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Why everyone forgetting that Wade can sew? Like- he made his suit in Deadpool. That suit was a fucking good suit. He 100% makes Logan like- 13 suit variants and Logan probably thinks Wade’s got them off the TVA or Colossus or smth. And Logan’s ripped jeans mysteriously show up in his closet all fixed, and Wade’s gifting him leather gloves for him to wear while on his motorbike, regeneration be damned. And one day he can’t find Mary Puppins dog food and he opens a closet he’s never noticed before and it’s got a sewing machine and rolls of yellow leather in it and he finally connects the dots and wants to cry cause it’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for him.

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// brutally soft // II. 

baby daddy!sukuna x reader 

tags: non curse au; fluff; tension; reader and sukuna are co-parents; girl dad sukuna; mentions troubled past with sukuna; alludes to significant size different; sukuna being extremely soft | wc: x | read this for more context & this

note: you and sukuna attend your daughter's winter performance at school

dni if your blog is blank / ageless / or are a minor

your lips part, eyes widening as the crisp air stings the tip of your nose.

you take sukuna in - his tall body leaning against the pillar of the kindergarten in an outfit that's far too sharp than anything you've ever seen him in.

an overcoat, pressed matching colored slacks, a leather belt with a shiny silver buckle, polished loafers and a dark charcoal turtleneck hugging all the muscle he carries. the all black attire highlights his fiery hair and silver piercings glittering underneath the warm light. he has one hand in his pocket, the other flicking through his phone screen.

your heart hammers. the space between your leg pulses.

he looks so good.

you step forward, the heel of your boot climbing up the concrete stairs. he looks up when he hears you approaching, and stands upright to greet you with a warm smile. "hey," he states calmly, berry tinted irises tracking down your body to subtly check you out.

"hi," you reply, but it comes out as a breathy whisper. sukuna rarely ever dressed up like this. he was a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy. he owned one denim and one leather jacket. he loved worn band tees, gym attire and cut out shirts. he hated spending money on clothes because he found it "frivolous" and instead would blow it on his motorbike, booze, and weed. he rented a suit once and complained the entire time. but this...

"you look," you stammered, unable to ignore the slight spark that ignited between the space where you both stood. "you look really good, ryo..."

he runs his hand over his freshly trimmed undercut, the scent of oak moss and wood wafting across your nose and making you picture an evergreen forest.

"thanks," he murmurs with a slight pout, his face falling into an honest expression of uncertainty. "I thought I overdid it a little..." "not at all, you look…fantastic…” you answer with a shake of your head and a firm word of reassurance. "this shit cost me an arm and a leg, but I had nothing else to wear tonight..." he huffed, before relaxing his stance. "glad it paid off at least" you furrow your brows softly, "you bought all this for her play?" a hint of pink kisses sukuna's cheeks and he averts his eyes shyly. "yeah, the brat keeps complaining about my scary clothes and shit..." your heart melts over the gesture.

when you think about how much sukuna cares for your daughter, how much he wants to prove to her and everyone else around him that he does, in fact, take his role as a father seriously, it makes you immensely proud of him.

you've seen the growth in the man.

the sukuna you knew five years ago and the man standing before you now were two completely different people.

and that fact messes with your head.

you swore to yourself that you would never take him back.

that you would never give him a second chance.

"anyway, shall we head inside? the show is about to start in fifteen minutes..." he interjects, cutting your thoughts abruptly before you even have a chance to tell him anything else.

you nod your head, and he casually places his palm against the small of your back to lead you inside.

the parents were cramped in the auditorium, the steel fold out chairs were uncomfortably cold but even more so for your former ex lover who was struggling to find a position for his large physique. after watching him suffer for a few minutes, you finally offered him your own seat on the aisle to give his legs a bit of breathing room.

"fucking hell, all this money we spend and they can't get some decent chairs in..." he complains and you chuckle as you bump his shoulder into his.

the performance was all about celebrating the seasons of the year and each class from the kindergarten were set to perform a specific season. the first batch of kids started with the spring season, where the kids sang and danced in little floral costumes as they taught the audience in question all about how spring brings abundance and the start of something new. the next scene moved into summer, where the performance transitioned to upbeat tempos as the kids celebrated the warmth that the season brings. the third scene transitoned to fall, where the colors of the set morphed into earth tones as the kids sang about the celebration of the harvest.

and finally it was the last scene to honor the beauty of the ice, cold winter. the scene where your daughter was performing. you nudge sukuna when you notice him dozing off, and he instantly perks upright to catch the part that he's been waiting for all night.

his face lights up when his daughter scampers onto the stage, dressed as a sparkling little snowflake. you both can see her eyes scanning the crowd, and her face brightens when she finds the two of you.

sukuna leans in to whisper in your ear, "she wanted to wear that from when she woke up this morning..."

"and did you let her?" you prod, teasing him over his softness towards her and knowing full well that she could have easily gotten her way with him.

"hell no. I wasn't going to deal with the mess of all that glitter," he answers back, your voices getting lower as the audience hushes.

the performance starts - your daughter is twirling and moving with confidence. she sings along with the choir and whenever you glance towards sukuna, you find him beaming with pride the entire time.

and then there was her big moment, her solo.

the one she has been going on and on about for weeks.

the spotlight shines on her as she takes center stage, her small hands squeezing into two tight balls as she shifts her weight from one foot to the next.

she's nervous, you can see it and it makes you itch with anticipation. you can't help but tug at sukuna's sleeve subconsciously, but the man responds by naturally taking your hand in his own.

your daughter swallows the lump in her throat, a hint of fear veiling her eyes as she glances to the side of the stage then back to the audience.

her eyes fall to you and sukuna once again, and the man simply meets her focus as he playfully waves his fingers in her direction.

her small hand relaxes, and she gives him a secret wave in return before easing her stance.

your eyes sting with tears at the interaction before she starts to sing.

you're holding your breath the entire time, pride sitting at your throat as you let go of sukuna to pull out your camera to record the entire thing. her confidence unfurls as she carries on her performance, making you think of all the afternoons and evenings she has spent performing her solo in front of you and probably sukuna while at home. by the end she takes a dramatic bow before returning to the rest of her cast.

you pause the video and turn to the man by your side who is applauding louder than everyone else in the room.

he looks at you with nothing but fulfillment.

"that's our girl," he says with a wolfish grin and cheeky wink, only triggering happy tears to fall.

sukuna drapes his arm around you, and you sling your own around his bicep in return, the other wiping away at your cheek. "yeah," you answer with a sniffle, "yeah it is"

for a moment your eyes lock, the two of forgetting your surroundings as the final song ensues.

“thank you for bringing her into my world,” sukuna murmurs, his lips merely inches from yours. but you don’t even pick up on the depth of what his gratitude even means.

you dab away at the dampness on your face. “that girl is your world, ryo” you tease but pause when you notice his face soften as he dips his gaze to your bottom lip.

“you both are.” he clarifies earnestly, but you are too stunned to speak.

he leans forward, and replicates what happened on the sofa just a few months ago by placing a small but innocent kiss on the corner of your lip.

“you both are.”

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I was thinking about illegalracer!jungwon as your bf. He takes you for late night rides on his motorcycle that finish with him fucking u on his place, it's like a normal routine now...

Imagine Illegal Racer Jungwon…

Who had a frisky side since the day you met him, living for the thrill of the night and earning himself a name of admiration and infamy on the streets as an underground racer…

Illegal racer Jungwon who turned every road into his personal racetrack, drowning out his thoughts with the roaring pulse of his motorbike engine.

Illegal racer Jungwon who never expected you to become a part of this side of his world, but enjoyed having you around regardless… internally smirking at the startled look on your face whenever his wheels took off in a race, or the labored breaths you’d let out once he returned to greet you with a victory kiss in front of every one watching.

Illegal racer Jungwon who made you sit on the back of his bike one day, inviting you to fully understand his love for the wild life, and you’ve been hooked ever since.

“If you hang on tight enough, I might reward you with something once we get to my place,” he’d say, revving the engine but refusing to take off until your arms were wrapped securely around his waist, nearby neon lights blurring into both your peripheral visions as the smoky wind whipped through your exposed hair.

Illegal Racer Jungwon whose eyes sparkled like onyx as these late night joy rides became a part of your normal routine, adoring how you learned to trust him when he’d speed down narrow alleyways, or come a mere centimeter from colliding into destruction.

You two had even been chased by the police before, but Jungwon always had a way of outrunning them, especially when he had a certain goal in mind to get you alone with him for the night…

Illegal racer Jungwon who with every harsh drift, loved it when you held onto him tighter, stealing kisses at red lights as silver rain painted the streets and your dewy leather jackets.

Illegal racer Jungwon who would park his motorbike under a tree, helping you take your helmet off with his protective hand at your hips, finger playfully linking in the hoops of your jeans as he buried his face in your neck, kissing you desperately in between whispering how badly he had missed you…

Illegal racer Jungwon who usually left the back door to your little secret place unlocked, mostly because it was reserved for one thing and one thing only.

Illegal racer Jungwon who always looked especially attractive in his damp biker suit, watching with lust-ridden eyes as you stripped him of his leather layers to grant you better access to his broad shoulders.

“Love it when I take you out just so I can fuck you, huh?,” he teased, almost cooing at the way you rushed to take off his belt.

Illegal racer Jungwon whose sultry voice tantalized your ears whenever he spoke dirty to you, taking your face in his free hand to force your glossy eyes back on him.

“That’s my good girl- shit… keep fucking yourself on my cock,” he’d grunt in between having you bounce in his lap, sounds of skin against skin filling the room, “does it feel good, baby?… hmm?”

“Feels s-so good, Wonie,” you hummed with a broken moan, throwing your head back as he continued guiding your hips, “gonna come… f-fuck- gonna come so hard for you, baby…”

Illegal racer Jungwon who let his eyes roll in the back of his head every time you clenched around him, his pouty mouth leaning forward to suck, bite, and lick on your skin anywhere he could.

Illegal racer Jungwon who would always finish on your stomach because he never remembered to bring a condom, once again, enjoying the subtle risk of potentially forgetting to pull out of you.

Illegal racer Jungwon whose soft “I love you’s” after a reckless night never failed to make your heart flutter, taking a short cut to bring you back home even if it was past two in the morning.

Illegal racer Jungwon who liked kissing you goodnight at your doorstep on nights like this, his hand playfully smacking your ass as he whispered in the cool air, “You better call me first thing in the morning, alright?”

Illegal racer Jungwon who chuckled to himself whenever you waved at him like he wasn’t the guy you fucked every night, driving off into the distance with his final thoughts being your pretty face, a flushed red hue from the love he made to you...

took me forever and a day to answer this ask (my sincerest apologies, anon), but hopefully you get to read it sometime soon !!

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.・✭ FANFIC MASTERLIST 13/11/24 ✭・.

⭐ personal favourites // 🔥 smut // 🐻 fluff // 💔 angst

ੈ♡˳ Wolverine

✩ worst wolverine ✦ ⭐🔥 'messy' (nsfw) - worst!logan x f!reader // logan learns that you can squirt, he indulges in that information (1.8k words) ✦ ⭐🔥 'hunger' (nsfw) - worst!logan x f!reader // logan can't tear his mind away from the new barmaid at his usual haunt. he tries to resist you, he really does. but when you're both alone in the bathroom, he finds he's not the only one plagued with filthy thoughts. (3.9k words)

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

✩ old man logan ✦ 🔥 'look at me' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x gn!reader // logan can't fuck like he used to, but you don't care. you get on top, gladly taking care of him in return (2k words) ✦ 🔥 'forever in blue jeans' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x f!reader // riding old man logans thigh while he wears jeans (500 words) ✦ ⭐🔥 'my man' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x gn!reader // he's irresistible in that work suit of his, so much so that you decide to treat him with it on. (1.3k) ✦ 🔥 'big bad wolf' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x f!reader // request: 'couples halloween costumes with old man logan who will begrudgingly dress up for his girl'. (400 words) ✦ ⭐🔥 'disobedience' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x f!reader // moodboard + drabble. (100 words) ✦ ⭐🐻 'domestic life' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // domestic life with logan headcanons (700 words) ✦ 💔 'the man in the mirror' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // comforting logan as he questions his identity (600 words) ✦ 🐻💔 'always' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // logan is struggling to look after himself, you trim his beard while he sleeps. (800 words)

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

✩ general logan / aus / other ✦ 🔥 'nsfw alphabet headcanons' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // the word 'logan' for the nsfw alphabet (800 words) ✦ ⭐🔥 'dirty little secret' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // logan finds that you've left him a little gift behind, and he just can't help himself. (1.2k) ✦ ⭐🔥 'baby fever' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // after your first baby is born, logan realises he doesn't want to stop at just one. (4.4k) ✦ 🔥 'branded' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // wearing logans dog tags as you ride him (300 words) ✦ 🔥 'joyride' - (nsfw) logan x f!reader // logan fucks you on his (scotts) motorbike in the middle of the forest because you can't keep it down inside the mansion. (1.7k words) ✦ 🔥 'heavy metal lover' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // imagine logan is in a metal band and he uses you before every gig in his dressing room (300 words) ✦ 🔥 'save a horse, ride a cowboy' (nsfw) - cowboy!logan x gn!reader // riding cowboy logan (370 words) ✦ 🔥 'life with lumberjack logan headcanons' (nsfw) - a collection of domestic headcanons for lumberjack logan (600 words) ✦ ⭐🔥 'bad idea, right?' (nsfw) - dofp!logan x f!reader // your father hired him to protect you, not to fuck you. but logan never really liked playing by the rules. (1.7k) ✦ 🔥 'strangers' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // the stranger in the leather jacket at the bar wants you as much as you want him. (800 words) ✦ 🔥 'the animal in the cage' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // you return each week to watch the stranger in the cage, desire swirling in your mind. there's no way he'd ever look at you too. . . right? (830 words) ✦ 🔥 'hands' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // moodboard + drabble, taking his fingers in your mouth (60 words) ✦ 🐻 'sunflowers' - logan x gn!reader // moodboard + drabble, logan buys you sunflowers (100 words) ✦ 🐻💔 'im sorry' - logan x gn!reader // logan would never hurt you, but in his nightmares he's often not able to control his claws - he's hurt you, the one thing he never wanted to do. (1k) ✦ 🐻 'soft' - logan x gn!reader // imagine playing with logans hair (500 words) ✦ ⭐🐻 'snow day' - logan x gn!reader // logan hates the snow, hates that it reminds him of the past. but he soon finds that being with you gives it a whole new meaning. (1.1k) ✦ 🐻 'halloween' - logan x gn!reader // carving pumpkins with logan. (200 words) ✦ ⭐🐻 'that funny feeling' - logan x gn!reader // no matter how hard he tries, logan can't escape one simple fact. he's falling in love with you. (900 words) ✦ 🐻 'number one fan' - rockstar!logan x popstar!wade // rockstar logan meets popstar wade backstage. what could go wrong? (1.1k words)

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୨୧  bad boy facade chapter 1 – 산

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The town Mountain View was split, two sides of one coin: the Northside and the Southside. 

When you walked through the Northside, the buildings screamed money, all the brick houses were the standard two stories with white picket fences protecting the front yards, a vegetable patch on one side and a swing set or monkey bars on the other. Housewives on their daily power walks with their french bulldogs on leash, the dog bags not being the only plastic they carried on their bodies. Bentleys and Rolls-royces parked in driveways and along the streets, a blinding shine coat on the body and one of those stick-figure family stickers on the back windows. Husbands returning from their high-paid office jobs decked with suits, briefcases and enlarged egos — all aiming to outclass one another with their yearly salaries and perfect families (at least, a facade of a perfect family). Students with their A+ grades and their private school uniforms, all hiding a social-shattering secret from their parents — whether that be cheating classes, smoking weed or fucking the neighbour’s mum when they’d go clean their pool.

All of it was like a page torn out of a high-end magazine or a scene cut from gossip girl.

But when you cross the tracks to the Southside, everything darkens.

Compared to the Northside, the Southside looked like utter trash. Multiple abandoned buildings that were now overrun by unfortunate homeless people, the only two shops being open was a small milk bar and an actual bar where all the residents drank themselves further into depression. There were few full houses, all of them practically crumbling to the step, but many caravans and trucks throughout the large self-made caravan park. Instead of cars through the streets, it was motorbikes owned by the strong-build, tattooed biker gang members: all of them wearing the same leather jackets that read ‘The Black Pirates’ with their logo on the back. Though the community was smaller, it was stronger than the Northside. Everyone had struggles and no one ever considered themselves to be superior to someone else.

The town was glued-stuck in a hierarchical system: rich vs poor, clean vs dirty, scholar vs drug addict. Each side was set to despise each other, the only one seeming to be somewhat in the middle being the mayor of the town, always attempting to keep the peace between each side.

So when the news broke that the Southside High School suddenly burst into flames over summer, the placements of the students turned the town into a frenzy. Parents of the Southside students worried that the lack of a school building will increase their kids chances of an, already, shitty education. And the Northside parents biggest worry was having the new students be put into the private school (not like they could afford it), and cause havoc and distractions on their perfect children’s education. The moment the mayor put out a statement saying ‘all junior students will be sent to Greenfield High School in the next town over, and all senior students will be sent to Mountain View Academy’, parents threatened to remove their students from the school and even leave the town for good.

And some people actually did because they believed themselves to be so above the “southside scum”. In reality, we all bleed the same colour even if the Northsiders claimed they bled gold.

Everyone expected the worst from the new students, but were they really that bad or just completely misunderstood?

Only one way to find out.

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹

“I can’t believe they’re coming to our school!” Yeosang huffed through the phone, falling back onto his bed and watching you on the screen as you speedrun the holiday homework that was left for the last minute: a stressful habit that occurred every school break. “AND they get to go here with no school fees at all! It’s completely unfair to us, why do we have to pay?”

“Our parents pay, not us.” You chuckled, a dramatic offended gasp leaving him as his hand clutched his chest like he was suffering a heart attack. Your best friend was a very dramatic person, overly dramatic some might say but it was one of your favourite things about him.

“Are you sure you aren’t just scared that you’re gonna see Wooyou-”

“Hey!” Yeosang shouted, causing you to slightly jump at the abrupt loudness. “I thought we agreed to never say that name or talk about that person again.”

The mood change within him was instant, memories of his past friendships flooded into his brain as he was reminded that tomorrow, they’d see each other again after all these years — possibly even be in the same homeroom. You felt bad for bringing it up but unfortunately for him, it was necessary.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised in a whisper, a small sense of guilt climbing over you. “But really, how are you feeling about seeing… him… again?”

Yeosang’s eyes avoided the screen, moving around his bedroom and claiming new interests in the walls and roof.

“I-I’m fine.” He stuttered, his voice cracking slightly before his eyes met yours. “I’ll be fine.”

But that was a lie.

In reality, he was terrified to see his ex best friend once more. The friendship that was held strong between them since they were seven years old, their parents struggling to separate them at the end of school days and most ending in a sleepover at the other's house. The friendship that followed its way into high school, even after Wooyoung moved in the second year, they still managed to see each other every single day. The friendship that Wooyoung ruined the moment he joined The Black Pirates and started committing petty crimes and snorting any sort of substance he came across. 

Yeosang tried his hardest to help him, desperately wanting to save him from early death, but Wooyoung countered it with harmful words and even more harmful punches. It was that day that Yeosang vowed to himself to never talk to Wooyoung again. 

He still remembers the last fight as if it were yesterday and not four years ago.

“Youngie, please! You can’t keep doing this to yourself, it’s destroying you!” Yeosang pleaded, the tight grasp on Wooyoung’s hands trying to hold him back from leaving. “Please, I can help you.”

“I don’t need help!” Wooyoung yelled, yanking his hands away from Yeosang. He ran his fingers through his hair, gripping tightly at the roots before dropping his arms to his sides.

Yeosang stared at him in disbelief, never seeing this side of aggression from his best friend before, and it was terrifying. The redness of Wooyoung’s face, especially around the eyes and nose was the only hint towards him that this was not his normal self-

“Are you kidding me…” Wooyoung moved his heavy eyes to Yeosang, his friend’s face masked with grief and sadness and his eyes glossed over with tears that threatened to spill. “You’re high right now, aren’t you?”

“Fuck off.” Wooyoung scoffed, a subtle yet very telling swipe of his nose indicating that, yes, he was in fact high. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Wooyoung, please-”

“No! I’m so sick of this shit Yeosang!” Wooyoung shouted, stepping forwards as Yeosang backed himself into the wall, his frame blocking him in. “Ever since I joined The Black Pirates you’ve been so fucking annoying about it, saying I’ll get hurt or killed but look, I’m completely fine! Why can’t you just be fucking happy for me that I fit in somewhere?”

“Because you’re not fine!” Yeosang uses the strength over Wooyoung to push him harshly away, his feet losing balance and almost toppling over himself. It was so obvious that he was not Wooyoung, not really. “I know you’re not, I know you better than anyone!”

That ticked something in Wooyoung’s brain. Whether it was the words that came out of his best friend’s mouth or the drugs that penetrated his system and pressed hard on the anger inside him, something clicked.

Wooyoung lunged forward with a tight flying fist, planting a harsh punch to the side of Yeosang’s face. His body fell harshly to the ground, the pinch of pain instantly clouding his eye and preparing to leave a purple bruise. He glared down at his teary eyed friend, wincing as his hand softly grazed the affected area — but Wooyoung wasn’t done.

He climbed atop Yeosang’s body, his weight now holding him down as he began setting punch after punch onto his face. The strikes were agonising, not because of the contact but because of the person initiating it. Tears streamed down Yeosang’s puffed cheeks, burning the sensitive skin and being spread around by Wooyoung’s fist. He cried out desperately for him to stop, but Wooyoung’s ears were blocked by fury, smoke practically steamed out of them.

“Youngie- Please, it hurts!” Yeosang begged, his voice croaking from the heavy emotions between them. “P-please, stop!”

With one last blow to his jawline, Wooyoung finally ceased his aggressive motions, breath heaving above Yeosang as he covered his face with his hands and wiped away his tears. Wooyoung stood up and scowled down at the boy, a clob of spit flying from his mouth and landing on Yeosang’s chest.

His heart broke into a million pieces when he heard Wooyoung’s final words. “You don’t know me at all.”

And a few days later, you had been partnered with him for a school project and haven’t been able to get rid of him since. 

Actually, he hasn’t been able to get rid of you.

You had never gotten the displeasure of meeting Wooyoung he who shall not be named, only hearing the stories and seeing a few photos, but you didn’t like him. Not one bit. Not after seeing the effects he left on your best friend, both the physical evidence and the emotional. Though he was a bit dramatic, Yeosang was one of, if not, the sweetest person you knew. So knowing that someone could hurt him so bad, someone so close to him as well — it didn’t sit right with you. I mean, who could hurt a person as pure as the driven snow, a man with not a single bad bone in his body.

“So, what homeroom are you in?” Yeosang asked, swiftly trying to change the topic.

“Uhh… I think I’m in Homeroom 710-”

“Nooo!” He whined, the fake tears beginning to fall but you just laughed. “I’m in Homeroom 715, this is a scam.”

Yeosang began to fake cry once more, quickly stopping and looking at the phone screen to make sure you were watching him before continuing. All you could do was laugh at him. He continued to complain about everything coming up tomorrow whilst you finished off the last few lines of your homework. You will never understand the concept of homework, why are we learning stuff at home when we’re meant to learn it at school?

You weren’t the best school academically but you were all of the teacher’s favourites purely based on your kindness and helpfulness within the classes, you were always the person to be put with the new students and be their guide for the day. There was a worry in the back of your mind that you would be chosen, once again, to show the new students around. And you were okay with that, frankly you didn’t care about all the new students and the possibility of them “ruining the education of the good ones”. Your family was rich but they were one of the few who were snobby rich, and you were taught to never judge a book by its cover.

But imagine if you had to be the guide for the school for your best friend’s enemy, that'd be the biggest betrayal to his moral loyalty, even if the choice wasn’t yours.

Once you finished the final dot, you packed up all your school supplies into your bag, sitting it next to your laid out uniform; which you only did so you could be more prepared in the morning so you could sleep in and avoid going to school for as long as possible.

“Anyways, I better go to bed.” Yeosang sighed, already snuggling himself into the duvet. “Gotta get my beauty sleep.”

“Yeah sure… I’ll see you tomorrow,” You scoffed and climbed into your own bed, plugging your phone into the charger quickly: it had been sitting on 3% for about an hour. “And you know, you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Referring to your previous conversation, you could see the hurt on Yeosang’s face when it was brought up, almost feeling it through the phone. He was never good with confrontation, always let things go because he was too afraid to speak up. And the one time he did speak up, he got multiple hits to the face so it didn’t leave the best impression. He simply nodded before saying goodbye and hanging up-

“WAIT! Did you hear about-”

The call didn’t end until 2am.

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Waking up the next morning, you already dreaded the pressures that the final year of school was gonna put on you. With the extra homework, more intense classes, mid-year and end-of-year exams, college applications — not to mention the constant questions from adults around you about what you’ll do once you’ve finished school, since you have to have your entire life planned and prepared the moment you enter the real world. If the “real world” was the one you entered once you finished school, then what world was the one you lived in for the past 18 years?

You shook the thoughts out of your head, promising to yourself that you wouldn’t start to overthink them. Quickly throwing on your uniform, the white button up covered by the navy blue and maroon school colours of your blazer and plaid skirt, a neat tie placed under the colour.

The perfect private school look, worn by many perfectly imperfect teenagers.

“Morning pumpkin, breakfast is on the table.” Your mum joyfully smiled as you came down the stairs. Your father hurriedly packed up the last of his things into the briefcase before kissing the both of you on your cheeks and heading off to run his company.

“Do you need a ride to school this morning?”

“No it’s okay,” You say before sitting at the table and sipping on your tea. “Yeosang is picking me up.”

“Didn’t he crash his car because he got distracted by a squirrel on the side of the road?” She asked with a small raise of the eyebrow.

“Yeah… he’s still a good driver though?” You answered, slight uncertainty turning the statement more into a question. “I think…”

Your mother chuckled lightly before sitting next to you with her toast and coffee. The toast crunched under your bite, crispy crumbs falling on your neat blazer before being swatted off by your mother’s hand.

Though your family was part of the more fortunate side of town, you were the most humble of them all. Unlike the other mothers who let their husbands provide for them and were content with being housewives, your mother worked from home for your father’s company, reading over and sorting out papers her husband would bring home. He would always rely and trust the opinion of her rather than any corporate douche who was only in it for the pay rather than the impact. Your family also still loved each other, though divorce was unusual in the community: a loveless marriage was not.

Before any of the usual morning conversation could start, loud booming music could be heard outside with a few knocks to the door. Pulling your bag over your shoulder and bidding your mother farewell, you opened the door and was greeted with your brightly smiling best friend. 

“Have a nice day, angels!” Your mum shouted before you both left and got into his, newly repaired, car.

“Isn’t she beautiful again!” Yeosang exclaimed, gesturing his hands around the car, the familiar dented bumper no longer visible and covered over with a shimmering new coat.

“Yeah, make sure no rogue ants distract you.” You joked landing yourself a small punch to your arm, which you returned to him slightly harder.

“To be fair, that squirrel was climbing the tree backwards,” He justified, turning the key and pulling at the handbrake before moving off down the road. “Who wouldn’t look at that?”

The car ride was short yet jovial, the playlist cued with your favourite songs and the carpool karaoke blocking out all current worries, and any noise from outside. Turning down the side street, the large school building finally came into view. Built tall with bricks, both a muddy red and a softer cream colour, large arch windows placed symmetrically along each wall. The grand staircase that led up to an arched entrance, young and new students already filing into the building to be earliest to class. A clean walkway tracing around the courtyard, soft cherry blossom trees outlining the path and sitting atop freshly cut grass.

Yeosang pulled into the student car park, directly into his specially designed spot that all year 12s painted at the end of last year. One bump to the curb and a small ‘oopsies’ from Yeosang and you were ready to leave the car. Closing the door, you looked up at the excessively large building, it still felt as intimidating as your first day. The sudden reminder that the school year has officially started finally kicked in, along with the anxiety.

“Ready to enter hell?” Yeosang’s sarcastic voice pulled you out of your thoughts, quickly nodding before linking arms and wandering up the path and towards the entrance.

The courtyard was laced with students, all the older ones hugging and catching up on their holidays to Bali or Fiji, multiple white girls with low-key cultural appropriated braids and beads in their hair. New students being hurried along by their parents to meet up with the teachers that were scattered around, all desperate to get their kid ahead by offering up different types of fruits or souvenirs.

You continued to walk through the courtyard and finally up the grand concrete stairs before Yeosang stopped and pulled at your arm lightly. Looking up at him, you saw the discomfort in his expression before following his eyes to meet a group of students being lectured by the principal. Scanning through the crowd, you recognised none of the students, all of them being the new transfers from the southside.

Finally, your eyes met where Yeosang’s stare sat, a group of four boys huddled out of the way and seeming to not pay much attention and all owning the same thing: a black leather jacket with a large patch on the back. A skull with a pirate hat sitting in front of a sword that had ropes tied around it, the words ‘The Black Pirates’ sewn above it in a banner style — each jacket having a different name written underneath.

One boy was tall, extremely tall and had a strong build yet a soft face, short dark brown hair with a few blonde streaks in it. The boy stood next to him slightly shorter yet with a larger build, as if his muscles had muscles, his face as serious as a heart attack. Then your eyes fell on a familiar face, though you had never met him before, he looks exactly like his instagram photos. Wooyoung; he who shall not be named; your best friend’s ex friend and your designated enemy. He was the shortest of the four, a cocky smirk and rolled eyes were masking his face as the principal spoke. His hair was cut into a mullet style, the underneath dyed blonde, the hairstyle he hadn’t changed since he and Yeosang were friends — the hairstyle Yeosang suggested for him, but only they knew that.

And the final boy, the most relaxed and comfortable looking of them all, and also the most handsome. All his facial features were sharp and created with extreme precision; his jawline as sharp as knives, and his eyes held a piercing gaze for anyone who looked his way. His broad shoulders lent up against the wall and his arms crossed, obvious muscular biceps pushing through the leather sleeves. His hair was jet black with a few strands falling over his face perfectly shaping his cheekbones.

Before you could stop staring, his eyes met yours before glancing over your body and back up. He shot a wink in your direction as he followed the principal’s group through the school doors. Unusual butterflies began to flourish in your stomach at the interaction, but pushing the feelings and thoughts aside quickly and focusing back on Yeosang.

“Hey, are you okay?” A worried look appeared on your face as you watched his thoughts fly around in his head, noticing the glassiness of his eyes as they met yours.

“Y-yeah, I just…” He blinked away any reminiscence of possible grief, not wanting to show the effects that one glance at he who shall not be named does to him. “I didn’t expect to see him straight away.”

You squeezed his arm gently before nodding your head to go inside. He wiped over his face before sending you a soft smile and following your lead through the doors, where once inside, Wooyoung and his friends were nowhere to be seen — for now.

From students organising lockers to the ones standing and chatting in the middle of the hall, you trudged your way through until returning to your locker, Yeosang’s located just a few away from you. Swirling the lock left then right to the numbers of your code, it clicked open and the dreaded textbooks stared back at you. On the door was two clipped polaroids: one of you and Yeosang from his sixteenth birthday party, and the other of you and-

The feeling of long arms slithering around your waist caused you to jolt backwards, your back being met with a strong chest. Spinning around in the arms, you looked up at your giggling boyfriend before he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. The familiar warmth made you melt into his embrace as he pulled away.

“Hey baby, did you miss me?” He smirked and cocked an eyebrow, quickly dropping his arms from your waist and leaning against the open locker door, a move he’d pull on you to tower his large frame over you.

“Yunho, why didn’t you tell me you got back?” You smiled softly, love filling your eyes as you watched his wander around the familiar halls before meeting yours once more. “And of course I missed you.”

“I only got back yesterday, and I was too jet lagged and fell asleep before I could text you.”

“It’s okay, we can talk about your amazing summer in Europe at lunch.” Reaching up for another kiss, the ring of the first bell cut you short.

Hastily gathering your books and shutting your locker, you waved to Yeosang as he walked in the opposite direction before following Yunho into the classroom, thankfully sharing a homeroom together. As you walked in, your homeroom teacher mentioned that this year was assigned seating to reduce distractions of sitting next to friends — seriously, are we twelve?

Tracing your finger along the drawn setup, you found your seat number, your name and your partner’s name. The name didn’t sound familiar to you, automatically recognising that you were seated next to a new student, most likely a southside one. Of course. Since you hadn’t been assigned to give any tour guides, of course they would still place a new student with you. But you had an open mind, the only thing worrying you was it being a guy who sat next to you with your boyfriend being an easily jealous person. It took him so long to understand that Yeosang and you were just friends, and had never been or never would be anything more. You even ignored the fact that Yunho was sitting next to his best friend, a girl who was desperately in love with him and who he had left you to help multiple times.

The second bell rang through the school, the majority of students now seated with books open in front of them. Your homeroom teacher, Mrs Waltz, began to read off the attendance followed by ‘here’ and ‘present’ of student voices. The sudden sound of the door opening interrupted her flow, the principal’s head poking in before fully entering.

“Sorry to interrupt Mrs Waltz, I just wanted to make sure all the newer students made it to all their classes." Mr Kim stated, moving over slightly to gesture the few new students in, though you weren’t paying much attention and were distracted by jotting down the start of your notes.

“Of course,” She smiled, pointing to her drawn up seating chart. “Your seats are written up on the wall here.”

“Everyone, please be welcoming.” Mr Kim lectured before leaving and returning to his office.

The rustling of southside footsteps mixed with the judgemental whispers of northside students filtered the classroom, Mrs Waltz quickly continuing her lessons. Too invested in your notes, you didn’t notice the figure that plopped down in the seat beside you. You glanced back at Yunho who had a small scowl on his face, more aimed at the person next to you, but returning him with a small understanding smile.

The person behind him caught your attention as you recognised the oreo coloured hair to be Wooyoung’s. You were annoyed that he was in your homeroom, but also filled with gratitude that he wasn’t in Yeosang’s, losing the ability to belittle and distract him. Accidentally ignoring the person next to you, a throat clearing cough brought your attention to him.

“Hey princess, do you have a pencil?”

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author’s note   it's finally here! the first chapter of the series, i hope you all enjoy it! i know that it's kind of short and there was actually very little mention of san in this but this was more of a prologue to the series, he'll have heavy features in the rest of the series... obviously. REMINDER: i am from australia so the spelling of some words may not be the correct spelling for you but they are for me >.<

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[enbysiriusblack]

regulily & wolfstar where it's rich as fuck sirius and reg meeting up after years to try to reconnect, and meeting up in a cafe as its neutral ground but remus and lily work there and are just watching as a man dressed in leather and spikes and ripped denim, holding a motorbike helmet, shouts at a man who looks so similar to him but is wearing a black victorian suit and a briefcase with a jack the ripper badge.

[leathercollectionus]

Sportsbike Suits Motogp 2023

Sportsbike suits are specialized racing suits designed specifically for use in motorcycle racing, particularly in the MotoGP series. These suits are typically made of advanced materials like top grain Kangaroo leather, sponsor logos, riders customizations, and are designed to provide a combination of protection, comfort, and aerodynamics.

Sportsbike Suits Motogp 2023

[the-kr8tor]

I'm so glad I wrote these down.

Arrowroot for Jason with a❣️ bottle. I give you, reader and Jason with the same ✨️target✨️

*twirls my hair* Hehehe Jason hehehehe thank you for requesting, angel!! ❤️

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem! Reader/ Red hood x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for clothing), cw food mentions, cw violence, cw guns, tw death, FLUFF.

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

A man walks into your crosshairs, seemingly looking normal except for his bespoke suit that costs three months worth of rent; and wearing a golden Rolex sitting on his unworthy wrist. He's about to have a very bad day, but you're about to get a very good payday once you put a bullet in his skull.

He exits the neon clad iceberg lounge with his entire entourage following right behind him. You smile, eye looking through the scope of your weighty sniper rifle, trigger finger itching as your target moves his head and hides behind a pillar. You hiss behind your clenched teeth, waiting for the right time to shoot. A breeze rushes past you, cold air nipping at your leather clad form.

Your target finally moves away, he walks towards his limousine parked in front of the club. But his wall of entourage is preventing you from shooting lest you hit them instead of the greedy and sleazy businessman. His wall of friends disperse, then for a split second his head tilts to the side as he ducks to enter inside the car, it's the window you've been looking for.

“Gotcha.” Aiming, holding your breath, you shoot.

Suddenly, a puff of red smoke appears right next to the car— startling everyone and making the man's bodyguard run into your bullet as he shields his boss. Your target panics, pushing his way inside the car before it speeds off into the night. You curse under your breath, scanning who threw the smoke bomb; and then you see him behind your scope. Clad in red leather and a helmet in the same hue, Red hood follows the limousine on his motorbike, gun raised and shooting at the bulletproof car.

You smirk behind your mask, annoyed and excited at the same time. You're about to have a high speed chase with your favorite rival.

Jumping off your perch, sniper strapped on your back, you run towards your motorcycle, you then quickly ignite the engine to accelerate and join the adrenaline filled chase. With the wind rushing past you, buildings whizzing past, cars honking loudly as you cut them off, you expertly dodge obstacles as you set your sights on the shiny red helmet in front of you.

Revving your engine, you catch up to him, riding side by side with the Red hood. He turns his head subtly, acknowledging your presence. You instead ride dangerously close to his bike, so close that you can nudge his leg with your foot in greeting.

“Nice day for a ride, huh?” You say casually above the whipping winds, while nonchalantly dodging a bullet from the limousine. “Didn't I tell you to stop stalking me, big red?”

You can tell he's smirking under his helmet. “I'm not stalking you, sweetheart.” His arm muscles threaten to escape from its leather confinement.

“Sure!” You sarcastically say, moving away briefly when a car gets in between you two. Shooting out the back tires of the target's limo, you return to his side. “It's all a coincidence that whenever I'm at a job you're also there.”

“Don't flatter yourself, this is an open contract. I'm allowed to be here.” Red hood tosses a blinking gadget towards the car, it beeps loudly when it hits the trunk. “Besides, where's the thrill in hunting alone?”

Chuckling, you resist the urge to smack his bicep. “A bomb, really? Not subtle at all!” You both continue to weave and bop around just trying to catch up to the mark. Good thing the roads aren't too occupied at three a.m or this would end very badly with a lot of costly damage.

“It's a classic!” He leaves you in the dust before you could quip back. You snort under your mask, immediately driving off with every intention to win. The smell of burning rubber and smoke fuels your adrenaline.

The chase takes you towards a drawbridge. You thought that the chase would've ended right there as the bridge is almost halfway into folding. But just as when it's about to fully close, the limousine accelerates to its highest attainable speed— it launches up, flying in the air before it lands on solid ground on the other side as sparks fly from its busted tires.

You brace yourself before jumping on the ramp, in your peripheral, you see Red hood do the same, but you did not expect him to kick the front of your tires, making you swerve and lose your momentum.

“Shit!” Thankfully, he didn't kick the bike too hard for you to crash. Hands tight around the handles, heart thumping loudly, you watch as he launches into the air and activates the bomb. You swear you even heard him cackle. With a bright explosion from the fleeing car, he lands safely on the ground.

You gotta hand it to him, he has style.

Recovering quickly after seeing him get off his bike, you turn yours around to take the longer route. With Red hood having the upper hand this time, you highly doubt that you'll get that payday. You're irked by what he did, but it is a competition. You finally get to them in record time, jumping away from your motorcycle before it could fully stop, you take out your pistol to aim at the flaming car. The belching smoke and flames prevents you from seeing the other side, slowly, you stalk around, turning the corner to reveal Red hood crouched in front of the target.

Scanning the area for threats, you thankfully find none. Letting your gun down to your side, boots thumping on heated asphalt, you sigh loudly so that he can hear your exasperation.

“You cheated.”

Red hood turns his head, tilting like a confused puppy. “Did not.” The target in front of him whimpers, cradling a broken arm and looking like he went through a chimney.

“Yes, you did!” You stomp your foot, “you kicked my bike! What if I crashed and burned on the side of the bridge?”

Red hood slowly turns his head menacingly towards the man. “Stay.” The man nods wildly. With a final pointed look, he stands up as the fire behind him burns and cackles, bathing him in its glow. He closes the distance towards you, body shielding you from the heat of the flames. “You alright?”

You huff, eyes roaming his featureless mask. But he can read yours as your mask only covers half of your face. The eyes are the window to the soul, and he's looking directly into yours. “... I'm fine, just fucking annoyed at you.” Kicking the toe of his boot, he inches closer to you, grasping your wrist in his gentle hold.

“I'm sorry, I got too into it.” His thumb presses down just below your palm, kneading tenderly and pushing your glove away to feel you.

“I had him, Jason.” Your voice is softer, whispering his name that's only for him to hear.

“I know you did if I didn't show up.” His free hand reaches up to your forehead, wiping away soot. “I didn't know you'd be here, I swear. I thought you'd be chasing the banker tonight instead.”

You lean closer, hand sliding up to his nape to bump your head against the cool surface of his helmet. “That's alright, and you're right, it was an open contract. And it was fun, chasing the same guy.” He hums, wishing that he could take his helmet off. You move away, watching your reflection on his helmet. “A little bit of a friendly competition wouldn't hurt.”

Jason chuckles under his mask, a muffled sound that wakes the butterflies in your stomach. “I was waiting for you actually. Care to share the bounty with me?”

You grin, eyes shining under the firelight. “Only if you pay for dinner tonight.”

“That's how it is then?” You nod with a hidden smile under your mask. He huffs, feigning annoyance. “Deal.”

And with that, you both walk towards the sniveling man bartering with the two of you. He offers cars, money, and even his own business partner in exchange for his life. If only he knew that the same business partner was the one who sent out the contract.

Aiming your gun with Jason mirroring your stance, bullets hit your mark in a thunderous roar of gunfire, and gunpowder smoke.

Jason inhales, finally free to take his helmet off. You look at him through your lashes, eyes roaming unabashedly over his chiseled features.

“God, you look marvelous in this light, Jay-bird.”

“In the fiery embers of a burning car?” He raises a brow. Hand already reaching towards you.

“Yep—” Stepping away from his touch, you see his shoulders slouch, and his frown etched on his face. “Nuh uh, pretty boy, you still gotta earn my affections back.”

Jason visibly relaxes at your teasing, rolling his eyes with a ghost of a smile. “Fine, I'll pick up dinner at that Thai place you love.”

“Order extra pho?” You flutter your pretty eyes at him. And just as you thought, it works as he walks over to you to place his head on your shoulder. “Jay?” Massaging his tensed back, your guilt eats at you. Maybe you shouldn't have teased him like that after a hard night. “Maybe just get something closer to—!”

He shuts you up with a chaste yet heavy kiss on top of your mask. You suddenly wish that you took it off just like he did his. “I’ll see you back home, yeah?” Cupping your warm cheeks, he flashes you his ten megawatt smile before it disappears under his crimson helmet once again. “Sweetheart?” He pokes your cheek as sirens erupt close to where you are.

With a breathy sigh, you pat his sturdy chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under your touch.

“Race you there?”

[onyourhyuck]

RUNNER X. | L.MK

— Prologue: 〞 God you are so attractive when you’re angry.〃 +〞 Shut up and kiss me already before i start ripping your clothes off in front of everyone.〃

— Summary: Mark never loses a race. But what happens when you’re now challenging him to one he cannot turn down?

— Genre: Smut!! Minors Dni. Dominating!marklee. Established relationship. Angry/tension sex. Mark is a sore loser. Motorbikerider!marklee. Pussy eating and fingering (female receiving) lots lots of overstim orgasms here. They do it on his bike…

— Notes: Wanna Ride? — The Series Masterlist.

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Mark never once lost a race before. There was a saying that he was undefeated and no one would ever be able to beat him at his own game. But there you are now standing at the finish line. You challenged him on a public race course of course you came to watch at first. You weren’t planning to actually race him when you first got here. Your boyfriend brought you to brag to you how good he is. And of course he was amazing. All the friends he brought over to race him lost to some way or another round. You wanted to get involved so you challenged him and at first Mark was pretty taken aback.

He laughs a bit. “Babe you want to race me? That’s funny.” But your expression said otherwise, when he looks back at you all his laugh simmers down like he was trying to not actually believe you. You raise your eyebrows and grab a helmet nearby with a smirk. “I want to race you. Unless you’re scared of going up against your girlfriend?”

Oh you provoked him? Mark genuinely feels the stares of his friends watching him with a large smirk as if they were taunting him to just agree to your invitation otherwise, if he rejects it might seem like he was actually scared of racing you. There was one thing Mark hated the most. He hated losing and he hated getting provoked by you at times. You had that look in your eyes that tells him you are doing this to get under his skin. Mark runs his hands through the thick red hair and he wore this black leather jacket and suit on as he gets on the motorbike. He saw you getting on another one with your helmet on.

“No, actually suit yourself Y/n but don’t come crying to me when you humiliate yourself.”

Your boyfriend revs the motorbike with seriousness on his face as he saw you smirking at him once you slide on top on the seat getting ready to go.

Tension grew in the race course and the air becomes firmly saturated with competition. The both of you were stubborn, equally as stubborn as the other but the matter of fact was inevitable. Neither of you wanted to come last so the next thing you know the two motorbikes sped off into the distance of the race course leaving behind the friends of your boyfriend who watched in excitement to see who would win between the two of you. There was not many hope for you anyways. You knew that your boyfriend is a skilled racer but for some reason Mark wasn’t catching up to you and you surprisingly managed to tip him off the race course road a little going ahead on your own. Maybe the lessons in the past from your own boyfriend was actually proving to be useful?

The disbelief on everyone’s face when you were driving ahead of Mark made everyone feel like the world was coming to crash down. Even your boyfriend was feeling tense now that he saw you on your bike far ahead he revs forward and drives faster so he could do anything, anything to catch up to you because lord forbid, Mark never lost a race.

Until now.

Overthinking the situation Mark was completely shut down seeing you at the finish line already leaning on your motorbike with your helmet off leaving your dark hair out of the round protection helmet you wore when racing and your sweating face with pinkish cheeks, makes you look equally beautiful and equally pissing him off when your expression was nothing but a smug smirk knowing your boyfriend was humiliated. You took his own title away. The Runner X. The infamous Runner who could never be caught, was now ironically caught by his girlfriend. This is what happens when you train your girlfriend some new tricks up their sleeve.

Mark wasn’t sure if he should congratulate you and be proud of your accomplishments or hate you and throw the biggest fumbling sentence to you that would be along the way saying you got lucky, surely you couldn’t beat him again. Surely this was all just made up of your stupid luck.

He feels disconnected with himself and from reality he feels only anger, anger running through his body and blood. He could feel the veins on his arms tighten when he gets off the motorbike with an upsetting expression once the helmet was taken off and he glared over at you.

“Awh babe what’s with that expression?” You smugly point out over there with your wide sweet smile. Your boyfriend ignores you until he couldn’t and he turns his back away so now he can face you.

He snaps. “You got lucky. Don’t start thinking you’re this amazing racer now.” Mark really can’t have you thinking you’re better than him, let’s be honest you don’t race professionally.

He is the better one, but the whole point of this race was to be him being undefeated and you ruined that. You took that away from him. The one thing he was good at you stole it, claimed it yours.

“So much for being undefeated huh? It must really be hurting your poor little heart, Mark am i right?” You keenly say with your tormenting sweet voice as you take a step closer leaning on his motorbike.

“I think you’re not all that they say, Mark… I mean all it took was your girlfriend to become better than you ever could.”

The man you love cannot understand why you’re doing this to him right now? Did you feel this bored that you feel like angering your boyfriend in middle of the finish line race course right now? Really? Do you really don’t want upset him so much that he loses his cool and his patience was tested by you completely. Mark cannot stand the way you’re speaking to him so freely like you can do whatever you want, and say whatever you want to him; because you can’t. Mark will not stand there letting you talk him down. Not without a fight he won’t go down.

Mark’s hands tug on your wrist and he pulls the helmet out of your hand and throws it on the ground aside and then you were pressed against his motorbike while Mark’s eyes glare down at you with this fiery grim look on his face you cannot help but stare at.

“I thought we talked about this Y/n when you should keep your pretty mouth sealed hm? Or do we need to redo that lesson for your forgetful brain of yours.” He spat harshly as his tone goes down so many octaves. You can’t believe it but his voice just gets deeper and deeper.

You start to feel your heart race when his hand on your wrist tightens and Mark watches your eyebrows and eyes raise up in surprise. Even the slightest movements he did have you flinching but not because you’re scared, it’s more like you want him to touch you so bad you can’t stand it. You’re anticipating it. The more you wait the more you seem to flinch.

You whimper a little feeling your stomach begging for your boyfriend to do something, to move so he can engrave his touch on you and so much more you want him to do to you but he was staring you down so intensely.

Your whole motive here was to egg him more on so he can continue to feel pissed at you. You just need him so bad and it’s embarrassing to admit it. But why do you love seeing your boyfriend get pissed off at you so much? It’s the biggest turn on for you. 〞God you are so attractive when you’re angry.〃you whisper with your smirking eyes and your ears perk up at him when he spoke so mean to you.

〞 Shut up and kiss me already before i start ripping your clothes off in front of everyone.〃He threatens deeply as he grabbed your chin roughly pulling you into a heated kiss.

In the moment your boyfriend finally had the last straw plucked at. You are finished when he will be done with you by the end of this and now the public setting completely leaves your partner’s brain. Mark did not care that his friends could come over and see what you guys are going to do; more like what’s going to happen to your poor body, to your poor soul and to your poor mind. Mark doesn’t care because this is all on you. You’re the one who decided to act up right here and Mark has no choice but to get on with it and show you what your own choices lead you to stand where.

The mouths were so heated latching on their breaths that feel more like the burning fire of your embroidered love on your bodies that your hearts are threading out of your. The explosions happening in your brains was enough to have Mark sky rocket. The way your boyfriends hands were nothing but rough, there was nothing gentle about your boyfriend at the moment. He was cruel and mean, he has been gripping at your thighs so much he was making them all sore when he is squeezing them between your roughed up kisses. It felt like a battle between the two of you.

Your stamina wasn’t as strong as Mark’s so when the kiss became so intense your mouth drops down and you feel yourself struggling to kiss back when he has been taking your breath away at the same time Mark is picking at your brain with his touches around your body that his hands did; caressing your back with his nails and then pulling at your head, your hair gripped occasionally causing a moan to slip out in the sloppy kiss you are playing with him.

Mark smirks mockingly when he feels your mouth completely shut down as if you gave up and he won his dominance over your tongue with his own, Mark bites on your bottom lip harshly and you let out a small cry out. Your boyfriend mockingly whispers close to your ears and lips. “So useless you can’t even kiss your boyfriend? Y/n… I’m disappointed.” He pressed a deep breath against the corner of your lips kissing it there, he pressed small wet pecks on your chin going down to your neck.

You can’t help but feel embarrassed, he was mocking you and telling you that you cannot even do a basic action like kissing. It pulled at your own pace and you whimper when Mark sucks at the lower nape of your neck pressing soft love bites at your skin in enjoyment seeing you shiver.

Shudders were on your skin, like Mark was pressing each kiss to suck on your skin like this. Your scent drives him insane and you look and sound so ethereal when you’re moaning and whimpering out pathetically for him. It’s such a turn on to see you become like this, especially when you looked so confident earlier.

It’s a contrast that he can never get over with. “Sorry… m’sorry i’ll do better.” You whisper as you apologise for the lack of kisses when your strength gave up on you. “I know you will.” He states in his smirking cold tone.

He doesn’t give you any other choice, he knows you’ll do better otherwise he will have to go harder on you until you start to learn that only the strongest survive and you should start getting the idea. Mark will not be showing you mercy.

It didn’t bother you that you’re in public becoming a rag doll for your own boyfriend right now because you deserved it, you need you deserved this rough treatment. Not only are you proud of your actions to have the ability to piss off your boyfriend to make his mood go from zero to a hundred real quick, you also prefer it when he’s treating you this mean but you knew deep down your boyfriend hates treating you like this. You feel your mouth drop when your boyfriend strips off your trousers down to your ankles and he pushed his knuckle down your clit that is pressing the pantie lining. Your voice sounds so broken it amazes him how quick you are breaking. He hasn’t even touched you as of yet.

Mark shakes his head as he traced back his eyes at your face where your head leans back in pleasure. You have no shame written on your face, at all. You’re letting him strip you in public and now also you’re letting him finger you? Mark must think you’re risky or you must be such a good whore for him right now considering you’re not even fighting back to stop him. Your body reacts so profoundly at his touch like it was a religious chanting mantra for you. One finger slips past your panties going inside your dripping warm cunt, your cunt leaves your boyfriend mesmerised for a while. He pushed in his fingers curling it deeply in you going upwards.

The melodic noises you’re pushing out while your boyfriend fingers you with his two middle fingers while they are still pressing deep by your wall. The slick gooey noises coming out whenever he thrusts forward his wrists. The flicking noises of your body shifting on the motorcycle caused Mark to admire how lewd you’re looking.

Not even a pornographic video can compare to you. At this point Mark was trying to make this whole moment only to gaze at his eyes. For his eyes only. Your boyfriend lowers his hot breath down to your clit giving you a small amount of pressure from his tongue that moved in quick zigzag motions meanwhile you’re here struggle to contain your excitement, your boyfriend has you squirming on his motorcycle vehicle hips pushing forward on his mouth sucking on your clit.

Teeth gracefully pull at your cunt. You moan loudly as you press forward the back of your palm over your open mouth that dropped so wide you didn’t think you could make these noises this loud ever. “Fuck… Mark… fuckfuckfuck.” You’re a whining mess at how he was completely not kind with you, it’s a turn on at the same time you’re starting to regret pissing him off because of how gruff this whole thing was.

“Mmm you just had to piss me off today, Y/n.” He deadpans unimpressed while he pulls back to your cunt to give it another tug between the teeth which has you crying out for help by now. He was complaining about your behaviour but you don’t mind him scolding you with that mean look in his eyes. “Look at yourself, Y/n. You wanted people to see you get punished like this? Is that what you wanted?” He asked pulling the attention away from your cunt to look at your glistening eyes with water running down your cheeks staining them.

He brushed his palm over your cunt giving it a few slaps on your pussy which has you shaking forward as your voice rises up from your chest and your heavy breath from your nostrils flare. The spanks on your pussy felt far too good. There was something so cruel about this. Which makes it all so better.

Your boyfriend stands up and you move your eyes to see him taking a step away from you and the seriousness on his face makes you feel slightly, slightly ever so uncomfortable and intimidating. But your heart was racing so much because of it. You can’t believe your boyfriend was so silent watching you until he will start to command you with a deep voice. The deep tone was flat which just proves he isn’t here to mess around with you. “Stand up and turn around.”

You look at him with your face scrunching up and going pale. Your lips were breaking apart like the brakes at his motorcycle would so do whenever he races back and forth. Mark saw your body not moving which made this so much more difficult when you’re not doing what he says. “Mark I’m sorry I didn’t mean it—“ your voice was cut off by Mark taking a step forward towards you.

“Turn. Around. Y/n.” Mark now firmly states, clearly not here for a few of your jokes. You bite on your bottom lip as you slowly stand up and turn around while Mark’s eyes fell down at your bare ass out. He lifts the hoodie you’re wearing up it was slightly oversized and technically it’s his hoodie. But you have a habit of stealing his clothes all the freaking time. Not that he minds it, rightfully he likes seeing you wear it. In this moment it makes him smirk. It makes Mark feel like you’re connected through your clothes.

Your apology will be taken account of at the end because for now your boyfriend could careless about your stupid apology. You won’t learn by apologising when the real thing is about to happen.

His hands been you down even more against the motorcycle flat where your stomach was pressed hard on the metallic cold vehicle brushing on your burning stomach the sensation contrasting feels like a chemical reaction in your brain. You let out soft ‘oohs’ when his hand cups your pussy before he unbuckled the black leather pants he wore and slowly pressed you against the bare crotch springing out his cock between your ass cheeks.

He watches himself run on your asscheeks and then slowly slinging down to press the tip at your sucking entrance that pulls him forward like you’re the centre of the ocean.

You wonder how you got in this situation again? Oh that’s right you mocked him. You mocked your boyfriend. You acted out of place and cocky and that’s where you always seem to stand whenever Mark becomes like this with you.

But in a way this was partially your entertainment too.

The deepness of your boyfriend entering your burying cunt as you’re bend forward on the motorcycle vehicle pressed like you’re nothing but a waste of space for your boyfriend as he thrusts at unbreakable speeds and obstacles. It makes your walls contract together and it has you moaning out endlessly. You hate how you’re so easily pleased but you break so much when Mark touched you. You’re like a sculpture. Breaking at the hand of your artist which is your boyfriend gripping your waist around tightly.

You held in your tearful moan and thoughts. Maybe it’s too late to say you take your words back? Mark smirks hearing you cry out with pleasure when he spanks your ass a little and leans back to thrust more powerfully pivoting into you and your beautiful body that has him possessed by you.

You’re always so welcoming to him. It makes him smile how much your body loves him as equally as he loves you.

“Now you can apologise, go on. Say what you have to.” Mark tells you as he felt like hearing what your pathetic mouth has to say. “Come on, tell your boyfriend how sorry you are for disrespecting him.” You bite on your lower lip and grunt as your face was dropping on the ground to look at it.

You mumble quietly. “Mark I’m sorry…” your hands position on the bike so you don’t fall off considering your boyfriend held you with a hand under your stomach so the powerful thrusts into you don’t make you trip up. “Hmm. What are you sorry for?” He whispers trailing on your back as he kissed on it. “For being disrespectful to my boyfriend… you’re good at racing… I’m not.”

He chuckles hearing your voice trying to speak clearly despite you not being able to. “Good girl… at least you can use your mouth for something good now.”

“Now cum on my cock. Need to feel you.” He stated like this was one of the top priorities right now to have your orgasm become alive. You feel your pants become faster the more he was pushing up against your body feeling your breasts and your stomach hitching with each thrust his cock deeply buried in your pussy was doing to you splitting you in half practically by this passion alone.

It didn’t take long for you to be ending your moans as your body was so weak already you weren’t going to last much longer. It was to be expected because your boyfriend has you running laps like crazy. Your brain feels like you’re spinning around and then your stomach does this thing where it has a dropping sense; your thighs shake and you feel the wetness dripping down on his bike and your thighs brushing against one another.

“That’s it beautiful, that’s it.”

Your boyfriend seeing your orgasm slowly peaking out he increased it with his cock burning so deep inside your womb you feel more coming. The waterfall you created was a perfect sight what Mark could relive in all hundred different lives.

He smirks a bit smugly. “You didn’t last long. I’m starting to think you love pissing me off so i can fuck you like this.” He sighs as you clench around his cock again when you heard him say that. “I think I’m right when you’re clenching me like this.”

The amount of orgasms you had does not appear to change the fact that you’re going to have another one on top of another orgasm. You had so many you feel like you are overheating like a technology advice. You’re failing to keep your vision and then your boyfriend rutting against you with his hands kneading at your hips so tight he’s pushing you forward. Your hair drops at your face and your bangs are messy covering your eyesight.

Your boyfriend grunts. “Such a perfect pussy. I’m going to fill you up. Maybe that will teach you not to act up in public.” You wish for him to do as his words, and when he finally lets loose he came so much filling you up to a brim.

Mark closed his eyes dropping his head down on your shoulder as he breathes heavily and you are left with your chest panting and your boyfriend’s weight on top of you crushing your weak skinned body together.

He murmurs soft sighs and the lips move to your spine kissing it. After a while of some silence he asks you. “Hey you okay?” Mark brushed down your hair and brushed it back so you can see and your chest catches your breath quietly.

“Yeah… i… I guess I’m still recovering.” You let out with a soft smile and your boyfriend smirks as he kissed the top of your head. “Did i hurt you or anything like that?”

You feel weak but he didn’t harm you in any way if anything you enjoyed this a lot more than you thought you would. Perhaps you and Mark should do this some more without a misleading argument though next time.

You chuckle. “No you didn’t.” Mark helps you up and he pulls your hoodie back down and kisses your lips softly.

“Good. By the way when you drive the motorcycle, you should turn quickly on the corners… it’ll help you race smoothly.” Mark smirks giving you open advice while you smile kissing his lips back too.

“Maybe you should teach me right now, Runner X.”

[astro-royale]

Personal Style(Colours) + Astrology

Disclaimer: My opinion👍

Fire signs:

Aries - Looks so good in beige, intense shades of red, dark blue, dark green, washed out yellow, Carnelian, they suit a laid back and chill style but also classy modern look. They suit Zara clothes a lot.

Leo- White, Jewel Tones, Classic Red, Orange, Yellow (Royal Royal Royal) anything that adds a touch of majesty.

Sagittarius- Red, Black, Charcoal grey, Colours which are a mix- indigo, turquoise etc, Copper… Very adventurous, motorbikes, leather jackets and all of that good stuff (80s vibe)

Water signs:

Cancer: Baby Pink, Baby Blue, a lot of Muted Colours look good on them too. I think When it comes to aesthetic, cancer is more fixated on hygiene rather than the little details.

Scorpio: Magenta, Maroon, darker shades in general , Silver. Maleficent vibes. HAHA (it’s true though, maleficent is so Plutonian) they look so good wearing outfits of one colour.

Pisces: white, most shades of blue, muted orange, salmon pink, look good with shimmery details too. Basically mermaid vibes. You want everything to seamlessly blend as if you were underwater.

Earth Signs:

Virgo: sage green, light yellow, caramel, light brown… very earthy colours for virgo. Simple clothes with no logos or details look super good too.

Capricorn: very solid colours, the basic colours on the colour wheel lol. Sophisticated styles very much so.

Taurus: They look good in classic colours, 1950s palette really suits them. They look very good mixing multiple colours from a classic palette/look

Air Signs:

Gemini: look super good in stripes, patterned shirts, clothes with patterns in general look super good. The influence of mercury here is making it hard for me to pin them down to specific shades. But I notice that 90s style can look super good on them and lean towards that unintentionally.

Aquarius: they look so good in ethereal colours, mixing ethereal colours with solid colours. Colours that remind you of the cosmos. ~Alien~

Libra: they look good in Y2K style very easily they gravitate towards that tbh, Barbie colours, very stereotypically feminine shades and colours… (basically most things) but in a way that stands out. NO washed out clothes/details. I think the muted colour that really suits them is beige.

I will be posting about Astrology& Personal Style on my YouTube Account too ;)