenario where one of the boys gets sick or emotionally knocked down and the other two step in like the most mismatched nursing staff in the world! i want Ford carefully measuring out medicine while you’re spoon-feeding Stan some soup and trying not to laugh at his pouty frown<333 or Stan grumbling about being fine but secretly loving how Ford tucks the blanket around him hehebehehh or you being the one who gets sick and they both go into overprotective mode

OKAY NOW TO THE REAL JUICE

“but i understand if bottom Stan isn't really your thing” NONO HE IS EXACTLY MY THING. like you don’t even understand how much joy i get from big stubborn Stan finally letting someone take care of him, especially older Stan. him squirming under you, red-faced, trying to make a joke but you just press a little deeper, making him gasp and the words die in his throat

i also love this thing of reader riding him while he tries to keep that cocky smirk up, but his hands are shaking and he’s stammering<33 not so cocky now are we, Stanley??<33 that horny bastard wants to slap my ass? NO, I'LL DO IT FIRST

I. LOVE. SAILING STAN!!! all sun-baked and salt-bitten, face buried in a pillow while you ruin him slowly, teasing his sensitive cock until he’s whining<3 reader complimenting his slightly overgrown mullet!<33 and then tugging on it. uhgghhhhhggh, im sure he begs and doesn’t even know he’s begging

and if you peg him, he tries to act like he’s doing you a favor. rolling his eyes “sure i can take it, sweetheart” BUT HA, his fists are clenched and his voice cracking. i just love him finally being safe enough to fall apart, giving you all the fake bravado and letting you melt it down.

this man was raised on shame or “boys don't cry” shit, so every time you kiss his belly or touch him with reverence he looks like he’s gonna cry. and when you do tease him to tears, when you coo over him, call him good, beautiful, sexy, funny, etc, i think he'll explode tbh... thank you, Filbrick, for not loving your son. guess that’s my job now

so yeah, bottom Stan, that’s my free therapy!!

[rapunzellovesbooks]

I find it so interesting that the most "Emmy-worthy" material of season 3 is delivered by Luke Newton (the carriage speech, the LW reveal, the final speech) and yet the press writes articles about Nicola where they can barely pin point scenes... almost like they do not watch the show. Because they do not. They care for buzz words and SM engagement and I am so sick that they only took Nicola seriously as an actress after they changed Pen´s looks and wardrobe, even though she has been giving a great performance for years and she should have been nominated for that fight with Eloise.

I adore her and I am very happy for her success, but I just cannot take critics seriously anymore. They do not care about the performances, not really. They look down on romance shows unless they can use that show to gain traction online for inclusivity, body positivity, etc.. buzz words without understanding the characters or characters motivations.

Mind you, this happens with every single BGT couple, they chose one and ignore the other, even though the other has incredible material to work with. Jonathan Bailey in favour of Simone Ashley, Rege in favour of Phoebe, no one from Queen Charlotte let us be honest...

Every year it is the same thing and I know that some people feel like Luke N. has "no chance" due to how the show was written but I disagree cause the pattern is there every year. The material Luke got was great and screen time does not get you awards. Luke N. could have been in every single scene and I know they still would have chosen to highlight Nicola because she is more online, she has had popular projects before, she is ya know "a new type of romance lead" (the fuck does that mean).

I am going to be happy for the both of them regardless of awards. I know that as fans it is really nice, but really... they did not even give JB a nomination in his season and look where he is now.

Nicola, girl, you deserved all of this much much sooner and I feel like so much of it does not even have to do with you but rather how the public uses your persona. And Luke, every single fan commented where you were on that bts reel they posted a few months back, they miss you and miss Colin. Hope you know that, hope you know that we get you better than any critic who got paid to watch the show or did not even watch it before voting like the idiots who vote for the Oscars did.

Anyway, this is me yet again getting angry at awards season, cause they are simply a way to stroke egos in Hollywood saying "look, we now notice this person, now they have value, now they are someone, praise us for praising them.".

I had to endure years of Better Call Sauld getting so many nominations and losing every single one of them. Johnny Depp got one Oscar nomination in his entire career. Freaking Emilia Perez was nominated for best movie.

I get people saying they set up Luke for failure but he loses nothing when you think about it. There are thousand of fans of other actors in the same position as us and it is the same feeling. It has nothing to do with Netflix or Shondaland or the writing of the season. It is the awards themselves, otherwise Sam Heughan would be swimming in Emmys right now.

Anyway, rant over.

But not before I say that I would love it if Nicola got nominated, but I would also love it if every interview they have with her it is not about the sex scenes and her looks. Like, that is all you took from it?!

[thefreakpanda]

I will never understand how people keep using the good old "Nesta let Feyre hunt" line when it is the most nonsensical thing and the easiest point to debunk.

Of course, we have to mention that Elain also sat safely at home and, no, "Elain is Elain" is certainly not a good counterpoint against that... Doe eyes and pretty smiles do not make up for everything.

But let's get into my points :

Eldest sister's are not second mothers.

Nesta is Feyre's eldest sister of three years and has no authority whatsoever on her little sister.

Speaking from personal experience, my younger brother and I have the same age difference and, in his youth, he made a bunch of decisions that I thought were wrong. I didn't hesitate to voice my opinions to him and did he listen? Abosultely not. Because I'm his sister, not our mother and I was a kid myself. What did I know anyway? (Not to toot my own horn but I ended up being right anyway which wasn't hard because teenage boys are STOOPID!)

It wasn't Nesta's job to keep Feyre from hunting. Feyre CHOSE to hunt. She made her own decision and it had nothing to do with Nesta.

2. Nesta didn't want Feyre to hunt.

Something that is still important to note because the way people talk about it feels like she threw her sister into the woods. She didn't. She even hated her sister for hunting and saving her family which, I agree, was wrong on Nesta's part.

3. When was the last time someone told Feyre not to do something and she actually listened?

Seriously, the entirety of the first book consists of people saying 'Feyre, don't do this' 'Don't go there' 'You might get hurt' 'You might get killed'... and Feyre doing exactly what she was told not to anyway. It's almost as though the threat gave her even more motivation.

So even if Nesta had tried to tell her sister not to hunt, do you really believe Feyre would've listened?

If something needs to be done and there's a safe way and a risky way to do it, Feyre will pick the risky way 9 times out of 10.

She also could have found a job. For example, she could have asked Isaac if she could work on his well-off father's farm. But she chose the hunting instead.

For that reason alone, saying Nesta let Feyre hunt is not only unfair to Nesta, but a complete mischaracterization of Feyre. A character some people claim to love so much.

4. Feyre made a promise to her mother.

That woman should have demanded that of her husband and no one else. Not Nesta or Feyre.

But if there is a positive thing to take from that promise, it's that it became Feyre's lifeline. It gave her purpose and kept her from falling into a pit of despair. She held on to that.

5. The most important point : there was a fucking parent in that house!

They had enough money to live on for 3 years without Feyre hunting. He could have found a job. He could have created another business that, maybe wouldn't have made him rich as a king once more, but would have fed his family.

And no, his leg is not an excuse. The limp didn't keep him from making a cane for himself or carving little wooden figurines. Didn't keep him from dragging his cot near the fire every night.

And did everyone forget that when Feyre came back home in ACOTAR, she noticed his limp had gotten better after getting his money back?

His leg didn't magically heal. It was still shattered as he counted the trunks of gold his daughter came back with. Or when he crossed the ocean when the queens called. He still had a limp when he was on that battlefield, finally fighting for his daughters.

The problem was never the limp. The shame he felt was more potent than the love he had for his children, that's all.

That man started acting like a father when he got his money back MAGICALLY. But he gets a painting, of course. Not the sister who endangered herself and went out of her way to save the world. (Forever pissed at that!)

[igotanidea]

(7) Cheater: Dick Grayson x reader

part 1/ part 2 / part 3 / part 4/ part 5 / part 6

A/N: ladies and gentlemen I give you : THE FINALE! happy early b-day @pookieisme4life 🎁🎁 (I was about to wait till 24th but it turned out impossible I am so excited to post it!!!)

***

„Who the hell are you?”

Honestly, he could care less about the ID of the mystery person, nor he hoped for the actual answer, but the initial shock did just that.

They were driving towards some unknown destination that was allegedly the location of the place Y/N was taken to.

“Nice try, Nightwing. Keep dreaming” the person, who was already deemed as a woman, laughed, swirling abruptly yet skillfully.

“Seriously you can’t just expect me to address you in a hey, you way.”

“Valid point. For the sake of it, let’s settle on calling me Shadow.”

“Fine. Whatever. Now why are you helping me?”

“I did some bad things In my life. Maybe this is my way of making up for them.”

“Huh. Seeking redemption?”

“Pretty nice trope, isn’t it?” she laughed. It was actually pretty nice to be able to use humor even in dire situations. “I was always a sucker for the character who wants to do better in their life.”

“Yeah. At least you chose a better way to do so than my brother.”

“You mean Red Hood?”

“For someone I don’t know shit about, you seem awfully knowledgeable about my family ties.”

“Intel is everything, Nightwing. And yes, I know what your other brother, Red Robin, might say.”

“Who the hell are you?!” At this point Dick was really getting curious.

“A friend.” She responded, looking right at him, her eyes shining from behind the mask.

***

“Let me go!!”

“Easy princess. Behave or this might actually get worse for you.”

“LET ME GO!!” she struggled against the binding on her wrist and the sack put on her head.

“What did I tell you, you bitch!?” She was abruptly pulled out of the car and thrown onto the ground. “Do you have a death wish?!”

“Fuck you!”

“If I were you, I’d cooperate, you little slut. Otherwise we might have to scar that pretty face of yours more than it’s necessary.”

With a sharp movement the sack was torn off her head and she had to squint her eyes from the light that hit her eyes with excessive force, reinforced by the fact she had just spent god knows how much time in a dark car with eyes covered.

“Shit…” there was no possibility to hold back the hiss and a few tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Yes. Yes sunshine, you’re in deep shit.” The kidnapper kneeled to her level and caressed her cheek in a condescending gesture, obviously misreading her tears as a sign of fear and submission. “So pretty…”

“Piss off!” she acted instinctively, ending up with a slap on the cheek and stinging sensation that only added to her anger.

“Didn’t I tell you to behave?”

“I had a stinking sack on my head, maybe there was something wrong with my hearing at the time and – “ her head spun to the side as another slap, this time far harder landed on her cheek.

“Well you definitely heard me now. And if you didn’t I won’t hesitate to remind you again. Now get up, we’re taking you to the boss.”

Great.

She was in a freaking video game, when two brainless thugs captured her for a reason that was still a mystery to her and was now taking her to the den of a final boss on the level.

***

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

Should she even be surprised that said den had a design of a video game? Dark, cold, adjourned with different kinds of weapons scattered here and there, huge desk in the middle and three monitors that took up the entire wall?

Almost grotesque.

But hey, who was she to judge the taste of Gotham’s criminals, right?

She probably should have been terrified, praying to every higher power to be saved by Batman, Red Hood, Robin or – damn – even Poison Ivy in the worst case, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to that particular emotion. It was like her brain refused to anchor in reality and everything turned into a freaking dream she was sure to wake up from any second now.

Though maybe getting back to reality in which Dick was still with Sienna and she was brokenhearted wasn’t really a good alternative.

Right. Dick.

Did he even notice her gone? Or was he too busy patching things up with his girlfriend, already forgetting about Y/N? The girl he claimed to love?

A kick in the back of the knees that send her to the floor (again) made her realize that while getting lost in her thoughts she missed the obviously very important and very detailed speech of the villain who was describing his wicked plan to take over the world and –

“Ouch!”

“Stupid bitch.”

“It hurts!” she tried to squirm away from the kicking but it was immensely hard with her hands still bound.

“Hold the fire, boys. Easy. The lady is our guest after all and this is not how we treat guests, is it?” The goons chuckled darkly, because clearly guests were deserving of a far more cruel and brutal treatment. “Now, now, don’t be scared little one. We won’t hurt you. Much. At least not until you give us what we want.”

The owner of a deep, husky voice, who clearly was the host of the party finally decided to step forward and show his face.

Well.

Not exactly showing his face.

***

 “Could you at least tell me who we’re dealing with here?!” Dick muttered, keeping his voice low as he and Shadow pulled at the abandoned building on the outskirts of Gotham. “Do you even know?”

“Why? Does it matter?” Shadow joked “Would you use a different contingency plan for Riddler and another one for Two Face?”

“Could you please stop joking about it? This is my girlfriend we’re talking about!”

The emotions started to come to the surface, and Nightwing started becoming uncharacteristically scatter-brained.

“Idiot. Keep it down!” Shadow hissed, pulling him behind the corridor crease, miraculously avoiding the watchful gaze of the guardian. “Here’s what I get for putting myself at risk. Nightwing announcing his presence to the entire compound filled with criminals. Get yourself together. Or is it too hard for you?!”

Dick grimaced. He hated himself at the moment. For both losing his cool, especially in front of someone who could hold it against him and for missing on precious time since every second counted.

“Y/N. Think about Y/N.” he muttered to himself “She needs your help. Now more than ever.”

He took a few deep breaths, calming down the storm inside him to the point where he was actually in control and capable of turning the fear and concern into anger.

If anyone touched his Y/N….

“You back?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m back.” He opened his eyes, completely focused, eyes sharp, instincts on high alert. “Tell me who’s the fucker who dared to take her.”

“Black Mask.”

“Fucker.” The word left Dick’s lips without the involvement of his brain. That was how much he loved her. The golden boy, teasing, joking and playful nightwing turned into a machine, swearing and ready to freaking kill, almost Red Hood like.

“So? Ready to kick some asses?”

“After you.” The predatory smirk blooming on his face was a sign of incoming violence and spilling blood.

***

Her screams mixed with the ones coming from the corridor in a beautiful, gory cacophony of sounds. An ode painted with blood and pain. Maybe that was why for a longer moment no one in the room actually paid attention nor was willing to try and differentiate the sources of notes in the song.

 Or maybe it was the fact that the goons’ cries were extremely high-pitched, almost reaching the same key as the yelling of a woman trapped in the torture machine, losing strength with every passing second.

“Oh no, no, no, no.” Black Mask laughed cruelly “you don’t get to pass out on me yet. Info first.” The iron grip on her wrist tightened even more, as if that was even possible, cutting into skin and muscle, amplifying the blood loss.

For the last whatever-time-passed she was kept on the edge of consciousness as if Black Mask was hoping that choking, hurting and injecting with some substance would cause her to lose inhibitions and finally blurt out the information he was so dead set on getting.

Who is Nightwing.

Who is Batman.

Any piece of information would turn out to be useful, but since the beginning of the questioning it became painfully clear that that stupid girl was either too weak or too strong to answer.

Too weak because it seemed that even the slightest amount of pain made her repeatedly pass out and too strong because on those intermittent periods where she actually was conscious and aware of the surroundings enough to talk was the one making her extremely stubborn and uncooperative.

And Black Mask was losing his patience.

Here he was, gracing that little scum with his presence instead of submitting her to the treatment of his lower men, with less than gracious methods and she had the audacity to be bratty.

A vicious circle in which he was using the moments to get information only to be refused, beating her again and ending up with a thoughtless body, achieving nothing, over and over again.  

He should have just stuck to using his rat, skillfully planted in Gotham.  

“Fuck!” he yelled seeing as once again she went limp on the chair only because he pulled her nail. “Stupid bitch!”

“Mmmmm…” Y/N muttered and for a moment the room was completely quiet save from her little whimpering.

And then –

“OUCH!”

“FUCK!”

“RETREAT!”

“The hell?” Black Mask walked to the door and looked through the peephole. “Fuck!” Seeing his guards and men being thrown in different directions, sounds of yelling and snapping bones alongside with blood streaming on the floor was not the best view before 7 p.m. and definitely not the best without his favorite drink. Under any other circumstances he would be giving zero fucks about the violence outside the safe door, but now – he had a plan to complete and no one, fucking no one would prevent him from succeeding.

The loud sound of a door’s guard crashing with the metal surface and pictorially sliding down with crushed skull caused Sionis to quickly recalibrate his plan.

Seemed like Red Hood was in the house. And not that Sionis was scared, but-

“Hold them back!” he yelled, grabbing the limp body of Y/N and rushing towards the safety exit, to the roof where his private jet was landed just in case of emergencies.

And this was clearly an emergency.

***

The door broke about 30 seconds after Black Mask rushed to the passage.

“You carry explosives with you everywhere?” Dick muttered, equally impressed and shocked.

“What? It comes in handy and -”

“AAAAH!” Both goons rushed at the two vigilantes before Shadow could finish a sentence, but their brave loud cries quickly turned to quiet, broken sobbing as they were laid down.

“Be a sweetheart and tell me where he went?” Nightwing leaned over the goon with an almost soft smile.

“mhm…” inert waving towards the passage was enough of an answer.

“Good boy. Thanks.”

***

“NO!!” she yelled as Black Mask was dragging her through the roof. Sudden realization of all the things that could go wrong making her much more valiant and strong. As long as she was still in Gotham and not exported to another city or – god forbid – country – could result in being deemed as another missing-without-trail- person.

That is – if someone was even looking for her in the first place.

Tears pricked in the corner of her eyes at the thought that she could be so easily forgotten.

And the terror she was holding back for so long, since the moment of being dragged into that black SUV, finally found a way out…

“NIGHTWING!!!”

***

“Y/N!!”

A dead man would hear that cry and even a dead man would rise from the dead at the sheer desperation beaming from the voice.

“Y/N!!! I’m coming!”

***

“You’re becoming a trouble!” Black Mask hissed, slapping her repeatedly, drawing another stream of blood this time from the broken lip.

“I – “

“I’m so done with you. Should have just killed you the second you turned out to be of zero significance to the cause. Now come here you little bitch-“

“No!!”

She blindly started to run away, only to trip (obviously) and ending up back in Sionis’ grip.

“NO!!”

He was too strong and she was too scared and stiff to fight anymore. Digging heels into the ground did no harm and was definitely no hindrance in being pulled towards the ledge of the 10-stories building.

“NO!!!!”

“Y/N!!”

Both the girl and Sionis froze for a moment as another male voice cut into the screaming match.

But it was too late.

***

“Go!” Shadow was probably the only one who didn’t lose cold blood.  “GO!”

***

She was falling.

And it was beautiful.

Knowing that she would finally be free of all the pain, of all the heartbreak, of the guilt coming with betraying another girl by sleeping with someone else’s boyfriend. Liberated from being stuck in the memories of the past when she was actually happy, before everything went to shit.

“I love you Dick…” she whispered, finally crashing to the ground.

***

“Who the hell are you?!”

“Oh, come on, not this again!” Shadow hissed, extremely dissatisfied with the fact that everyone she encountered was far more interested in getting to know her personality, rather than fearing her killer skills.

For Black Mask it took a record time of ten minutes before calling defeat and ending up bound and being taken by the GCPD.

***

“Y/N.”

She opened one eye and much to her surprise found out that she was not a celestial body looking at her bloodied pulp of a body on the pavement.

“I love you too…” the warm embrace around her was welcomed but in time started to become a little suffocating and her battered body refused to be squeezed.

“Dickie…”

“Shh… shh, I got you.” He whispered again, caressing her hair, kissing her forehead, doing everything to assure both her and himself that it was all over and that he got her, that she was safe and he would never let it happen again. Never.

“H-How? W-what happened-? I – I thought-“

“You thought so little of me, didn’t you?”

“Idiot.”

“Hey!”

“Fucking prick! I swear if it wasn’t for this – “ she swung her injured arm in the air “I’d slap the hell out of you!”

“I saved you!”

“I almost died and you’re making jokes!”

Oh. Right. Maybe, just maybe given the circumstances it was slightly inappropriate.

“Sorry.”

“Yeah. You better.” She pouted, but he knew better, wiping the unshed tears. “It’s over.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“What happened?”

“I’m an acrobat, remember? I jumped. And damn, I wish someone had that on video because it was really one of my best – Ouch! Ouch! Ok, ok! Stop it! Point taken!”

***

“How are we doing here?”

Once Sionis was seated in the back of a police car, hands were shaken and words of gratitude exchanged Shadow walked towards Dick and Y/n.

“I think she’ll live.” Dick teased with a smirk, predictably moving a safe distance away from his -- .

Right.

Maybe there was no happy ending after all with that messed up relationship thing hanging over their heads like a freaking axe.

“Can’t say the same about Nightwing though” Y/N pushed the thought away, settling on sending him a death stare for making fun of her again.

“Good. I’m glad.”

“I think you made up for whatever crime you were trying to redeem, Shadow. Thank you. I owe you. You saved my –“

“Girlfriend?” Shadow prompted, looking between Y/N and Dick, making them both blush in a bit of embarrassment.

“It’s complicated-“ they both said at the same time.

“Oh, trust me, it’s not complicated at all!” Shadow laughed

“What do you mean? You don’t know-“

“I know more than you think. Haven’t I proved that already?” Shadow turned around, making sure no one was watching and slowly took of her mask.

***

Fast forward. One week later.

Y/N was walking out of the hospital. It seemed like her arm was healing nicely and there were no complications, though her doctor was very stern while telling her she was supposed to rest and not get herself involved in any form of physical activity.

If he only knew that she was in a relationship with Gotham’s and Bludhaven vigilante.

“Y/N!”

Speaking of which, said vigilante was now honking at her from his Porsche.

“Showoff!”

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping!

She laughed and jumped inside the vehicle.

“You’re supposed to hold the doors open for me!”

“Mh. Missed you too, sunshine.” He leaned over the gearbox kissing her with a cheeky grin. “How’s the hand?”

“She’ll live.”

“Quoting me already, princess? Careful, I might think you consider me a superstar or something.”

“Idiot!”

“Ouch! You’re hurting me. But I’m willing to forgive you, giving the circumstances of late.”

He started the engine and took the way to the city.

“Yeah. Crazy, right?” her head fell onto the car’s headrest and she sighed heavily. “I mean – who would have thought…”

***

Flashback

“S-Sienna!?”

“Hey you two.”

“h-hey? What do you mean “hey”?! What is this?! Some sick joke?!”

In her stupor Y/N missed the fact that Dick was as shocked (if not more) as her. Hence it couldn’t have been any conspiracy against Y/N’s mental health.

“Whoa! Whoa! Relax!” Shadow Sienna raised her hands in surrender “Dick-“

“The hell?! How do you know? Damn it-!” he forgot about all the rules of safety and tore off his mask. Getting to the bottom of this shit was far more important.

“- I meant what I said. Really! About that redemption arc! Just – just listen to me!”

“Five minutes.”

“It was all a scheme-“

“Well let me tell you, your explanation is starting off the wrong foot” Dick groaned, pulling Y/N to his side to strengthen her mentally.

“I am Black Mask’s niece in the second line!” Sienna explained dramatically “wait-! Wait-! I have no loyalty to him! Not anymore!”

“One minute left.” Dick hissed

“It was all a plan. He had some vague idea about the ties between the one Dick Grayson and Batman and Y/N and wanted to use all of you against each other.”

“Thirty seconds.”

“Yes, fine! I was his spy for a moment, but then you two-. God! You love each other! And I just couldn’t- I couldn’t-“

Y/N wriggled out of Dick’s embrace and walked to Sienna, grabbing both her hands in her healthy one.

“Thank you.”

End of flashback

***

 “I really hope you took your golden visa with you, cause I am about to go crazy with this shopping spree.”

“Hey. No limits on Bruce’s cards. He won’t even notice the loss of a couple thousands and I got my girl back, so-“

“I think we should send-“

“I already took care of that.”

After all the trouble and drama they got their happy ending.

***

In another part of town a certain girl found a fruit and sweet basket on her doorstep. With a little, but meaningful card.

It seemed like she found her happy ending too.

One in which she was no longer used by anyone and treated as a villain.

With the view for a future of freedom.

@miraculous-panic @fullbelieverheart @xlatinaaxx @ietss @arfrona

@gracescor3 @jaysgirlx @fuzzym4m4 @peachmartini @xenop0p @madness1999sworld

@leovergurl

[lakesparkles]

Omg I can't shut up today, here are some Nam-gyu thoughts that make no sense:

Being fully honest, I'm kinda afraid of season 3 and I'm appreciating this peaceful moment before the teasers and trailers. And the main reason for this is because I worry that I'll be unhappy about Nam-gyu's arc no matter what.

(more under the cut because there are too many words)

Like, if he gets a redemption arc I wouldn't like it. If he gets over Thanos super fast and never mentions him again I wouldn't like it. But if he does something so bad it becomes impossible to keep liking him... not only I wouldn't like it, but I would be devastated for weeks.

And I imagine the reason for all of my worries is that I'm pretty much unable to predict what they're gonna do with him now. And what is funnier is that everything we know about him already is honestly very positive and exactly how I imagined him since the start.

Jaewon described Nam-gyu as someone who wishes to be loved and to be special, but it doesn't happen. I can think about this for hours, this alone says so much about him.

I wonder if someone could change his mind about it and make him feel like he wishes to be: and I think the answer is no. This seems something much more personal, and I can kinda relate to this as well. Something tells me that, even if he has someone who truly cares and loves him, he would still feel that way. I know I do this and I can easily convince myself anyone hates me with zero evidence about it, this is just how my brain is used to feel, it's even comfortable.

Take his relationship with Thanos as an example: Nam-gyu seems to believe Thanos looked down on him and didn't take him seriously. Part of him saying that may be his way with dealing with Thanos' death. But part of it seems to be genuine as well.

And the worst part is that Thanos wasn't mean to him for the most part, they truly got along greatly almost all the time. But I can also see why Nam-gyu felt that way. For the obvious example, Thanos didn't remember his name (but remembered the year he was born shhh); Thanos said he thought he chose Min-su instead of Nam-gyu during mingle; sometimes Thanos pushed him too harshly.

Nam-gyu wanted to feel equal to Thanos, but it wasn't this way. And, at the same time, he acted like a total different (and even happier) person around Thanos, as he saw him as better than himself. The Nam-gyu we saw with Thanos wasn't the same as he was with anybody else.

And now he's alone. And, again, I have no idea of what will happen

[fourmoony]

Hi oh my gosh I love literally everything you write. And you're doing poly!marauders. So excited.

Would you be willing to do something like reader doesn't have a great self-esteem so she never thought she'd find someone who'd love her just the way she is but then she found them. and is just super in love and incredibly happy?

could be nsfw too if you want.

thankyou!

you are so kind, thank you so much, angel! thanks for requesting, hope you like it :) p.s. this is my first time writing poly!marauders so be gentle pls <3

poly!marauders x f!reader | 1.2k words | masterlist

cw - implied self esteem issues

You feel content in your little bubble.

The kitchen is warm and filled with love and laughter and bodies and the conversation flows freely. It's comfortable and cosy and Remus is making soup so really, your day couldn't get any better.

James is cutting vegetables under Remus' watchful gaze and Sirius is practically hanging over Remus' shoulder, as excited as you about the pot of soup on the stove. You're content to just watch them, let them just be from your place on the counter beside the stove. Remus had chastised you'd burn the side of your leg, James had made an ill timed joke about getting to kiss it better, and said burn was yet to occur. So you sit. You watch. You smile to yourself because you're happy.

It's a daily struggle to remind yourself that you're worthy of being included in this little bubble, that the boys want you here as much as you want to be here. Some days it feels impossible, some days you feel like an intruder, like a burden they're too nice to get rid of. Then Sirius does something so stupidly Sirius and Remus will lean over, kiss the shell of your ear and thank you for being the only sane person in the house. And James asks if he can sit with you while you shower. It's not about sex. Not always, at least. James just likes to listen to your day and tell you about his without the constant buzz of conversation around him, sitting on the toilet with fogged up glasses and a smile on his face. He joins you on the bad days, helps you forget. It's peaceful, and it's your ritual.

They do everything they can to remind you, every day, that they want you there, that they love you as you love them. It's a nice feeling, to be wanted, to be loved, to be understood and appreciated. It's an even lovelier feeling to be a part of someone's routine. The showers with James, pestering Remus while he cooks dinner, reading to Sirius until he falls asleep, sprawled out across the three of you on the couch, his breaths heavy and your hand in his hair. It's a nice life you have. That counts for a lot, even on the days you don't feel worthy.

Today isn't necessarily one of those days, but it's there on your face. That 'outsider looking in' type of mood you get when you think about it for too long. You've discovered you're allowed to feel both content and undeserving at the same time - or, at the very least, that it's possible. You often wonder why Remus, Sirius, and James chose you. It's not a secret, you've asked many times and received many answers, varying in seriousness to Sirius' absurd "we tossed a coin.", to which Remus chastised him relentlessly.

You'd laughed, and that was all Sirius had needed.

Now, you're watching the three of them with the same awe you always do, and Sirius seems to catch it in the split second his eyes leave the pot of soup on the stove. He's on you in a second, not a far walk considering you're sitting so close to the gas stove that you're surprised Remus' theory of your burnt thigh hasn't come true. Sirius' eyebrows furrow in that concerned sort of way they often do when he's trying to read one of the three of you, his hands gentle as they come into contact with the pudge of your hips.

"Spill," He tilts his head, lips downturned at the corners and it makes your heart ache.

They've always urged you to be open, to share your concerns and tell them what, exactly is going on in that 'big beautiful brain of yours', as James calls it. But the look of knowing, of concern, on Sirius' face hurts. You hate that after all this time you still feel this way sometimes. Even on the good days, you catch yourself asking what you did to deserve your boys.

"Hm?" You hum, hands lifting to hold the sides of your boyfriend's face in hopes of distracting him altogether.

His hair is tied back, but you curl an index finger around a strand of stark black hair thats fallen into his face and Sirius smiles, soft and lovely, "You've got that," He waves his hand in front of your face with wiggled fingers and you laugh, "look."

"What look?" You ask, leaning forwards to press a kiss to his lips.

Now Remus, if you had tried a move like that, would tsk, tell you to spill before he rewards you, and it's why you know it'll work when you try it with Sirius. He always gives you whatever you like. His lips return the favour, hands pulling you forward a little on the counter. It's a nice kiss, a sweet kiss, until James scoffs and declares Sirius is easily manipulated.

"Am not." He grumbles, shooting your two boyfriends a dirty look.

Remus rolls his eyes into the soup, sets the lid on it to simmer at the same time James drops the knife and starts putting the vegetables into a bowl.

"C'mon, Dove, what's up?" Remus asks, hip balanced against the stove, turned to face you.

He's in his comfies, the first of the four of you to arrive home from work, earlier, and he looks so soft and warm. You know he won't give in to whatever interrogation Sirius has unknowingly started so you heave a sigh and slump back against the wall cabinets.

"Sirius is being dramatic. The 'look' I had was contentedness with a little bit of 'what on earth did I do to deserve these men?'."

Remus' lips turn up at the corners and he crowds your space, pushing an annoyed Sirius to the side for the moment, "You didn't have to do a thing. We love you as is."

You hum, delighted with the appraisal, a bashful smile coming across your lips. Remus kisses it, quick and sweet, and returns to his soup. Sirius sticks his tongue out at the side of Remus' head and you laugh. James passes the vegetables off to Remus because Sirius is not to be trusted with the good kitchen knives after the Christmas Eve in A&E incident last year, and comes up behind Sirius, arms wrapped around his waist, head firmly on his chin.

You know James' back is probably breaking at the angle, but Sirius would simply be offended for the rest of the night if James used his head instead of his shoulder. He's in denial about his height, you suppose.

"It's more like what on earth we did to deserve you. I've no idea how you put up with those two." James gives you a knowing smile as he speaks.

You both wait for Sirius' outrage and Remus' offended scoff. Both come. They team up on the other side of the kitchen, Sirius hovering over Remus and likely causing more of an annoyance. James uses it as an opportunity to get you closer to him, whisk you off to the couch in the living room now his sous chef duties are complete.

You set up the usual dinner time sitcom and pause it, relaxing into your boyfriend and talking about anything and everything until Remus calls that the soup is ready.

In the kitchen as James and Sirius fight over who should get the first bowl, Sirius because he waited so patiently, or James because he actually helped, Remus slides you your own bowl with a lovely big smile reserved just for you, and you couldn't imagine yourself anywhere else in the world.

[sagittariusmarz]

What would they tell you if they could? (Pac) *follower request (angel number 717)

Pile 1

I see that they would tell you that they’re thankful to have you in their life and they feel like you were meant to be in their life, they would tell you thank you for everything you’ve done for them. They would tell you that they should’ve payed more attention to you and they should’ve chose you instead of being selfish or choosing a third party, they would tell you that they’re still attracted to you and they want to have sex with you. They would tell you that if you gave them another chance they would do better. Signs- Sagittarius, Virgo, Taurus. Initials- X, Z, G, I

Pile 2

I see that they would tell you not to worry about the other people in their life or not to worry about their past, they would tell you to try to put your emotions first and don’t think too much. They would tell you that they have real feelings for you or that they take you u seriously, they would tell you that life isn’t better without you or that they made a mistake by choosing someone else. They would tell you that they’ve moved on from their past or from toxic situations and that they can’t control other people’s actions. Signs- Leo, Sagittarius, Virgo, Scorpio. Initials- B, I, G, P, A, N

Pile 3

I see that they would tell you that they know they hurt you and they’re feeling hurt by you right now, they would tell you that they didn’t know your feelings for them would change. They would tell you that you’re a great friend and lover, they’re sorry for what they did to you. They would admit that they were tempted by someone else and they’re sorry for disappointing you, they would tell you how attracted they are to you. Signs- Virgo/sagittarius. Initials- A, W, H

Personal readings always available!

[sxpphotales]

the discussion about season 3 and why i personally hated it (i swear it’s not js hyunju bias)

intense, raw, violent, but still bad somehow. why? TW for season 3 spoilers

— first of all, i really liked how everyone’s mental and psychological state was explored in this season. especially with min su and nam gyu. after feeling like they were literally just dust and a pile of shxt, they manage to recover some of that dignity at the cost of their sanity (with the pills). the thoughts that thanos and semi (and technically even nam gyu for min su) somewhat still haunt them is a pretty nice representation of how drugs mess up your mind. just basically a big showcase of how addiction can fulfill bits of your fear, but it will constantly bring up your own past fears in order to avoid momentary anxiety.

— i have very mixed feelings about dae-ho. he was genuinely one of my favorite characters and i wanted to look more into his backstory, but the director lowkey trashed it by just saying he “was lying about his marine background.” i feel like the concept that his father was a strict marine officer and as the only one, dae-ho being forced to be a part of the marines would’ve made not only so much sense but it would’ve described dae-ho’s character perfectly. however, the personality switch up is something that i would consider semi-realistic and semi-reasonable and something that matches with dae-ho’s canonical backstory now. dae-ho was one of the three survivors of that entire rebellion. he backed out reasonably because he was genuinely scared. he didn’t want to join in, but it’s that subtle peer pressure. it’s not that someone forced him to fight, but that he feels like he /has/ to fight or else everyone’ll condemn him. imagine being forced to get into a practical battlefield out of nowhere with no training, a weapon with barely any ammo, and no armor. dae-ho had every right to be scared, even if it costed the life of many. it was cowardly and the wrong decision, but it wasn’t inaccurate to think his way. and i feel like dae-ho’s crash out is definitely realistic. why? because it’s a representation of guilt. he feels guilty over everyone’s death and failing everyone. but he doesn’t know /how/ to express it. especially after he saw everyone’s corpses now, he feels like gi hun is judging him with that stare. he feels judged; he knows it’s his fault but he’s terrified to admit it.

— i personally wish dae-ho had more screen time and a better screenwriter for his backstory. he could have been such a complex character with a nice, clean death that symbolized all of his past actions and behavior. i will also discuss abt gihun at the end.

— hyunju, junhee, and geum ja trio were the three characters that were handled the best in this season. jun hee genuinely showed her maternal determination and it was a nice wrap up to her character. the season demonstrated her character, personality, and goals very clearly. geum ja’s death was agonizing, but i expected it, just not in the format in which she died in. i thought she would’ve died in hide and seek or even the jump rope, but i can see why sxicide also fits her character’s death nicely. she played a major part in this season, i don’t see enough glazing of her. now for hyunju. i genuinely expected her to 1v1 gihun at the end. but her death in hide and seek does show her personality quite well. she acknowledges success and power, but she chose to risk it for the two people she genuinely cared about (though she lost the gamble but saved the other two in response). ultimately, her selflessness overpowered her determination and actually ended hand in hand. saddening and devastating but fitting death.

— yong sik’s death seriously ached me like i genuinely loved him so much. i hoped to see him straighten up, go batshit, and kill someone then return with fear to his mother, but eventually, he couldn’t. and please don’t blame geum ja too much y’all. she felt a surge of adrenaline to protect another mother. her fears were too channeled and it caused her to act out of hand (like how a child screams at a parent in the heat of an argument, but then regrets it). geum ja and yong sik deserved a better ending though.

— nam gyu died in the way i genuinely think fits him. side antagonist, mentally unstable, overly dependent on pills and crazed. similarly with min su, though as one of the semi-main cast that made it to the last game, i expected more.

— myung gi’s character is just a jumble of mix that i can’t understand. one second he’s risking it all for his ‘family’ and the next he’s tryna kill them. he faced a villainous and violent death which i didn’t anticipate, but at least it showed his true feelings about the concept of a family. good thing he didn’t win; he would’ve been a horrible father. i hate 333 x 222. one of the worst ships here.

— there were multiple characters whose backstories were left out in the open and some of them didn’t even get proper personality reveals even though they made it to be last few survivors. i kinda hated that. and the multiple people last round kinda annoyed me too. the 1v1 in season 1 was the best one so far.

— overall, i feel like everyone’s death explain their character and who they truly are. it explains their inner personality, goals, and ideals. i really liked that since well, people say that humans show their true colors at the face of death.

— season 3 however was bad because of one major component: lack of mc. the main character, seong gi-hun, didn’t feel like an mc at all. in season 1, they juggled his character very well and showed parts of him that felt like he was supposed to survive and make a change in history. but season 3, they literally eradicated gihun’s existence until the last episode then killed him off (which i genuinely didn’t expect but could tell after myung gi’s death). season 3 was too focused on side characters and trying to portray the background people, but director hwang, you literally have an mc. focus on HIS interactions with other characters.

— season 1 was the best season. the sangwoo gihun fight was a display of raw human emotion and energy. it showed gihun’s growth and a showcase of how he couldn’t change his devastation even with practically an infinite sum of money. he ended up broken and shattered nonetheless. it should’ve ended at season 1. season 2 was lost in plot and season 3 was too rushed in trying to kill everyone off. overall, i didn’t like season 3, but i did like some aspects that they did explore. feel free to disagree in the replies.

— also, gyeong suk and no eul genuinely had more prominence than gihun bro. the two most side characters became main out of nowhere, so it felt icky. and the entire ordeal with jun ho was also more like a side show panel than a true part of the plot cause practically nothing other than jun ho’s realization of the games and his brother changed. i expected jun ho to kill in ho but no, it’s just another goodbye with no explanation.

— unpopular opinion but in ho should’ve died. it would’ve wrapped his character perfectly, but they dragged him on endlessly. he’s the perfect antagonist with a past and there was none of that explored except for that murderous scene with the knife and last game (though that explained a lot about him as a character and his role as frontman). but what happened to his wife? how did he become frontman? why did he agree? what happened? all unanswered and disappointing.

— practically everyone’s predictions were wrong except for 333 is gonna be a finalist. i preferred the fan theories over ts. season 1 should’ve been the only season. season 2-3 were just like fillers in naruto. ima pretend i never watched them.

[morallygreychaoticneutral]

The Evolution of Passion Continued: Competition

Steeping the Vampire Kiss again. Let get into this steaming cup.

I got an ask (truncated) from danmeiljie " thoughts about what happens in the woods in act 1, and how he initiates with his partner in the graveyard in act 3, But i was curious if you made any connections to his emotional journey and how that's reflected in these different sex scenes and his role in them. Thoughts about vampire physiology and how that might affect his behavior and choices and abilities during sex depending on diet as well."

This is my opinion analysis of the second seduction. I know he only asked for the two but were going to visit them all. Just for fun. This is triggered if you already unlocked Astarion's night in the woods before the grove party. There a a bunch of ways this could go so to keep it short, I am only looking at one route of the if you chose to sleep with him option.

WARNING: Game Spoilers, Topics of Sex, Abuse, and Adult themes/Language. Not underage appropriate.

This is not fact, just opinion based off my own and game experience. As always, how anybody cannons their relationships or behaviors is perfectly right! No blame, no shame, it's your game.!

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Ahhh, nothing better than a long, hard fight with goblins to get the blood roaring and hormones circulating. I think Halsin said it best when he said ..

"there are a lot of "thirsty" people around here."

HA! Yeah there are. Wooo..choices, choices, choices. Companions offering companionship from all angles tonight. Unless he was talking about the wine...but I doubt it.

And guess who can hear all of those propositions? That's right, the all pointy eared elf using sex to try to keep Tav on his side.

Oh no..no no no no no this simply will not do.

There is a bit more behind this one than the woods encounter, but it is still a tactical move. He is at risk of losing the exclusiveness of having Tav as a sexual partner. And if that goes, in his mind, he has nothing to fall back on to keep them.

How many times was he told if it wasn't for his looks and sexual ability he would be worthless. Told there is nothing else worth liking about him.

Sigh.....

I think he is scared he is going to lose Tav to another companion here. He can't afford to be discarded with him not having much of an alliance with anyone else in the group. And he might be a smidge jealous.

"Here's my little treat with their cheeks all flushed."

This could be a nod to the conversations Tav has been having with the other party members. Cheeks blushed from all the suggestive and blatant attention. Or the wine, could be the wine too. Why is it always the wine?

"You will come to my bed tonight, wont you? "

The word will is italicized here meaning he is putting emphasis on it. This could be read as a subconscious command. Or he is soothing his own anxiety by making an affirmed statement. And he is ending the sentence as a question, not a statement. Surely Tav will choose his bed over the others, wont they? There's no way they wouldn't. Right? He said all the pretty words. Did the pleasurable things. They want him..don't they?

But Tav breaks him out of his own mental hell by playing hard to get again.

"Very presumptuous. I'm undecided what ill do tonight yet."

A very loud and cheeky come play with me. Make me change my mind that isn't made up already. That's how I heard it anyway.

And he does. Rising to the challenge in full Astarion fashion. Instead of being seriously seductive he is now blatantly making fun of his own pick up lines very theatrically.

And oh, the drama!

"Every part of your perfect body whispers temptation- It's as if the gods made you just to ruin me!"

Tell me you were a theater kid without telling me you were a theater kid.

I can defiantly see Tav chortling at this. And what does someone who craves attention love to do? Make people laugh. Its positive attention and he got it without using his body. And it feels amazing. He is being silly, he can be sweet. I feel like his hidden personality is peeking out here.

But, alas, he remembers what he is there to do. Lure, seduce, manipulate.

"Everyone's favorite. I love you."

How many times has that phrase been rendered meaningless in his own mouth? And how many people agreed to "loving" him having only touched his body. And I wonder if he is already assuming Tav might say the same. That small glimmer of hope of connection getting drowned out by in his own past.

"Don't be a fool, you know they will say the same thing everyone has ever said in the past. Just get on with it, stick to the plan."

But they don't. Tav is honest in saying they believe he is lying, its too soon for such things or calling his bluff in a sassy way.

"Having fun, are you?"

"I am. Its hard not to with you."

And he's starting to realize that there is more to you than what he gave you credit for. And within the space of then and now, he is finding that he actually likes you.

Another indicator that his feeling are growing here is he uses WE instead of YOU.

"Id much rather WE got to experience Each Others full portfolio of talents once again." Not, "Id much rather YOU got to" or "Don't YOU want to." He is not distancing himself from the suggestion like he normally does. "Of course, but only if YOU want to. But trust me, YOU do want to."

This, to me, is a very intense indication that, despite himself, he enjoyed aspects of the tryst out in the woods. Maybe not so much the act of sex itself but the company kept that night. Though i'm sure Tav was a consummate lover too (you know what you did) and he did get some pleasure out of it, I would think he is utterly sick of having it. Like being forced to eat peaches every single day till you don't care if every peach tree in the world burns to the ground. But if that's what he thinks it takes to get Tav all to himself, he is willing. But is it necessary?

There is no position to speak of this round, but there is an offer made that is more intimate than the woods. He has invited you to his "bed".

Now, whether he means this literally or figuratively im not sure, but either way it's an invite into his personal space. He could have very easily suggested another rondeaux in the woods to keep it ambiguous between you but instead used a more intimate choice of words.

This is a big step for someone with trust issues. He is very guarded of his privacy. Just ask the dryad at the circus.

"There's a spark here." I know he felt it too. The plan is unraveling, even if he can't see it quite yet.

On to the grand finale ! And then the other group incident that is a hot point because I was asked to talk about that as well.

[f1fantasys]

Finally mine <3

Summary - Y/N and Charles started off as work colleagues, soon became friends, and now the continuous back and fourth continues between the two. Will you end up together? Of course you will.

Warnings: mild angst. 18+ smut. p in v. dirty talk. unprotected sex.

Being an F1 journalist had its highs and lows. The highs being that you could chose which races to work at and the fact that you had become friendly with most of the drivers, the lows being you were away from home a lot, and had become too friendly with one of the drivers.

Charles.

When you first started your job two years ago, he was one of the first drivers you were introduced to. His deep dimples and green eyes were what took you aback. He was friendly, kind, and hot. So hot. But you kept that fact to yourself. He became your friend first and foremost, as he had a girlfriend back then. You also became close friends with Lando, Carlos, George, and Alex, as well as their better halves (well, those who had a better half). You'd go on holidays together, go out clubbing together, celebrate birthdays. Everything.

It was no secret that Charles definitely felt something towards you, from the beginning, even if he had a girlfriend. He would send lingering glaces towards you, among other little things that gave you butterflies. But - he was with someone, and he wouldn't hurt her.

During the course of the two years, Charles had broken up with his girlfriend. You won't lie - your crush on Charles started pretty early in your friendship. But you too would never do anything to jeopardize his relationship. You were just content that you had him in your life. When he broke up with her, it seemed like you were the last of your friend group to know. That came as a surprise because Charles almost always told you everything first. You let it slide and tried not to read into it too much.

It's now been 3 months since the breakup and you won't hide the fact that you and Charles have definitely become closer. You haven't crossed any lines, yet, but you texted everyday and face-timed every other day. He also became a lot more touchy on nights out but you never backed away from him. He would often rest his hand on your thighs, or you'd end up grinding him on the dance floor.

Of course, Lando and George would always call you guys out, but the both of you always made a joke of it.

This week though, while spending a week in Ibiza, the sexual tension has reached new heights. He was always touching you. Whether it was resting a hand on your back while you were walking, arm at the back of your chair (of course you were always seated next to each other), rubbing sunscreen on your body - or you on his, stealing bites of food or sips of your drink. You never spent a minute away from each other.

Last night, or early this morning rather, after a boozy dinner, you'd all decided it was a good idea to jump into the jacuzi - at 2am. Being a small jacuzi, it meant not everyone would get a place to sit - and naturally that meant the girls all sat on their boyfriends lap. Lily had to forego this trip, but there was no way in hell you were going to sit on Alexs' lap. The next best choice - his.

He smirked as you took your place on him. You were sure he could sense your nervousness and flustered state. But at the same time, you were thanking the heavens. It felt so good, so good to feel his arms encircle your waist and pull you closer to himself. He played with the ends of your hair, while chatting to Lando, while you tried to keep up a conversation with Carmen. But really, all you could think about was the fact that your ass was sitting on his dick, and boy was he getting hard underneath you.

''Y/N, its been a while since you've hooked up with anyone. Maybe I should be your wing-woman tomorrow night as see who you can fuck. You seriously need it’

‘Oh my god Carmen’ you squealed as you immediately felt Charles tense under you.

To be fair, it has been a long while since you’d fucked anyone. You often pleasured yourself, thinking about a certain someone, more so in the last few weeks. You’d imagine what his lips felt like on yours. On your most private parts. What he would feel like in your mouth.

God, you really needed to get laid.

As you all stayed in the water, Charles’ hands found their way to your back, drawing circles and playing with the string of your bikini top. By now, it was just you, Charles, Lando and Luisa who were still out. Even with all the new space, you still kept your place on Charles lap. Your hands found his and you sat hand in hand drawing circles on each others palms.

It was nice, being this close to him. No tension. Just being in the moment.

As the Jacuzzi seats were a bit deep, both your shoulders were under the water. At one point, you felt him untie the strings of your bikini top.

Too shocked to say anything, and not wanting the break the moment, you went with the flow.

He was deep in conversation with Lando and you with Luisa. You felt his thumbs brush the under side of your boobs. It took everything in you to not take his hands and put them on top of your boobs.

He was playing you, and he enjoyed that you knew he was.

Some time later, he decided he was ‘tired’ and slowly lifted you off his lap, careful not to life you above the water so as to expose you, and got out the water himself and walked away, leaving you a little antsy.

By the time you woke up this morning, around 10am, it was a quick breakfast before the group had split up to do some sightseeing. You were to spend the day with George, Carmen, and obviously, him.

You’d taken a boat out and ended up by some beautiful waterfalls, all the while feeling his deep green eyes on you every minute of the way. You blushed when he caught you already staring at him, and tried not to think about how you relieved yourself after last nights activities once in the confinement of your own room. He played you dirty last night, and now it was your turn to give it back.

You made sure to wear your skimpiest and sexiest red bikini that barely held your boobs in place.

‘Hot mama’ Carmen all but screamed at you when you removed your sundress. You gave her a little shimmy and twirl around.

Charles hoped you wouldn’t notice him shift in his seat at the sight of you - but you did. And you sent a smirk his way.

‘Charlie, I need you to put some sunscreen on my back, please’ you fluttered your eyelashes at him as you laid down on your tummy on one of the sun beds.

‘Fucking hell’ you heard him mutter, more to himself.

For the second time in less than 24 hours, Charles untied your bikini top strings and applied sunscreen. He went as far low as he could, his finger brushing over your ass.

What was supposed to be a quick application, turned into something that lasted at least 15 minutes. By now George and Carmen were already in the water, so the two of you didn’t have an audience. Which was a good thing.

You felt Charles climb onto the sun bed and gently rest his ass a top of yours as he continued his application-turned massage. He bent down lower as he traces his fingers along your spine and you felt his hot breath fanning across your back.

You could already feel your core start to drip just by what he was doing to you.

Suddenly, he stopped. Got up. And jumped into the water. Leaving you breathless again. Leaving your hornier than ever. Again.

The afternoon was spent stealing glances at his naked torso while sunbathing, applying sunblock on him this time, and lingering touches here and there.

You were now back at our villa and getting ready to go out clubbing. You'd opted for sheer black mini dress that hugged your curves in all the right places.

''Y/N, what'' going on with you and Charles?'' Luisa asks. ''You've been dancing around each other for a long time now. Don't you think it's time to figure out what it is? There definitely is something pulling the two of you together, and for fucks sake- the sexual tension? It driving us mad! You need to jump him already!'' she continued.

The last bit made you blush.

''To be honest, I don't know what's holding us back. I mean, we are both single, and no denying there are some sort of feeling involved, from my side at least. I just don't want to give in, then find out he just wants me for the sex and then nothing at all.'' you ponder.

''I highly doubt he wants you for just sex, Y/N'' Carmen pipes in. ''He shows in awful lot of interest in everything about you. He's always making sure you're okay. And more than once he's foregone drinking when you're plastered, just to make sure you get home okay. Trust us, he definitely wants more than just sex.''

''I don't know. Lets see how it goes'' you ponder, more to yourself.

The night was going exceptionally well. You and Charles were glued by the hip for the most part. Drinks were flowing. Easy conversations about everything and nothing were had.

''You look really good tonight'' Charles whispered in your ear at one point.

''Thanks, I made an effort just for you Char'' you thought, but obviously didn't tell him. ''Thank you Char. You look quite good yourself'' you smiled at him.

You were all a few drinks in, Charles included, and he was getting handsy. The lighting was dark, so no one really knew what was going on between the two of you. Not that you and Charles knew either. Your hands were around his neck, pulling him close, taking in his scent, while his hands found their way to your ass. His face is nuzzled into your neck and he is slowly but barely leaving a trail with his lips.

You want to tell him you want more. You want nothing more than to feel his lips at full force, his tongue, on your neck. But you don't dare. Is one night of sex worth it? If that's what he is after, things surely would be awkward after, and you'd risk losing one of your best friends. You definitely were not ready to take that risk.

So after some time, you pushed yourself away from him and went to dance with Luisa.

As the night drew to a close, somebody, being Lando, decided it was a good idea to do some body shots. When it was your turn to lie down, Charles helped you onto the table, and of course the others chose him to do the shot off of you.

It was probably the large amount of alcohol in both your systems that gave you the confidence to go ahead with this. Luisa placed the shot of your belly button and Charles, not to subtly, licked a strip from very low down, up to your belly button and swooped the shot up, while everyone was cheering.

It felt amazing to finally feel his tongue, even if was wasn't exactly where you wanted to feel it. Needless to say, it was another night of fantasizing about him, getting yourself off. Little did you know that on the other side of your wall, Charles was doing the exact same thing. Jacking off to the obscene visions of you.

You were sad that the holiday with everyone had come to an end, but at the same time you just wanted to get home so you could properly sit down with yourself and think about what you want. You needed to tell Charles how you felt, but still was too scared to hear what he would say back to you. So, the time away would be a good thing just to refresh your mind and think things through.

You weren't going to the next two races, meaning you wouldn't see each other for a at least 3 and a half weeks. When it came to saying buy to him, your chest tightened.

''Going to miss you cherie'' he whispered as he hugged you tight.

That made you hold on to him for a little bit longer.

''I'll miss you too Char, good luck at the races.''

With that, he kissed your cheek and you parted ways.

Being away from him this time was hard with he obvious shift in you relationship-or friendship-you weren't sure. You face-timed a lot, just content to update each other with that you did that day, how his car was treating him. It was easy, just letting the conversations flow.

''Y/N, I'm flying back to Monaco after the race on Sunday night with Lando. It's Luisa's birthday so he is planning a dinner for her that night.''

''Yeah, I've actually been helping him plan it. I'm glad you'll be here too!'' you exclaimed excitedly.

''You have no idea how much I've missed you these past few weeks, amour''

The new nickname gave you goosebumps.

Luisa's birthday dinner finally came around. You were going to an luscious restaurant and had planned for clubbing at a VERY luxurious place in Monaco for the night.

You so desperately wanted to make an impression on Charles, so you chose to wear a white satin dress, holding your boobs up perfectly, and curled your hair into soft springs. You decided not to wear any panties-something you read about boosting your confidence-whatever, you just went with it.

Charles was due to pick up anytime now. You were getting nervous for sure. But you seriously wanted to try and talk to him today-see where his head it at.

Not a minute later than 6pm, he texted you saying he was waiting outside.

You grabbed your bag and walked towards his very new, and very sexy Ferrari.

He was waiting outside, as soon as you were within touching distance he pulled you in for a tight hug. Just holding you in place for longer than expected. Not that weren't enjoying it. He pulled back and kissed your cheeks.

The ride to the restaurant was filled with laughs and stories about how passionate the Australian fans were towards Charles. One of them even gifted him a bracelet that had 'daddy' written on it, and he was still wearing it, causing you to blush and give him a giggle. It was no surprise that his hand rested on your thigh for the whole ride.

The dinner was a lavish affair. Expensive wine and good food. Lando really went all out this time.

Straight after dinner, it was time to hit the club. More expensive drinks, more dancing. And more sexual tension. From the minute you started dancing with Charles it came crashing down on the two of you. This time though, his lips were actually on your neck. Peppering your skin with light kisses and the occasional suck and bite. Luckily the music was loud and the lights were low, so you could let out a moan that only Charles could hear. He smirked into your neck as his hands once again founds your ass and pulled you impossibly closer.

Your hands ended up in his hair, tangling and tugging at it and abruptly, he pulled away, looked at you in the eye, and said ''Do you wanna get out of here?''

With the way he was looking at you, air had long left your lungs and you couldn't talk. All you did was nod. And he grabbed your hand and made a beeline for the exit. As you were approaching his car, you quickly pulled back and stopped.

''Charles wait.''

He glared at you, waiting for you to continue.

''I don't just want a quick fuck, Charles. I want all of it. I want all of you.'' you all but whispered.

Then he smiled. A big, full on, dimples-showing, classic Charles Leclerc smile.

''In case I haven't mad it clear these past few months, amour, I want all of you too.''

His statement made the butterflies in your whole body go crazy. All you could do was smile at him.

He quickly took your hand again and when you finally made it to his car, you were glad it was dark out and in a secluded area. No one would see what the two of you were about to do.

He opened his door and jumped in, pushed his seat back, reclined it a little bit, and he pulled you onto his lap while shutting the door.

Finally, finally, hips lips touched yours. Not in a gentle and loving way. But in a harsh, dominating way, It was rough, and sloppy and messy but you finally felt like you could breathe again. His lips were so intoxicating. Not long after, your tongues wee battling one another. You opened up you mouth to his tongue and he quickly slipped it inside. Exploring your mouth like he was searching for gold.

All the while that was going on, his hands found home on your boobs. He almost ripped your dress open trying to free them. And once they were freed, his mouth left yours and found its way to your peaked pebbles.

''Fucking hell Y.N, you don't know how long I've waited to see you like this'' he murmured while he pinched one nipple between his thumb and index fingers and continued sucking and biting on the other.

''Char, we've waited far too long for this. Can't get enough of you'' you told him as your hands found their way back to his hair and you kissed and bit on his neck, leaving marks for sure.

Slowly, he lifted you up and pulled your dress up as well. His eyes widened at seeing you had forgone any panties.

''Cherie, is this all for me?'' he said as your juices were clearly leaking out of you.

''Fuck, only for you, Charles. Please.'' You didn't even know what you were begging for. But you just needed more of him.

His fingers quickly found your pussy and started rubbing circles on your clit. The moans you were letting out now were obscene. Grinding against his fingers, you begged him some more.

''What do you want Y/N?'' he smirked.

''Fuck Charles, no time for teasing. Please. Put them in me.''

And put them in you he did. He thrust two fingers in you at once.

''Merde, Y/N, so tight. How long has it been since you've been fucked?''

You could form no coherent thoughts, let alone talk. So he continued-

''Clearly some time ago. But i love that, Cherie. You've been waiting for me'' he said with a smirk.

It didn't take long for you to come crashing down. Your orgasm whisking through you while your whole body shook.

Charles didn't stop his fingers until you came once more.

''Charles,'' you choked out. ''Need you in me. Please.''

He unzipped his trousers and slipped his throbbing dick out of his boxers.

You took him into your hands and pumped a few times. He reached into his back pocket for what you saw was a condom. But you quickly shook your head at him.

''I'm clean Char, are you?'' you asked.

He nodded.

''Then I want to feel all of you'' you breathlessly said, getting impatient now.

He smiled and you placed yourself above him. Letting him run his dick through your folds and juices.

''Please, fuck me Char''

And immediately, he started gliding himself through your entrance as you sunk down onto him.

You both moaned in unison. You, at how large he was-fuck he was the biggest you've ever had-and him, at how tight your cunt was.

Once he entered you fully, he stayed still. He didn't want to rush and hurt you.

You also needed a few moment to adjust, when finally you told him he could move as you did as well to meet him half way.

Now the pain was fading and the pleasure was taking over.

''Y/N, so tight. Amour, you're taking me so well. So good. Letting me fuck into you like this. Riding me like this.''

To be honest, you'd never thought Charles would be one to talk dirty. But you aren't gonna complain. It's only turning you on even more.

''So big, Char'' you said in between moans, bouncing on him. ''Yes, fuck, yes.''

His mouth finds it way back to yours while his hands massaged your tits.

''Fuck Char I'm gonna cum''

''Oui. Cum Cherie, all over my dick, please''

You didn't need any more convincing. You came over his still hard cock. But that didn't slow his efforts, chasing down his own orgasm.

Your moans were getting out of hand now. You were sure people outside could hear you if they walked past the car.

''Char, people will hear us'' you tried to whisper.

''Let them. Let them hear how I'm making you feel. Let them hear you chose to ride me''

That statement very quickly bought on your fourth orgasm of the night.

2 minutes later, ''Fuck Y/N, where do you want my cum?'' he asked.

''In me, please.''

You definitely wanted to taste him at some point. But right now you needed to feel him fill you up.

Within seconds he release a warm splutter inside of you. His moans were the best sounds you've ever heard come out of his mouth.

You both slowed your motions. You slumped forward against him and just sat there. Catching your breath and your mind up to what just happened. You finally fucked Charles Leclerc. And it was the most amazing sex ever.

After a few moment you could feel Charles was softening inside of you. You moved to lift yourself up, but stopped you. He gently removed himself from your cunt and placed you back on his lap.

It's what he did next though, that left you speechless. He swiped his fingers along your folds, scooping up the mixture of cum, and brought his finger to your lips.

''Fuck me'' you squealed as you opened your mouth and took his finger in.

''I kinda just did'' he smirked as you licked his finger clean and pulled him in for a kiss.

A soft kiss this time. A loving one.

''We should get back inside'' you whispered. Although you'd much rather go home and go for round 2.

''It's going to be so hard to keep my hands off you now'' Charles said, kissing a strip up your neck.

''Just to say bye. Then let's go home''

''Fine'' and he pinched your ass.

You both had to make yourselves look presentable again. You combed your hands through your hair, as well as the mess you've made of his.

And you walked back into the club. Trying to keep the smirks off your faces.

''Y/N, where have you been?'' Carmen piped up.

''There's a hottie who's been eyeing you since we got here. You need to go talk to him.''

You rolled your eyes. '''No thanks, I'm good'' you said looking at Charles. That was probably a mistake because Carmen caught on right away.

''Oh. Ohhhh. Oh my god'' she squealed but before she could say anything further you pulled her into a corner and threatened her (not really) that she couldn't tell anyone. Not even George. She swore you to secrecy.

By the time you'd got back to the others, Charles had already told them you were tired and that he was going to take you home. By uber that is. He was in no state to actually drive, so he would get someone to fetch his car in the morning.

You said your round of goodbyes and you were soon standing on the sidewalk waiting for your uber. Now Charles couldn't keep his hands off of you. He was whispering sweet nothings in your ear and ticking you here and there.

''Can't wait to get you home and rip this dress off of you''

''Char, please.''

''Please what?'' he smirked.

''Stop. Until we get home'' you playfully pushed him away.

The ride to his apartment was eventful to say the least.

The driver recognized Charles and was a chatty one. Charles could barely keep up with the guys questions because now you were fumbling with his belt. You giggled as you eventually got his cock free and took him into your hands. You pumped him a few times until he stopped your movements and harshly whispered in your ear - ''If you want the night to end here, then carry on. If not, then let go. Because i can't hold on, Amour. You're doing the impossible to me. Let's get home then you can have your way with me'' he smirked at you in the dark.

You very quickly removed your hands. But as you did he cupped your face and brought you in for a long kiss. A proper make out. Tongues and all.

The driver then cleared his throat to tell you that you'd arrived at home. Charles apologized and made sure to leave a generous tip, before he all but carried you out the car and up the stairs to his building.

He unlocked the door and it was barely closed fully before he had you pinned against it. Actually ripping your dress off this time.

''Char! That was an expensive dress! And I've only worn it once!'' you exclaimed.

''And I'll buy you a new one. But I needed it off you as soon as possible'' he tried to justify.

''Please just come here'' you said, pulling him back to you for a heated kiss again.

''I need to taste you'' he said as he picked you up and carried you to his room.

He placed you on his bed, completely naked.

''You're still wearing too may clothes'' you made a pouty face at him.

''Patience, Cherie. First things first-'' he opened up your legs.

You should have felt conscious. He was staring at your most intimate parts. But you felt nothing but safe. You trusted him. And honestly, you'd been waiting for this day for too long.

He started kissing a trail from your knee to your sensitive bud. No teasing this time. He licked you folds - and that had you seeing stars. He continued licking and sucking and soon his tongue entered you. To say it felt good was an understatement.

''Fuck Charles. How are you so good at this'' you moaned between breaths.

He didn't answer you. All you could hear were you moans, and his tongue lapping in and out of you. Your hands grabbed and pulled at his hair, and it wasn't long until you came crashing down again.

Yes, you definitely were over-stimulated, especially having gone to long without an actual dick entering you. You weren't sure how much longer you could take it. But all you know was that you had to feel him inside of you again.

''Fuck Char I'm cumming'' was all you could say before you released into his mouth. He looked up at you and licked you clean, swallowing everything.

''So delicious baby. Fuck.''

''My turn. I need to taste you Char.'' You don't know where you got a sudden burst of energy, but you went with it.

''Let me fuck you again first, then I'll finish in your mouth. Bloody hell Y/N, you're going to be the end of me. The most amazing thing to happen to me'' he said as he flipped you over so you were on all fours.

You heard him take off all of his clothes, before lining up his dick at you entrance.

''You're ready? he asked.

''Fuck, always ready for you!'' you squealed.

And he slid into you in a single movement.

Now that you were not in public, your moans were incredibly loud and you couldn't give a shit if his neighbors could hear you.

''Holy fuck'' you squealed. This position had him deeper in you than he was when you'd fucked in the Ferrari. His cock was hitting all the right spots, and once again the pleasure overtook the pain.

''Babe you're doing so well for me. Letting me fuck you so hard. Not gonna last long like this'' he muttered while pulling you up so your head was resting against his. He tried to kiss you despite the awkward position, but ended up leaving a few hickeys on your neck.

''Char, I'm almost there'' was all you managed before he was flipping you over again and this time hammering into you while on-top of you.

''Let go for me, Cherie.''

And you did. You saw stars. Your mind blank and your body limb. But then you heard him - ''Y/N, I'm going to cum, sit up'' and you obeyed.

He pulled out of you and you took him into your hands. Pumping him a few times and finally took him into your mouth. Your hooded eyes looking up at him.

''Fuck I can get used to this view'' he moaned.

You could taste yourself on him and within seconds he was emptying himself in your mouth and across your tits. He tasted delicious. The only word you could use to describe the taste of Charles Leclerc.

You made sure to swallow every last drop and you licked him clean. You took a minute to actually take a look at his dick. Could you say it was beautiful? Yes, you could. So big and a hot vein on the one side. You already felt turned on again, but your pussy was telling you no.

''Wow, sweet, pretty Y/N, my dirty girl'' he smiled at you.

The butterflies in your tummy awakened when he called you 'his girl'

''Char, I could say the same thing about you and your dirty mouth!'' you squealed back to him.

He leaned down and locked his lips with you once more, before pulling away.

You pouted, ''where are you going?''

''Just to get a towel to clean up'' he smiled back. ''Oh, and it goes without saying- please spend the night here? I want to cuddle''

''Of course Char, I'd love that too.''

After cleaning up and putting on one of Charles' old Ferrari T-shirts, the two of you lay in bed. Your head was resting on his chest and he was drawing lazy circles on your back.

''You're such an amazing person Y/N. I know we've been back and fourth a lot these past few months but I am so happy to finally have you in my arms. I don't plan on over letting you go, by the way'' he smirked at you as you leaned on your elbow and pecked his nose. ''Please be my girlfriend?'' he asked with the biggest boyish grin.

''I'd want nothing more right now, my Charlie'' you gushed at him.

''Fucking luckiest man on the planet, I am'' he whispered before capturing your lips in his for the umpteenth make-out session of the night.

You both started to doze off so got into a more comfortable position. You were little spoon, of course, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer and leaving fluttering kisses in your hair.

When you awoke the next morning, it took you a few seconds to remember where you were. Then all the images from last night flashed in your mind and you couldn't stop a smile from forming on your face.

Charles' arm was still wrapped around your waist and his face was nuzzled in your hair. Something that caught you attention though, was something poking your ass- his boner.

You could still hear he was in a deep slumber so you decided to tease him a bit. You wiggled you ass against his crotch and immediately heard him grunt in his sleep.

Slowly, you turned your body so you were now facing him. He looks so devilishly handsome. His face was a perfect contour, and even in his sleep, his dimples could be traced with your fingers.

His eyes shot open and before you knew it his lips were on yours.

''Am i dreaming? Are you really in my bed, in my arms?'' he asked when he pulled back and closed his eyes again.

''I'm really here Charlie'' you said as your hand grabbed his boner through his boxers.

His eyes widened in surprise and he let out a loud laugh.

''Okay, yep, you're here'' he said as he climbed on-top of you to kiss you properly.

''My girlfriend'' he looked at you with heart eyes before kissing you again. His lips moved from your mouth, down to your neck, biting occasionally and then soothing with his tongue. When he reached your boobs, your nipples were swollen with the amount of tugging and sucking he did last night. They were sensitive so he played nice, just licked around them and suckled on them lightly.

You hands found their place in his hair again as he made his way down your tummy, spending a few seconds on your belly button, before placing himself on where you craved him the most.

He licked a stripe up your cunt, tongue quickly finding your clit, and now his fingers were swiping along your folds.

And your moans were getting louder. ''Óh god, yes, please yes!''

''I don't think I''ll ever get tired of hearing you beg for me. Fuck. The things you do to me'' he whispered loud enough so you could hear him.

Soon he thrust two fingers into you at once. It felt mind-blanking. So incredible. He was proper finger fucking you now. Not letting you breathe, just going at you nonstop, while his mouth was also working a number on you.

''I'm close. Please. Merde'' you couldn't hold off for much longer.

''Ask me''

''What?'' you looked down at him.

He wore a smirk. ''Ask me if you can come''

''Fuck Charles'' you moaned. But you needed to come, like right now, so you played along.

''Can i cum? Charles please let me cum''

''Who's making you want to come?''

You won't lie. This new dominant side of Charles was getting you to reach new heights. It was sexy as fuck.

''You Charles. Only you''

''Fuck baby, cum for me. Let me taste you''

And you didn't need to be told twice. You came crashing down, barely able to breathe, seeing stars once again.

Charles worked you through your orgasm, slowing his actions down.

''You are my new favorite flavor'' he whispered before letting you taste yourself on his lips.

''Hmmm'' you hummed into the kiss.

Th hour was just spent cuddling and talking sweet nothings until your stomach growled.

''You need to fuel up, store some energy for later'' Charles whispered in your ear.

''I'm starving. You definitely wrecked me Char'' you replied.

''Come on, let's get us something to eat''

There was something so domestic about watching Charles cook you breakfast. You could so see yourselves spending lazy mornings in like this. Shut out from the outside world. Just the two of you.

You'd talked some more and had decided to keep this new relationship just to yourselves. Of course your close friends would find out soon enough, hell they already suspect things, but you wanted to hide away from the rest of the world. Just be in your own bubble for a while.

After some heavenly pancakes, Charles decided to drag you to the shower.

No prizes for guessing what went on in the there.

The two of you fucked. Fucked harder than last night, harder than you've ever had before.

You back was against the cool tiles while Charles slammed into you. Hard and rough. His lips were on yours. Not really kissing you, but rather biting you. Tongue exploring your mouth again.

You could hardly even hold your body up when he made you come. Your legs were shaking to a point where they felt like jelly. But your Charles was strong. He held you up as he chased his own orgasm. You were both sweating from the heat of the water plus fucking each other. The moans you were sure could be heard by the neighbors were obscene - filled with grunts and french swear words. It was like a scene out of a porn movie.

You came twice more before Charles was grunting in your ear, literally breathless. You felt his warm liquid fill you up as he chanted your name repeatedly.

''Y/N, Y/N, fucking hell how are you so amazing at this. I've never had it so good before''

Breathlessly, you replied ''Likewise Char, but you're the amazing one. Fuck your dick is incredible. It feels incredible inside of me. Like it was made to fit into my cunt only''

After some more kissing and giggles, you washed each others hair and your bodies before climbing out of the shower.

You wore some of Charles' joggers and a T-shirt, which were obviously too big for you, but so comfortable.

Just as you settled onto the couch to find something to watch, the doorbell rang.

Charles pecked your cheek before going to the door to see who it was. In strolled one Lando Norris.

His eyes widened when he saw you. More so when he saw what you were wearing.

''I fucking new it. The two of you are fucking!'' he got all excited.

''I don't now what you're talking about'' you smirked at him, as Charles cuddled you to his side and kissed your lips.

''Blood hell, get a room'' Lando squealed.

''Mate, you are in my house'' Charles joked.

''No seriously, how long has this been going on'' Lando asked, pointing to you and Charles.

''Less than 24 hours'' Charles smiled at you.

''Like shit'' Lando replies.

''No seriously, last night, at the club'' you remarked.

''Fuck me. I thought that has been since Ibiza'' Lando says.

''Hmm'' was all you said back.

''Well, I will leave you two love birds. I just came to check if my thoughts were true, and now that I see they somewhat are, I'll be on my way. Oh and drinks on water tomorrow sunset?'' he asked.

''Ouais'' Charles replied before basically shoving Lando out the door to return to his spot beside you.

The day was spent just lazing around and cuddling. Charles took you back to your place at some point so you could get some clothes and toiletries. He demanded, in a playful manner that he needed you to stay with him for the week until you were both due to fly out to London for F1 shooting.

Going into the next day, it was as if your bodies were starved of each other. It was endless amounts of sex- literal fucking, and slow 'making love' sex.

Later in the day you met up with your friends on Lando's yacht. It was a beautiful day.

As you stood beside Charles, watching the sunset, he said it.

''I love you, Y/N. I think I always have, and I always will'' he said as he kissed your cheek.

You really couldn't believe where the two of you had ended up. Yes, you only properly started dating less than 2 days ago, but feelings started well over two years ago. You knew each other inside and out.

So you looked at him with glossy eyes as you tightened your grip on his hand.

''I love you too, so much Char'' and he immediately locked his lips with yours for a gentle kiss.

''You're finally mine'' he whispered.

[karatecaulfield]

heyy, can you pls write about kwon headcannons of him dating a high functioning sociopath, since he's all about being dominating and being heartless but he dates someone just like that, even worse

Sociopath!Kwon Jae-Sung x Sociopath!Reader Headcanons

Warnings: semi-toxic relationship, sociopathic and possibly narcissistic themes, mentions of rough sex/degradation

A/N- thanks so much for the request! I hope you enjoy this, I had fun writing this one<3

this kind of combination would be kind of lethal. especially for the karate community. Kwon and his sociopathic s/o could not be stopped under any circumstances

at the end of the day though when he has his pick, he would always chose his s/o to spar with because he knows that you will be both the greatest challenge and his best chance to get better

two people with similar personalities like this would likely butt heads a lot, even when it comes to small things there would be a lot of bickering until a compromise is finally made

don’t even get me started on how things would be in the bedroom for this kind of pairing. him and his s/o would be constantly fighting for dominance, but never wanting to let go of their pride and hand it over

this results in some seriously crazy, seriously rough sex that can sometimes be damn near animalistic. lots of dirty talk that borders degradation and lots of marking each other

his version of pillow talk is being a smart ass about what just happened, making crude comments about the noises his s/o makes or how he finally learned what else you can use your mouth for (besides also being a smart ass)

this kind of talk more than often ends up resulting in a round two because there is no better way to let off some steam and shut someone up than having angry sex

when it comes to fighting outside of a tournament he would rarely defend his s/o because he thinks that his partner should be able to defend themselves. unless he sees that you’re in genuine danger, he will keep his distance and let you fight your own battles

for the most part he knows that you can handle your own shit, and that’s why he picked someone like himself. the more violent and ruthless you tend to be, the more proud he’ll be to be dating you

no matter what though his own pride comes first. he is very good at preventing his s/o from becoming a distraction, and you would be the same way. his honor and yours is the most important thing to you both

[themoonlightfae]

Ready And Waiting To Fall - Chapter 3

Pairings: Fem!Reader x Yeosang

Summary: You're relatively sure the guy you keep seeing at the coffee shop has a secret. Unless, of course, you just have an over-active imagination On second thought, surely that must be it, because vampires aren't real. Or are they?

Genre: Vampire AU

WC (Total): 29,620

Rating: Explicit

Originally Published (Completed): 230122 on ao3

Tags: Under the cut

A/N: This story is set a few years prior to Dancing In The Dark-- the story of how the reader met Yeosang

Tags: angsty vampire backstories, clan dynamics, making out, fluff, teasing, flirting, vamp!Yeosang is a bit romantic but also this is a slow burn sorry not sorry, oops a cliffhanger, tw blood/injuries

“So what exactly is Hongjoong’s deal?” You asked Yeosang as the two of you flopped onto your couch after returning from the arcade. 

“His deal? What do you mean?”

“I mean… I know you said he’s overprotective. Which, he obviously is. He followed you to our coffee date, and he followed you to the arcade and even came in to talk to me in person. Does he just like being a third wheel or something?”

“I think he’s just worried. I promise, he’s a good person. He does mean well. He just has a funny way of showing it sometimes.”

“Evidently.” 

“I almost screamed when you mentioned him LARPing,” Yeosang told you. “I don’t think I could picture that. Or maybe I can. Either way, the idea is hysterical.”

“Look, he’s very fashionable. He just seems to have forgotten which century he’s in as of right now.”

“I’m really sorry he crashed the date.” Yeosang bit his lip and frowned.

“It’s not your fault.” You shifted so you could lean your head on Yeosang’s shoulder, and when you heard him hum happily in response, you leaned against him a little more. He wasn’t quite as cold as you’d imagined, but the temperature difference was still more than a little noticeable. 

“I imagine he thinks getting to know you will help him feel better,” Yeosang told you quietly. “At least, for a little while. I know exactly what he’s afraid of, though. And I’m not sure he will ever quite get over that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Her name was Elsie," Yeosang told you. "We were living in England at the time they met, and they grew close quickly and fell in love. But unfortunately for our clan, someone wrongly suspected Elsie was tied up in some unsavory circles, and followed her to a small party we were having one night. Naturally, none of us were exactly trying to hide what we were, behind those closed doors. Once word got out that there were vampires in the city, it caused an enormous uproar. Hongjoong had to choose between his clan and the only woman he's ever truly loved. And he chose the clan. Our family. We had to flee the country to get away, and here we are now. We recently came back to this city, so I really wasn't lying when I told you we’d been here for five years. We just moved back.”

“When were you here last?”

Yeosang took your hand. 

“It was about eighty years ago, I think, give or take a few. And we had traveled a bit before settling down, too.”

“When did all that happen? With Hongjoong and Elsie.”

“It’s been about a hundred years. He never truly got over her. And I think that’s why he tries to discourage us from taking serious human partners. He’s never been with anyone else, not since all that. He’s too afraid to open up and love someone again. He has a photo of her… don’t tell him I told you. He keeps it locked up in a bureau in his room, and he thinks no one knows, but I caught him looking at it one day.”

“I’m so sad for him,” you whispered, fighting back tears. “How terrible to have to choose like that. Why couldn’t he have just taken her with?”

“She didn’t want to go. She didn’t want to be a vampire, either. She begged him to stay, pleaded and cried. But he had to do what was best for his clan. He’s a very old and powerful vampire and we all rely on him to keep us safe. He takes that responsibility very seriously. I think he’s become like this because he doesn’t want any of us to have to suffer the sort of heartbreak that he did, that he can never really let go of.” 

“So how do I get him to trust me? Or like me, for that matter?”

“Oh, he already likes you. He gave you a pet name, didn’t you notice?”

“Little bird?”

“Yes. Likely a good-natured pass at me, since I used to keep bluebirds. But trust me, he never gives little names like that to people he doesn’t like. I think that quick wit of yours has endeared him to you. Now we just have to make it stick.”

“Great. I’m not really good at getting people to like me,” you grumbled. 

“Well, you got me to like you,” Yeosang told you, snaking his arm up behind you, and pulling you into a gentle embrace against his chest. “Is… this okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

“It’s nice,” he murmured. 

“It is.” You chose not to comment on your amusement that his chest was silent as you rested your head against it. Eventually, however, your neck began to protest your position and you had to straighten up and stretch. 

“I suppose I should let you figure out dinner,” Yeosang said with a small sigh. I just realized it’s after 8 and you haven’t eaten anything since the movie. I should apologize now, I’m really not the best at remembering that humans need to eat, not to mention when your normal meal times should be."

“I’m fine,” you shrugged. “I was probably just going to order a pizza tonight anyway. I’m feeling lazy. You can stick around if you want, as long as the pizza won’t gross you out.”

“Being around food is fine. I just can’t eat it. Which is disappointing on many levels. I think I mentioned my clanmate earlier, the one who recommended your breakfast? He has that trait and he’s always cooking. It makes me sad and kind of jealous sometimes.”

“Does it bother you that you don’t have any specific powers?”

“Yes and no. There are some I’d like, I guess. Telepathy would be nice. And of course, the food thing. But it’s fine. I’m content being my not-special self I guess.”

“You’re still special,” you assured him. “Powers or no powers.”

You had a sudden thought, and leaned over to him, placing a gentle kiss on the birthmark on his cheek. He immediately shied away and giggled. 

“Hey!”

“Where are you going?” You scooted over and kissed his birthmark again. “See, this mark means you’re special. I don’t make the rules.”

“It’s just a birthmark,” he said as he hid his face. "It's nothing."

I’ve successfully flustered a vampire. I should put that on my CV.

You pulled his hand away from it and kissed it again. He continued to giggle wildly as he moved further away, and you followed him. Before long, Yeosang was sandwiched between you and the arm of the couch, and you were peppering his face with tiny kisses, paying special attention to his birthmark.

“Nowhere else to go,” you teased. You sat back for a second to let him get his bearings, but he pulled you back in against him with one arm firmly around your waist. 

“I suppose so,” he said softly. “What ever will I do in such a precarious spot?”

His face was just inches from yours, eyes studying your own as he looked for any signs that you were uneasy. Finding none, he moved closer. 

“I would very much like to kiss you,” he whispered. “May I?”

“Yes,” you breathed. 

Your breath caught in your chest as he brushed his lips against yours, soft and tentative at first, the coolness of his skin making your heart skip a beat. You hugged him back as he continued to kiss you; gentle kisses that left you feeling a profound sense of bliss. 

After a minute or so, he deepened the kiss, and you followed his lead, parting your lips to let him lick into your mouth. You nipped gently as his lip, and he let out a small whimper and pulled away. 

“Sorry,” you winced. “Too much?”

“Just unexpected. Then again, I haven’t done this in a very long time.”

He kissed you again, and this time he was nibbling at your lip, sucking on your tongue while he carded his fingers in your hair, and after a few more minutes you came up for air, chest heaving as you tried to calm yourself. 

“Are you okay, lovely?” He asked, smoothing your hair back from your face. You nodded. 

“Yes.”

“I think perhaps you’d better order that pizza. I seem to have distracted you, and I can hear your stomach rumbling.”

“Oh, you’re right,” you sighed. As much as you wanted to keep kissing him, you knew you needed to eat. You extracted yourself from his grip and grabbed your phone, quickly ordering your usual and then setting it back down.

“So… did you want to hang out a bit then? We could watch something.”

“I’d like that.”

You got up for a moment to grab yourself a soda, and returned to the living room, curling up with Yeosang on the couch and turning on a movie. 

God, I could really get used to this.

Monday afternoon, you received a text from Yeosang that made you laugh out loud. 

Yeosang [4:31pm]: Okay. I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I *NEED* to take you on a date that’s not a total flub. Please. Those first two dates were embarrassing. 

You [4:32pm]: Don’t be silly, our dates have only been 1/3 of a flub at most. And I didn't think they were THAT embarrassing.

Yeosang [4:32pm]: THAT IS STILL NOT GOOD!!! :( Let me make it up to you? 

You [4:33pm]: You’re being ridiculous. It’s not like I’m upset. 

Yeosang [4:34pm]: I didn’t figure you were. But still. I had an idea… I already went ahead and made the plans for Friday, if that’s okay with you. 

You [4:35pm]: Plans for what? 

Yeosang [4:36]: That’s a secret :) 

You [4:36pm]: Not fair

Yeosang [4:37pm]: All’s fair in love and secret date plans, lovely. 

You [4:37pm]: Hmph. :p

Yeosang [4:38pm]: It’ll be fun. I promise. And I already told Hongjoong he needs to stay home. He told me to tell you hello, by the way. 

You [4:39pm]: Oop. Guess I should unblock his number. 

Yeosang [4:40pm]: That’s totally up to you. I can’t guarantee he won’t occasionally text you if you do that. Check in and so on.

You [4:41pm]: Tell him he can do that at his own risk >:)

Yeosang [4:41pm]: Oh dear. 

You [4:42pm]: Don’t worry, I’ll be nice! 

Yeosang [4:42pm]: He did mention that he likes how feisty you are. Says I need someone who will keep me on my toes. I’m not sure what to make of that. 

You [4:43pm]: Hey, he might be right. Either way, I’ll be sure to do just that. ;)

Yeosang [4:44pm]: When are you done with work today? I was thinking we could spend some time together if you wanted to?

You [4:45pm]: Oh, I quit at 2. I’m cooking dinner now. Feel free to come over whenever! 

Yeosang [4:45pm]: I’ve got to feed and then I’ll be on my way. Expect me around 6? 

You [4:46pm]: Sounds good. :) 

You made a mental note to get Yeosang a key— you knew you’d been dating him for no time at all, but at the same time, he had an invitation, and it wasn’t like he couldn’t break the door down if he really ever wanted to. 

Not that you thought he would, because the vampire seemed to be absolutely smitten with you. 

Of course, you felt the same, especially after spending the entire weekend with him. You wanted him around as much as he wanted to be present. 

Which seemed to be quite a lot, already, if the last few days were any indicator. He had stayed late into the night Saturday, watching movies with you. Then he had returned Sunday morning bearing more breakfast, and the two of you had spent a lazy day on your couch, while you introduced him to Bob’s Burgers and subsequently listened to him laughing all afternoon and well into the evening. 

Yeosang arrived at 6 on the dot, and you opened the door to find him frowning and mumbling under his breath. 

“Yeosang? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, hi.” He looked up and gave you a sheepish grin. “Well. See, I thought I was being efficient by feeding on my way over. But now I feel like an idiot, because I just realized I forgot my toothbrush. And I obviously can’t kiss you without brushing. So… Where’s the nearest drugstore? I’ll have to go out and come back.”

“Oh, I have extras,” you shrugged. “Come on in, I’ll get you one.” 

You led him to the master bathroom and got out a toothbrush from under the sink, handing it to him and directing him to leave it in the mug next to the sink when he was done. You returned to the kitchen to rescue your dinner from the oven and shut it off. Yeosang wandered in after a few minutes and sidled up beside you, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed some mouthwash too.”

“Not a problem,” you murmured. “I appreciate you being so thoughtful.”

“Of course. What did you make?”

“Oh, just some chicken and veggies. I was hoping that it would have already been done and I could have eaten, but alas. It needed a bit more time than I anticipated.”

“It really doesn’t bother me to have you eat in front of me,” Yeosang told you firmly. “I promise.”

“Okay,” you sighed. 

“Really.”

You fixed a plate for yourself and moved to the living room with Yeosang, turning on another movie and eating while you tried to convince him to give you any sort of details about the date on Friday.

“Absolutely not,” he shook his head. “Not a word.”

“If you don’t tell me anything, how will I even know where to meet you?”

“Oh, I’ll be picking you up, lovely.” He kissed you sweetly and gave you a mischievous smile. “Don’t you worry. I've got everything covered.” 

Yeosang arrived at your apartment on Friday at 6:30, just as you were watching the snow falling lazily from the sky. You answered the door to find him all bundled up, boots and jeans and a heavy coat over a thick sweater, and a matching hat and scarf. You knew all of it was just for looks, but your heart still skipped a beat at just how cute he looked.

He was also carrying a decently sized messenger bag, and you eyed it warily.

“Um. Hi."

“Oh, lovely, you’re not dressed warmly enough,” he tsked as he slipped into your apartment. “Is that a tshirt under your cardigan?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You should wear long sleeves. Maybe some tights under those jeans. And a good warm coat.”

“Are we going on a date to Antarctica?” You laughed.

“Not quite, but I want you to stay warm all the same,” he told you. He reached into the bag, pulling out a bulky, wooly hat and scarf in your favorite colors.

“You might need these.”

“Okay,” you giggled. "Give me a second and let me change."

"Okay."

You returned to him still standing in the entryway, having taken his recommendations, and took the hat and scarf from him, putting them on and striking a pose.

"How do I look?"

“Very cute. Okay, let’s go.” 

“Go where?”

“You’ll see.” 

Yeosang walked arm-in-arm with you, leading you back to the park downtown where your first date had gone awry. 

“Just what kind of do-over were you planning?” You laughed. He kissed you and pointed across the clearing, where you saw a large sign– SLEIGH RIDES. 

“Oh my god,” you mumbled. 

“It’s a full moon tonight, it’s snowing...” Yeosang said quietly. “I think it’ll be wonderful. Not to mention beautiful,” he murmured, staring right at you, and you knew he was no longer talking about the weather, or the current state of the moon. You blushed fiercely, and he leaned in to kiss your cheek softly.

Yeosang paid the attendant, and then he helped you climb into the sleigh you were directed to, quickly wrapping you in a couple fuzzy blankets. He pulled a thermos from his bag and handed it to you. 

“Hot chocolate. And don’t worry, I didn’t make it, so it’s safe to drink. It’s supposed to be some kind of fancy Italian hot chocolate. I don't quite remember the name, but I was assured it's top quality."

“You are too sweet, Kang Yeosang,” you told him as you kissed his cheek. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Keep me, I hope.”

Although it was freezing outside, and your date was not much warmer as he tended towards whatever the immediate temperature around him was, the warmth you felt in your heart was unrivaled. You hadn't felt this way about anyone in a very, very long time. You sipped the hot chocolate, savoring it as you leaned into Yeosang, enjoying the sights as the sleigh made its way around the park. 

When the driver stopped for a moment at a gorgeous view of the city, on a crest overlooking the lake, and you heard Yeosang gasp. You raised your head to look over at him, concerned. 

“What is it? Too pretty, right?”

“Oh. Just… the way the moonlight shines on you… ” He breathed. “Not that I can speak much to it, but you are breathtaking all the same.” 

You flushed immediately and tried to hide your face, but Yeosang wouldn’t let you, instead pulling you into an embrace and kissing you gently. 

“I mean it,” he whispered. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a lovelier sight.” 

“You really are a hopeless romantic,” you said, nuzzling his nose with yours. 

“Maybe I am. But I think you like it.”

“I wouldn’t have you any other way,” you replied. 

After the ride was over, you and Yeosang returned to your apartment, where he refused to take back the hat and scarf. 

“No, those were gifts, not a loan. Why do you think I picked that color?"

“But—”

“No buts. I don’t want you getting a cold.”

“That’s literally not how colds work, Yeosang.”

“How do you know?” He retorted, crossing his arms and giving you a look. 

“Um, because it’s common sense? And also I was a pre-med student, that has to count for something.” 

“Well, maybe.”

You dragged him down onto the couch with you as you rolled your eyes. You removed your cardigan and tossed it aside, pushing your long shirt sleeves to your elbows, and then rested your head on Yeosang’s shoulder. 

“Thank you for tonight,” you said quietly. “I don’t know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t that, and I had so much fun.”

“You’re welcome. Like I told you, I had to make up for the previous two dates.”

“You really didn’t. I don’t like you any less just because your clan leader doesn’t seem to know what boundaries are. That's on him, not you."

“Well that’s a relief,” Yeosang laughed. “He did grill me until I told him what the plans were for tonight, and then he told everyone else, and they wouldn’t stop teasing me. They were literally cat-calling me as I was walking out the door.” 

“At least they’re consistent, you said they teased you about the coffee date too.”

“And the movies. And just in general. Every time I come home from your place, actually. Or when they catch me texting you."

“They should lighten up.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like I don’t join in teasing the others whenever they go on dates or what have you.”

“Do the rest of your clan date humans a lot?” You sat up to look at Yeosang.

He thought about it for a moment before replying.

“It varies. A couple of them do. Some of them only date other vampires, because they’re afraid they’ll hurt a human. A couple of them… spend time with humans, but they don’t really date, if you understand my meaning. And then of course there’s Hongjoong, who seems to have resigned himself to being alone forever after what happened with Elsie.”

“I really hate that for him.”

“Me too.” 

The two of you lapsed into silence for a bit as you cuddled on the couch, and you grabbed your phone to put on some music. Before long, Yeosang began to doodle patterns on your arms again, and you giggled when a particularly light brush down your forearm tickled you. 

“Uh oh. Ticklish, hmm?”

“I refuse to answer on the grounds that I may incriminate myself,” you replied airily. 

“I see.” He moved a hand to touch your side, and you shrieked and moved away from him before he even got close. 

“I haven’t touched you!” He giggled, and reached for you again, laughing when you began to cackle wildly at just the thought of him tickling you. 

“I… know…” You wheezed. He wiggled his fingers, still not touching you, and you yelped and hit him with a pillow. 

“Oh, this is fun,” he marveled. He moved his hand towards you again, and you screeched.

“For who?!” You managed to get out, still laughing. “Stop that!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” he smirked, putting his hand down. He put it back up just one more time before closing his eyes and throwing his head back, laughing up a storm as you squealed. 

“Yeosang! You’re so ornery! Stop it!" 

“Okay. I’m done now.”

“God, I’m not sure how I feel about you knowing that secret already.”

“Oh, that I can tickle you without even laying a finger on you? I love it. I definitely won’t use it against you, ever,” he told you with a wicked grin.

“Sure,” you snorted, reaching out to playfully swat his shoulder. “I'm not sure I believe you."

“Are you accusing me of being devious?” He asked, feigning horror.

“Maybe,” you shot back, sticking your tongue out at him. He laughed and shook his head at you. 

“Come here. You’re too far away.”

“What’s in it for me?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Hmm. Well, for one thing, I can’t kiss you when you’re all the way on the other end of the couch.”

“Oh, you make a good point,” you nodded. “So, you want to kiss me, huh?”

He eyed you, and you saw his chest rise and fall once as he took in a breath and then let it out. 

“Absolutely, yes."

“Well then.” You scooted just a bit closer, but nowhere near enough for him to reach you. He immediately stuck out his lower lip. 

“Closer.”

You moved a couple inches more, a shit-eating grin on your face as you watched the pout become more drastic.

“You’re just teasing me now.”

“You tickled me,” you said, pointing at him and making a face. 

“I didn’t touch you.” He moved closer to you. 

“Well, as you discovered, you didn’t have to.”

“But I want to,” he murmured as he rapidly closed the gap between the two of you, and you gasped as he leaned in to kiss up your jawline. 

“Is… is that so…” You gasped. He raised his head to look you in the eyes. 

“Yes.”

You crashed your lips onto his, grabbing at him, snaking your arms around him as he kissed you back with just as much fervor as you gave. He reached up to tangle his fingers in your hair, and you whined as he tugged lightly. You nipped at his lip, then sucked on it, drawing a deep gasp and several curse words from him. Not a second later, he used his grip on your hair to pull your head back, moving to press soft, slow kisses to your neck, laving his tongue over your skin and causing you to whimper loudly. In return, you dragged your nails down his back, and he stiffened for a second before returning to kiss your lips, wrapping both arms around your waist and pulling you as close as he could. 

Just as you were considering straddling his lap, he broke away, letting you go entirely and scooting back a bit. 

“I… ugh.” He put his head in his hands. “What am I doing?” God, how improper of me. I’m so sorry.”

You could see the extremely obvious bulge in his jeans, and you frowned. You hadn’t been upset with the way things seemed to be heading, not at all. 

“I really am sorry, lovely,” he said again, reaching for your hand, but refusing to meet your gaze, clearly embarrassed. 

“Yeosang, it’s not a problem…”

“No. I shouldn’t have done that. I… I don’t want you to get the wrong impression, what I want out of this relationship. My intention was not to take you straight to bed and I hope this hasn’t given you that idea. I’m supposed to be courting you, not… whatever that was. I’m sorry.”

“Please stop apologizing,” you sighed. “I’m not mad. I didn’t think that was all you wanted. You haven’t made me uncomfortable. I swear. I would have stopped you if that were the case.”

He finally looked at you, and your heart sank when you saw his sad expression. 

“I’ve known too many vampires who rushed things with humans because they felt like they had to. I’m sure you understand why. But I don’t want to do that. Yes, you’re human. But I want something meaningful with you. Something real, something lasting . And I don’t want to rush it. I know your time is finite, but it’s not that finite.”

You squeezed his hand gently. 

“You’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?”

“Yes, admittedly.” He raked his free hand through his hair. “Maybe it’s foolish to do that so soon, I know. And that, I couldn’t really help.”

“Well, you said it, I am human,” you sighed. 

“That doesn’t mean I want you any less,” he said quickly. “I guess I’m just thinking a little differently because of that. Does that make sense?”

“Oh, it makes total sense,” you nodded. “Just… promise me you won’t beat yourself up about tonight when you go home, okay? I’m not upset at all. I am glad you said something before I pushed it further though, in all honesty, because I was considering it.”

“You’re sure you’re not mad?”

“Yeosang. I promise. You’re worrying about it too much.”

“Okay.” 

As if to prove your point, you leaned over and kissed him over his birthmark. He let out a small squeak, and you giggled. 

“You just love doing that, don’t you?” He wrinkled his nose at you. 

“Yes, I do. Mostly because your reactions are so funny.”

“Why do you like kissing my birthmark?”

“Because it’s beautiful.” You moved closer to him and kissed his cheek. “All of you is beautiful, really.”

“I used to cover it up.” He frowned he reached up to brush his fingertips over it.

“You didn’t.”

“I did. But I’ve been leaving it alone lately. Partly because it was becoming too much of a chore.”

“Well, I like it. It’s unique and pretty and like I told you before, it makes you that much more special.”

“I’m so glad I can’t blush,” he mumbled. “I’d be fifteen shades of red right now.”

“Now that is unfortunate.”

You tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to hide a yawn. Yeosang checked his watch and sighed. 

“I guess I should let you get to bed. I’m feeling a bit tired myself, to be honest. I have to do patrols tomorrow, but maybe we could get together in the evening? If you’re not entirely tired of me yet.”

“You really think I could get tired of you, huh?”

“Well, yes.”

“Not a chance,” you shook your head, giving him a quick, chaste kiss. 

You bid him goodnight with a few more kisses, and took a bath before bed, sinking down in the hot water as you tried not to think about earlier, how Yeosang had held you, his lips on your neck, how it might feel if—

Okay, that’s quite enough from you, brain.

The next day passed quickly, and you exchanged some texts with Yeosang in the morning, but as the afternoon wore on, you began to worry. He had told you that he would let you know around 4 when he’d be over, but 4 came and went without a peep from him. 

A few minutes past 6, you startled as you heard frenzied knocking on your door. You opened it without thinking, stifling a scream as you took in the scene on your doorstep. 

Yeosang was standing, mostly , slumped against your door frame, large gashes everywhere, deep cuts across his chest and abdomen, dripping blood onto your doormat at an alarming rate. He stumbled forward suddenly, and you managed to catch him, though he was heavy. 

He groaned as you helped him across the threshold, and somehow got the door closed, supporting him all the while. 

“I’m sorry,” he muttered thickly. “I… I was in such a hurry... I didn’t know where else to go.”

[28ms28]

MY Rating of F1 drivers based on their personality(more sway) and their track presence and racing

1. Charles Leclerc

(Track Menace who is also Pookie Bear) (unintentionally funny) (just an inchident) (canonically listens to sad songs after bad races) (piano man was at some point higher in the iTunes chart than at the actual championship standings) (clueless cringefail loser) (Ice-cream man) (14 year old Max Verstappen's nightmare) (best qualifier on the grid imo) (idk something about someone who is on course for achieving greatness and will not stop until he achieves it no matter the cost, something about so much sacrifices for something he got soo close to achieving something that did not work out in the end something about how he devotes himself to Ferrari like no one else could before him something about how fate chose him to be in that seat something about how he made it look easy something about how it looked like the way was paved for him something red red red idk something about web weaving) (dogdad) (we love Leo) (went to Lewis Hamilton school of naming his dog after his rival) (oh and dreams about community services with said rival) (very strong mental health and even bigger therapy bills) (did i mention he's il predestinato of the tifosi) (biggest Ferrari fan) (only one who knows how to race max verstappen) (he was an ankle biting child see any photos of his childhood as proof) (everybody is maxplaining victim he's a maxplaining enjoyer) (suffers from middle child syndrome) (Seb's Ferrari child) (committed parricide on Sebastian Vettel in 2019 and 2020)

2. Max Verstappen

(pookiest pookie to ever pookie, track lion, big brother, catdad, certified victim ,about to be 4 time world champ, deserves so much more love, so so so incredibly talented, he's just a shy boy your honour ,free my man he did all of it but yeah vibes, because I'm dutch, fifa legend(just online), Danny kvyat has nightmares about him, geography nerd, has zero skills in any other physical sport, is planning to become a sim racer, tu tu tu du max verstappen (fun lore about Max did you know this guy was ranked 21st in the world in ultimate fifa in 2018(or was it 2016?? Doesn't matter) like can you imagine being that insane like bro you are a f1 driver in a top team like pls ??) (community service enjoyer) (certified yapper) (is terrified of fuel stations(jos verstappen when I catch you) ) (#1 lecfosi) (cringefail loser and he knows it) (teammate destroyer) (has read every rule in the rulebook and knows how to break every rule in the rulebook legally ofc all legally) (Seb's redbull child) (on his way to break every single one of Seb's record just to spite the old man)

(And is friends with an old Austrian man somehow)

3. Oscar Piastri

(Pookie bear, Mark Webbers child that has Sebastian Vettel's evil aura (Mark you will never know peace), koala, polite cat, eldest sibling energy, Android lover, Carlos Sainz's nightmare gremlin, loves cricket(cannot play well bless his heart), #1 lestappen shipper(I respect that) is also somehow the eldest of the lestappen children(his granddads are Webbanso) ) ( Him and Fernando have plotted the downfall of alpine) (I have a feeling he hates Zak brown deep down which I agree with) (grill the grid champ(like I said aura of Seb Vettel))

4. George Russell

(British individual(derogatory), king of radio messages (oh crikey), has an evil aura which is probably why he gets along with Nando, makes amazing powerpoints(facts!!), head of the gdpa and he takes it V.E.R.Y seriously probably the admin to the f1 driver group chat, part-time driver part-time strategist, he's a better driver than people give him credit for unpopular opinion but I think he can be a wdc or least a close wdc contender if given the right car I think if he was in lando's car in 2024 he probably would have taken the fight to max idk about winning but he's for sure no easy breeze, f3 and f2 wdc too, very memefiable or wotever the word is) ( T pose)(t.a.l.l.)(one sweaty boi)

5. Carlos Sainz

(Spanish chilli, smooth operator, dog lover, says bye to his racing career after 2024( no wait let me tell you something let me finish let m- *shot*), certified zoning out( Carlos has been called to the stewards), Lewis Hamilton hater prolly, certified Fred vassuer hater, poor guy really he leaves whenever a team is getting good like come on, has had very good teammates and has been friends with them, in 2025 will become the third person in history to have raced for Ferrari, McLaren and Williams, I feel like he lacks a bit of aggressiveness in his racing like he operates smoothly and intelligently sure but yk you should have a bite yk )(whenever he finds this said bite and aggressiveness it's usually against his teammate I'm observing you Carlos I'm noticing)( loves Lando Norris, golf master but humble about it, Maria Karey, one of the mature drivers on the grid, excellent at all sports, James aeiou has a crush on him, Lana del Ray coded, him and max were torro rosso nepo babies).

6. Lewis Hamilton

(7-time world champion, goat behaviour, was friends with P Diddy, rich cool wine aunt, #blessed, fashionista, Hammertime, Fernando Alonso's nightmare gremlin, don't ever mention 2016 in front of him, is haunted by Nico Rosberg, is neighbours with Nico Rosberg, will avoid Greece for the rest of his life, had a very public divorce, thus vegan, Silverstone 2008 you will always be famous, this Barbie is an f1 driver, still we rise guys, Toto Wolff and David Croft will sacrifice their bloodline for him, certified Micheal Massi hater, certified Bottas lover, we love him and Seb being the activists on the grid, this is getting manipulated man, did not survive Abu Dhabi 2021, did not survive Abu Dhabi 2016, has had caps thrown at him, Left family for Italian mafia, uncle I beg you please get your qualifying form back pls pls, is embarrassed by those toxic #teamlh and you cannot convince me otherwise, has let 2 baddies named Nico slip from him, ISS THAT GLOCK???, Bono my tyres are gone)

7. Lando Norris

(twitch streamer first f1 driver second, McLaren boy, hates papaya rules, has been multi21nd, mental health has been made very public by his own goddamn team, party-boy and DJ, fakes knowing how to play COD and Fortnite, very consistent racing good for him, terrified of first laps and poles, best friends with last laps and fastest laps(let's go Lando), shit at golf and geography but it's okay he makes up for it by being funny, probably misses being Carlos's teammate, but like Carlos lacks a bit of aggressiveness that is required, McLaren PR's nightmare gremlin, opposite of polite cat, has somehow managed to anger every fanbase and his car is the sole reason for the unification of RedBull, Ferrari and Mercedes, has been dealing with the wrath of Australia since 2021, at the end of the day just a curly haired guy ).

8. Fernando Alonso

(Spanish devil , Disney villain ahh character, 2005 and 2006 world champ, is looking for his 33rd win, Michael Schumacher's nightmare gremlin, grumpy old man first f1 driver second, lance lover(rare), Lawrence stroll's sugar baby, fast, prime Alonso I am scared of you, goat behaviour, holds a special grudge against McLaren and Lewis Hamilton(Alonso is sick of his ass), no more radio for the rest of the race, believes in karma, has dated Taylor swift apparently but is in love with Mark Webber( Jenson button is also somewhere in there), is known as El padre and has an el plan(everyone should be afraid), racecraft out of this world, 2005 Suzuka you will always be famous, all de time you have to leave da space, Alonso radio my love, aggressive but good racing the likes of which I have never seen and probably never will, what do mean by "I knew he'd brake earlier because he has 2 kids and a wife at home" like who says that what what??, worse career decisions than Ferrari strategies, bad luck so much bad luck, so chaotic so much chaos, has adopted Oscar and has plotted the downfall of alpine with him, Flavio haunts him, do not bring up Singapore 2008 in front of him especially not if Felipe Massa is present there, has driven the 2014 Ferrari and has not recovered from it, has outlasted Renault in formula one (wild), give Fernando Alonso 5 more points and he would be a 5 time wdc (even more wild), bye bye I'm still the bad guy)

9. Alex Albon

(alabonoo) ( bff with George Russell) ( is bullied by George Russell) (golf wag first f1 driver second) ( James aeiou has a favourite and it's Alex Albon) ( Alex really said I'm Thai first and a colonizer second and good for you Alex) (2020 Alex and 2022 onwards Alex are different people okay?) ( he's a consistent racer much like Lando but he makes mistakes more often, under pressure working is not his forte sorry pals but it had to be said) ( he's a really nice dude tho and really funny as well ) ( dude has a Chipotle member card as one of his essentials and you tell me I'm not supposed to love him come on be reasonable)(he has his own zoo he's a certified pet owner) ( if I had the money for that amount of pets I would do the same Alex I get it ) (also he's a Ferrari fan so you just know bro is always on hopium) (I think he gets put under the radar often but he's great) ( he seems to be a chill dude imo)(we both love lily)

10. Nico Hulkenberg

(German but like in a cool way) ( has been giving dad energy before he was a dad) ( called Hulk but is probably the calmest person on the grid) ( give my man Bruce Banner his podium nah it's not even funny anymore he deserves so much better than that) ( he's won le mans on his first try yk give him the Redbull seat for godsakes) (Nico is so cheeky like I know he's a gen x or something but like I see the genz potential yk) (Audi better have a car good enough for a podium I swear to god if we say bye to him before a podium I'm uhm I'm uh I'm gonna cry).

11. Yuki Tsunoda

(anime boi) (wants a restaurant before he wants a world championship and I respect that Yuki) (has an evil aura) (certified hothead because he's a certified good chef) (has the bitch spirit to be a Redbull driver but is not. because of Horner issues) (Yuki does make the occasional mistakes but like he's far better than the alt no?) (in the words of Yuki "idk man wotever") (too much anger for too small body) (is in love with Pierre Gasly) (is bullied by Pierre Gasly) (everybody loves Yuki even Nando is a fan)(tbf nandos a fan of anyone who has an evil aura) (people are terrified of Yuki radio as they rightfully should be) (Yuki is nightmare gremlin of every race engineer).

12. Pierre Gasly

(French but like from the north of France)(known for being French and Max Verstappen's teammate thus known for being fucked over by Redbull, also known for his revenge win in Monza) ( he's just a great driver like if given the right car he can fight at the top and win he's not on Max and Charles level yet but I feel like around George and better than Lando) ( he's also a good qualifier maybe it has something to do with speaking French who knows but yeah amazing what he can do in that shit alpine) (unfortunately he has a severe case of resting bitch face but he's very nice actually unless you are Esteban then he's not very nice) (yeah he also has the brocedes case of childhood best friends turned enemies but like French and he's very much Lewis in that way which means he would much rather ignore estie bestie than talk about him e.v.e.r while estie brings up his bestie Pierre wherever he can like Nico)( oh and he loves one Japanese boi)(pierreeee gasllyyyyy)

13. Kevin Magnussen

(Kmag the Viking) (my god nobody races like kmag lol) Okay so maybe I put him this high because he's a track terror to everyone but like watcha want me to do? Not acknowledging kmag's great defending is a crime, he is here to cause menace no matter how many penalty points he gains or races he's banned from he's really coming for Ocon's penalty points honour tbh. Shame really that this is his last season... just when things got interesting *sigh* (off the track he's a chill girldad) (hulk and kmag had an enemies-to-lovers story arc and I think that's beautiful)

14. Esteban Ocon

(he's French, he's from Normandy in France which is the north of France so you just know he was a bored child) (he and Pierre were bored babies) (which is probably why he races the way he does lol) (5-second penalty for Ocon) (no but seriously this guy has mad potential but also he's a mad teammate killer and not in a good way) (he has made a way for himself in formula one and he belongs here it's just that maybe if he tried targeting people other than his teammates he would make it much easier for himself) (he's a very cheerful person irl) (big Marvel fan) (gives very early teenage boy vibes) (softie at heart) (cannot for the life of him pronounce squirrel)(oh he also loves lance(rare)) (Estie bestie is on the podium babyyy)

15. Daniel Riccardo

(Aussie Aussie Aussie Oi oi oi ) (damn Daniel) (it's not tears it's athlete sweat ) (I mean I knew it was time to go but still it didn't have to be this way it's okay tho Danny is enjoying retirement and dirt bikes) (yeah the performance was just not there for Danny boi not that we could see it anyway because of vcarbs shit strategy or whatever they call it) (I miss prime Daniel he was such an annoyance to Sebastian)(2014 Daniel took the Australian revenge on Seb for his crimes against Mark Webber) (but yeah Daniel you go out of this sport with lots of love and a fastest lap)(ki ki aye)

16. Valtteri Bottas

(Finnish when he was in Mercedes but is officially Australian since then) ( Bottas more like Bott-ass get what I mean) (I mean that he has a weird obsession with his gluteus maximus) (Valtteri pls I beg you stop this behaviour) (10 time Grand Prix winner Valtteri has nightmares about James aeiou) (Valtteri it's James) (he's pretty chill all he cares about is racing, cyclist girlfriend, and his mullet+moustache(not necessarily in that order)) also here's a sad fact since Valtteri won't be on the grid next year it would be the first time a Finnish racer is not in the grid since 1989 yeah everybody is waiting for Robin Raikkonen now.

17. Sergio Perez

(Checo damn man what happened) (no 2 Redbull driver curse got to checo) (he was doing so good in racing point like Sakhir 2020 my beloved last to first, man what a performance that was) (he is capable of doing such great things but nooo bro gets knocked out in q1 more than he has reached q3) (Redbull killed the dawg in him man) (certain Austrian man haunts his nightmares and no it's not Niki Lauda) (he and Logan are the nightmare gremlins for mechanics)(even when he performs it's usually in no human right countries so he's not really helping the allegations) ( this poor Latina I swear to god) (he can't drive and he's up and about with other women(Taylor swift 1989 reference) aye aye aye(checo go home to your wife and children).

18. Logan Sargeant

(American) (bald eagle noises) (collective groan of William mechanics) (sorry logie bear)(James aeiou shall face the wrath of Jenson button it's ok) (first American to score points in f1 since 1993 that's 30 years so yaaay!!) (American history will be kind to you Logan)(not sure about f1 history tho) (your last gift to us was a sick ass album cover and I respect it) (if only he knew what a kilometre was * sigh*)(bye bye miss American pie).

19. Zhou Guanyu

(China boy) (another alpine escapee) (Zhou I'm sorry but you're not him anymore) (I miss pre-Silverstone 2022 Zhou where has my dawg gone man) (Zhou may not be as good of a racer now but he makes it up by being a fashionista) (tbf to him that Sauber stake monstrosity is not really helpful so) (also he is a catdad and had an emo phase through f3) (He's the first Chinese to ever race in f1 I think he's done his country proud) (He's also a proud Valtteri lover)

Okay so rookies next I did not include them here well because they have had like on avg 4 races soo

1. Oliver bearman

(ollie) (what a wonderful job he has done my god) (p7 in Jeddah on a day's notice wow dude) (he's driving for Haas in 2025 and his teammate is Esteban so that's..great (my condolences!! ifykyk)) also points in Baku after he passed his teammate (tell me you are a lestappen child w/o telling me you're a lestappen child) what I've seen from him I can tell he's very relentless that's good(also he's the most employed unemployed person ever) (also I heard people criticising him by commenting on his current f2 season like babe did u see his rookie f2 season?? that's why he's here not because of this year but last year and he's not doing bad this year it's just the car is shit but yeah he was at one point higher in the f1 standings than in f2 so I get why people are confused lol) (also he's super likeable very Genz very demure very mindful) (Ferrari has grown him in a lab with utmost care so he's very much a PR baby)

(oh yeah also he's in love with Kimi Antonelli) (yeah they are being genz lestappen)

2. Franco Colapinto

(Frankie baby) (Argentinian and very proud) (is very funny) (is also very genz) (sent James aeiou into a crisis by doing a better job than Alex Albon) (scored 4 times the amount of points than his predecessor in his 2nd race) (looks like Senna goes for the gap like Senna( in racing!! in racing!! calm down man)) (he deserves his place in f1 next year my god) (like the racecraft he has shown is very impressive I'm impressed and so is very f1 team even if he does not get the seat next year I doubt people are gonna forget about him believe me he will be in the talks still) (like I said he's not even had a full f2 season when he was called in for Williams and yet the incredible pace he has shown is fantastic) (has all the 30+ aged drivers enthralled with him and I don't blame them I would be too) (also he refers to Ocon as the Frenchman so where do I submit my stan card??) (oh and he has been adopted by Max Verstappen)

3. Liam Lawson

(aka New Zealand's revenge on Australia) (he did a fantastic job in 2023 and has been doing a fantastic job in 2024) (his idol is Lighting McQueen.....so now that everybody knows that he's Genz you can probably understand why he is beefing with Nando and Checo(boomers) (I think he drives aggressively but not as smoothly he is yet to find a balance it looks like but hey it's working out for him no?) (honestly just give either him or Yuki the Redbull seat) (off the track he's quite an expressive person but I don't think we have seen much of his personality he's friendly for sure and I mean he's a cars fan like come on he's a Pixar kid) (idk something about him says yeah I'm Genz but I still go on Facebook) (not that it's bad not saying the vibes are bad just Liam show more personality).

So that's pretty much it let me kno-what ? what do you mean I forgot someone oh lance stroll?? yeah no I didn't forget(I wish) I just have nothing to say really.

PLS READ these rankings are in my opinion and my opinion only please be kind to me this ranking is for humorous and comedic purposes only no hate to anyone!!