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WHO THE FUCK YOU CALL. WHO THE FUCK YOU CALL.

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About Time

Tyler Owens x Childhood Friend!Reader

Summary: You’ve been Tyler’s best friend since childhood, but a near-death experience makes him realize he feels much more for you than friendship and he shouldn’t have allowed himself to deny it for so long. 

Warnings/Notes: cursing, mild angst, mostly fluff, typos

Words: 2300

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It was when he almost lost you that Tyler knew he was in love with you. When he was forced to play tug of war with the violent winds to keep you in his arms. When he felt your chest move against his with your shallow, rapid breaths. When he heard his name, a soft whimper from quivering lips. 

“T–Tyler…”

He tightened his grasp on your waist and mumbled, “I got you, darlin’. Just don't let go.”

At that moment, he didn't know if he could protect you, but the alternative was an unbearable thought. Living without you was unimaginable, unacceptable, so if the winds planned to take you, they would have no choice but to take him, too. Then at least you'd be going together. 

He’d always felt something for you, and he understood that he probably always would, but he'd been unwilling to give it a name more intense than a teenage crush that just happened to last well past its expiration date. And while your perpetually growing beauty and intoxicating laugh made it hard for him to tame what he continued to feel, he’d managed. 

But that fear of imminent death—more potent than ever—tapped into the depths of those feelings he’d been swallowing for more than a decade. The abuse of pelting rain and flying debris paled in comparison to the overwhelming storm breaking free from the neglected portion of his heart. 

Once disaster moved along, you looked up at him with wide, weary eyes, and he couldn’t think clearly past the repetitive chanting in his head: ‘I love you, I love you, I love you’. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins, overpowering every other sense of logic and reason. He pushed strands of damp hair from your face, cupped your cheeks, then leaned down and sealed his lips to yours in a deep kiss. The first kiss. A kiss that typically has a much better outcome than what followed.

He hasn't seen you since that day. A week has come and gone and not one glimpse of your face, and now he’s more desperate for the sight than he’s ever been before. Missing you when you’re not around is far from new, but having released his feelings, the all-consuming sensation is worse. It’s harder to tolerate.

You're avoiding him, he knows it, but he supposes that can happen when someone kisses their best friend with no prior discussion of deeper feelings. It's not what he would do were the situation reversed—he'd still be all over you, kissing you back, smiling, never letting you go—but you've chosen to handle things quite differently, and in doing so, has left him no choice but to respond accordingly.

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“Mornin’,” you hear, nearly dropping the pail of milk you’d been collecting all morning. Eyes darting to your right, you find Tyler sitting in one of the living room's quilted armchairs. Your heartbeat stutters. 

When you turn your head to the left, your mother is leaning against the kitchen countertop, her fluffy robe tied around her body and a cup of steaming coffee in her hands that she brings to her lips as she reads the newspaper splayed out beside her. 

“Mom, what is Tyler doing here?”

She glances up, swallows, and swipes her tongue across her bottom lip to catch the remnants of caramel-colored liquid. “Oh gosh, dear, he must've snuck in,” she replies, feigning ignorance. “But I’m not one for kickin’ anyone—especially not a fine, young man—off my property, so I guess he’ll just have to stay.”

With a huff, you set the pail down on the breakfast table, knowing your mother will take care of it, and shoot her a glare before making your way to the living room. Tyler stares up at you. You cross your arms and nudge your head toward the storage barn just behind the house where the two of you used to hold your late-night meetings when you were children, and later, teenagers. Many nights you spent in that barn after Tyler had snuck out of his parent’s house and chucked a pebble at your window to wake you. 

Tyler nods and follows you out the back door to the large structure that protects your privacy from the prying ears of the woman inside the house. 

“We gotta get you a new phone, darlin’,” Tyler says to your back once you're enclosed in the barn. “The one you've got doesn't seem to be receiving my calls…or texts…or elaborate voicemails.”

“Tyler…” you sigh, twisting to face him.

“You know we gotta talk about it,” he says. And he’s right, despite how the complicated element introduced into your relationship is entirely his fault and so you shouldn’t have to owe him the time of day until you're ready to give it. “You didn’t have to run away from me.”

“I didn’t run.” Tyler’s eyes follow the movement of your arms wrapping tighter around yourself and he swallows hard. “I walked.”

“Speed-walked,” he counters. “Borderline jogged.”

You groan, your tense shoulders sagging. “Tyler listen, I just–”

“Do you really think disappearing on me was a fair thing to do?” he interrupts. “I’m your best friend.”

Your jaw drops at the audacity. Not surprising, really; Tyler’s always had a way of wording things that gets under people’s skin, but out of the two of you, he is the last person who should be doling out the criticism. 

“Fair?” you huff. “You’re the one who–”

“I mean, what was so wrong with it?” Long fingers slide through his blond hair. “Can you honestly say you’ve never thought about me in that way? It hasn’t crossed your mind once? No sex dreams? Nothin’? ‘Cause I’ve been wrestlin’ with it since fuckin’ high school, but ok, sure, fine.”

“Ty–”

“And I know it was unexpected but was it really that shocking? Don’t you think we’d be good together? I think we’d–”

“For fuck’s sake, Tyler, will you let me talk!” you snap, your voice carrying throughout the barn.

If you were trying to preserve your privacy, you’ve definitely failed now. Half of town probably heard you and they’re nothing short of a mile away, but at this point, Tyler has pushed you well past caring. Let them hear. Let them know what’s going on between you. They all saw him kiss you anyway.

“We nearly died,” you continue. “People around us did die.”

Tyler’s face breaks down and you instantly regret your words. You know he stuck around after you left. You know he helped everyone he could in the aftermath of disaster while you let your emotions override your system and ran home to cry to your mother over how he just rocked what was your very steady relationship.

“Look,” you sigh. “Even if I wasn’t thinking about death—and that is a massive ‘if’—I told myself a long time ago that you are my friend, just my friend.”

Tyler’s hands settle on his hips. His eyes fall to the floor and his back teeth clench. “Why?”

“Because I repeated it so many times in my head that it solidified,” you tell him, throwing your arms up. “You know why Bradley dumped me last year? And Pete a couple years before that? And Bobby back in high school?” you ask. “Because of you. They all sensed this weird…energy…from you. All of them. Do you know how many times I had to tell them they were crazy? Do you know how many times I had to tell myself that I was crazy whenever they brought it up to me and I actually considered the possibility of you feeling that way?” 

You know exactly how many. Bobby had mentioned it five times before he decided he was done; broke it off with you right before prom and scoffed when he saw that Tyler had stepped up as your date. Pete was shorter-lived; asked you about Tyler three times before he said he could see which way the wind was blowing and had no interest in getting in between anything. And Bradley held the record at seven, each time making the fight outdo the one prior before he was simply fed up with the friendship you refused to sacrifice. Three boyfriends have ditched you solely because of Tyler, and fifteen times you had to talk yourself down from the jolt of excitement you got from imagining him loving you.    

Taking a deep breath, you say, “You don’t just get to kiss me and not let me sort out my thoughts for five damn seconds.”

Tyler’s head snaps up, jaw ticking and eyes blazing. “Five seconds?” he spits. “I haven’t seen you in a week. That’s the longest we’ve gone since I graduated.”

“This isn’t just about you; how you feel; what you think; what you want.”

“Then what are you tellin’ me?” Tyler asks.

The light quiver in his voice unnerves you. Not because you aren’t used to him expressing himself to the fullest—and if he’s ever going to be vulnerable with anyone, it’s with you—but that quiver is typically the trigger for you comforting him, taking him into your arms and holding him, letting him wrap himself around you until he feels better and is ready to stop. For some reason, you never noticed how long he would stay tied to you when you gave him the chance. 

“Are you feelin’ like this is it?” he continues. “Are you wantin’ us to be done?”

And suddenly, you’re irritated again. You can’t stop the roll of your eyes. In no universe would you ever be done with Tyler Owens, and the fact that he would entertain otherwise is asinine. “Don't be dramatic.”

“Well, what do you expect!” he shouts. “You’re actin’ like I’m about to lose you!”

“I didn’t say anything like that!”

“But you're mad that I kissed you!”

“Damn it, Tyler! I am not!”       

Green eyes widen, his breaths heavy from his heaving chest. His mouth opens then closes then opens once more. “You’re—” He licks his lips as you watch him grasp for words. “Then why haven't you called me back?”

You shrug. “I don't know. We've never fought before, and I thought you'd be pissed that I walked off, which clearly you are, so…”

“That’s not true,” he says, moving to take a step closer to you before thinking better of it and staying put. “I haven’t been pissed, darlin’, just terrified. And missing you. And…wanting you.” Heat flares your cheeks, forcing you to tear your eyes away from the desperation in his. “But I’m sorry. I wasn’t tryin’ to…I mean, you left and I thought…”

You shake your head. Whatever he let himself think, he was wrong.

The silence that settles over you is thicker than you're used to in his presence. You're used to laughter and jokes, sweet comments and banter. Tension zings in the space between your bodies, but it's pleasant, electrifying, invigorating. You feel the full impact of everything that was tucked underneath the stress and anxiety of barrelling through such a hard conversation. 

Tyler feels it too. His face shows it. His eyes you can only describe as heatedly glittering as he stares at you staring at him. His brows are pinched from frustration of a different kind. It's his lips, though, that reveal his thoughts better than any other feature. They're softly parted, glistening from a swipe of his tongue like he's ready to lock them to yours at any second. Like he needs to be ready just in case you give him the go-ahead so he can kiss you before you dare rescind your permission. 

“What are you thinking?” you ask, words quieter than you meant for them to be, but Tyler hears you.  

His chuckle is short, half-formed, partially overtaken by the exhale of a breath. You detect a slight tease, as if you should already know the answer to that question. 

“That I wanna kiss you again,” he says. “So fuckin’ bad.”

The corners of your mouth struggle not to quirk upward. “Tyler.” He hums. “You know what it means if we do this, right?”

He nods. “We can’t go back,” he says. “But darlin’, I don’t wanna go back. I wanna keep on goin’...with you.”

“Everything will be different.”

“Not everything. We're still us, we'd just be kissin’ and touchin’ and, you know, doin’ other stuff,” he replies with a smile. “Hopefully.”

You picture Tyler standing before you as you have secretly wished you could have him for years—bare and muscled and grinning and telling you he loves you—and for the first time, you aren’t awash with guilt and shame. It feels right to think of him like this. Natural. There’s a soothing ocean of serenity flowing under the flames of desire, and it hits you that this was probably inevitable. All the pieces were there—friendship, trust, love—all there was left to do was act on it. 

“You won't change your mind?” you ask, stepping to him. 

At your question, distress takes over Tyler's face, but it melts into a grin once he notices your smirk. He closes the remaining distance between you and takes your hand, carefully interlocking your fingers. 

“No chance,” he tells you. 

“Ok,” you say, nodding. “Well, if you’re absolutely sure, then I guess it’s ok if you kiss me agai–”

Your chuckle is muffled against his lips. His fingers untangle from yours and he guides your hand to rest on the back of his neck so he can cup your cheek. His free arm coils around your waist, pulling you in closer, and your body melts into his. Your brain fuzzes. You lose all awareness of your surroundings. You think you might just stay like this forever.

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SHE WAS LIKE A SHOT OF EPRESSO

pairing. tom blyth x actress!fem!reader (mentions of other actors x fem!reader platonically)

summary. in which you are the epitome of sunshine and radiance within your co stars OR all the times your co stars have talked interviewers’ ears off about you

installment of this au | read for context!

Time 1: Tom Blyth

“How’s Y/N as a cast mate?”

That question shouldn’t make Tom Blyth smile that wide — but he does — because he’s so utterly and unconditionally inlove with you.

“Oh gosh, I wouldn’t even know where to start,” Tom begins. “As her boyfriend, I think I’m being pretty biased when I say this, but Y/N Avocot as a cast mate has honestly been the best experience of my life. There has not been a day where she doesn’t make me laugh so hard that my ribs start hurting, and there hasn’t been a day where she hasn’t made me smile.” He pauses for a moment, pondering the next words to say.

“Y/N’s just that type of person, you know? She’s like the warm sunlight that engulfs you every morning you open your curtains, she’s like that newly brewed coffee that helps hydrate and bring you back to life. She’s everything.” And he says this in such a loving manner that the interviewer practically awes, the cameraman zooming the camera to show Tom’s dilated pupil.

“Your pupils are dilated!” The interviewer mentions, laughing as she points towards his eyes.

“Oxytocin is a warm hormone that’s released when you talk about someone you love,” Tom shrugs. “All my friends say my pupils dilate when I’m near Y/N, that’s just the effect she has on people.”

“Well there it is folks! Tom Blyth is truly inlove with Y/N Avocot!”

Time 2: Sean Kaufman and Lola Tung

It was an interview discussing the new season of The Summer I Turned Pretty, and it consisted of Sean and Lola who’s schedules were the only ones that were open that day.

“Guys! We’re so happy to have you today,” the interviewer starts.

“Why thank you,” Lola smiles brightly into the camera, smoothing out her dress.

“So obviously, this season is very important to the plot, it contains so much new exciting storylines including Sean’s character, Steven Conklin, and Y/N’s character, Ella!”

“Yes,” Sean laughs, his eyes crinkling. “It was very fun filming the scenes with Y/N, she’s like that little rush of happiness that you just wanna keep inside a jar.”

“Actually!” Lola speaks up, crossing one leg over the other as she leans forward to the interviewer. “Now that Sean’s mentioning it, Y/N really is a rush of happiness. God, everyday on set, I always think ‘I’m gonna probably have to say my lines over a thousand times and be tired by the time I’m done’ but Y/N comes right in, and she’s always making funny faces behind the director which just fills my heart with joy and it’s those little moments that make acting really worth it you know? Like even though I’m dying re filming the same scene over and over again — I know that Y/N’s always going to cheer me up by the end of it.”

“Wow,” the interviewer laughs. “I haven’t even asked you guys about Y/N yet but she seems to be very loved by the crew.”

“Oh yeah,” Sean nods. “Everyone filming loves her. I mean, how could you not?”

And the interviewer thinks the same question, because after interviewing Tom Blyth, she really believes that you really cannot not love Y/N Avocot.

Time 3: Timothee Chalamet

“Timo!” The interviewer greets Timothee excitedly, moving the chair so he could sit.

“Jacob! My favorite interviewer,” and maybe Timothee’s lying, because he’s seen about a million interviewers by now, but it makes Jacob smile, not so much hating his job anymore.

“Your new movie, Miracles in Love, can you tell me more about that?”

“Yes,” Timothee takes a deep breath. “It’s about a boy and girl in their early twenties figuring out what they wanna be in life. My character, Louie Marcel, falls inlove with my co star — Y/N’s character — Maeve Jones after they bump into each other at the bar and talk about how depressing their lives are. It’s pretty funny, y’know. How easy it was to film with Y/N, in fact, it came all naturally.” Timothee pauses, a small smile playing on his lips.

“When you say naturally, what exactly do you mean by that?”

“Oh you know Jacob,” Timothee grins. “It’s easy to fall inlove with Y/N Avocot. She’s a remarkable actress, and everything that I filmed with her feels so real that it feels like I’m really Louie and I’m really falling inlove with a girl named Maeve at the local bar near my university.”

“Oh wow,” Jacob, the interviewer, can’t help but gush at Timothee’s endearing statement. “You must be very good friends.”

“Us? Of course!” He laughs as if it was one of the funniest statements on earth. “I’m really good friends with her boyfriend too, Tom. They’re honestly the sweetest couple, don’t know if I’m inlove with him or her. Maybe both,” he jokes.

bellyapologist oh to be yn avocot and be so loved by her cast mates that they’re smiling each time they talk about her

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user1 literally like how do you not cry when you’re being called a literal rush of happiness

user2 lola and sean being so excited to talk about her even though the interviewer didn’t start the interview yet 😭

user3 shows that yn is rly a good person

timotheesgf YN AVOCOT LET ME BE YOU PLEASEEEE LOOK AT HOW TIMOTHEE TALKS ABT HER GOD LIFE IS NOT FAIR

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user4 “it’s easy to fall inlove with yn avocot” FUCKKKKK

user5 “everything I filmed with her feels so real” oh tom and kylie are punching the air rn

user9 she must’ve saved a planet in her past life cause..

user10 same energy as “she was like a shot of espresso” 😭😭😭😔😔😔

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hi! I love ur sub!sylus stories so bad like oh my gosh he's so cute, my heart cannot take it. 😣😣 But, if you don't mind, i would like to request sylus reaction to mc who are loves to wear his clothes? Ngl i feel like his clothes that were obviously too big for her would look adorable! And, i feel like mc will look like a real kitten bcs she's curled in the couch, wearing his oversized sweaters! Thanks!

Sylus reaction to you wearing his clothes

(Note/ omgg thank you so much for liking my sub sylus posts ☺️☺️ I wrote this one with that “cuteness” in mind while also keeping sylus his normal dominant self haha I hope you enjoy pumpkin🤍)

Sylus stepped into the living room after a long day, the weight of his mafia duties still hanging over him like a dark cloud. But the moment he caught sight of you curled up on the couch, all of his stress faded into the background.

You were wrapped in one of his oversized long-sleeve shirts, the fabric swallowing your smaller frame. It hung down past your mid-thigh, giving you an adorable, almost helpless look that made his heart race. The way the sleeves draped over your hands and the hem of the shirt barely concealed the cheeky booty shorts underneath only added to the effect. You looked like a real-life kitten, innocent and impossibly cute.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk spreading across his face. “Well, well, what do we have here?" he drawled, his deep voice breaking the quiet.

You looked up, startled, your eyes widening as you realized you'd been caught. "Sylus!" you exclaimed, attempting to pull the shirt down to cover yourself more but it only made you look more adorable in his eyes. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Clearly" he teased, striding over to you with that confidence that always made you weak in the knees. "You look like a little lost kitten all curled up on the couch. Just where do you think you're going in that outfit?"

You felt heat rush to your cheeks,embarrassment flooding through you as you fumbled for a response. "| was just... comfortable?"

"Comfortable?" Sylus echoed, amusement dancing in his eyes. He leaned down, brushing a finger along the hem of the shirt, watching as you squirmed under his gaze.

"You look like you're about to get lost in those oversized sleeves. You're practically swimming in it, sweetie."

You tried to hide your face behind your hands but Sylus was quicker, gently pinning your wrists above your head. His grip was firm yet playful, making it impossible for you to hide from his teasing gaze.

"Why are you so cute?" he mused, his voice dropping lower, laced with a teasing intensity. "I swear, every time I see you in my clothes, I think I'm going to burst from how adorable you are." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin. "And those shorts? A little too cheeky for my taste, don't you think?"

You couldn't find the words, a mix of embarrassment and something else swirling inside you. "I just wanted to be cozy!" you managed to protest, though your voice lacked any real conviction.

"Oh, I think we both know you enjoy showing off a little” he teased, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "But don't worry, kitten. I'm not complaining." He released your wrists but stayed close, hovering over you, taking in every detail of your flushed face and the way you tried to pull the shirt down.

He tilted his head, smirking as he watched you squirm. "You know what? You should wear my clothes more often. It makes it easy to see how tiny you are compared to me." He stood tall, puffing out his chest just a bit more, emphasizing his buff physique next to your smaller frame. "It's like having my own little pet."

Your heart raced at the teasing words and you bit your lip, the blush deepening on your cheeks. "I'm not a pet!" you retorted, though the softness in your voice betrayed your embarrassment.

"Of course you are" he replied smoothly, leaning down again to brush his lips against your forehead, sending butterflies dancing in your stomach. "and I'm your big, owner. It's only fitting." He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, full of that playful dominance that both excited and terrified you.

"You're too cute for your own good" he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. "Just look at you, all cuddled up like that. I can't help but want to spoil you rotten."

With that, he scooped you up in his arms, lifting you effortlessly from the couch. You squeaked in surprise, your hands instinctively wrapping around his neck as he cradled you against his chest.

"Hey! What are you doing?" you protested, though there was little heat in your words.

"Taking my kitten to her next cozy spot" he replied, grinning down at you. "I can't let you just sit here all alone, can I?"

You melted into his embrace, feeling safe and warm in his strong arms. Sylus always had a way of making you feel cherished, even when he was teasing you mercilessly.

"Now, are you going to behave or do I need to keep reminding you just how tiny and adorable you really are?" he asked, his tone playful yet carrying an edge of seriousness.

You bit your lip, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "'ll try" you whispered, your heart racing at the promise of what was to come.

"Good" he said, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Because I'm going to enjoy every moment of having my little kitten all to myself."

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Request from anon: Wanda and y/n have been in a relationship for some months and both of them have a crush on Natasha so they decide to invite her for a threesome and she accepts. Y/n and Natasha are g!p

You Both Huh? (18+)

maroon master list . dark master list . request marvel master list . short n’ sweet master list

Post Age of Ultron: (Wanda Maximoff X G!P Reader X G!P Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: You, Wanda, and Natasha discover and learn about each other's bodies.

Word Count: 2.6K

Content: Fluff, Comfort, Feelings, wlw, sex, threesome, oral, porn with plot

This was my first time writing G!P, and I hope I did it justice! Please let me know if I did anything wrong ❤️

Natasha was exhausted.

After a month of being deep undercover and alone with her thoughts in another country, she was finally back home.

Back at the compound.

Back to be with her found family and friends.

Yet only you and Wanda seemed to be home.

As the elevator doors opened, Natasha found the two of you curled up on the couch in the living room. What Natasha doesn't know is how the two of you were waiting for your favorite redhead to come back home. So, as she steps out from the elevator and her boots hit the floor, Wanda lifts her head up and looks back.

A huge smile breaks out on the younger brunette as she turns to you and shakes you awake from your cat nap.

You rub the sleep out of your eyes as Wanda grabs your hand, and the two of you fly off the couch to Natasha. "Oh my gosh, Wanda! Y/n!" Natasha exclaims as she sees you two quickly make your way over. Her bags hitting the ground as she wraps her arms around her friends.

Her friends that just so happen to be a couple that have a crush on her.

But that's for in a little bit!

Natasha's had her suspicions, but she's a spy, so being on guard 24/7 is like her thing.

As you breathe in the dry shampoo from Natasha's hair, you hear Wanda communicate to you. "Tonight can be perfect." You can't help but smirk and turn your head to eye Wanda. "If Natasha is up for it." You communicate back, making Wanda playfully roll her eyes—something Natasha catches.

"Already? I just got back and you two are already having secret conversations?"

"Sorry, babes!" You comment as you let go of Natasha. "Just about our plans for later." Natasha shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "Okay, sure, whatever." Wanda can't help but laugh as Natasha pretends not to believe you.

"So, where's everyone else?" Natasha asks as she picks up her bags, but Wanda's magic stops her as red tendrils pick them up. "Still need to get used to that," Natasha remarks, even if Sokovia was a year ago. Wanda smiles wide.

"Thor is off-world. Tony and Pepper are doing stuff with M.I.T. Cap and Sam are busy with their missing friend. The toaster is still on sleep mode." Natasha laughs at the last dig you throw in while Wanda rolls her eyes as the three of you arrive at Natasha's door.

"And Banner?" She questions before Wanda can make a comment about her robotic friend. You shake your head. "Nothing to report." Natasha hums and nods her head as she opens her door. "Well, maybe that's best."

"Yeah, it's not like you need him," Wanda says, surprising all three of you. You turn to your girlfriend of the last six months, shocked as she drops her mouth. "Oh my gosh! Natasha, I'm so sorry that was supposed to be an inside thought!"

Natasha looks shocked and looks from you to Wanda. Her surprised face slowly morphs into a quizzical look as she tilts her head and leans against her open door. "An inside thought, huh? What did you mean by it?"

Wanda opens and closes her mouth. "Umm." She looks to you, but you don't know how to help Wanda other than telepathically telling her: "Maybe now's the time."

Wanda closes her mouth, and she decides to go for it.

She looks from you to the redhead, still waiting for an answer. "I meant what I said. You don't need him. You don't him for a release o-or for someone to.. connect with... when... when you have us." When Wanda finally gets through her sentence, she peeks into Natasha's green eyes and does her best not to tap into Natasha's mind.

"When I have you both?" Natasha softly questions as you stand next to Wanda and grab her hand. Letting her know you fully appreciate her for speaking up for the both of you.

You nod to the older woman in front of you. "We like you, Tasha."

"A lot," Wanda adds on.

Suddenly, Natasha's suspicions and nagging feelings made a lot more sense. She was right. The two of you had a crush on the Black Widow. Natasha's body relaxed against the door frame as her neutral face turned into a light smile.

"You both, huh?" She questioned as her smile turned more into a smirk. This made the ever-growing feeling in your stomach flip and turn as Wanda squeezed your hand tighter. "Yes," Wanda spoke for the two of you.

"How long?" Natasha asked as her eyes danced from you to your girlfriend and back. "Since... always?" You said as Wanda nodded. "You're kind of impossible not to develop feelings for," Wanda replied, making Natasha laugh before she took a step closer.

"Well, it's a good thing I like to keep an open mind about these types of situations," Natasha said, confusing you slightly. "What type of situations?" You asked as Natasha turned around and kicked open her door wider as she walked into her room.

Wanda's green eyes and your own followed the figure of the redhead. Her back to you as she lifted up her shirt, revealing her black bra straps underneath. She then turned her head halfway towards you and your girlfriend. "These types... Now, are you two going to join me or not?"

Your girlfriend and you had waited for this moment, so it was no surprise when the door closed behind the two of you and locked in record speed due to Wanda's powers. Natasha smiled and loved it as the two of you continued to watch the show she put on. She smirked and kept her back to you both as she slowly unclipped her bra and unbuttoned her black jeans after kicking off her boots.

The sight of Natasha's creamy ass hidden beneath a pair of black boxers made you want to bite your fist. It was hot and slow and left you wanting more as she turned around to you two.

And that's when you saw it.

Your eyes went wide as Wanda's stomach officially blew up with butterflies. The bulge in Natasha's skin-tight boxers was astounding and, best of all... real.

You and Wanda had no idea.

Natasha who had been nervous and otherwise embarrassed with her reveal in the past could see the look in you and your girlfriends eyes and knew she had nothing to worry about.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Natasha smirked as you and Wanda stepped closer and closer. "That's not the word I would use," Wanda spoke shakily before she looked at you.

You swallowed and wasted no time. You slowly undressed and lifted your eyes to Natasha's green orbs. Wanda followed along as her sundress quickly slipped off and pooled around her feet.

A sight Natasha lightly gasped at as the only thing Wanda wore underneath was a pair of red cotton panties.

"I guess this is one more thing we have in common." You spoke to Natasha as she turned her eyes to you as you slipped off your black pants.

Now it was Natasha's turn for her eyes to go wide as she drank you and your sizable middle section. "Holy shit." She whispered into the room as you threw your shirt off and grabbed Wanda's hand.

All three of you standing in your underwear. Your eyes dance from one person to the other.

Natasha took the lead after a moment and closed the distance between you and Wanda. She dropped her hand to where you and Wanda held each other and grabbed it. "I have to say you two continue to surprise me." Natasha turned her head to the brunette. "Especially you, Wanda."

"Me?" Your girlfriend questioned, making Natasha nod as she led you to her king-sized bed.

Leave it to Natasha to never be at the compound but have a king-sized bed.

Natasha's legs hit the bed before she swung her legs around and started moving back toward her headboard. You and Wanda followed as you crawled onto the bed on your knees. "Well, I never would've thought that Sokovian girl in my red jacket would be up for such... activities."

Wanda blushed as she turned her head away. Natasha looks to you. "But now I see why." Natasha looks you up and down and moves her hands to brush along your sides as Wanda looks back at you both.  You shiver and feel your body jolt at the contact. "Kiss me," Natasha speaks to you as her hands form a grip on your hips as she moves her legs out from under her.

"Do it."

You listen to Wanda's voice in your head, and Natasha commands and moves forward, crashing your lips into Natasha, making the older woman fall back with shock before she closes her eyes and savors the taste of you.

With hunger, your rushed kiss turns into a heated make-out session that leaves Wanda feeling more and more aroused as she watches your body fall into Natasha's. Wanda can't help but dart her green eyes down to see how you and Natasha have grown larger.

The feeling of desire darkens Wanda's eyes as a quiet moan escapes her lips—something Natsha's jewelry-covered ears pick up and makes her slow the taste of your tongue.

Natasha opens her eyes and slowly pushes you by your shoulders just a tad as she looks from Wanda back to you. Natasha can't help but smile at the look Wanda wears. "Now, now, we can't forget about a special someone," Natasha says to you, making you shake your head. "No, we can't." Your words come out almost breathless as you lift off Natasha, grab Wanda by her hand, and pull her close. "Come here, baby."

Wanda obeys and moves to the postion you were just in, pleasing you and Natasha.

"Oh, hi there, beautiful," Natasha says as Wanda looks down at the redhead. "Hi." Wanda shyly smiles and giggles before Natasha runs her hand through Wanda's hair and places her hand on the back of Wanda's skull. "Come here." Natasha softly whispers as she gently lowers Wanda onto her and kisses the witch's pink lips.

You watch from behind as the two move with slow passion. Dear lord, and just when you think the night couldn't get better, your eyes and hand start to trail down Wanda's backside past her scars and moles. 

Down to her underwear, you find a growing wet spot and smile.

Wanda gasps into Natasha's lips as you start to pull down the red cotton panties. Natasha notices and moves her hand from Wanda's side and across her hips.

Wanda does her best to close her legs as Natasha touches her, but Natasha pushes them open and looks up to the brunette with a smile. "It's okay. Let us take care of you." Natasha lifts her left hand up to cup Wanda's face as her right-hand skims the top of Wanda's clit. "And then you can take care of me," Natasha smirks before her tongue enters Wanda's mouth.

The younger woman accepts it and moans into Natasha's mouth as she feels you shift on the bed, and Natasha's fingers circle her wet clit.

Your hands coming in contact with her bare ass moments later.

And then Wanda feels your naked thighs brush up against the backs of hers. "Oh, baby." You moan, making Wanda and Natasha stop to turn and look at you.

"Fuck look at that," Natasha says as you hold your penis lining it up to Wanda's entrance. Wanda closes her eyes and turns her head back to collapse her body onto Natasha.

Natasha smiles as she watches and feels Wanda's breath against her chest as you slowly push forward. Wanda whimpers and moans against Natasha's skin before the redhead lifts her face and kisses her.

"It feels so good." Wanda quietly says between the two of them. Natasha nods. "I know, baby." She replies by bringing her right hand back up to Wanda. Her middle and ring fingers glistened from Wanda's wetness. Natasha looks from her hand to Wanda's face and brings it to the brunette's lips.

Without being told, Wanda opens her mouth and closes it around the two fingers before she sucks and tastes herself.

"My, my Wanda, you are a good girl." Wanda moans around Natasha's fingers and shuts her eyes as you push deeper into her. The feeling of pleasure radiates off her body and onto Natasha, who smirks and loves the sight before her.

With a smile, Natasha slowly pulls her finger out of Wanda's mouth. Wanda's lips fall against the callous skin before flipping back up once Natasha leaves her.

Wanda opens her eyes again as Natasha runs her hand up Wanda's face to her head. "You're taking her so well, aren't you?" Natasha asks, making you smile. Wanda nods without any words escaping her mouth. "Do you think you can handle more?" Natasha asks Wanda, who nods again. "Yes."

Regardless of the answer, Natasha was going to push on Wanda's head. But the brunette started moving down willingly as her lips left a trail of hot kisses down Natasha's front exposed body until she reached the band of her black boxers.

Wanda was getting more and more lost in the lust of the situation as she touched Natasha, and you fucked her doggy style, making her start to act on desire.

Not that Natasha minded the watching and feeling Wanda's hot breath and tongue work up and down the outline of her cock against the fabric. The friction and the need for it to be released made Natasha squirm just a bit, but it was not enough to make Wanda drunk with power.

Because even she wanted to taste it and feel it slide down her throat.

So she gave in and let her hot hands pull down Natasha's boxers, exposing the redhead's cock to the cool air of the room. "O-oh my gosh, Natasha." Wanda practically moaned as you thrust into her. She looked up to her friend, who wore a smirk. "Go ahead." Natasha encouraged to which Wanda nodded and wasted no time licking her lips and taking the tip into her mouth as Wanda's hand wrapped itself around the base.

As Natasha fell back, your girlfriend's head began to bob up and down.

You didn't think anything else would be hotter.

And yet, when Natasha's hand pushed down onto Wanda's head, making her gag as Natasha smirked, you found true bliss.

You found it again as Natasha moaned and moaned due to the vibrations coming from Wanda's screams of pleasure on Natasha's cock as you gripped the brunette's hips and pounded into her. 

And then again and again as you, Wanda, and Natasha explored each other and made each other feel loved, cared for, dirty, and like a bunch of sluts all night.

You cumming in Wanda never made Natasha feel so good.

But after that night, it wasn't just you and Wanda.

It was the three of you together.

It's a good thing Tasha had that king bed and that Baner, who you didn't know, swung both ways, was off-world.

What an idiot.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[fayes-fics]

Lessons in Breeding

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Pairings: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (threesome)

Summary: Fifth story in the Regency Lessons series and it's time-jump time. Things have progressed with our throuple and the Bridgerton Bros are in a race to impregnate their lady…

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, MMF threesome, BREEDING KINK off the bloody charts, pregnancy kink, dirty talk, oral sex (m to f), light bondage, filthy baby-making vaginal sex, dom/sub dynamics. Emotions, talk of marriages, established throuple dynamics.

Word Count: 5.4k

Authors Note: This is set in Lessons universe, but at least a year after the previous instalment. If pregnancy or babymaking isn't your thing, please don't read this. This is a very belated birthday request fill for @iboopedyournose. I hope you like the way I've interpreted your request for breeding kink threesome with bondage. Thanks to @colettebronte and @chaoticcalzoneranchsports for betaing. Enjoy! <3

You pause in front of the portrait of a naked pregnant woman, taking a sip of your champagne. The intimate parts of her are mostly obscured behind translucent silks. Her pregnant belly is bare as she cradles it proudly, her skin glowing; everything about her looks almost ethereal yet so earthy and powerful. It is such a provocative piece you can understand why it is only being shown at private parties such as this one, hosted by Mr Granville.

“Like what you see?” the dusky voice suddenly at your right ear asks.

You inhale sharply, instantly responding to the mere sound of his voice, something very Pavlovian in it. “Yes, I think she looks beautiful,” you reply quietly, tamping down your need to throw yourself into him, begging for his fingers in your mouth.

“She does indeed,” he is standing so close behind you can feel the heat radiating off him through his shirt. “Would you like to look like that? Swollen so beautifully with a baby?”

It's not something you have thought about much beyond the abstract idea that you wish for children someday. But then, so many things in your life are about to change, and this could be one.

“Maybe,” you deflect.

Large hands encircle your waist. “Mmm, just imagine,” he begins, his chest pressing warm on your spine. “How beautiful you would look, your belly all rounded,” his hands slide up and cup your chest as you moan lightly. “Your breasts so full, and oh gosh,” one hand slides down to the apex of your thighs, cradling it through your dress, “the smell and taste of you, so ripe, so juicy. You would be divine,” he assures.

“Stop,” you scold gently, but it's too breathy, the carnal images he so easily paints with his words haunting you as you rock in his arms.

“Would you like me to impregnate you, my darling?” he murmurs, his teeth pulling at your earlobe. “I could fuck you so hard and deep and leave my seed inside you. Over and over. And you know my brother would do the same in a heartbeat.”

Your breath quickens at the thought. They have always been careful to ensure they do not release inside you; it's a strict pact you have in place that they have always respected and obeyed. But perhaps that may change with what is impending.

“My husband-to-be, you mean,” your eyes cut sideways, and he stiffens.

“Yes, of course, I sometimes forget you are soon to be the Viscountess,” he bows his head, a flare of something in his eyes you know is jealousy.

“Benedict…” you sigh, sensing he needs reassurance; you pull him into a quiet alcove. “You know this is the only way the three of us can be together, for always. I love you just as much,” you vow quietly, touching his cheek. “But you know well I cannot marry you both, at least not in the eyes of the law. There would be many questions if Anthony were to remain unwed much longer. You know it is much easier for you to live with us as an apparent bachelor at Aubrey Hall than any other arrangement.”

All the facts you lay out, well known to you both, don’t stop the imploring look he gives you. 

“I will marry you symbolically in a ceremony in the woods, down by the lake,” you whisper, appealing to his bohemian romantic side. “I will wear your ring proudly, too,” you promise. “I am as much yours as I am his. And always will be. I cannot be without either of you.”

He beams and crowds into you, sliding his lips down your neck.

“And yes, I will bear your children, my love,” you sigh as his actions make you pliant in his hands, as they always do. You grab his face to ensure he meets your gaze, his eyes dancing. “Nothing would make me prouder than bearing both of your babies, so yes, my love, the answer is yes.”

You moan gently as he kisses fire across your skin, and your eyes drift back to the painting, the idea of being fertile, ripe, burgeoning with life somehow suddenly so alluring. 

——

“Anthony…” you call, but he does not respond; he probably cannot hear you above the whirlwind of activity around him. “ANTHONY!” you repeat, raising your voice, and suddenly, the hubbub of movement and noise in the room ceases.

His eyes meet yours and flash. “Everyone leave the room at once,” he orders to the hordes of people doing god knows what, “my fiancee wishes to speak with me.”

You watch as all the people scurry from the room as if burned.

“There was no need to send them away quite so abruptly, my love,” you state gently.

“Is this not an occasion where you wish me to throw you upon my desk and rut you so hard you scream?” he flirts outrageously.

“For once,” you respond airily, “it is not.”

“Tis a pity,” he smirks, then perches against the desk, crossing his legs and arms. “Then what can I do for you, my love?”

“I want you to make me with child,” you just go straight to the point. He usually appreciates bluntness.

He drops the heavy accounts ledger he is holding, and it slams to the ground with an echoing thump.

“Correction, I want you AND Benedict to make me with child,” you amend.

“What on earth brought this on?” his tone warm but intrigued, ignoring the ledger completely.

“That art party we went to last night?” you offer casually. “There was a scandalous but beautiful portrait of a pregnant naked woman.”

“Did he fuck you in front of it and give you some ideas?” Anthony sighs with fond exasperation.

“No,” you giggle, “for once, he did not.”

“But Tuesday is your night alone together?” Anthony frowns. “Don’t tell me he shirked his duty? I am his older brother. I can have words….”

“Oh, he more than performed his duty, just not in front of the painting,” you clarify.

“In front of one of his paintings, then?” Anthony guesses.

And you giggle again. “Carriage, on the way home.”

“Figures,” Anthony rolls his eyes, “does he ever do it in a bed?”

“Not if he can help it,” you wink, and he laughs.

Then schools his face more serious. “So you want a baby?”

“I want both of your babies. I’d certainly be open to us all getting some good practice in tomorrow,” you shrug playfully.

“I have absolutely no problem with that,” his voice drops low as he raises a sultry eyebrow. “And the desk offer still stands if you want a warm-up?” he concludes, breaking into a handsome smirk.

“It’s Wednesday, our rest day; I have dinner plans with my dear friend Lady Eleanor,” you shake your head fondly. “Plus, I cannot give you a head start, darling; that wouldn’t be fair to Benedict,” you tease. “You can sort it out between yourselves for tomorrow.”

“Why do we have a rest day?” he pouts.

“You know full well, with three people, it is much easier to schedule around six days. I can go one day without either of you, you know,” rolling your eyes lovingly.

“Such a pity,” he sighs in mock annoyance.

“It is just for today, darling, and tomorrow you may complete inside me, so there’s that to look forward to…” and you breeze out of the room, blowing him a kiss.

——

Thursday night is one of your two nights a week with both of your wonderful men. 

You spend the early evening bathing in luxury soaps with your favourite scents, readying yourself for a night of untold pleasures. Sometimes you all meet in the bedroom, sometimes in the blue room, and other times, like tonight, you agree to al fresco. You cannot wait to play by the lake under the mid-summer moonlight.

You slip on an ivory silk robe and nothing else except the lariat body chains they each gave you. Dainty gold chains with their initials that wrap around your waist, the A and B matching charms hanging low over your belly, grazing your thatch of hair below—a secret you wear every day unseen beneath your usual clothing.

It’s a balmy evening as you approach the water's edge. There is already a soft blanket laid out and a decanter of brandy with three glasses—Anthony has ensured the staff have prepared for the evening. But neither man is to be seen yet. You settle on the blanket and pour yourself a snifter, enjoying the gentle roar of oil lantern flames dancing in the breeze set out on surrounding stakes.

This evening will be a first, letting them both leave their seed within you. Even though you have been together as a threesome for more than a year and done countless wonderful sensual things together, this is a huge step towards something new. You don’t expect to get pregnant on this first attempt, but the idea is beguiling nonetheless.

You pull open your robe and massage your as-yet-empty belly. Running your hands in swirls, imagining what it might be like to watch it grow and swell with a child—the ability to bring life into the world something so elemental and heavenly all at once. To sustain life through the wonder of your body swirls in your mind as you untie your robe and grab your breasts. 

“I see someone started the party already, brother,” a familiar silky voice rings out, and your eyes pop open to see both of them standing there, watching you lasciviously. They are shirtless and only wear britches slung low around their hips, acres of lithe muscle and supple skin.

“Is that not our job, darling?” Anthony chimes in after his brother, already unbuttoning.

“Not that we aren’t enjoying the show,” Benedict adds pointedly, nudging Anthony as if to shut him up, and follows suit, removing his trousers.

When they both let their britches fall to the ground, you moan, seeing them both in all their resplendent naked glory, already half hard and looking so utterly delicious part of you wants to get on your knees and take them into your mouths. You go to crawl towards them, but Antony holds up a halting hand. 

“Stay right where you are, lay back; tonight is about your pleasure, darling,” he practically purrs. 

Your eyes flash with desire, and you do as told, removing your robe and laying back again, fully nude, running fingertips down the centre line of your torso, fingers playing with their jewelled charms that rest atop your lower belly.

“Then get down here,” you exhale, knowing their gaze is locked on your fingers as you slip them between your thighs.

They drop onto the blanket with you, the light breeze ruffling their chestnut locks. Both are so achingly beautiful with those strong Bridgerton genes. You can’t wait to bear a baby, babies, that look just like them.

They exchange a glance, and it’s their shorthand again—where they silently communicate how they will destroy you masterfully moment by moment. Benedict surges up and captures your lips in a passionate all-consuming kiss as Anthony slips between your legs, pulling your hand away and throwing your feet over his shoulders. Forcing your legs out wide, he laps a determined, deep plough of tongue all the way from the base of your slit up to your pulsing clit. It has you calling loudly into his brother's mouth.

“You taste fertile, my darling wife-to-be,” Anthony groans lewdly and pointedly, and you can’t help but giggle across Benedict’s lips. 

“I am certain he is right,” Benedict smiles affectionately, swallowing your noises. “I swear I can smell the difference when you are ripe for us. Your scent is just a little headier, muskier; it makes my cock even harder than normal,” he ponders, kissing across your face as he utters his trademark filth. He knows just a few choice words can have you ready for him—every single damn time. 

Anthony’s hand strays up to play with your belly charms as his tongue unfurls its magic. It doesn’t matter that you are with these two men, individually and together, multiple times a week; they never fail to arouse you to the point of aching with just a few expertly deployed moves. Their tongues, whether talking dirty or teasing your body, are your favourite part of them. Benedict shuffles lower and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. Oh god, yes, it’s definitely their tongues. 

“Darling, are we playing tonight, or are we just us?” Benedict asks, looking up from your chest with gentle eyes. Sometimes you like to play with your power dynamic and use your titles, other times since you have grown closer, you are just yourselves, no masks, no games, just you, Ant and Ben, your affectionate shortened names for them.

You stop Anthony’s ministrations between your legs with a tap on his shoulder, wanting his full attention on this question that Benedict poses.

“What would you prefer, my loves?” You ask them, ruffling Benedict's hair, enjoying the feel of its thickness running between your fingers and squeezing Anthony’s shoulder lovingly.

“I want to be Ben, just your husband-to-be,” Benedict says quietly, and you can’t help the little smile that breaks out. “This is where we will get married,” he asserts, looking around, “under the stars, just like this.”

“Yes, my darling,” you confirm happily, “I want that.”

“How about you, Ant, my love? Would you like to be you, or perhaps my lord or my beautiful boy?” you inquire.

“I want to be Ant, your fiancé,” he nods in agreement with Benedict’s idea. “Tonight, my darling wife-to-be, the only lesson is how to breed you like the wondrous Bridgerton you are about to become.”

“Breed me?” You inhale, wanting to be insulted by the term but finding it makes your clit burn hot.

“Oh yes,” Benedict chimes in, “we are going to breed you, darling. You will sire a whole house of Bridgertons. You will never be without our seed—it will be dripping from you every day.”

“Ben,” you stutter, grabbing his bicep as your whole cunt is suddenly slick and pulsing at his crude language. “Tell me more.” 

His responding grin is predatory as Anthony chuckles and slinks back between your legs.

“Do you know how many bedrooms there are in Aubrey Hall?” Benedict’s voice is a gentle tease as his nose runs teasing patterns over the swell of your breast.

“I don’t,” you admit, honestly.

“Twenty-four,” Anthony answers for you from between your thighs as he sucks a line down from your inner knee.

“Even with all of our siblings and their future children visiting, that still leaves at least, hmm, twelve bedrooms just going to waste. Until we fill them with our little brood.” 

“Benedict, I am not birthing twelve children,” you gasp, half in shock at the very thought, half because Anthony’s tongue curls rough around your clit. 

“Maybe not,” he admits, kissing across to your other breast, “but I think we should at least try….”

“Six each, brother?” Anthony chuckles, joining in,  lifting his head and resting his chin on your pubic hair, shooting a killer smile.

“Get back there. Have you not heard that female pleasure aids conception?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow.

“Then we will have to make you come at least twice tonight; ‘tis the most prudent path to double our chances,” Anthony retorts with a wink sinking down with a devilish look on his face before his tongue makes you cry out, and Benedict's teeth graze over your nipple, making you cant up into his mouth.

“You’ll have to carry me all the way back to the house if I have many more than that, remember,” you warn, bemused.

“Darling, I would carry you to the ends of the earth and back,” Benedict pledges, the romantic poetry just pouring from him as he surges up and kisses your lips, plundering your mouth with his tongue. “You have bewitched me. Since that very first day in my brother's study, I have been yours.”

Benedict is always more emotional and partial to declarations of love than his brother, whose feelings run just as deep but does not effuse about it so openly—preferring to express his adoration privately and through beautiful, thoughtful gifts.

“Save it for your individual days, brother,” Anthony hums drolly over your flesh. “We have a very special job to do tonight.”

“Indeed we do,” Benedict concurs, picking up one of your hands and entwining your fingers with his.

Then their efforts become more focussed as Anthony sucks your engorged nub deep into his mouth, moans vibrating your sensitive bud as Benedict bites your nipple in just that way you like—an insistent suckling hold that pulls your skin taunt and is a line right down to your throbbing clit being so utterly wrecked by Anthony.

It always stuns you how quickly these two, working in tandem, can rocket you so high, so dizzyingly fast. You are vaguely aware your hands are in both of their hair as you climb so high. Eyes screwed shut as they both mouth filthy encouragements into your skin.

“Come on, darling,” Anthony pleads, “I want to feel you drench my face.”

“Do not stop,” you chant repeatedly, twisting luscious strands of chestnut locks around your fingers.

Benedict’s lips are hot on your ear, biting the lobe as he senses you are so close. “Break for him,” he breathes, “come on, my love, give him that sweet nectar to drink.” 

The filthy poet never fails to give you that extra nudge, and sure enough, with a staccato of breaths, they have to hold you down as you fight to buck against the convulsions deep inside.

Anthony growls at you to stay still, even though you know he loves it when you writhe over his face, his jaw clamped hard between your spasming thighs.

“Does that feel so good?” Benedict’s silky voice vibrates your ear.

“Yes, oh god, I need one of you inside me, please,” you twist to look into his face as beseeching as you can, still flushed and mindless from your orgasm. “But please tie my hands first,” you stutter breathlessly, offering your wrists up to him, pressed together. “Above my head.”

“I thought we were not playing tonight?” Anthony says quietly as he lands on the blanket beside you, his face shining with your juices.

“Please, just, please,” you beg, turning to him, “I need it. Use your chains.”

As they flank your body, both of them make a low noise at the idea of binding your hands with your golden chains that bear their initials. 

Benedict’s large hand slides down your dewy torso and into your thatch of hair. Then slowly, while you pant lightly and keep your eyes locked on Anthony’s intense stare, Benefict unhooks one chain and tugs it gently from around the dip of your waist.

“Your turn,” he says quietly to Anthony, and you realise they are removing their own chains. Somehow that choice makes you burn even hotter for them, squirming slightly. 

Anthony’s hand follows the same path as you breath heavy and hold Benedict’s gaze this time as Anthony unhooks the chain with the A charm and drags it up along your skin, a corner of the letter scraping gently over your flesh, catching your nipple as you gasp.

Then they take an arm each, raising them above your head. Both then bind your wrists as your gaze flits between them, watching their handsome faces.

“Thank you,” your murmur reverential, testing the hold and feeling the precious metal bite into your flesh as they both dive in for a heated kiss, Anthony reaching you first and Benedict settling on your neck until they can swap positions. It’s a deep kiss that is musky and sweet with the taste and scent of your climax.

“Who gets the privilege of being first, my love?” Benedict asks silkily.

“You do, Ben,” you whisper, and his whole face lights up. So often used to being second.

You turn to Anthony as Benedict shifts to lay between your legs. “Thank you, my darling Ant, for my wonderful orgasm,” you compliment and watch as his face turns boyish with pride.

You cry out as Benedict spears into you, splitting your open, causing the gentle ripples of your orgasm to flare again, and he drops his head onto your breastbone.

“Christ, there is nothing like your little fluttering cunt is there?” he groans into your flesh.

“Give it to me, Ben,” you twist from kissing Anthony to declare. Then turn back, desperate for more hot kisses.

His tip feels somehow harsher than normal, a hot spike as he begins to move, your walls clinging to him almost vice-like. It feels so good your eyes roll, and your mouth goes slack against Anthony’s. 

He brushes a gentle hand through your hair, watching you through hooded eyes, gently murmuring praise and compliments as you take Benedict's hard thrusts.

“We will plant our seeds, darling, deep in here,” Anthony breathes, a hand sliding down to your belly just above where Benedict’s body meets yours as he surges into you. “Do you want that?”

“Yess,” you hiss, mesmerised, fingers twirling in your own hair, “please.”

“Oh, our perfect little broodmare,” Anthony exhales shakily, surging his leaking cock against the hip he holds open for his little brother, who now curls down over you, biting a nipple. “Do you know how proud we will be? Making your beautiful body swell, your breasts growing so large and sensitive, your belly growing round. With our baby. A little Bridgerton. Or maybe more. We want to plant you with two babies right now, one for me and one for my little brother. Can you do that, darling, for us? Take our seed so good?”

“Yes, Anthony,” you pant, utterly enthralled by his filthy talk. That is usually the expertise of the man now biting your nipples and growling as he fucks you so harshly that your body jerks on the cotton blanket you lay on.

“Let him,” Anthony continues with slightly gritted teeth, “let him fuck you harder than he ever has before.”

“Yes, my lord,” you answer, under his spell, and his nostrils flare as you use the title you call him in play.

He curses, then grabs one of your chain-bound wrists above your head, fingers sliding possessively between yours and forcing the back of your hand down onto the ground. 

“Yes, that's it, do as you are told, little one,” he growls through clenched teeth. 

And you feel a frisson of something frantic, like you all need something with a little edge. A gust of breeze flutters over your skin and leaves quiver on the trees around you. 

“Fuck her harder, brother,” Anthony orders into your clavicle, and you feel it buzz into your bones.

Benedict growls in response and hooks the leg, not being held by Anthony over his flexed forearm. Pulling you open more, feeling so vulnerable, your hands bound, your legs held obscenely wide open by each. 

Suddenly the moment feels charged as Benedict snaps his hips so forcefully that you whimper on every stroke, revelling in the sweat splashing from his damp forehead curls onto your breasts. Anthony is sucking on your neck with almost painful intensity as Benedict drops down and bites your flesh over your tricep, making you writhe and call his name. The gold chains binding your wrists dig into your flesh as you move, bringing an edge that just pushes you higher.

You encourage him, calling him sir, begging for more, squeezing his cock with your pelvic muscles as he pounds into you mercilessly. And that constriction is the catalyst he needs. He curses long and low, feeling huge as he spears so deep he nudges your hilt, and you sense a change in him that usually signals his withdrawal. This time his eyes fly open, pupils blown, and expression wild as he grabs your jaw firmly.

“Are you ready?” He barks possessively. 

“Yes,” you hiss, realising he is going to climax without waiting for you.

His last few hot desperate thrusts are so harsh your whole insides feel rearranged. Then he stills, and for the first time, you hear that guttural groan right into your ear as he begins to spill inside you, a hot wave that blooms deep inside, feeling like so much more than he has ever come before. It’s a new sensation and feels just wonderful.

“Yes, take it all, my darling girl,” he shudders, and that gravelly tone pulls you over a small edge, you clamping down on his spurting cock as he groans and spasms into you some more, hipbones digging into your inner thighs. His weight is almost crushing as he becomes motionless, your thighs burning from the stretch.

“That’s it,” Anthony whispers against your temple, “lay still and open, darling, let his seed into your womb.” 

Those words echo drowsily in your head as you feel Benedict’s cock gradually soften inside you, and he slips out slowly with a slick tide of juices that run down over your bottom cheeks.

“Fucking babies into you is my new favourite thing. Do you have any idea how exquisite it is to come inside you? Fill you up? I never want to come anywhere else ever again.” Benedict gusts as he falls to one side of you, still breathing heavily, and you realise it's a novel experience for him too. “God, I love you,” he admits shakily, landing a kiss on your cheek.

“I love you too. Thank you for my baby Benedict,” you nuzzle his face and kiss him sweetly as his body relaxes, utterly spent.

You twist to look at Anthony, and his eyes sparkle as he climbs between your legs, his cock hard, glistening, and leaking in his fist. “Are you ready?” 

“Yes, my lord,” you answer.

He thrusts into your soaking cunt, still leaking profusely from Benedict. He feels even larger and harsher somehow too, and on reflex, you clench around the invasion, feeling the verdant earth beneath your bottom and shoulder blades softened slightly by the blanket.

“My darling girl,” his voice ragged, broken. “You are so exquisitely puffy and swollen. That was quite the mounting you got, wasn’t it? Are you ready for more?”

You croak your assent, and then he begins to move. He isn’t slow. In fact, he starts pounding so hard you gasp, the sensation almost too much, and Benedict's hand slides into your hair, over your bound hands, and you clutch it as he rolls closer, nuzzling your face.

“Feel it all, my darling girl,” Benedict rumbles.

“I am, sir,” you nod and bite your lip. “I can even feel your seed inside me still,” you add with a moan, the chains on your wrist abraiding your skin, leaving marks.

“Good,” he gusts drowsily and warmly in your ear, a hand swirling patterns on your hip. “Let it in, darling, all the way in.”

As a cloud clears the moon, the atmosphere feels softer again, the frantic moment of before ebbing into something more profound; even as Anthony takes you hard, it’s more in an undulating wave, hitting your hilt with a rhythm that feels hypnotic, your cunt clinging to him like a glove, as Benedict's sonorous voice is back at your ear.

“That’s right, get ready, darling girl. We need you to keep this line going. In your belly, you will grow the next viscount. You will bare the heirs of this family. Just you, my wonderful wife-to-be.”

“I want all of your babies too, Benedict,” you breathe as Anthony ploughs on. “I want to give the world more like you. Talented creative, empathetic, loving souls who bring joy to every room.”

His eyes mist over as you declare your truth. “I love you so much it hurts,” he murmurs into your cheek, voice thick with emotion.

“I love you too,” you want to grab his face but can’t; instead, you seal your pact with a sweet, almost chaste kiss filled with affection; even as Anthony takes you towards a big blissful moment, you hope you will hit together.

“Now declare your love to him too,” Benedict orders softly, “you know he needs to hear it, maybe even more than me.”

You nod and turn all of your attention and heart to the Viscount. Still holding Benedict’s hand tangled in your hair, not wanting either to feel left out on this momentous night.

“Viscount Anthony Bridgerton,” you use his title and full name, your pleading tone making his eyes bore into yours. “I love you so much, my lord, my husband,” you state categorically.

He groans and falls over your body, covering you, his scent and heat all-encompassing.

“Darling darling wife, my Viscountess,” he exhales over your lips, his thrusts turning slow and languid, his hands grasping your thighs and pulling your legs up and out, utterly under his command, pinned. “I love you so much,” he sounds almost choked with emotion, and part of you wishes you had your hands to hold him to you.

“Do you want to be freed, my love?” Benedict asks softly, always seemingly able to intuit your needs before you even articulate them.

“Please,” you request, turning to give him a grateful peck as he reaches up and loosens both chains, leaving one delicately but loosely wrapped around each forearm, your wrists pulsing mildly as they are freed.

Instantly you move your arms, wrapping one around Anthony’s back, your nails and the gold chain scraping down his skin as your other hand rounds Benedict's shoulder and into his hair, stroking and petting.

Your hand sliding down, mapping his contours, over the swell of his muscular bottom makes Anthony groan and bite your neck, spearing deep into you as your nails dig in, tilting your pelvis and rocking him deeper into you until you feel that ache so far inside. 

Then he pushes up onto his hands and thrusts hard, setting a punishing pace. Every fibre of your being wants this, ratcheting high and fast as each stroke crushes your clit into your frame. Unable to form words except to curse and babble mindlessly. You feel your whole body tense, a release so imminent you grit your teeth and chase it hard.

“That’s it darling, come for me, milk me,” Antony commands, flicking a thumb over your clit, and you are gone.

Yelling and screaming as his cock is the solid mass you convulse around, your entire being spasming, and you feel Benedict’s firm grip, holding you down with a knee and large hands. Making you orgasm hard, entirely still, unable to writhe, all the sensation concentrated on where Anthony’s cock spears you open.

As the blood rushes in your ears, his teeth are biting on the cord of your neck, and with a few pumps, he releases with a throaty whine, pushing the deepest he has ever been, feeling like he piercing through your hilt.

He curses long, low guttural and again there is that bloom of viscous heat inside as he spills all his seed.

“Yes, my darling girl,” he slurs, “stay down, take it all,”

You cry out, and your instinct is to move, but both of them hold you down, so your fingers dig into flesh, and your toes curl as your body is thwarted from its shakes and shudders. Anthony’s weight is upon you as he recovers his breath, feeling even heavier than Benedict as he slumps,, panting into your neck.

“I understand what you mean now, brother,” his tone almost wonderous. “I do not wish to leave my seed anywhere else either, dear god; that was exquisite.” Delicately he pulls backwards so his softening cock slips out of your body, and you groan at the sensation, flopping your head blissfully on the blanket as he falls to your other side. 

The gentle sounds of nocturnal nature around you fill your ears as it is just your joint breathing, soothing hands running over you, soft kisses and little intimate moments where you whisper to both of your boys.

“We may have made a baby tonight, my darling husbands,” you murmur.

The look they both give you is brimming with love and appreciation as you curl into both, taking a hand from each of them and placing them over your heart as you drift to sleep, cocooned in their safe embrace.

Your boys. Forever, your boys.

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[hellaarknight]

Weak

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Genre: angst. Warnings: swearing

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" You're not going to participate in the battle Y/N and this is final."

Kisuke raised his voice slightly. Even though in the original plan you were included, he couldn't allow himself to continue with it.

" Kisuke, what the fuck? This is not what we agreed on! How do you expect to face it without me? You're literally putting everyone's lives at risk just because I've got some injuries."

Urahara could feel the frustration growing in your voice. The last thing he wanted now was to fight with you on the issue, but for the first time in a long while he was scared for your safety. If his intuition was on point, as usual, and Aizen was plotting to use you in any way in the upcoming fight, he just couldn't risk it.

" Things have changed. Your little banter with Aizen made me change the plan. My decision will not waiver."

For once Urahara wanted to subdue your fiery attitude, he hoped you'd understand that he's too afraid for your safety. He usually does have concerns, but now that you're injured, you are weak. Or at least too weak to be able to help Ichigo and company. And the mere possibility of you becoming a paw in Aizen's plan scared him.

"Oh my gosh, you can't be serious! Just because of a few stitches I now have you can't decide to put me on standby. I'm not the young frail and weak girl I once was and you know that better than anyone."

Kisuke took a look at your right arm stitches. The sight alone straightened his decision, he could not let you head into battle like this. He had to protect you, even if that meant to hurt your feelings and pride.

" Please... Don't push it further. Just this once, I'm asking you to stay out of it just this once." His tone changed from demanding to almost begging.

" No Kisuke, because you're not giving me any reasonable argument for me to stay out and endanger everyone else."

" You're weak and for starters you'd be the one keeping us back by making everyone and especially me worry about you!"

There it was, out of his mouth, the words he promised he would never say to you ever again. "Weak". "A burden". Kisuke didn't want to meet your eyes, he couldn't. He didn't want to see the damage his words have done. The room was silent, the atmosphere shifting from tension to nothing. Kisuke got up, in a mere attempt to come and hug you, a way to do some damage control. He got to take one step and suddenly he was pushed on his knees by an immense spiritual power. With great effort, he raised his head from the ground to see your enraged expression and your extended hand with which you controlled your reiatsu to apply the pressure only on him, one of your special abilities as a shinigami.

"I AM WEAK???"

Feelings of betrayal, rage, sadness, disappointment, Kisuke could feel them all in your voice. He could not speak nor breath, the spiritual pressure you exude was beyond everything he imagined you were capable of.

" Urahara answear my damned question! I AM WEAK?"

He tried to open his mouth but only a choking sound came out. It felt like his bones were crushing and he was suffocating. Fascinating, you trained so much to be able to weaponize your own spiritual power to apply it only in certain points inside his body. His eyes widened when the stitches of your arm ripped off and blood started running down your arm. The door of the room slides open with Ichigo, Rukya and Yoruichi barging in slightly alarmed. The sight was one of a kind.

" Sensei what happened? We felt a sudden raise in Y/n's reiatsu and...

You left down your arm restraining the release of power back to normal. Urahara fell face down, coughing hard as he tried to bring inside his lungs some oxygen.

" What's happ..." Rukya's voice got interrupted by yours.

"Fine, Kisuke Urahara! Have it your way. I'm out! I'm out of this mission! But since I'm so damned weak and you consider that you have to babysit me on the battlefield I'm out for good! I'm out of y'all's fucking lives!"

Urahara watched you turn on your feet and walk out. A very confused Ichigo helped him get up. A few seconds later there was no trace of your spiritual power. You had concealed yourself.

" What happened?"

" I think I just made a terrible mistake" Was the only thing Urahara Kisuke could say.

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[malwaredykes]

the untapped Enemy Of The State Potential is one of boones best funniest traits tbh like ok since im in charge of Awesome Flawless FNV Remake Available Exclusively On My Beautiful Mind im rewriting boones personal #journey arc primarily by expanding on it because i mean yeah fatalistic thinking and the question of agency vs authority and having to live with having done something inexcusable and The Denying Of Closure are good themes but to me theyre not enough here. that lack of closure about something that really intrinsically can never entertain the idea of closure is all well and good, but... lets keep going lets put a pin in that. lets turn once again to boones potential for becoming wanted by the ncr government. boone i know you want to go apeshit. its time to admit that its always been about the system youd been conditioned into never questioning and which you continued to mentally cling to as you felt there was no other purpose or direction to your existence in the wake of all the disastrous events in your life. but its time to develop a grasp on your agency as a human being boone. and yes some of that is going to make you feel worse because, Well. The Complicity. bitter springs. but you know what, it is also freeing and the right thing to do. release your inhibitions feel the rain on your skin. youre already there just look around you. youve cut the ropes that held you back, now its time to rip and shred the ropes that still are wrapped around you. its there. youve physically gotten out. and its time to evolve. "now if iiiiii were to assassinate the president 🤔" i know you want to. im not saying you should but i know youve thought about it before. "guess that settler was well-connected" yes isnt that fucked up i know you think thats fucked up. and oh your friend the courier just did something fucked up at mccarran and all these ncr soldiers and staff are trying to shoot them? of course its the courier youre defending when faced with the immediate choice i mean if its between "fuck the ncr. die" and "fuck the person im ride or die for because theyre a force of destiny that entered my life to change it one way or another and now i care about them deeply. die" well of course youre choosing the path of Leave My FACKING FRIEND Alone You Beasts. but of course the situation doesnt have to be this immediately dire. it doesnt have to stem from an immediate danger to your new object of loyalty. we dont have to let it go down this particular route. no need to have something this drastic happen. you can reach this conclusion simply by giving into the desire youve repressed for years to go apeshit at the ncr government and every arm of its hegemony. that bubbling rage? that "if i let this fester inside me im gonna do a fucking murder-suicide about it"? that in a certain timeline you do in fact end up doing a murder-suicide about? thats not just hateful desperation. thats a feeling, hitherto bottled up and unrefined and volatile, that you should allow to breathe and photosynthesize and grow into something beautiful and true and let it blossom and bear fruit. boone, there is no need to feel alone and helpless and directionless in your unfulfilled desire to cut the umbilical cord.

so. enough rationalizing things as rotten spots and necessary burdens in an otherwise inevitable righteous system, you knowwwww thats pure bullshit. my advice, do some reading. reading is fundamental, and luckily for you, you literally know a very literate anarcho-communist. i can guarantee you that you could walk up to arcade and be like "👉👈 hi gannon soooo i want to get into critiques of capitalism and of the military, and into anarchism and other leftist theory. i want to know about Other Ways to run things. could you give me some recommendations? for books and essays and so on. thanks" and he would be like "boone, yes. Absolutely. yes. i will prepare a reading list for you. gosh." and youll be given a stack of books, with notes and a directory. however, if you two are currently on really bad terms to the point where he doesnt wanna talk to you at all, hey, theres other followers of the apocalypse that would be happy to help. providing education is literally one of their main things. either way, youll finally feel vindicated about things that used to make you feel like you were just going insane. boone you werent going insane you were in fact being onto something. baby that time you saw an ncr military police on the strip facing away from you and there was a loose brick on the ground and it was calling to you like the green goblin mask? that time you were at camp forlorn hope and folks kept saying shit like "that red beret is looking good soldier" and you didnt respond or even look at them because you were focused on containing the urge to grab them by the shoulders and start shrieking? well you see those are actually instincts that tell us you have potential. you have the power to end these patterns. you want to. you need to. thats where you should go. theres a world of ideas waiting for you to tap into and be liberated by. you have nothing to lose but your pitiful pension (you can even keep the beret like who cares). there is so much you can do. its not about allegiance or moral debt or soothing personal guilt, its about doing the right thing. there are so many paths in front of you. also youre trans. like, that one also isnt just you going insane, its real and its right and its you, you are transgender

[marlenesluv]

(Oscar/gn anon) awesome thankyou! I can't choose, but i reckon a smau maybe with some short fic snippets if that's not too much :) otherwise a normal smau is great :))

Softies. (OP)

yeah, of course! and yess, i love smau’s with fic snippets. i’ll definitely write this :))

request: “hey! I love your work, but can't really relate to the beautiful woman reader. would you be able to do an Oscar piastri/gender neutral Australian archaeologist living in the UK fic? maybe first time at a race/being introduced to some of the grid, or a casual soft launch on insta? but anything you want is also brilliant! pure fluff please, i love the idea of him being proud of me/talking about me a lot. please no fc/physical description, and he calls me his partner not gf/bf. if you write anything I'll love it, but no pressure!!! thankyou!!!”

pairing: oscar piastri x gn!reader archaeologist

fc: none! j pinterest pics used (no physical descriptions)

note: sorry this took me a bit, ive been having a lot of recs! also, i said people were staying in hotels in monaco and ik most drivers live there, but for the plot let’s pretend not, okay?

masterlist here -> masterlist link

^ check my list for all posts! ^

going to oscar’s races when you were busy with work, was difficult. luckily, your boss thought your recent discoveries were out of this world and rewarded you with extra time off. and of course, you texted oscar immediately, knowing that he would want you to go to his next race, which is also what you wanted.

the grid loved you, but you hadn’t released your relationship yet to his fans. oscar had never had a partner before, at least not while he was in formula 1. so you were nervous, and you guys wanted to soft launch over this weekend.

later that night, you packed your bags on facetime and flew out to monaco for the grand prix. living in the uk was great, it’s how you met oscar! but you had always wanted to visit monaco.

before arriving though, you wanted to post a little something on instagram.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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y/n.user: i wonder..🇲🇨🧐

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formula1updates: is y/n going to monaco for the gp??

charles_leclerc: ratatouille!!

↳ y/n.user: i love ratatouille!

↳ charles_leclerc: me too!

user8: i wonder if they are gonna be in a paddock?

↳ f1wags: 🤔🤔

archeologyfinds: my fav archeologist is going to an f1 race??????

yourbsf: the food🤤

↳ y/n.user: it was soooo yummy

f1editpage: can’t wait to see you on the paddock!! (cuz we all know that they will be, lolzie)

↳ user3: what, you think y/n is dating someone in the grid??

↳ f1editpage: honestly, yes. y/n seems to be extra close with charles and oscar, i’m having suspicions

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

after landing, you got into the uber black that oscar had called for you, and made your way to his hotel.

at first, you were nervous to be seen by fans going into the hotel. just two hours ago, all of the drivers pictures were plastered on twitter, instagram and tiktok of the hotels they were seen entering. and only oscar and lando were in the maybourne riviera hotel, meaning that people’s suspicions could be confirmed if they saw you.

“oscar, what if they see me? and if they don’t like me? oh my gosh, what if-“ you were rambling in your shared room oscar has requested. one bed, a living room, a beautiful water view, and of course, a huge bathroom and kitchen.

“y/n, take a breath. its okay. i don’t care what anyone thinks, you’re my partner, not theirs. besides, i want them to know that i’m taken.” oscar smiled, giving you a hug as you sighed into his chest.

as he pulled away and gave you a kiss on the forehead, he went to pick up the phone, “pick out what you want for dinner. we’ll stay in tonight and watch your show.”

not sure if you could have asked for a better boyfriend, you scanned the menu and pointed to what you wanted as he ordered the food to the room.

“alright, let me tell you how much i love you while you eat your pasta, mmk?” he raised a brow and cuddled up next to you as you giggled. “okay, osc.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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oscarpiastri: p3 in quali in monaco, lfg🧡🇲🇨

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piasstri.fp: THE SECOND PIC?

↳ f1fp: FR. WHO TOOK A SHIRTLESS OSCAR PIC?

↳ piasstri.fp: hes GOTTA have a partner, bro. i’m srs

landonorris: congratulations, man!! let’s pole and podium this!!

↳ oscarpiastri: thank you, landoooo! congrats on p2. we’ll do so good 💁‍♂️

user1: congratulations on the p3 and the partner! (it’s obv pls just tell us who)

y/n.user: mclaren 🔛🔝

↳ oscarpiastri: 🧡🙏

↳ landonorris: ohhhh yeahhhhh

y/n.editpage: is that y/n y/l/n??? WTF MY WORLDS COLLIDE

mclaren.fansss: LETS GO

user6: you’ll win🤗

danielricciardo: congratulations, oscar!!!!!

↳ oscarpiastri: thank you, dan!!!

wagupdates: vv suspicious picture there, oscar

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qualifying was amazing for oscar. he got p3 and couldn’t be happier. i mean, he did say he could i he had gotten p1, but he was over the moon when he got p3.

after qualifying, came race day. which also happened to be the day that oscar wanted to announce your relationship on instagram after the race.

what oscar didn’t tell you, was that he would in fact be kissing you after he won. which he did.

he finally won a race as a rookie, and you couldn’t be prouder. your heart was full as you were standing by zak, waiting to congratulate oscar.

what you didn’t expect, was for him to run to you first, giving you the biggest hug and a kiss, earning hoots from his team and a slap on the back from lando, who came in p2.

“oscar!” you shouted, smiling as he but his lip and smilied. “i’ll see you in a bit!” he shouted back, running to the podium, hoping on the first place one.

zak laughed, warning your attention, “what?” you asked, suddenly a little shyer than before. “nothing. just couldn’t wait for you two too finally make it official.”

“oh…wait- what do you mean ‘finally’?” you stared wide eyed as zak rolled his eyes, “y/n. everyone in mclaren knows. hell, im pretty sure the whole grid knew!” zak left to go stand on the podium with oscar as you looked around.

when they got their trophies, you laughed and watched oscar spray lando with the champagne, and then spraying some charles, who got p3.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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tagged: oscarpiastri

y/n.user: congratulations, babe🧡

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oscarpiastri: i love you❤️

↳ y/n.user: i love you too❤️

formula1updates: HOLD UP. I SHIP

landonorris: they finally made it official, ladies and gents!!

↳ oscarpiastri: get your own partner and then you can FINALLY stop coming on our dates

↳ y/n.user: we look like a family when you come with, lando. pls get a partner

↳ landonorris: no. im happy with third wheeling

user4: AHHHHH IT HAPPENED EVERYONE STAY CALM

piastripage: OSCAR HAS A PARTNER?? who are they??

↳ y/n.fanpage: y/n is an archaeologist! they are amazingggg. loveeeee

user9: you guys are the cutestttt. my friends and i saw you in the paddock!!

paddockgirlies: need me an oscar. he’s so boyfriend

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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oscarpiastri: my partner is so smart, they know archeology stuff 🏛️🤗

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y/n.user: osc🥹🫶

↳ oscarpiastri: 🫶🫶

f1updates: and the most supportive bf award goes toooo🏆

lilymhe: cutiessss

y/nandoscarship: the way he went with them to a work trip? the bar is so high for me now

user4: okay, we get it, you guys are adorable

mclareneditpage: plzzz i need me an oscar

user8: the way y/n calls him ‘osc’🥹🥲

pastry81: my favorite couple on the grid now, thx

danielricciardo: y/n is a better australian than you

↳ y/n.user: this means a lot coming from you, thank you

↳ danielricciardo: you are welcome 🤗🤠🇦🇺🦘

↳ oscarpiastri: oh😕🥲

user1: pretty pictures oh my goshhhh

f1editttt3: where r they??

↳ y/nfp: athens!!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

[star-girl69]

Dark But Just a Game

Lottie Matthews x Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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sypnosis: A former Yellowjacket with a vendetta against the team and anyone associated with them targets you during gym class dodgeball. Your girlfriends take their revenge.

a/n: this literally sucks but oh well i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: CRINGEY AS HELL, literal assault lol, swearing, injury, tell me if i missed anything!!

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You have spent far too much time in the Wiskayok gym.

You’re there for every girls soccer practice, every pep rally and assembly, and they still force you to play dodgeball in this poorly lit, sweaty place.

Soon, the walls are going to start greeting you.

You look towards Laura Lee, smiling, watching as she rolls her eyes.

“I didn’t mean to get out!” you shout, knowing you had every opportunity to move before the ball hit your leg.

“Sure,” she smiles, having more integrity than you, and you make your way over to the bleachers.

While you’re not a member of the star soccer team, Lottie and Nat are on it, and most of your friends are- so you feel a duty to come as much as you can.

You enjoy watching them run around, groaning and shouting, and you like driving home with Lottie and Nat each night, stopping at the trailer park parking lot to smoke whatever Natalie had brought today, watching her walk to her house, and Lottie’s hand on your thigh for the rest of the drive.

All of your lives were so intwined that you couldn’t imagine anything different. You would have to take the bus without Lottie. You would get home earlier if you didn’t stay for their practice. Your entire life would be uprooted.

You lean back into the metal and tap your fingers against it, watching Laura Lee dodge whatever’s coming at her only to shoot them right back. You silently cheer her on until Marsha, a former Yellowjacket, finally got her out.

She didn’t seem to mind. And you didn’t either, not until you noticed the way Laura Lee was limping over to you, and the way her thigh had turned red with the imprint of the rubber ball.

“Oh my gosh,” you breathe as she sits down next to you. She pulls up the end of your shorts so you can both see it. “Oh, Laura Lee,” you murmur, staring at the red skin.

You glare over towards the other team, where Marsha sends the two of you a glare.

“Oh, she’s just so damn bitter, isn’t she?” you huff.

Laura Lee seems a little guilty when she nods.

“I prayed for her to get her grades up!” she says like she’s explaining it straight to God.

Marsha had gotten kicked off the team months ago because her grades were so poor. You faintly remember Jackie even giving her the copied answers for their French class, but still. And to this day, she hates every Yellowjacket. And you, by extension.

You sigh and turn back to Laura Lee.

“Does it hurt bad? Wanna go to the nurse?”

“No,” she says, kicking her feet. “It doesn’t hurt bad.”

“You sure?” you ask, but when you look back down at her leg, the redness has already started to fade- if only slightly. “Oh, well, okay,” you mumble.

The first game ends, and the teacher blows his whistle, so you both stand up, whispering about how Micheal was so rude to Mrs. Stock second period.

Everyone goes to the opposite sides of the gym. Another sharp whistle, and everyone takes off for the balls lined up in the middle. You and Laura Lee stay behind, walking slowly, still finishing up your conversation.

You look away from the court, watching as Laura Lee walks away to pick up a ball.

“I couldn’t believe that he said that, you know? I mean, he has to have a little respect, right?”

Laura Lee straightens and shakes her head. “And he goes to church every Sunday.”

She looks up at you. “Y/N!” she shouts, dropping the ball, pointing towards something in front of you, and you turn to see it, something slamming into your face.

You hear this horrible, stomach-churning crack, then quick build up of pressure, and then a swift release as blood start pouring from your nose.

Yours and Laura Lee’s screams melt into one.

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“I have a really bad headache.”

“And I have a really bad stomachache. Can I just lay down for a few minutes?”

“Yeah, and can I get some ice?”

You can hear their voices, and you almost want to cry more. Your nose aches horribly, the ice doing nothing to help you, but at least keeping your head tilted back like this has stopped the bleeding. It’s still sticky and half-dried, running down your chest and shirt, mixing with your salty tears.

“Sure,” the nurse says. “I just have to go to the staff room, we’re out of ice in here unfortunately. Sit in those two beds. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” Lottie says.

“Mhm. Mhm, thank you,” Natalie says.

You can hear the nurse’s footsteps fade away.

“Natalie? Lottie?” you ask, sure it’s them, but just wanting to hear their voices more.

“Hey,” Nat says, leaning over you, brushing hair from your face. Lottie grabs your free hand and smiles softly.

“My nose really fucking hurts,” you whisper, laughing slightly, tears rolling down your face.

“C’mere,” Natalie says, her hand cupping yours, helping you pull the ice away from your face. “You’re alright- oh, Jesus fucking Christ.”

Your eyes widen.

“Is it that bad?” you ask, wincing at the air hitting your nose. Nat’s eyes widen, and she grimaces, trying to be good to you, but you can feel it.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Lottie coos, her thumb brushing against the back of your palm.

You take a deep breath, Natalie pressing the ice back to your face, and you just stare at the ceiling, trying not to cry more.

“It was fuckin’ Marsha,” you say after a moment. You had understood her anger before, but after this you just feel bitter resentment and… rage towards her.

What have you done to her besides date two Yellowjackets?

“God, I can’t believe her,” you continue, sniffling.

“Hold on, what?” Nat asks. Your look towards her, her brows furrowed together, her jaw clenched. “It was fuckin’ Marsha?”

“Marsha.” Lottie hisses, her usually kind and sweet voice filled with such violence.

“She’s gonna look like a marsh when I’m done with her.”

You laugh, and even Natalie and Lottie smile a bit, even though all of you know a part of Nat is serious.

“Okay,” you chuckle. “Don’t go all fuckin’ Joker on us, or whatever.” Lottie smiles against your hand as she kisses your knuckles.

Natalie just smiles softly, brushing your hair back one more time, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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Your parents graciously let you spend the next day at home, your nose still throbbing and having been reset by a doctor- you were miserable. Lottie and Nat had swung by your house on their way to school, waking you up with sweet touches and sweet words, before promising they would come after practice.

Practice ended at 5pm, and it only took about 15 minutes for them to pack up and get to your house. So, at 5:15, you had dimmed the lights in the living room, set the remote and a bowl of popcorn out on the coffee table, blankets carefully wrapped around you.

They usually just barged into your house without any warning, and this time was no different. Your face was puffy and your nose was swollen, but they still smiled so sweetly when they saw you.

Lottie threw her backpack to the floor and jumped onto your couch, wrapping her arms around your neck.

She placed her hand on your face, frowning at your nose, a scab already starting to form near the top.

“Feeling any better?” she coos, and you nod, maybe a bit too fast, just excited to spend time with them and forget about your throbbing nose and the embarrassment.

“You’re gonna give her a double broken nose jumping on her like that,” Natalie laughs, setting her backpack down much more carefully. She bends over and you look at her light grey jean shorts.

You giggle slightly.

“What the hells on your ass?”

It was dark blue, dried, obviously something that happened much earlier in the day. You imagined her sitting in history class, only for some spilled ink to be on her seat.

Lottie straightens and pulls away from you.

“You didn’t check your clothes?!” she hisses to Natalie, her mouth immediately clamping shut after she realized what she said.

“Wait, what happened today?” you ask, laughing until Natalie sits down next to you, looking a little sheepish. Your smile falls. “What?”

You’re a little scared for their answer.

Natalie and Lottie shoot each other a look.

“Well…” Lottie starts. “I may have accidentally bought a pack of balloons from the party store yesterday. And then I accidentally blew it up this morning, and accidentally put a bunch of ink from some pens in it, and I may have written something on it with Sharpie. And…. maybe I gave it to Marsha…”

“And then we accidentally walked in front of Marsha while she chased after us, and I accidentally spilled some water, and she accidentally slipped and fell on the balloon… accidentally getting ink all over herself.”

Both of them cringe and look away, waiting for your reaction.

You mouth drops open in shock.

“Some of it must have accidentally splashed on me…” Nat trails off.

Lottie hits her slightly. “Even though I told her to make sure there wasn’t any on her!”

“How am I supposed to see my ass, Lottie?”

“I-”

You start laughing like you haven’t in years. A laugh straight from your stomach, from the deepest happiest parts of you, a laugh that makes them start laughing too.

“You’re not, like, really mad at us?” Lottie whispers when you’ve all quieted down.

“Well… thanks for avenging my honor?”

Natalie chuckles and kisses your cheek. “Anytime.”

“Unrelated, but we won’t be at lunch for the next week.”

“Oh,” you hum, placing the popcorn in your lap and leaning back. “So, you totally don’t have lunch detention, right?”

“Totally,” Lottie affirms, kissing your forehead, relaxed, because she knows she can do it again and again.

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everything taglist:

@emilynissangtr

[prettyoatmeal]

I'm in LOVE with your work. I love my konig so much he's the cutest on the world 💕💞💖

I have no idea what to request but im hungry for more subby konig who's babbling and moaning and just pussy drunk and he gets all dopey and giggly and almost high even after sex and maybe the 141 guys are like... what did he have? we want some too 🤔

Just a Giggly Mood (König x Fem!Reader)

I'm so in love w this ask, you have no idea. Subby König>>>>

Genre: Smut & Fluff

Summary: You, König and all the friends you'd made during your time in the military have come over to celebrate the return home with drinks. Though, you and König had other plans in mind. While music was playing and your friends were having the time of their lives, you two had snuck upstairs to your shared bedroom for a bit of well deserved fun.

Warnings: Drug mention

Word Count: 1285

NSFW UNDER CUT

Masterlist here!

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"Mmnph.. hmm!"

With every thrust there came a whiny moan or hum from his lips. He was so desperate for this, he didn't even bother to take all his gear off. His helmet and breastplate were laying on the floor next to the creaking bed, mask pulled up past his mouth just so he could kiss your soft skin, his trousers were barely down to his knees with your underwear being merely pulled to the side and out of the way just enough, being slammed into missionary and immediately being rutted into. If he told you that he'd sniffed some sex pollen, you'd believe him.

With the amount of lube being used along with your slick just so he could fit inside you, plus that sticky feeling from how many times he's filled you up already, you couldn't hear anything but those wet, squelching noises of his cock moving in and out of you at such a rapid pace.

Your hands were stuck in place, your fingers intertwined with his as he kept them pinned next to you head. But it wouldn't have mattered anyway because you could barely bring yourself to move from the sheer amount of pleasure he'd brought on you.

"My- mmnghh,, My love- gotta fill you, gotta fill you.." He'd repeat to himself as his hot breath hit against your neck, practically slobbering all over it with the open-mouthed kisses he'd place down. He was completely pussy drunk, he couldn't get enough of the feeling of you squeezing and pulsing around him, so warm and wet and everything he could ever dream of. Mix that in with an overly sensitive, overstimulated König from cumming inside you so many times now and he's crying out, sobbing into your neck and unable to keep his hips from relentlessly pounding into you.

You couldn't think, completely fucked silly and dumbified from the constant pounding he was giving you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Schatz!" He mewled as he painted your walls white once again, his hiccups mixing in with the weak moans you were letting out yourself.

It was only a matter of time before he began to rut into you once more, still clearly not satisfied.

"K-König... plea- mmnf!" And just like that, his cock was pounding against your spongey g-spot over and over and over again, "Too much,,"

You managed to mutter out among your moans, completely helpless against the man of pure muscle pinning you down

"Just one more, p-please, Liebling! Please, please, please.. feels so good..!" He'd beg you so kindly, so of course you didn't stop him.

Finally moving a hand from your wrist, he brings his thumb down to your swollen clit, massaging it as he thrusted into you like his life depended on it. Your moans only became louder as you approached your millionth orgasm for the night, not caring for whoever could hear outside the room.

All the wet noises, the slapping of skin together, the way his balls would slam against you with every thrust, it was all too much.

"That's it, oh g-gosh... just like that-" was all you could say before you could feel yourself letting go, your release creeping up to you. König's hand quickly moved to slam over your mouth in a despair attempt to keep you quiet. You couldn't help but let out a final symphony of muffled moans and whines as you climaxed over his cock once again. Your mouth stayed agape against his hands as he continued to fuck into you, chasing his orgasm a final time.

His goddamn libido was going to be the death of you.

His hand moved back down to your hips, grabbing onto your soft flesh as he pulled them down each time he thrusted into you. The way he'd come completely undone from his own doing was a beautiful sight to see. The way he sobbed into your neck from the overstimulation was a constant reminder to you how much he craved this every single second of the day.

It felt like forever until you could feel him becoming close once more, his hands gripping your hips as if his life depended on it, pulling them up into an angle so his cock reached even deeper inside you, just kissing your cervix and causing you to squeal out.

His dirty talk turned into his classic, incoherent babbling, only able to make out little words such as 'please', 'yes', and 'fuck'. He let out a final girlish cry, his face buried into your neck as he filled you up one more time.

Your moans had finally died out while he was stuck with his face in your neck with heavy breaths and small sobs emitting from his mouth. Your hands were still shaking as they move upwards and under König's veil, moving up to the nape of his neck and running your fingers through his hair.

"You.. Y'still with us, König?" You ask in between breaths, hearing him swallow and feeling him nod. You couldn't help but smile and let out a small giggle, causing him to giggle meekly back with you.

He finally moved you back into a comfortable position, massaging your hips where he'd gripped them so tightly in a prior attempt to sooth the ache he knew would soon creep up on you.

"You did so well." You'd praised him, earning another flustered giggle as he'd relaxed from his high.

"I'm sorry," You'd heard his muffled words as he pulled himself away from your neck, finally pulling his veil off and taking in a deep breath, revealing his tear stained face, "I got your neck sopping wet!" His voice was nasally, still in the aftermath of all that sobbing.

His face was cute like this, reddened cheeks, huffing in the fresh air he's finally got access to, the way his glassy, puppy dog eyes looked up at you with a wide smile on his lips. You placed a small kiss on his nose before a whine escaped your mouth as you felt him pulling out, again, earning another giggle from him at your reaction.

"I'd say you enjoyed it more than I did, Schatz!" His bashful attitude had depleted and been replaced with his silly little giggles.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." You'd reply, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands gently caressed all over your hips, your waist, your chest, before finally landing on your cheeks, feeling your soft skin with his calloused hands before you pulled away, "I love you so much."

"Ich Liebe dich, Schatz."

"Go clean up, you smell like sex and sweat. And.. bring us a warm towel maybe. I don't think I can stand."

"Yes, Ma'am." he replied, pulling his trousers back up and rushing out of the room, taking his giggles along with him.

When he made his way to the bathroom (which was so extremely conveniently not connected to the bedroom), he made sure to knock, hearing a voice yelling 'coming!', evidently causing him to let out another snicker as he thought back to just moments before.

Soon, the door slid open with Gaz walking out, noticing the little smirk on König's face.

"Your face is pretty red there, big guy. You doing okay?"

He quickly nodded with another chuckle.

"Sorry, just in a... giggly mood." There was nothing to be laughing at, yet all the thoughts come rushing to his head at once, earning another snicker. As König prepared the warm towels to clean you up with, Gaz made his way back downstairs, taking a seat next to Soap.

"Think they're doing drugs up there. König was giggling like a madman."

"Sounds like a blast, I want what they're on."

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Hope you enjoyed!

[magicpotatoobsession]

GIVEN | Hiiragi Mix Thoughts Part 1

So I haven't been super active on this blog not because I don't love Given anymore, but any ounce of brain energy dedicated to Given means I have to feel the agony of waiting for the two movies to release. BUT ALAS the time has come because @aarinfantasy is the GOAT thank you thank you thank you~~~ Spoilers and screenshots below the cut 👇👇👇

GENERAL NOTES:

How can Mafuyu be animated even cuter than before? Like I don't even know how but how can he look even more adorable???!!

I love the intentional placement of sound and music in Hiiragi mix, moments of silence are so effective in highlighting tension, awkwardness, release, nervousness. Like even 1 minute into the movie, you hear the boys breathing as Uenoyama is tuning the guitar and Mafuyu is sitting beside him. It's those little details that show the atmosphere between characters perfectly.

I like the balance of Hiiragi/Shizu's storyline and Mafuyama's storyline, it's following the manga closely and shows the complexity and intertwining of their stories. It's a good way to juxtapose the different struggles between the two couples and what they needed from each other to overcome their miscommunication! I think the team took feedback from the Given Movie 1 2020 and OVA broken up into two parts when it should have worked better as one longer movie.

I saw on reddit I think that Hiiragi's VA is still relatively new to the industry but I saw a HUGE improvement in his voice acting in this movie, the range he gave to Hiiragi is amazing!

SCENE REACTIONS

This scene was so funny I CACKLED Uenoyama and Hiiragi with their catty energy I LOVE THEM

2. I fell off my couch at this scene HHAHAHA

While Uenoyama's face is funnier in the manga, something about the animated rocket launch from earth JUST GETS ME HAHHAHA. Ok serious talk though how did I not notice that when Uenoyama got confessed to and when Haruki told him he's about to debut, his brain turns into astronaut footage? I think it's a very smart way to illustrate that for Ue, music = love and one cannot exist without the other.

3. OMG Uenoyama's face HAHAH awww man I know he's bummed as hell at Mafuyu's "I'll think about it later" (to the debut proposal) but his face, Ueki and Itaya's faces send me straight to heaven

You know how Ue feels? Our munchkin cat feels like he just proposed to his lover and his lover said, hmnnn I'll think about it. 😭 Chemical, emotional, physical, psychological damage right here>>>

4. The voice acting here from Hiiragi's VA Fumiya Imai SLAPS SO HARD

It's definitely giving deja vu, similar energy to Uenoyama panicking about Mafuyu, gosh I love Hiiragi and Uenoyama's baby gay panics it's so cute.

5. Kageyama is that you?!

6. The sound design and use of silence in this entire scene....incredible, showstopping, amazing, impactful yes yes yes

7. This scene animating Shizu's flashback to childhood was really well done.

It's interesting that in the movie they didn't speak too much about Shizu being transferred from foster home to foster home, or what he had to do to get by. But also, in the manga, I'm pretty sure that they didn't have this scene of a child Shizu closing his hands over "precious stone" but I think it absolutely elevated my connection to Shizu as a character. It really shows that he believes he has been selfishly holding Hiiragi back and that he has been trapping Hiiragi all this time. It gives so much more context to what he did next which if it wasn't clear already, he tried to push Hiiragi away in order to free Hiiragi from him. 8. HOLY SHIT wow goddamn I would not want to live where Akihiko is living oh my 💀💀💀

Watching this scene animated with the noise of the highway really highlights how bad Akihiko's living conditions are. I flagged this because in the Given Manga sequel 10th mix [SPOILER AHEAD], there is this whole thing of Akiharu's disparity with their living conditions so....this is interesting....just putting it out there.....

I also don't remember this scene in the manga, but I really appreciate it, it shows the contrast of Akiharu in the first Given movie vs. this one and how their love and care for each other has evolved! Very cute! I'll make a part 2 soon!

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My Given Metas

[berrisweet]

SUMMER LOVE . . . suna rintarou

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intro : its the summer after graduation and you decide to confess your feelings to suna. you know you have to seperate, but will you fall in love anyway? you both promise to make it the summer of your lives.

rika 💬 : i'm craving angst fics so here i am providing one , this is gonna be a series ! :D

tw : right person, wrong time. hurt/slight comfort.

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you lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling. today was your graduation ceremony. the day you confess your feelings to the one and only, suna rintarou. you liked him ever since you started high school, a mere first year. you sit up, shaking a feeling of nervousness. 'the worst he could say is no, right?' you ask yourself. you sit up grogilly, making your way over to your closet to go and get changed.

your morning routine went by quicker, or at least it felt like it, maybe due to the underlying nerves. you finish getting ready, checking your appearance and sighing softly. today was gonna be a big day.

you arrive at school, your friends greeting you by your class door. "(name)! i can't believe we're graduating today," one of them says, nudging your shoulder. "it feels unreal." you reply, nodding. you hadn't expected your last year to go by fast, especially since it was filled with endless amounts of projects and schoolwork.

you're snapped out of your thoughts as the bell rings. signaling that you should probably start unpacking and getting ready for the classes ahead.

the rest of the day went by in a blur. classes, schoolwork, breaks with friends. the graduation ceremony wasn't until later that night, so you still had time to prepare. you sigh softly, picking up your bag and joining your friends who're walking out. you planned to join them to get ready for the ceremony, hitching a ride as well.

"we're glad you could join us! we're gonna doll you up real pretty. especially since you're confessing to you know who tonight." one of your friends says, smiling warmly and wiggling their eyebrows. you wave them off, blushing slightly. they were a bit over the top sometimes, but you always found it endearing how much they cared for you.

you arrive at their house, getting out, along with the others. as soon as you enter, you're greeted by their mother. "oh (name)! how have you been, sweetheart?" she asks, wrapping you in a warm embrace. you smile, replying, "i'm good, thank you." she nods, releasing you from her grasp. you make your way to their bedroom, dropping your bag.

"let's get you ready, yeah?" one of them says, while the rest of them chime excitedly. you nod, grinning. after they finish dolling you up, you look in the mirror, admiring your appearance. your hair was as silky as ever, light makeup on your gorgeous features, jewelry adorning your body. you smile softly, very thankful for their help. "oh my gosh (name), you look stunning!" one of them exclaims. "i know! they're absolutely gorgeous." another one chimes in, staring at you in awe. "oh guys stop it, i couldn't have done it without you guys." you say, shaking your head. they all wrap you in a group hug, squeezing you tightly.

fast forward to the start of the ceremony, when you arrive. you step out of the car, smoothing out your clothes. you make your way over to the chairs, taking a seat whilst your friends sit beside you.

as the ceremony went along, the overwhelming feeling in your stomach hadn't settled in. you take a deep breath to try and ease your mind, but the thoughts in your mind didn't stop, and the ideas forming in your brain only caused your queasiness to intensify and your palms to sweat.

after what seemed like an eternity, the ceremony ended. you stand up, stretching your aching limbs. you walk over to find your friends in a group, talking. you approach them, a nervous smile on your face. one of them gives you a knowing look. "are you gonna talk to him?" they ask, clearly excited. you nod, your insides churning with uncertainty. "i'll be back. wish me luck." you say, smiling at them and walking over to him.

"suna?" you ask, gently tapping his shoulder. he turns around, smiling. "(name)! what's up?" he asks, tilting his head. "can we talk? it's nothing bad, i promise." you reassure, a nervous smile on your face. he nods, face full of curiosity. you both walk away from the crowds of students, finding a small bench under a pretty magnolia tree. the street was beautifully lit, with street lamps adorning the scenery. you take a deep breath, pushing the feelings of uncertainty down.

"take your time." he says, noticing how serious you were about whatever you were about to tell him. you nod, gratefully, inhaling again. "i like you, suna. i've liked you ever since we met at the camp, when i was a manager. well a soon to be manager." you start, smiling sheepishly. "i was scared to tell you how i felt because i didn't know how you would react- and i understand if you don't-"

he cuts you off with a firm kiss to your lips, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. your eyes widen momentarily, before relaxing and melting into the kiss. he pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. "you have your answer now?" he asks, caressing your cheek softly. you nod, your face a shade of pink.

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taglist ! @chloiyoomi , @kozuwhore , tba !

dedicated to my sweet sweet angel, mira, who was soso kind to let me use her plot and help me proofread and give me tips! thank you soso much lovey, ilysm! <3 having the honor of being mooties with you truly makes me so incredibly happy & lucky, I LUV YOU SOSO MUCH !!

(check out her blog! @mirailles )

[yuyu1024]

12:05

Pairings: San × y/n

Genre/tags: established relationship, non idol

Warning: 🔞 fluff, smut/angst, cursing, unprotected sex, unprotectec sex, pet names [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 0.8k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: repost. Check pinned post for more ♥️

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His groaning, his heavy breathing and his pelvis slamming onto you as he pushes himself in you more echoes all throughout the your dorm.

Your legs up high supported by him whilst your hands are gripping onto the both sides of the bed, holding on for dear life. "Holy shit!" You cry as it get more intense. "Yes! Yes! More! Ah!"

He is on his knees on the bed, holding both your legs lifting your lower back a bit so he could find the perfect spot in you. "You're so tight." He growls. His sweat is dripping from the side of his beautiful chiseled face. "God, you feel so fucking.... good!" He thrusts more as he feels your core tightens everytime he hits the spot.

"Fuck!" You screech, arching your back feeling him more thicker in you. "Fuck! San! I think... I'm... ah!!!" Tears streams down from the corner of both your eyes. "I'm gonna come." You breathe

"Come for me." He says letting your legs rest over his shoulder as he bents down to reach you for a kiss. "You. Sound. So. Fucking. Sexy." He said in between. "Soak me up baby." He grins and then leaves you hanging from the smooch. "Imma wreck you. I need you to let it go."

And he did. Your head starts to pulsate and your core is now a ticking time bomb about to explode.

"San!" You cry as he slams hard and poking you all through out. "Shit!" You gasp for air, catchong your breathe as you slowly feel yourself let go and release. "Oh my gosh..."

Your back finally relaxes a bit. You have climaxed and its so beautiful.

"Baby," he positions himself on top of you. His broad shoulders covering you up and his elbows pinning down on the bed. "We're not yet done..." he starts to make out with you again. Starting from kissing you from behind your ear, down to your neck and goes straight down to collarbone before going straight to your lips which are always welcoming.

"You're such a good kisser you know that." You says smiling

"That's because its you who I am kissing, baby."

The kiss is wet, tasty and a lot more sucking than smooches. But its very sensual and filled with love.

"I fucking love you." He murmurs, smiling while looking straight into your eyes.

"I love you too." You answer, running your fingers through his black hair.

"Ah..." he then closes his eyes as he slowly moves his pelvis again, finding the rythm. "Your...  clenching... ah... so tight..." his breathing picks up

"Fill me up, my Sannie." You plant a soft kiss on his cheek as you wrap your legs around his sexy waist.

"Oh, baby... you are asking for trouble." He smirks

Bitting your lower lip, you begin to tease him. Your hands are now holding your boobs. Kneading it for his liking and playing around on your n!pples.

"Fuck." He snarls before lowering his head to suck.

"Baby..." you close your eyes enjoying how his tongue tickles you and plays at your sensitive tip.

"Oh shit!" San hisses as he feels himself getting there.

"Go on... San... Fill me up..." you whisper

San's thrusts are faster now. He is on the edge. "Baby! You're pu$sy feels so fucking good."

Three more strokes after, San collapses on you. His face burried beside yours, almost covered with your long hair.

"I think... your dormmate should go on a three day trip more often..." he says

"Why?"

"So we could always fuck like this. Not worrying about them hearing us or..." he pulls himself out of you and lay flat beside you, smiling. "Catching us making out and almost naked in the living room."

You laugh, "we traumatized them quite a bit huh?"

"We did." His dimples and eyes smile shows how amused he is. "We did say sorry..."

"I know.." you push yourself up using your elbow, facing him. "Maybe next time... we should be kinder and find a new place where we could have sex."

"A motel? The motel closest at the university is quite a drive still... and risky we get caught by your brother."

"Hmm... maybe... another safer option is... just in case my friends kicks us out here next time is... at your place?"

His eyebrows shoot up. "At my dorm?"

"Yes."

"I live with guys, baby."

"So...?"

He gets up and looks a bit stunned. "Baby, that's a bit dangerous. I'm worried they will get hard and horny when they hear us fucking. Our walls are not soundproof."

"Let them hear... besides..." you go on your knees and wrap your arms around his nape. "It's just an option... let just wish my lovely friends don't dump me."

You move forward and make out with San again. You then go over him, legs spread sitting on him and your core inches away from his length

"Baby, you're turning me on."

You both look down and see him getting hard again.

Wrapping your arms around his nape and pushing your hips forward, making his tip slighty brush on your core. "Round two.." you whisper, smiling.

[yootaesowlwrites]

Carry Me - Kim Taehyung

A/N: Happy birthday @taeandpuppies

W/C: 1.1K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog or a pfp. Minors DNI or get blocked!

Prompts: “Can you carry me to the bed?”

Warnings: Fluff, mention of a spider, cuteness.

Age Warning: No age warning applies to this.

The sun was just starting to set, and the orange glow was slowly filling the room from the large window in the living room, the back door to the backyard was open allowing a cool breeze to fill the room and cool the room down, you and Taehyung were on the couch together with a film playing on the television screen, and you could hear Yeontan barking at something outside, you and Taehyung look at each other before standing from the couch, deciding you should inspect what the commotion was about.

“I hope it’s nothing serious or dangerous,” You say as you exit the house and push your glasses up as they feel like they are slipping off, Taehyung right behind you. You both pause as you see the tiny dog jumping next to a dried leaf that is stuck in the grass and barking at it.

“Well, it’s nothing dangerous,” Taehyung says. “I hope a leaf isn’t dangerous,” You chuckle and move closer to the Yeontan, you bend down and reach for the leaf, only for Yeontan to bark more and jump a little more. “What’s going on baby?” Your eyes suddenly catch something moving next to the leaf.

“OH MY GOSH!” You scream, your heart racing as you pull your hand away from the leaf and instead pick Yeontan up before taking big steps towards the house. “Oh, my fucking gosh, inside, now, inside, inside!” Taehyung could see the panic in your eyes as you practically jogged towards him before moving past him. “It’s not for the leaf, Tae!” Taehyung quickly spins around and follows you inside.

“What, what was it?” He asks as you both enter the house hastily, he shuts the door, even locking it. “Do we need to call for help?” You put Yeontan down on the floor before placing your hand on top of the countertop in the kitchen and moving your other hand to your chest. “Angel, talk to me, please, what is it?” His voice is thick with concern, you lift your head as you take in slow deep breaths to calm yourself.

“It was a giant spider, Tae…” You quietly say, you watch as the concern on his face turns into horror, his eyes widen and his lips part. “That’s what he was barking at…” He quickly rushes towards Yeontan, which causes him to run away from Taehyung, quickly believing it is now a game of catch.

“Tan, are you okay?!” He asks as he continues to follow Yeontan through the kitchen and into the living room, Yeontan happily moves and stays just out of Taehyung’s reach. “Tannie!” You slowly turn and watch as they move around the couch, with the ending credits to the movie now rolling.

“Tae, Tae, Tae…” You call out before making your way into the living room and grabbing onto his shoulders to stop him from going after Yeontan. “As much as he loves the game right now, you’re not loving it,” He looks at the ground as Yeontan waits at the end of the couch for him to chase him some more. “He looks fine, it doesn’t look like he got bitten, besides, we would have noticed it if it did happen,” He lifts his head to look at you and slowly nods his head, realising by now you would have seen signs, you would have heard it also.

“You’re right…” He says and moves his hands to your waist, his arms wrap around you, and he pulls you against him, into a tight hug, your arms automatically wrap around him, one of your hands moving to the back of his head to hold him. “How bad did it look?” He feels you shiver against him before he pulls back from the hug, keeping his arms around you loosely. “That horrifying?”

“It looked so scary,” You mumble as you release him from the hug, you sit down on the couch and slouch onto it, suddenly feeling exhausted after the events that just happened. “I feel so tired right now, those things can really suck the energy out of you when you see them!” Taehyung sits down next to you, nodding his head in agreement.

“I didn’t even see it, but I feel tired…” He mumbles, Yeontan approaches you both and presses his cold nose against Taehyung’s leg, causing him to jump and yelp. “OH MY!” You couldn’t help but laugh at it. “It’s not funny, I thought it was the spider…” You shake your head as Yeontan begins licking his leg.

“Well… you locked it outside, hopefully it won’t come inside,” You say and sit upright to glance towards the door that was shut and locked just to make sure. “Otherwise we just surrender the house to it and move somewhere else,” Taehyung nods his head as you lean back against the couch. “Can I ask a favour of you?” The couch shakes slightly as he turns himself to fully face you.

“Hmm?” He hums as he pats the spot between you and him, signalling for Yeontan to jump up and lay between you both. “Anything, what do you need, sugar water for the shock?” You shake your head, softly chuckling.

“No, no, no need for that…” You say before taking in a deep breath. Yeontan jumps onto the couch and quickly makes himself comfortable between you both. “Although, I’m gonna feel bad for asking this, but… can you carry me to the bed?” You lift your arms tiredly and look at him with a tired smile on your lips.

“That really took all of your energy…” He slowly says. You nod your head before lowering your hands and moving one hand to the top of Yeontan’s head to gently scratch him. “Let me go prepare the bed for us then, open it for us and get the television set up there, and then I’ll come and get you, okay?” You nod your head and watch as he gets up and makes his way towards the bedroom.

“Your dad is such a catch, honestly, Tannie…” You say as you gently pet the top of his head. “Really… but you, on the other hand, you’re going to give us both a heart attack, don’t go near those things…” He lowers his head and shuts his eyes. “They’re scary, how are you not scared…” You pet down his body before closing your eyes and taking in slow deep breaths, slowly feeling yourself falling asleep on the couch, your neck would surely be sore tomorrow morning with the position you were in. “Tae…?” You could feel yourself being moved before something soft hit your back, and you immediately knew you had reached the bed.

“Hmm, it’s just me, sleep, angel, I’m just going to fetch Tannie, and then we’ll join you,” He softly says, you hum tiredly, not opening your eyes at all, too tired to even try to open them. You were quickly drifting off when you felt the bed shake gently and a warm fluffy body laying down behind your legs near your thighs before you felt arms wrap around you. “Sleep well, angel,” He softly kisses your cheek and almost instantly you fall asleep.

[aroacepotatoo]

fics finally out people!!! (Took my dumbass long enough)

Really happy to finally released this, it took way to long… (tumblr version below btw :3)

the flame and the flower

Chapter 1: falling into the field

"what?" Tango questioned, "Are you serious?!"

"Unfortunately..." Zed sighed.

"You've gotta be kiddinggg!" he whined, "You can't be out of redstone at a time like this!"

"Look I'm sorry Tango, but that's just the reality. I can't leave my shop to get more until tomorrow, so your just gonna have to wait."

Tango wanted to pout about it, but at this point he knew it'd get him no where. He sighed, "Oh geez, what am i meant to do now? The project I'm working on is almost finish and seeing it just sit there till tomorrow is gonna drive me crazy!"

"wellll, if your really that desperate, then i might have a solution for you." Zed said.

Tango's face lit up, "Really?"

"Mhm! There's a cave nearby here to the right that's quite small." he started, "It's not the cave i go to, but it does have a lot of materials last time i checked, and there was a surprising amount of redstone too, especially considering it doesn't go to deepslate."

"what does any of that have to do with my situation?"

Zed handed Tango an iron pickaxe, "what I'm saying is that, if your really in desperate need of redstone, then you can go there! Last time i checked, nobody else has even touched the place!"

Tango smiled at his best friend, "Oh my gosh, thank you so much Zed! I don't think you realize how helpful this is!"

Zed smiled back at him, "No problem!" he said, "Have fun with whatever your working on!"

"I will!" and with that, Tango walked off along with Torchy. Thankfully, Zed's shop was close to the edge of town, so he didn't have to try and avoid people. when he made it to the edge, before stepping on the grass, he instinctively flinched, suddenly fearing that he'd cause a forest fire by accident. He tried to push that fear aside though, but no matter how much he did, he still didn't exactly feel comfortable touching the grass, so he just opted to float to the cave instead. Torchy seemed to notice too, but he didn't make a comment on it.

As he started traveling through the forest, he quickly started regretting not asking Zed for more clear directions, because he was kind of confused. He admitedly wasn't too familiar with the forest, despite the fact that he'd lived next to it basically his entire life, so he didn't exactly know where he was going. Zed said that it was nearby to the left, but that's pretty vague all things considered. Oh void, he's lost, isn't he?! Oh who is he kidding, he's totally lost! He'd pasted by the same tree about ten times at this point, he has no idea where he's going and he doesn't even know how he got here!!

Tango started to panic a bit, fidgeting with his hands to try and calm his nerves. His tail flicking back and forth quite quickly, kicking up the loose grass on the ground. He doesn't really know what to do, his mind is just a blur of worry as he started thinking of every possible terrible outcome of this. Getting mauled by a bear, falling into a pit and starving to death, drowning in a river, getting attacked by wild animals, getting murdered and no one hearing him scream! There was thousands of ideas, and while a good third of them were quite unlikely, he couldn't help but overthink things.

He sat down next to the big tree and took a deep breath, "Oh void, what am i gonna do now..." he softly said to himself, "I have no idea where i am, let alone where home is..." he face planted into his knees and dramatically sighed. Torchy tried to comfort him by lightly patting his shoulder.

"Do you have any ideas Torch?" Tango asked him.

Torchy sheepishly shook his head no. Tango sighed, "I thought so." he stood up again, "wellll, i have no idea where we're going, but i guess we should keep on going?" he looked at his wisp for some form of reassurance. He nodded and hesitantly, they continued to travel into the forest. He was being quite cautious with every step, constantly look at his surroundings. But he wasn't paying much attention to the floor and suddenly--

Tango tripped and fell down a hill. Thankfully, it wasn't too big of a fall so he didn't get to hurt, there was just some scraps and bruises on his arms and knees. Torchy was also fine too, he can float after all and seem more concerned about Tango more than anything, asking him if he was ok.

"Yeah, I'm fine Torchy!" he insisted, "The fall wasn't that bad."

when Tango finally bothered to look up, he was surprised to find himself in...a flower field? Or, it seemed to something like that anyway. The place was covered head to toe with flowers, almost every kind under the sun to the point that it didn't seem natural. There was petals falling in the sky too. In the center of the field was this little mountain with what seemed to be a front of a house in the middle with a platform. There was also what appeared to be a lower level of house at the bottom of the mountain, there was another door and an outdoor storage area from what he could see. Close to him was a pond that look so clear he's pretty sure he could see his reflection. To be honest, the entire scene looked straight out of a fantasy novel. And Tango couldn't help but admire the place before standing up and dusting himself off.

And out of the corner of his eye, on top of the platform, stood a figure that seemed to have wings. He couldn't see it well from this far away, and when he turned to squint at the figure, it was gone. whatever it was, they must've left or something. Maybe they live here, or maybe it was stealing from the house? Either way, its none of his business and he's more concerned about getting home then being nosy. He started walking forward, trying to find some form of stairwell or path that could maybe lead him closer to home. He starts to wonder who even lives there though, i mean, there's got to be someone, right? This place doesn't really seem abandoned, sure there's vines everywhere, but it seemed liked someone still lived there. There was smoke coming out of the chimney of the house and he could see the lights on in there too. There has to be someone, righ--

"Hi!"

Tango shrieked and fell backwards. A canary stood before him when he looked up, offering they're hand, "Oh my void, I'm so sorry, are you ok?"

He was confused, but he took their hand never-the-less, "Y-yeah, I'm a-alright."

"Sorry for making you fall...again..."

"D-don't worry about it, I'm o-ok!" Tango insisted. It was at this point he actually took a good look at the avian. They had golden wings that faded into black at the tips, frizzy blonde hair with flowers in it that was tied into a messy bun, an off white sweater that sagged slightly off of their shoulder and these jean shorts that had different patches of fabric sewn onto the it as if to patch up holes. They were covered in a couple of scar and some dirt, the scar that stood out to Tango being one on the upper left side of their chest that kind of looked like a star, and they had these crystal blue eyes that looked like the colour of the ocean.

"...S-so, w-what's your n-name?" Tango awkwardly asked.

"Huh?" they questioned, until something clicked in their head, "Oh, OH, RIGHT! Sorry i forgot, my name's Jimmy! Nice to meet you!" he offered his hand out again.

Tango has admittedly always hated hand-shakes, and even though it kind of seemed impolite, he didn't shake his hand and just responded, "N-nice to meet you too! Name's Tango."

Jimmy seem a little confused as to why he didn't shake his hand, but he didn't question it, "Say, how did you end up here? Not many people ever really, y'know...v-visit me." he seemed a bit embarrassed to admit the last part of his sentence, his face lightly blushing.

"Oh, y-you see i-i was going into the forest to find a cave my friend told me about, and as you saw i uhhhh...k-kind of tripped and f-fell..."

"Oh, i see. Are you lost?" Jimmy asked.

Tango was embarrassed to admit it, but he really was lost, and maybe this guy can help him, "I-i...a-am lost. L-like, i don't e-even know where h-home is kind of l-lost."

"I figured." Jimmy seemed to have an idea before he spoke, "Say, do you...want to clean yourself up in my house?" he asked.

Tango was entirely confused, "H-huh?"

Jimmy seemed to catch how odd his offer sounded, his face flushing red as he was visibly flustered, "I-i m-mean, y-your c-covered in di-dirt f-from the f-fall, s-so i-i j-just t-thought yo-you'd want t-to c-clean y-yourself u-up i-is a-all!" he awkwardly chuckled.

"O-oh, i s-see." he was going to answer, but he suddenly had a question, "w-wait, d-do you l-live here?"

"Yeah!" Jimmy smiled, "I've lived here for years in fact! It's nice being connected to nature but it is quite...isolating..."

"Isolating?"

"Y-yeah, i d-don't r-really...h-have many f-friends." he admitted, "I mean i have my siblings, and i love them! B-but, they d-don't visit often, so most of the time i basically just have my cats."

"You have cats?"

"Yeah!" Jimmy nodded, "They're both taking a nap in my nest right now, but their wonderful! I love them with all my heart, but outside of them, i don't really have anybody that i see often. It is kind of my fault though, even if the curse isn't..."

"You're cursed?" Tango asked.

"Unfortunately..." Jimmy sighed, "Look just, let me show you." he picked up a red flower from the ground, hesitating for a second as if he felt bad about what he was about to do. He touched the flower regardless though, and suddenly, the flower started to wither and die and after less than a minute, it was fully dead. It looked pale, basically gray, and the silence during the entire moment made it feel so...eerie.

Jimmy tried to act cool but the guilt was paint all over his face, "...T-t-tada." he said, seemingly trying to lighten the mood, a shaky smile on his face that was lopsided.

Tango couldn't help but be a bit horrified by what he just witnessed, but considering Jimmy said earlier that this was a 'curse', and he knows better than anyone how it feels to have dangerous magic that's hard to control, he doesn't wanna make the poor guy feel bad about it. "O-oh, t-that's...c-cool!" it wasn't intentional, but he felt himself slightly back up a bit.

Jimmy took notice to that, "Oh d-don't worry! I-it c-can't hurt p-people as far a-as i k-know!" he reassured.

That bit of information sort of calmed Tango's nerves, but he couldn't help but notice the perfect opportunity to make a joke. And sure, while it might not be the most appropriate time to say it, he wanted to lighten the mood a bit and maybe calm Jimmy's own nerves, as he seemed nervous and even scared himself, "As far as you know?" he questioned, smiling so as to make it as clear as possible that he was joking.

Jimmy giggled, "well what do you expect me to do? Go ahead test it out on people!?"

"I don't know." Tango shrugged, "But as an inventor with wild magic myself, i feel like it'd be fun to experiment with that. Y'know, just to figure out what it's capable of."

"Y'know despite my curiosity, i don't think i wanna know what you've done with your magic when you say things like that."

"I would say the same thing about you but you seem wayyyyy to sweet to ever hurt anybody sunshine."

"A-- Hey! I could hurt somebody if i wanted to!" Jimmy huffed, he acted offended but by his smile he seemed more amused than anything, "I just...don't want to is all. But i could take like...five people and kill them if i really wanted to!"

Tango didn't exactly get it, but he couldn't help but smile at how Jimmy had perked up. And his positive and welcoming energy was just so...infectious.

"But anyways, do you need directions?" Jimmy asked.

"Uhhhh yeah, do you know where Hermonica is from here?"

"Yeah!" he pointed to a path to the left, "Follow that path and take a left when you see a beehive and you should get there!"

"Thanks!" Tango picked up his pickaxe from the ground, "Oh, and do you happen to know where any caves nearby might be?"

"You mean the one you were looking for before you fell into my house?"

Tango got kind of embarrassed that he mentioned that again, his face lightly blushing, "Y-yeah, that..."

Jimmy giggled, "well, if its the one i think you're talking about, if you take a right at the beehive instead, you should find it!"

"Great, thanks a bunch for the help!" Tango smiled.

"Oh no problem, good luck on your adventures!"

"You too!" Tango started walking towards the path.

"Oh, and Tango?" Jimmy started.

He turned around, "Hm?"

Jimmy seemed to suddenly get a bit shy and flustered, but he tried to keep his cool, "I-if y-y-you...e-ever w-wanna c-come and v-visit, i-I'd l-love to b-be...f-friends."

Tango was caught off guard by the offer, his face flushing red, "R-really?"

"Y-yeah! Y-you seem l-like a c-cool p-person, a-and I'm k-kind of l-l-lonely i-if I'm b-being h-honest s-so...i-I'd love t-the c-company." he had this goofy smile on his blushing face. He was fidgeting with his sweater sleeves seemingly to sink some form of nerves.

Tango couldn't help but smile back at him, he looked off to the side and tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear, "I-I'll...consider it."

Jimmy smiled and waved at him, and with that, he walked off on a path. He starting thinking to himself as he was walking, and he had a lot of question. who was that guy? How the hell did he get the curse? How long has he had the curse?! why does he live in the forest? How long has he lived there? There was a bunch of questions in his mind, and while some were pretty tedious and easy to answer, he was really curious. It's not everyday that you meet a mysterious avian in the forest that's apparently very lonely and has cats and a curse. But out of all off the question he had in his head, there was one specific one he had to himself;

was he going to come back?

And admittedly, despite the fact that Jimmy was a complete stranger, he genuinely wasn't sure.